#Head of Robotics ; Subspace

[askblackrock]

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Hello, my name is Dr. Subspace T. Mine. I am the head of the robotic department in Blackrock, and the project lead for Crystal Research! I thought that it'd be good for moral to make this for questions and discussions!

I also managed to drag a few of my coworkers and one of my creations into this, so I'll let them introduce themselves!

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Hi? I don't... see why this is necessary, but... Apparently its good for "the mood" or something. My name is Medkit. I work in the robotics department with a focus in biorobotics. Uh. I also work on the crystal research? Subspace had to fight to keep me on the team.

AND MY DESIGNATION IS BIOGRAFT B-178-A. MY ORIGINAL PURPOSE WAS DEFENSE, BUT I AM CURRENTLY ASSIGNED TO DR. MEDKIT.

Aaand you can also send messages to Hyperbike or Dr. Q██████ █████████, one of my bosses! Maybe even Hyperlaser if I can get a hold of him. Please ask away!

Please do not be weird.

Hi there! This blog is primarily ran by a pair of introjects (but please do not associate everything said as us 👍 while the characters and interpretations are losely based on source memories were still our own people)

ASKS AND ANON ASKS ARE BOTH WELCOME! feel free to sign off if youd like to be given an anon name. You can also send asks as canon characters (obviously minus Medkit, Subspace, and Hyperlaser). Or ocs! I have oc/anon concept ideas if you want them.

Refer to us, the mod, as it/its or neopronouns please!

This blog is very canon divergent and it follows a timeline in which Medkit couldn't escape Blackrock due to getting caught during this.

When sending asks, please make sure to clarify who they're sent to! Include some sort of indicator. And if its to the mod, include "OOC" in your message!

Tags are as follows:

Screaming into the void: Out of Character

INCOMING TRANSMISSION: ask tag!

Head of Robotics ; Subspace: Answered by Subspace

Blackrock's Example ; Medkit: Answered by Medkit

Track and Follow ; B-178-A: Answered by Biograft B-178-A (OC)

Blackrock's Best ; Hyperlaser: Answered by Hyperlaser

The Man in the Chair ; Hyperbike: Answered by Hyperbike (OC)

Mastermind ; Dr. Q: Answered by Dr. Q (OC)

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Fem!Reader

Summary: "Kylo was nothing if not a sadist,"

Warnings: Language, WarPrisoner!Reader, Toxicity, Weaponizing Hux, Humiliation, God Complex, Jealousy, Possessiveness, Smut +18 (Minors DNIA, DEAD DOVE FIC, Dark fic, Sadism, Masochism, Inexperienced!Kylo, Ownership Kink, Dry humping, Forced sex, Spitting, CNC, Dubious Consent, Massive Degradation Kink, Inappropriate Use of Force, Choking Kink, Size Kink, Impact Play, Groping, Breast Play, Premature Orgasm, Controlled Orgasm, Dom/Sub themes, Dom!Kylo, Sub!Reader, Brat Tamer!Kylo,;Bratty!Reader, Slight!Exhibition Kink, Humiliation Kink, Inappropriate Mind Reading, Overstimulation, Dirty Talk, Mentions of Rape, Fingering, Rough Sex, Dacryphilia, Gagging, Subspace.

Do not read this if you're incredibly sensitive to violent imagery. If this doesn't make sense don't say anything or i'll cry <3

As Hux walks diligently ahead of you, you could not tell by his tense shoulders and his palms clasped behind his back that he was following the duties of a madman.

While he escorts you, Hux thinks back to his slip-up with Ren.

The way he shouldn't have mentioned your name in a comprehensive report about the overall running of the Starkiller. The way he should've known how dangerous Kylo is when it comes to anyone taking even the vaguest of interest in playing with his toys.

"Despite having the accolades of an established pilot for the resistance," Hux had said moments earlier when Kylo was pacing up and down his private chamber, "Your prisoner refuses to put any of her skills to use aboard the Starkiller. She's essentially useless dark matter," He uttered his words rather clumsily. As if forgetting he was reporting to a beastly excuse of a man.

Hux only realises his mistake when Kylo stops his various pacing to turn slightly. His unmasked head tilts to the side as he advances on Hux in a low, large gait. Everything about the boy being so unnaturally large.

"My prisoner?" He steps closer, "Or the First Order's?"

Kylo's laugh appears unnatural without the mask. Not any less intimidating but certainly, frighteningly human.

"You act as if my will is not synonymous with that of the First Order, general," Kylo's blood runs fucking cold at the thought, "You insinuate that I keep her here out of my own free will,"

"Well, we all know how much a boy fancies his toys," Hux's degradation causes Kylo's Adam's apple to bob and a deep frown settles over the boy’s face. Whatever weakness Hux was accusing him of, it rattled the foundations of his already fragile ego and Hux smirked.

"Go tell her I wanna see her," the first command left Kylo's lips in a fairly controlled and monotonous manner. The second however... "FUCKING NOW!"

Robotic inclination bleeds from the mask of the stormtroopers “Yes Sir-”

Without sparing the stormtroopers so much as a single glance, Kylo spat, "Not you, fucking degenerates," Kylo stares Hux down as he steps towards him. His voice is ice cold. "I want you to summon her," he takes immense pleasure in the way Hux's smile drops.

Kylo has observed the glances Hux throws your way and it makes his fucking stomach turn. He's seen the uncomfortable leering and the lecherous thoughts. Kylo was nothing if not a sadist. Humiliating Hux using the object of his desires.

He wants you and that makes Kylo want you even more... Violently so

"Where are you taking me?"

You could feel the rest of the crew watching your every movement as you trailed behind General Hux like you were compelled to do so by some unseen leather leash. You cannot help but feel as though you have done something very bad and very naughty.

You try to rid yourself of these thoughts immediately.

Perhaps he was taking you to see the vermin underneath the mask.

That thought should not sprout such a deep desire within you. Kylo was your captor and yet, he fascinated you more than anything ever could.

"At least slow the fuck down," You breath out, trying by all means to evade all eye contact with curious onlookers.While you walk you try to keep your head high and appear unaffected by their piercing glares. Every stormtrooper, navigator, pilot- even down to the measly technicians all keep their eyes trained on you and you glare back. Leering your head forward with narrowed eyes because being held captive on the Starkiller was punishment enough. You would never allow yourself to be intimidated by the judgemental stares.

"Do you ever plan on disclosing our destina-"

You're interrupted by a sharp and loud hiss before two doors part. Your eyebrows furrow before you're dragged into the chamber, quite literally against your will. You did not wish to get acquainted with any more rooms on the Starkiller. Hoping that one of your comrades in the resistance might have saved you long before you ever had to make this ship your dwelling place. But you've only crawled deeper into the Starkiller's core and you find yourself here, standing before him in his black cowl with his hands clasped behind his back.

The room is as lifeless as the rest of the vessel. The bed, colourless and hard. The only signs of vibrance is the east window depicting a slab of stars in hyperspace.

"I am told you've made yourself fiercely unlikable in the flight deck.” Kylo says, completely ignoring your slightly shocked experience at seeing him without his helmet.

“That's what this is then?” You turn briefly to make eye contact with Hux before turning to Kylo with one arched brow, “I'm being scolded now?”

“You're insolent when given any orders,” he oaces before you while Hux stands behind you by the door, “You disobey at every given turn and you're resistant. Vexingly so.”

“How clever of you, it seems as though you'd only just discovered a key characteristic from a member of the resistance.” You say with a smirk, “Clever, Clever boy."

“It's that mouth of yours that's gonna get your head slain from your very shoulders.” Kylo advances you like a midnight storm and you fight to stand your ground.

“I have grown terribly bored of this place,” You say, “Perhaps even death might be more eventful then whatever you are, Kylo.”

Before Hux is able to make his escape Kylo grabs at your throat, encircling his hand around your skin like a vice until he is forcing you to look at Hux ahead of you.

"This is what you want?" He isn't speaking to you but to Hux, pushing your cheeks together in a painful display of humiliation. "This is what's been plaguing that mind of yours-"

"I've no time for this-"

The very last thing Hux is able to see before he leaves Kylo's quarters, is your frightened eyes and Kylo looming behind you. A mere mouse being imprisoned by a God.

You make the mistake of thinking that Hux's absence might soften Kylo's resolve, but your time as his captive should have let you know that there was nothing soft about this man. Nothing at all.

"You should be grateful, you know that?" His lips graze your head and you're suddenly hyper aware of his proximity.

You're hyper aware of the closed metal doors that were probably being guarded by a pair of heavily armed stormtroopers. There is no escaping the clutches of this monster behind you.

And yet; you still find yourself scoffing, "I should be grateful?" You ask, hoping to assimilate every shred of confidence you had left, "I should be grateful to be your prisoner-" you wince when his grip on your jaw tightens and he's wrenching your face until you're craning your neck backwards to face him.

Large, looming, and completely fucking livid.

"You should be grateful that you're still fucking breathing, you brat-"

And then, a very strange thing occurs.

Since the moment Kylo had wrangled you off your home planet, you had sworn to be nothing but defiant. In honour of everything you stood for, you would never let him see you weak and yet here you are, carelessly allowing the faintest of whimpers to slip through quivering lips.

The sound confuses Kylo initially. In fact, he cranes your head back further, not caring whether you were comfortable or not as he bends down, appearing to inspect your mouth for that peculiar sound further. He squeezes your cheeks lightly, prodding the round tissues of fat as if fervently trying to search for whatever button might allow for that little sound to spill from your lips again.

"How completely and utterly curious-"

"You're fucking hurting my neck-" the fire returns and with it, comes your will to wrench your face out of his grip. You're only able to get free because he lets you and you know this.

"What..." Kylo bends even lower towards you and you turn your head to face the blank wall ahead of you. Evading eye contact with this man was nothing if not crucial. "What was that sound you just made-"

"It appears as though hearing nothing but the cries of utter doom and damnation has defamiliarized you to the sound of pleasure, Ren-"

Your breath is wiped clean from your throat not even a second later when you steal a look downwards at a gloved hand interlocking itself around your throat once more. Seemingly his favourite place.

"All the praises that could fall from your mouth..." Kylo drawls before pressing himself firmly against your backside, "All that you could say to worship the hand that feeds you and you still choose to be insolent-"

You try to escape his death grip but he doesn't let you out this time around. All you can do is be thankful that he had the decency to allow you to breathe.

"That's all you fucking know how to do right," Kylo's lips are at your ear and your knees buckle. "Insolence. Insolence. Insolence." Your legs give out, but before you're able to topple to the ground in a puddle of your own lustful perversions, his other hand curls around your waist, keeping you firmly pressed against his front.

“Today's the day you fucking obey," he whispers, "Understand?"

"I-I-”

Kylo is not sure how he does it, or why he does it, or where he got the understanding to do it, but his hand makes its very slow descent from your collarbone, to the spot right above your pillowy breasts. Clad in nothing but your knee length tunic, a garment stitched with fibres indigenous to your homeplanet, you suddenly feel incredibly naked and incredibly exposed. What was once an act of rebellion, is now your undoing.

"There is a way to make you disobey isn't there?" You can hear him becoming excited. "Every cattle has their price. What's yours?" Before you're able to turn and possibly beg for some sort of mercy, he's already in there. The stuff Kylo sees digging around in your mind, is enough to have him staring off into hyperspace. His eyes are trained on nothing at all as he rapes your most memories and most private desires. All while drawing you impossibly closer, until his mouth was buried in your hair and his hand was closing around your left breast. You squirm underneath him until finally, he's released from your stupor.

You did not dare turn around to look at him, in fear of seeing his dark eyes dilated with enlightenment.

"How barbaric." He whispers. "That's what I have to do in order to get you to listen to me,"

"I-I don't know what you're-"

"Open your mouth." Before you're ever able to interject even a single word, Kylo's hand is digging into the skin of your jaw, "Do I have to do it for you- open your mouth-" He wrenches your mouth open and cranes your neck back once more.

"That's it," You're absolutely frightened to see the violence that has darkened those irises. This is the look that's shielded behind the mask during times of battle. This is that look no one got to see.

Yet here you were.

"You're so fucking filthy, you know that?" You're nodding before your brain is aware of it, "You're a filthy, perverted little creature," one by one, your inhibitions slipped away from you until you could feel yourself become completely and utterly dumb for him. Your mind becomes a tabula rasa as Kylo bends his heavy frame downwards, spitting directly into your open mouth. There it is. That whimper he wanted to hear so badly.

You're not even aware of his hand reaching around your front until he's parting your legs with determination. "Is this where you want me?" Your mouth hangs open and you look up at him glassy doe eyes as he cups your drenched heat. Kylo locks his full lips and presses his front impossibly closer to your backside. "This whole time I've needed to get you in line, and the answers been here this whole fucking time?" A gloved hand swipes your underwear to the side and the wind is completely knocked out of you when Kylo pushes his fingers in immediately. He fucks his fingers into you with zero restraint and zero preparation, and the roughness has your eyes nearly rolling to the back of your skull as you grow limp in his grip. Lucky for you he's so large, lucky for you he might as well be a stone wall behind you, letting you lean against him with your long legs spread wide for his absolute assault.

"Look at me." He says, holding you against him by your throat while his index and middle finger violate your soaking cunt. Despite his orders you're still a drunken, blundering mess with half lidded eyes, promising to keep you locked away in your pleasure.

"If you don't fucking look at me, I'll stop and you'll suffer." He squeezes your clit quite painfully, immediately bringing you out of hedonistic stupor-

"FUCK- WHAT THE FUCK-"

"Do you want me to stop?" He asks, with a note of cockiness that had your brows furrowing.

"Are you stupid?! Of course I don-" before the curse could even escape your mouth in its entirety, Kylo's blocking out your airways. You fight to scratch at his gloved grip around your throat but his grip is fucking metallic.

"Look at how docile you look when you're not running your mouth,"

Your insides were screaming for oxygen, yet your hips rut against his hand. Kylo slyly adds a third finger inside your slippery cunt. "What a whore," he whispers, causing you to fuck forward against his hand, nearly humping yourself to completion as the blood flow to your brain seems to stop completely. You need oxygen and you need to cum. You just don't know which you need more.

"You're nothing but fucking filth-"

Your mouth opens to let a moan escape but it never does, and Kylo watches your struggle with a pained expression of his own.

"F-Fuck, I've never seen anything so vile-"

You were slipping. Whether it was into unconsciousness or an orgasm you couldn't tell. "If you pass out I will fuck you," he whispers, "There's not fucking escaping me-"

And in that very moment, Kylo unlocks the invisible grip on your airways and suddenly you can breathe and cum. Almost immediately you're slipping into a violent, damn near supernatural orgasm that has you seeing every star in the known galaxy.

"F-FUCK- oh my-" You're rutting against his hand, tongue lolling out all while Kylo continues to fuck his fingers into your cunt.

"That's it," He whispers, "Cum for me, you useless fucking whore-" Every vile sliver of degradation causes a fresh wave of pleasure to roll through you until the first droplets of tears are rolling down your cheek.

"Don't fucking do that," he whispers, pulling you closer than ever, "Don't fucking do that unless you want me to fuck you right now-"

He watches the tears roll down your face and absolutely loses it. Now suddenly aware of his own cock aching in his pants.

"K-Kylo please-" You try to push his hand out of you but to no avail. "It's too much-"

But his eyes are shut, and your body is overcome by wave after wave of electrifying shivers. The pleasure quickly bleeds into the pain of being so heavily overstimulated but Kylo is lost in his own world now. He clutches you impossibly closer, mumering obscenities into your hair as he ruts against your ass and you fucking pray for it to be over. Your pussy is fucking spent and yet he's still keeping his hand there, as if driven by his own need to cum.

"You stupid fucking slut- look what you made me do-" He's rutting against your ass, eyes squeezed shut as his hips stutter, "F-Fuck-" the whimper that breaks his voice is utterly intoxicating and you find yourself slipping into another dry orgasm as Kylo pushes against you, cumming in his pants with various expletives falling from his pillowy lips. When your orgasm falls you beg him to let go of you and when he does, you topple to the floor.

Never in your life have you felt so weak. So spent. So utterly used.

Kylo does not spare you a glance when he turns around. "This is where you will reside from now on," he says with finality. Careful to let his voice relay how utterly broken he feels. Just as broken as you.

[revelboo]

With all the Megs updates I wonder, couñd we get more IDW (Skin and bones) or TFA updates? 🫶

Sure!

The Devil You Know Pt 5

TFA Megatron x Reader

• Heart racing as he literally begins pulling himself together, you’re painfully aware that freeing him is going to cost you your internship. That Sumdac is so prodigious a figure in the robotics industry that if his ‘secret weapon’ getting loose doesn’t destroy his reputation, that he’ll destroy yours and make sure you can never find a job in the industry. And it’s worth it to help him, to free this gentle giant. Nervously backing up when his head joins with his torso and the size of him really registers while he crouches in the middle of the lab, accidentally knocking over computers and tables. “You have no idea how good it feels to be back,” he growls, head turning to find you.

• And you offer him an uncertain smile, your sweet, trusting nature twisting through him as he reaches for you and you willingly put yourself into his hand, let him close his servos around you and lift you to optic level. “What will you do now?” Imagines the horror on your face if he told you he’s going to raze this miserable rock you call home to ash. He’d been looking forward to that, to teaching you that hard lesson to not trust anyone, but as you lay soft hands on his, he vents. You’ll figure it out soon enough. With his comms back in action, he reaches out, searching for his followers. Letting his internal systems run diagnostics and finish the repairs you made. Waiting for Sumdac to come to him.

• “I’ll live and finish what I started,” he says, that low, rumbling voice making you smile. “Rest, little one.” A huge servo smooths against your cheek, shockingly gentle for how massive he is and you relax into his big palm. Nerves jangling in worry about Sumdac and your future, but so exhausted. Glad that you’d been able to help him even if it ruins your future.

• Servo absently running down your spine as you relax into his touch, rumbling softly when he realizes you’re sleeping in his hand. But you had worked so diligently to repair him. Maybe he should keep you as a pet to sit at his feet. See how long it takes for that trusting spirit to irreparably break. Because you’re going to be a treat to ruin. Though, keeping you ignorant has its appeal, too. A challenge.

• Drifting in and out of exhausted sleep, you feel that servo sliding down your spine over and over. Hear the thrum of his internal systems and his venting. And you hear when the door opens, head lifting as he growls and tucks you closer to his chassis and shifts a panel. Yelping as you’re slid inside and you cringe back from the fitful pulse of his spark, back hitting the now closed panel when he moves. Heart racing, you hear his rumbling growl, but can’t make sense of what he’s saying as you flatten yourself as far from his spark as you can get, flinching when arcs of energy reach and fall just short of you. Why had he put you in here? Is he hiding you from Sumdac so you don’t get in trouble?

• Oh, that look. That unmitigated fear. Smiling lazily as Sumdac freezes, the small human staring in horror and he lunges, servos closing on the man and he howls, fighting. How tempting to just squeeze until the human pops in his servos. But then the fun is over much too soon and he wants Sumdac to suffer as he has. Feeling you moving around inside him, trying so frantically to avoid his spark, he subspaces his other plaything and presses his servos against his chassis. There’s so much to do.

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[the-lewd-bot]

Being in subspace feels like what must be low power mode for a robot girl. This unit falls into a headspace full of whimpers and whining chimes and begging, unable to say or do anything that requires higher processing, rocking its needy port against your charging device, head full of gasps and static and pure desire. Willing to do anything it takes to get used correctly, to be put right. And, like low power mode, coming out of it fills this unit with a sense of charge and purpose once more.

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━━ KEEP FALLING IN LOVE.

WARNINGS: canon-typical violence [i also used a lot of crude metaphors], lmk if there's anything else.

love language headcanons with subspace and hyperlaser.

SUBSPACE.

giving.

PHYSICAL TOUCH: - Even without the pretext of romance, Subspace is casual about skinship. By himself, as Blackrock's most infamous scientist, it's not comforting that someone so twisted and rotted would so casually sling an arm around another. It's unsettling. To know that someone so highly regarded and so highly feared asserts themselves so closely, acts so intimately despite the blood that so proudly soaks their hands. It's uneasy. It's terrifying. It's dangerous.

- To you, however, it is anything but. It is tender. It is reassuring. It is secure. He calls you "his" to affirm that he dares not crush you beneath his heel like he does all the rest. You may have to thoroughly remind him, but he'll understand if you're not savvy about his physical affections. If not for the general discomfort of lingering so close to someone whose very presence is poisoning, then it'd be for all other reasons, such as personal space or boundaries. Swords, he can understand. He remembers those lowly colleagues of his trying to get him to cozy up to them.

- Though if you are completely fine with his means of love, it's almost as if you've given him the opportunity to be close to you in ways you couldn’t fathom. You’ve given him the chance to be beneath your skin and bone, laying near the fragility of your heart as a sign of love. In other words, he's all over you. Maybe to a bothersome degree. Those casual affections only become sickeningly sweet when he's around you. After all, you are just about everything to him. Other than his devotion to Blackrock and its progress.

- But, again, his hands will seldom be away from you. An arm will lazily but securely drape around your waist, occasionally squeezing your sides to remind you of his presence. An unexpected embrace and he'll bury his head into the crevice where neck and shoulder meet. And if you'd let him, he'll kiss you as much as you please. His lips will find whatever skin that they can reach, softly nipping and kissing as he were revering you like he reveres himself. There's so much that Subspace does and would do to have you; All of you.

receiving.

WORDS OF AFFIRMATION - The Head of the Robotics Division, Blackrock's greatest scientist, there are a multitude of titles and names that revere Subspace for his absolute brilliance and talent. However, whatever sweet praise they may have for him, it is utterly nothing when he hears your honeyed words upon his ears.

- If it wasn't apparent, you're what matters most to him other than the success of Blackrock. How others perceive him means nothing, whether they fear him or respect him; as long as you love him, then all other beliefs are practically worthless. After all, what does it matter if his exasperating colleagues tell him that he's a genius? He has you. Those words mean infinitely more when you briefly and blissfully kiss his cheek, praising him for his endless erudition.

- Though for your sake, it'd be wise not to mention that near-feverish flushing of his cheeks. It'd also be wise not to mention the near-worrying dilation and shaking of his pupils. Lastly, it'd be best not to mention the faint tremors of his body. Somehow, someway, a cruel and cunning scientist like him acts like a skittering student whose crush had just complimented them.

- If you do end up mentioning his dopey bashfulness, then expect for Subspace to impulsively chastise you. He's an inphernal with a reputation to uphold. And as much as he'll try to dull his usually sharp words, he'll slip to his old habits when it comes to being vulnerable with you. Of course, he'll apologize in his own way.

- Eventually. ^^'

GIFTS: - For his most illustrious position at Blackrock, there are many luxuries that are easily accessible to him. The finest and comfiest clothes can be tailored at a moment's notice if he should ask, the most decadent meals can be made if he ever wanted them, and the most expensive gifts or commodities can be bought without even worrying about the numbers. Subspace follows such sentiments and practices as a reminder of what his brilliance has brought for him.

- By that logic, it wouldn't be wrong to assume that Subspace would only want gifts that satisfied his standards. He wants the most beneficial tools, the most opulent clothes, everything else of the sort. Yet, truthfully, Subspace adores whatever gifts you have to offer him. From costly presents to hand-made goods, Subspace cherishes each one- Not that he'd ever openly express such sentiments.

- You believed your first gift to him would be met with reluctance. Maybe he'd politely smile at you for your extravagant present before casting it aside somewhere where no one and not even himself could find it. However, to your surprise, he had gazed at it with a fondness that, at the time, you didn't know he was capable of. And later on, you'd find it proudly displayed on his desk. An almost entire spot dedicated to your craftsmanship.

- Subspace wouldn't have told you, at least not yet, that he always holds and looks over whatever gifts you give to him. Sometimes, it's to pass the bleak time in his laboratory or office. Other times, it's to remind himself of the love that you so eagerly give to him. No matter what, whether you consider them "half-assed" or "gaudy," he looks at each gift completely mesmerized.

HYPERLASER.

giving.

ACTS OF SERVICE: - Some part of him used to be ashamed that he doesn't love as extravagantly and grandiosely as others. Unlike other inphernals, who could so easily embrace or cherish their partners with ease, Hyperlaser almost acts as if you're a complete stranger to him despite your being your lover.

- Too many times, he's "messed" everything up. He tries to offer you sweet praise, but his words are choppy and mumbled. They're curt and blunt, almost as if he's referring to you like a colleague rather than a partner. Then, he tries to offer you his physical affection, and they're clumsy too. It's either he handles you stiffly, like he's never held anyone in his life, That, or he handles you roughly, like he would anyone in a phight. You reassure him that there's no need to apologize for his inexperience, but he feels the guilt in his gut every time.

- Hyperlaser tries to make up for his awkwardness by making your day-to-day life less stressful. It'll be simple things. Maybe he's just opening and holding the door for you as often as he can. Maybe he's accompanying you on your errands. Or maybe he's smoothing the creases in your outfit. It's simple stuff he hopes you'll think is sweet; It's simple stuff he thinks you'll like.

- Over time, they're less and less simple, but he still believes his involvement in otherwise "insignificant" chores is nothing. He'll insist on cooking for you, whether that be in the rising dawn or the latest nights; It's a tender notion. Sometimes, you'll come home to the procrastinated pile of laundry done and neatly folded on your bed, courtesy of Hyperlaser. And when he feels his safest with you, he'll occasionally join you in the shower to do something like wash your hair for you.

- It is everything to you. It is everything that Hyperlaser is so persistently by your side. If not because of what he does to help you, then it's because he listens to each word of yours. He hangs onto each fleeting thought, complaint and comment of yours. He carries them onto the day in the hopes to make everything easier for you. It takes Hyperlaser time to realize that he has always been tender, soft, and loving the way that he believed fit. And so, through all of this, he learns that he doesn't need to change anything about himself or how he loves; He already loves as extravagantly and as grandiosely as he's seen.

receiving.

PHYSICAL TOUCH: - It's foreign to him. He's to used to being met with the violence and cruelty of skin ship, returning it with the same sentiments. Hyperlaser has known cracked ribs, swelling bruises, stinging cuts, and debris lodged in his limbs that he almost is unsure of what to do when its anything but. He nearly retreats from each gentle and innocent touch you offer him.

- It was bad the first time. You had unexpectedly touched his shoulder from behind, and so, he reflexively had spun his heel and nearly swung at you. Forgive him. So much of his younger days were spent on learning drill commands, firing through a sniper rifle, and learning how to kill. Hyperlaser had felt so guilty when he realized what he could've done. Spent an entire week trying to make it up to you despite your reassurances that "It was fine!" and that "It was an accident!"

- It takes time; Everything takes time. Hyperlaser allows himself the vulnerability that is letting his rigid guard down, if just with you. Only then, does Hyperlasser realize that he wholly adores your touch. He loves you. He loves to feel you. He loves to have you feel him. It's safe and secure to him, something that is so fleeting to him sometimes with his life as Blackrock Mercenary.

- Nevertheless, he greedily accepts whatever affection you lavish him with even if he does not openly express such. So lean against him, rest your head on his shoulder or on his helmet and trust him as he does to you. So hold his hand, intertwine your fingers with his own calloused ones. And most importantly, take off his helmet and take his scarred visage in your hands. Whisper your honeyed nothings and handle him like he is not the hardened mercenary he has become. Tell him, through your touch, that he is everything to you as you are to him.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: hi! yes i am writing out the requests, don't worry. i'm mainly posting this so i can get a feel for how i want to format my writing posts and i wrote this a long time ago...so with some revisions, here we go!! but yes, i am churning out requests :]

[interastical]

just had a silly idea....how would they respond to reader asking "would you still love me if I was a worm"...any phighters really 👉👈

`` WOULD YOU STILL LOVE ME IF I

WAS A WORM ? , ,

" ... darlin' ... what? "

SWORD

Considering how socially awkward the guy is, even with you as his partner, he'd still find himself giving you the most confused stare of his life as the question left your mouth.

"What kind of a question is that??"

When your question is left unanswered for a few short moments, you give him a raised brow and cross your arms - a stupid smirk on your face.

He's flustered, the blush on his cheeks beginning to show.

"Of.. of course I would still love you,"

He'd say, after processing your question - and after succumbing to your teasing and playful glances.

MEDKIT

The question doesn't catch the guy off-guard. Medkit knows you, and he knows how often you ask ridiculous questions when things grow silent between the two of you.

When he doesn't answer, yet still feels your gaze locked onto him, he sighs.

"Don't ask such ridiculous questions. You know I love you."

He leans in and gives you a soft kiss on your forehead, letting out a soft, comforting chuckle erupting from your throat.

Your chuckle makes him smile.

VINE STAFF

She hums, thinking over your bizarre question for a small moment. Looking down at the bed of flowers the two of you were just planting, her fingers would brush against the petals of one of the blooming flowers.

"Dear.. the way I wonder how your mind comes up with such silly questions," Vine Staff smiled, slowly and carefully picking the flower off of the bed.

She'd turn to face you, reaching her hand out and placing the beautiful flower onto your head.

"Demon.. worm.. plant.. it wouldn't matter to me." She explained. "You're still my blossom."

SCYTHE

She barks out a laugh that echoes throughout the canyons of Lost Temple - a laugh that you were convinced could be heard for miles.

The desert outlaw wiped a tear from her eye, giving you a playful smirk.

"Darlin'... the things you come up with!"

Scythe strolled towards you, her heels clicking and bringing up small, tiny clouds of desert sand as your posture shifted - instantly becoming flustered up as you felt her reach her robotic, clawed hand under your chin, lifting it up with ease.

"Whatever you are.. it don't matter. You're mine, love. Ain't nothin' gonna change that."

Scythe chuckled at your frozen state, taking the chance to steal a kiss - planting it right on your cheek.

COIL

The two of you were in the midst of a brawl between a bunch of Biografts sent by Subspace to track the two of you down. During the playful banter that you and Coil shared as you both took down the robots with ease, the question came up.

Coil shattered the face of one of the Biografts', before pausing and turning towards you, holding back his laughter.

"Did you just ask if I would love you even if you were a worm?"

You laughed - taking down one of the Biografts attempting to charge towards you, turning your head towards Coil and giving him a wink, sticking your tongue out.

Your intoxicating laughter made the hellhound erupt in laughter as the two of you moved side-by-side to fight together against the incoming group of Biografts.

" Lil' ol' you, a worm? Pshh.. wouldn't stop ya from being cute," Coil grinned sheepishly, sending his own wink your way before rushing ahead towards the small swarm of robots, leaving you stunned for a moment - processing his reply.

With a blush rising to your face, you shook your head, letting out a sheepish chuckle at his goofy behavior, before running after him to lend a hand.

[pinkanonwrites]

Washrack Academy

Jetstorm and Jetfire have a lot of questions about humans. But you? You just want to take your shower in peace.

TFA Jetfire, TFA Jetstorm, and Reader, no ships but it's implied Jetfire has a little crush on the reader, human reader, non-sexual nudity, is it still voyeurism if it's mostly fueled by curiosity? probably, AFAB Reader with GN Pronouns, alien anatomy discussions

"You know, humans are being much more hygienic than Sentinel says they are being."

You rolled your eyes, hefting your small duffel bag further up your shoulder. "Yeah, well Sentinel doesn't know as much about humans as he thinks he does. Most people I know shower every other day at the very least. We aren't big fans of being dirty."

"But now you are being extra dirty!" Jetstorm loomed over you with a cheeky grin, running a huge metal digit over the top of your head. A slick of motor oil came with it, sending another disgusted shiver down your spine at the gooey sensation. "Bumblebee maybe needs to working on power steering! And not splashing human friends with drinks of celebration."

Being a human liaison representing the city of Detroit on Cybertron was already a job way outside of the normal parameters of your career, and the stress was leaving you pretty wired. But Bumblebee accidentally tipping an oversized can of motor oil off a table and directly onto your head while showing off just had to be the final nail in the coffin. In front of a whole bunch of big important Autobots and everything.

Now you were being flanked on either side by Sentinel Prime's personal squadron (a gig they eagerly volunteered for and a choice both you and Sentinel had little say in) as they showed you to whatever the Cybertronian equivalent of an army base locker room was so you could get cleaned up. 

"And motor oil not to be damaging your fluffy organic fibers?" Great, now Jetfire was poking at your greasy hair too. At least he had half a processor to keep his igniters off while he did.

"It's called hair. And it'll only damage it if I leave it in too long. Plus, it's really bad for my skin."

"Good for it not to be doing badness to hair! Yikes for it to be doing badness to skin. So sensitive, little organics. Must be very hard!"

"You're telling me, bud."

"Here! Coming this way." Jetstorm gestured for you to follow him through a tiled doorway. The room beyond looked remarkably similar to the locker room you'd had in high school, though blown up to a cartoonish scale. "We have tiny washrack for mini-bot sizes. Maybe too big for you still, but is better than nothing!"

He wasn't exaggerating, the handles for the mini-bot sized faucets were still a good two or three feet out of your reach. 

"Where do you even put your towels? Your soap?" You glanced around but failed to find any bench or wall divot suitably placed for setting your things down. "Is there anywhere I can set my bag?"

"Just be putting bag into subspace! Easy for peasy!" A small compartment popped open on Jetstorm's chest, and from it he procured… a metal scouring pad? A giant one, about the size of a large restaurant platter. If the situation weren't so incredibly absurd already, you might've gotten a chuckle out of the idea of a robot using a Brillo pad as a loofah.

"Yeah, we don't… humans don't have that." You said instead. Because this situation was, in fact, incredibly absurd.

Jetfire and Jetstorm looked at each other, mirrored expressions of visible confusion. Then, they both shrugged.

"Being a human…"

"...Is very difficult!"

"Look, just- can one of you hold it for me? Please?"

"For certain! I will be best at human wash rack supplies holder job! Be counting on me." You dropped your duffel bag into Jetfire's cupped hands and wrenched it open. Grabbing your various bottles of hair product and a large towel from within, you lined them up on the floor along the wall and hopefully just beyond the reach of the shower's spray. But as you moved for the bottom of your shirt to pull it off, you felt the prickle of two pairs of optics staring just a little bit too hard at your body.

"Are you two just gonna… watch me? You can wait outside, you know."

"We are to be protecting you from curious bots! And make sure you do not do the snooping or the wandering off." Jetstorm insisted.

"Are you gonna do that while staring me down? A little privacy, please." Was it ironic to ask for privacy in a locker room? Probably. But most people had the decency not to stare while someone was getting undressed. 

Most people. Maybe that sentiment didn't extend to twelve foot tall transforming robot soldiers.

"Staring? Who is doing the staring? Certainly not us goodness bots!" 

"No, no! We would never be the staring! Especially not at soft and squishy little human frame!"

Both brothers rushed to cup a servo over their optics, continuously asserting their supposed innocence all the while. You sighed, peeling your way out of your slick and permanently stained clothes and letting them fall to the ground in an oily heap.

"Well I don't know how it is on Cybertron, but on Earth staring at people in the locker room is what we call 'bad manners.' You two ever heard of those?"

"We will being so very manners-filled! No staring from us at you, big promise." Jetfire insisted, carefully depositing your bag into his subspace as he brought his other servo up so they were both covering his faceplate.

"Though do not be trying to do the sneaking off while we are look-away! That would be also called 'bad manners.'" Added Jetstorm with a cheeky thumbs-up.

"I'm not going to go sneaking around your base naked, so you don't need to worry about that. Now could one of you get the water for me, please?"

As Jetstorm felt along the wall and cranked the water to partial blast, you swear you heard him ask his brother 'But what is "naked" meaning?' The hiss of the showerhead quickly covered it, though, and you decided you'd rather focus on getting clean before you struggled to explain the foreign concept to the pair of ridiculous twins. The water ran just hot enough to make your skin tingle as you lathered your hair with shampoo, vigorously scrubbing the motor oil free from your scalp. It'd probably take more than a few rinses to get everything out, you'd have to ask Professor Sumdac to bridge you some more toiletries way sooner than you'd originally planned. Maybe Sari could pick some up for you on her next trip home?

But as you lathered your hair up for the fourth (maybe fifth?) time, you couldn't help but notice a quiet, metallic buzzing that could just barely be heard over the hiss of water. It paused and fizzed in a rhythmic pattern, not all too dissimilar from Morse Code. It would stop for a moment, before picking up again, slightly lower pitched this time. It sounded almost like… a conversation.

"If you've got something to say, you can say it out loud." You called them out. Jetfire startled at the sound of your voice, his own sounding slightly strained. 

"What? But we are such quiet being!"

"You're doing that… that 'EM field' thing. Where you talk to each other with your brains? I've heard Bee and Bulkhead do it before. So, c'mon. What do you want to know?"

He clammed up, absentmindedly scuffing one of his pedes against the tiled floor. Jetstorm, meanwhile, had a sly grin growing across his faceplate. He raised his free servo up in the air like a student waiting to be called on.

"Actually, Jetfire is having a question!"

"I-I am not! Do not listen, brother is merely making funny joke!"

"No, no! Do not listen to him! Jetfire is very, very curious about human not having sp-MRMPH!"

A cacophony of metal on metal echoed through the wash racks as Jetfire tackled his brother to the wet tile, wrestling his servos over the other's intake to keep him quiet. Jetstorm grabbed for his brother's goggles and pulled him into a shaky headlock, even as Jetfire repeatedly kicked him in the knees with the flat of his pede. You scrambled to grab your towel, clutching it to your front as the two bots collapsed to the ground in an ear-splitting crash.

"Hey, HEY! Quit it! What the hell are you two doing?!"

Both of their heads snapped up at your tone, Jetstorm still looking mischievous while his brother had the decency to look a bit sheepish. He quickly pried Jetfire's servo off of his intake.

"Jetfire is wanting to know why humans do not have spike! You know, since he was doing the peeking."

"Y-You were also doing peeking! I know you were curious too!" Jetfire shot back.

"Maybe curious, yes, but you are obsessed! 'Oh, little humans are so soft and so squishy being! Why so warm? I want to be holding one!'"

"I am not sounding like that! You are making exaggeration!"

Jetfire seemed on the verge of tackling his brother again, so you quickly stepped in. "Okay, geez, look. I will answer one, ONE! Question each. And only if you stop hitting each other. That's it. I don't have the energy for this today."

The two bots awkwardly clambered back to their feet, Jetstorm looking down at you with a playful grin while Jetfire seemed to be looking anywhere but your unclothed frame.

"Brotherrrrr?" Jetstorm teased. "Would you like to be going first?" 

Jetfire dignified his brother's teasing with a sharp elbow to the side, but spoke anyway. "S-Sorry to be peeking when you said not, but, um, do humans not have- uh, not have spike? Or is it hidden? Maybe not pressurized? If embarrassing you don't have to say. No biggee."

You furrowed your brow. 'Spike.' You don't think you'd heard any of the Autobots use that term before, at least not around you. Maybe it was a built-in weapon? Or some sort of specialized armor plating?

"I, uh, I don't know what a spike is. Sorry. Can you be… more specific?"

Jetfire let out a high-pitched sound, similar to heat escaping a tea kettle, while his brother only seemed to beam even brighter at his humiliated suffering.

"Ah, you know! Spike!" Jetstorm grinned. "Right here, above valve? Comes out like 'fssshh'? No modesty panel on you, so maybe just hidden away!" He made a bunch of vague motions in front of his crotch, and with a looming horror you started to catch on as he mimed the motion of something growing and rising up in front of his crotch plate. His modesty panel.

Holy shit they had robot dicks.

"N-No? No, I don't have a- a spike." You were doing your absolute best to stay focused on the conversation at hand, not think about… about the robot penis that apparently all Cybertronians had? "Humans, uh, most humans just have one or the other. The, um, the spike or the… the…"

"Valve?" Jetstorm happily supplied.

"Sure? I guess?!"

"Something new to be learned every day! Right, brother?" Jetstorm thumped his brother on the back with an open servo, while Jetfire was openly refusing to make eye contact with you. The temperature in the room seemed to peak by a few degrees, and based on the heat waves rolling off of Jetfire's body you had an inkling suspicion it was his doing, however unintentional it may be. "Anyways, my turn, yes? You said word 'naked'. What is 'naked' meaning?"

"Uh, y-yeah. Um, yeah. Sure." God, you did not have the mental fortitude to deal with these revelations today. "Naked just means you're not… covered up? Wearing clothes. There are some parts on a human that have to be covered in public, otherwise it's uh… inappropriate." Your only solace was that now you had some sort of comparison to make between Cybertronians and humans. "Like, you guys wouldn't walk around with your… your spike out? Same for humans."

"Ohhh…" They even had stunned realizations in unison. You'd almost consider it cute, if you weren't already so burnt-out.

"Yep, well, class is over. Can I please get dressed now? Preferably without being watched?"

"A-Ah! Yes, of course! So sorry! Here is things." Jetfire quickly fumbled your duffel out of his subspace, only for it to slip through his digits and hit the floor with a thud. Wincing, he turned to shove his brother from the room, calling over his shoulder to you as they went. "We will be watching door so no bots do peeking! Then there is no way we be seeing you naked, not even little bit! Seeing you in moment- but not naked! Just normal seeing!"

"O-Okay? I'll be out in… a bit." But they were already gone. Weird. Weird couple of bots. But hey, at least now you could dry your hair in peace.

~  ~  ~  ~  ~  

"Very bumpy landing, brother." Jetstorm couldn't fight his mirthful grin as he stared down at his spark-twin, who was currently sitting with his back to the wall outside the wash racks, knee-joints pulled up tight to his chassis and faceplate hidden from view. "I may not be seeing exact same appeal you do, but humans are verrrrrry entertaining being. That human especially so!"

"I wish to be offline." Jetfire lamented. "So awkward, very very uncool. They will never be speaking to me again."

"Do not be so downer, brother! They answer questions very nice, and do not even yell when you peeking at their array!"

Jetfire let out another pathetic wail. "Do not be reminding me! Me, caught peeking? Would rather scrub every rivet on Omega Supreme than be that embarrassing again." He slammed his helm against the tops of his knee-joints a few times for good measure, a loud, echoing clanking reverberating down the hall. "Why are little humans being so soft? A-And when covering self, why are little peeks of soft bits around towel so- so erotic?"

Jetstorm cackled, patting his brother atop the helm with his servo. "And to think, we thought being human is hard. Sounds like liking human is much, much harder!"

[acupofinkedblood]

Biograft [Setient] and child reader

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

• Biografts are mass-produced robots created by Subspace to serve Blackrock. They are supposed to be a bunch of walking metals that made to kill, they aren’t supposed to be sentient as they are devoid of any notable personality. That’s supposed to be the logic behind their creation. To serve, to kill and to exist. Nothing more and nothing less than a bunch of destructive scrapped metal together

• But among those proud creations of the mad scientist, there exists a flawed Biograft. The flaw isn’t noticeable at first. It exists like every other Biografts, follows orders obediently. But then that Biograft feels like something is different. Hell, to be able to ‘feel’ something is already impossible, yet it isn’t aware that it is alone in that aspect

• Then that flaw starts to become more than just obvious

• It shows mercy, despite being such a killing machine. When its fellow creations take part in said gruesome act, something inside its core just sinks. It feels so lonely, standing among its fellow Biografts without understanding how to fit in or what is wrong with it

• Knowing that somehow, its mind has developed a personality based on free wills, Subspace immediately discards that imperfect creation of his

• Its fate is bounded to end there. It has only developed a mind of its own for not to long, yet now it is here, laying in another bunch of worthless scraps in an unnamed landfill of the outskirt of Blackrock. Before its power slowly runs out, there is only one thing in its mind - It wants to live a life without regrets, if possible

• Then the darkness fell upon it as the battery inside it is completely drained away

• But then, to its surprise, its screen starts to load again. Before it can analyze the situation and predict why is it still alive, it sees you, a living demon. A little living demon, to be specific. Based on its data, you must be a child. What is a child doing in such landfill? And how does a child manage to find it? The Biograft’s curiosity seems to be widened just because of a little demon child in front of it now

• You are startled when you see the Biograft awake. At first, it’s just your curiosity to try and put some sort of different types of battery inside its core. You didn’t expect it will work, of course. Yet to your surprise, you have done the impossible. What a little genius of random convenience! But now you are fearing for your life

• Since you are just a child, those cold and mindless machines intimidate you. You take some steps back then trip on the dirty ground when the Biograft stands up. It looks ran down, with broken arm and limped leg. In that little mind of yours, you thought that this certain Biograft had gotten into a fight with its kins and this is its punishment. Clever little one, you aren’t exactly wrong

• Imagine your surprise when the Biograft apologizes for scaring you and offers you its non-damaged hand to help you stand up. Is this a trap? It shakes its head. Reluctantly, you take the cold machine’s hand. Something inside your mind urges you to run away to somewhere safe, but when the Biograft scans its motionless eyes to ensure that you aren’t injured, you decide to bring it with you

• You try to fix the machine up. Although your attempt might be a bit clumsy, you have figured out how to help it replace some of the broken parts as the Biograft helps mending it together based on its instructions

• It has nowhere to go, and you have no one to rely on. The Biograft is aware that the one who gives it a chance to live again is you, a little one. There is some sense of responsibility and gratitude that seems new to it when it looks at you, which leads to its proposal: It wants to accompany you. As for you, since this machine doesn’t want to harm you, you have given it a chance. Even when it doesn’t really understand what a typical biological demon needs, you are more than willing to help it get used to this new life

• The story of you and your new mechanical guardian begins like that. How comical

• Calling it ‘Biograft’ is such a mouthful and there’s nothing special about it — like there’s probably a bunch of other Biografts out there, you want yours to stand out from those! — so you shortened it up to just Bio, a complete new name or just some other nicknames. Bio seems willing to entertain your selection of new names, and you can go on and on as much as you want

• Calling Bio ‘it’ feels wrong for you. When you ask what does Bio want to be referred as, the machine looks at you dead in the eyes and says it doesn’t really matter what pronouns you use, because Bio is a literal machine. So you just go and spin the wheel to sort it out, still a dead end. And then you go screw it and decide to use all of it when referring to Bio

• She plays the role of the protector most of the time to keep you safe. No one dares to mess with you, knowing that you have a literal Biograft accompanies you almost all the times. Sometimes she has to be there to take you away from troubles as well

• Bio doesn’t really understand your needs, but he is willing to learn! Sometimes he wonders why do you sleep because demons don’t really need to, or sometimes he wonders are you so fragile and easy to be injured - no offense, of course, just pure curiosity. He wants to know more about you, the child he is supposed to protect

• And the good thing about that is you can ramble all about your favorite interests to her: Your favorite color, your favorite animal, etc…Tell her all about you. And sometimes she might ask you pretty out of pocket questions, but be patient with her please, she is learning how to live as well

• While she stays with you, Bio has developed quite the personality on her own. She doesn’t just pick up your personality, but careful sort it out and adapt to her. She also has likes and dislikes now, although you find it hard to understand what’s the difference between normal oil and synthetic oil

• One thing you discovered is that she can still mimic different types of voice. Instead of being wary of it, you find joy when messing up with her voicebox. She has a wide range of voice selection in her memory core, you will be surprised how diverse they are

• His body is cold, and the eternal snow of Blackrock definitely doesn’t help it. When you first flinched because of how cold his body was, he thought that he had accidentally hurt you and immediately searched for any visible wound. When knowing the problem is how much of a walking refrigerator he is, Bio wanted to figure a way to solve said problem. As much as you say that it’s fine, he still remains careful and not wanting to upset you

• Sometimes Bio is self-conscious that he is different from you. Even when he is sentient, he’s still just a machine. Like hell, he doesn’t even have rights. Yet you don’t seem to mind it much. You have taught him about the basis of how to take care of a kid slowly, taught him about life under your little eyes. You are a miracle to his life, and he is grateful for that

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

Note: I just finished Arcane ss2 and I miss Isha so much

Note 2: Genderfuild Bio because that’s a machine and I have free will

[bloodyinkandquill]

Subspace x Reader

yippee, tried to be be as character accurate as possible since this man is an asshole /aff

- When you first met ‘the great’ Subspace T. Mine you thought he was too loud and cocky, but after getting to know him you realized that he was but he also had a more affectionate side to him, though he usually only showed it in private, he had an image to maintain!

- You’d just affectionately roll your eyes and scoff as he went on and on about how great he is, you found the best way to get him to quiet down is to pet his head between his upper horns, he’d just go quiet and was much more tolerable, it embarrassed him but he loved it so he didn’t complain too much, he just loved talking about how great he was, even if you already knew that

- Despite him going on and on about his experiments and great successes he absolutely forbid you from entering his lab, too many toxic substances and chemicals he wouldn’t be able to handle it if you got injured because of him, especially seeing what they’ve done to him, speaking of while he acts all nonchalant and like it doesn’t affect him, you know how he is behind closed doors, holding him as he shakes from just how excruciating of pain he’s in, it’s unbearable sometimes and you do all you can to make it better for him, but there’s only so much comfort you can provide

- He is absolutely infatuated with you, he’s never been so in love before, honestly he was started to question if he’d ever find love till you, he spoils you even if you protest it, being the head of Blackrock’s science and engineering he makes a very good amount of money, plus occasionally participating in phights gives him extra bux as well, so he gets you extravagant gifts and takes you on needlessly fancy dates, you roll your eyes at the pampering but if that’s how he wants to express his love for you you won’t say no

- He wants to touch you, hold you close, kiss you, but with the poison littering his entire body it’s not the safest to do, so he just goes for small safe touches, holding your hand with the non-decaying one, bonking your shoulder with one of his horns, carefully as to make sure his crystal doesn’t touch you, he avoids kissing you too much, since his mouth is also affected by the rot, but if you want to pepper his face all over with kisses while he has his gas mask and bandage on he will absolutely not complain

- Subspace definitely uses his experiments to make really odd gifts, one of the only times he allowed you in his lab he showed you a chemical reaction, from a safe distance away, that produced heart-like smoke clouds, you thought it was sweet but a little concerning, you also stopped caring about if he came back form the lab with what might have been blood on his uniform, though if you thought it might have been his blood you still worried

- Jealous beyond belief, someone so much as looks at you he’s snarling at them from behind his mask and pulling you closer to him

- He’s tall but not the tallest so if you are taller than him he huffs about it saying how dare you be taller than him, you roll your eyes and pick him up like a cat by the scruff, if your strong enough, and he just dangles there absolutely fucking gobsmacked that you dare do that, it’s so funny you have to stop yourself from dropping him because your laughing so fucking hard

- He is constantly boasting to you about himself, he’s egotistical but it’s something about him you love, you just smile and tell him you know he’s amazing, that gets him a bit flustered as he stammers before continuing on about his greatness and expertise

- Subspace probably has a Biograft with the specific job of watching over you whenever you go somewhere without him, like he’s in his lab working and you go out to get groceries, you get some stares at the store for having a 5’8 robot standing behind you scanning anyone who gets near you but you’ve just gotten used to it by now

- I like to think he purrs, laying his head on your body, maybe lap or chest and you just pet his head as he purrs contently, if anyone saw he would so absolutely berserk about someone seeing the powerful head scientistof Blackrock in such a domestic moment, probably threatens them not to say a word as you sigh and tell him to stop threatening people

sorry if these are a bit ramble-y, hope they’re good tried my best to be accurate to his character while still being good for self shippers lmaooo, my best friend is actually a subspace simp, i’m unsure if he’s a self shipper but i do know she’s absolutely in love with this man, i just smile and non and send them art of him, he sends me art of lampert in return because i am so autistic over him, seeing art of him is not enough i need to become him, anyways thanks for reading this was fun like always!

UPDATE: sent it to said friend and she adored it so yippee!!

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Gamyga Debut: Super Smash Bros. Brawl

Hey! I want a turn on the "talking about Subspace Freaks"! Gimme! Gimme! Subspace was like, one of my formative Weird Enemy Experiences! How have I NOT talked about any of these guys yet?!

Gamyga has always been one of my favorite Subspace Emissary enemies, and you wanna know why? It's because I have good taste, that's why! I mean, this is a really visually striking design, if you ask me. The trophy description it has in Brawl describes it as looking "like an avant-garde work of art from some young art-school grad." That's awesome. You KNOW I love things that are weird and abstract and artsy and pretentious! Gamyga is right up my alley!

I'd say this enemy was made for me, but it was more-so made for the purpose of having a really tall enemy that can serve as a road block that can shoot lasers at you from above while you take it apart piece by piece... That is, unless you are brave enough to take out the mask first and watch the whole thing fall apart all at once!

Of course Mod Hooligon likes the abstract, multi-segmented enemy that you can slowly dismantle or alternatively attack the head of to deal with it instantly. So what? I have a type! Don't judge me! I see no difference, love is love!

As I said, this thing is tall, which probably adds to the visual-strikingness, especially when combined with the fact it pops out of the ground without warning when you get near it! No wonder this thing left such an impression on me. I mean, imagine if you were just taking a stroll in the park when this thing appeared in front of you without warning! How would you feel? Gamyga Jumpscared? Or perhaps Gamyga Pleasantly Surprised...?

Well, no, you would feel "in pain" on account of the Gamyga Laser Blasts.

Sometimes, springs or platforms will be placed nearby that let you jump over Gamyga, or alternatively you'll be playing as a character like Kirby or Pit who can just fly over it. Otherwise though, this thing is going to block your path and soak up a ton of damage. But hey, if it's gonna do that, it may as well look good while doing so!

Man, I spent so long talking about the Whole Enchilada that I haven't even gotten around to talking about the Gamyga Bases on their own! That's right! With every Gamyga, you get Five Guys for the price of one, with One (1) mask and four of These Things! Could a Gamyga be considered a form of colonial organism like a siphonophore...? You don't need to sell me on this thing any more than you already have!

Though maybe it'd be better to analyze these as being something mechanical, given their stiff movements, and how every time they wiggle their arms, it sounds like someone moving a pinball flipper. I almost feel this design would be more interesting if it was biological, but there's something enticing about describing these things as being like "a robotic siphonophore". I honestly don't know which interpretation appeals to me more.

The posing of the arms and the hollow facial features almost remind me of the haniwa statues Gyroids are modeled after, but the presence of pupils and Teeth here makes them look considerably freakier, which as far as I'm concerned is only a good thing. Watch out! Gamyga Base can BITE YOU! Not in the game, mind you. I'm talking about real life.

Gamyga was one of the Subspace enemies they decided to give a trophy in Super Smash Bros. for Nintendo 3DS, for some reason. It's not in Smash Run at all, so I guess whoever was deciding on what things to include as trophies in this game just believed Gamyga was an absolutely vital part of Nintendo history that people needed to be aware of.

They were right, for the record.

[deoreoo]

hi i really like your writing!! i was wondering if you could do like subspace x reader snd the reader is a rivaling scientist or engineer from a different faction like playground or something, i think that would be cool have a nice day!! :3

LITOST

Subspace × Engineer Reader!

Okay so uhm... im not really busy now ish??? BUT YEAH IM BACK!!

Under the dim light of a solitary desk lamp, You were furiously scribbling notes onto a stack of paper the room around you filled with a haphazard array of discarded prototypes and crumpled drafts.

The clock on the wall ticked past midnight, its rhythmic cadence almost mocking the sense of urgency in your movements. Each stroke of the pen brought forth ideas that, while promising in the moment seemed to fall short of the breakthrough they desperately sought

With a frustrated groan You tossed the latest draft into the trashcan, but it missed its mark, fluttering down to join the scattered debris on the floor

The pile of crumpled papers, filled with half-formed theories and abandoned dreams, continued to grow a silent testament to the countless hours spent chasing the elusive spark of innovation.

A few seconds pass before you slammed your own forehead onto the desk with a dull thud, the impact barely registering over the throbbing frustration that seemed to pulse in temples. The room was eerily quiet, save for the soft rustle of papers and the low anguished murmurs that escaped from your lips.

"Maybe this is like karma for choosing engineering..."

As the minutes dragged on you felt your eyelids grow heavier with each passing second. The relentless strain of the long hours began to weigh on them, pulling your own thoughts into a foggy haze

Your poor attempts to stay awake became more desperate punctuated by occasional, futile slaps to their cheeks and half-hearted sips of cold coffee- jumping up in down inside your apartment, and even walking around playground's park

Despite the best efforts, you return back to your apartment the room's dim light seemed to blur and waver as your eyes struggled to stay open.

Soon enough your head drooped slightly, chin resting on the crumpled notes spread out on the desk. Breathing slowed, becoming more rhythmic and even, as the exhaustion began to overtake their frustration The ideas that had once seemed so vital now floated in the periphery of their mind, merging with the dreams of sleep that beckoned irresistibly.

"Maybe just a little bit..."

Amid the scattered papers and discarded blueprints, Your own body finally surrendered to fatigue. Their breathing became a soft, steady rhythm, the room’s quiet now embracing the stillness of their unintended rest

BANG

BANG

BANG

Your deep sleep was abruptly shattered by a series of sharp taps against the window most likely pebbles, thrown with a persistent urgency.

groggily and sitting up properly, the remnants of frustration quickly giving way to confusion. The pebbles continued their insistent patter, echoing through the quiet room.

Groaning, You pushed aside the scattered papers and shuffled to the window. pulling the curtain just enough to peer outside. Only to get flashbanged by the sun making you quickly close the curtain back

"Dear illumina..."

You whisper under your breath before looking back outside again, your eyes adjusting to the now bright sky only to see people... 2 people... people frlm blackrock to be exact- but it did make you think where the other one is-

The unexpected intrusion yanked you fully awake as your mind races with questions and disruption.

"HEY LOOK WHAT I MADE PEASANT"

Was what Subspace yelled at you, you could tell he was grinning behind that mask as he was playing with pebbles on his right hand.... you assume he was the one who threw it on your window...

"What is wrong with you?? Cant you give me some sleep??"

Glaring at him he just let out a snicker before pulling a Biograft infront of him as he booted the robot alive again, that made you a tiny bit curious

"So what-"

"TARGET LOCKED, ENGAGING INTO BATTLE MODE"

Your eyes widen as your breath hitches when you heard what Biograft had said as you make a mad run away- hearing Subspaces manic laugh and the sound of an engine and metal clanking right behind you as you jumped down on a window on the other side of your apartment

"THERE CAN ONLY BE ONE PERFECT SCIENTIST IN ALL OF INPHINITY. DIE"

with Biograft's glowing orange sensors and a deadly retractable blade pursued relentlessly. As it swung its arm, the blade sliced the air dangerously close. You yelped and ducked, narrowly missing the strike. weaving through crossroads your mind racing for a way to out wit a strong tincan-

As You rounded another corner you were abruptly yanked to the side by a familiar figure. Hyperlaser- as he presses a finger to your lips to silence you. They remained still as biograft trundled by, its heavy footsteps reverberating through the alley

Hyperlaser leaned in, whispering harshly, "This is just out of pity. Don’t think too much about it nor expect me to help you ever again."

With that, he stepped back and left you, allowing You to regain footing and organize your thoughts.

"Maybe i do need to move to another city...or maybe just anti-blackrock my house..."

You mumble since you did not want to get your head chopped off... and also did they just walk all the way here to playground-

[revelboo]

Megatron be liking Reader biting him, glad Reader is fighting back now, having 3 huge alien robot husbands must be exhausting, all having drama going on pretty sure their the talk in the cons cafeteria (if they even have one)

🤣 They have a rec room, and speculation on whatever’s going on with the Meg’s weird warnings along with Soundwave and Starscream’s current beef is their favorite subject

Everything Is Alright Pt 148

Starscream x Reader, Soundwave x Reader, Megatron x Reader

• That little lick of pain heats his lines, driving him crazy. Those blunt teeth of yours sinking into his lip hard enough to make him bleed energon and it’s a delicious thrill, your anger so addictive. Do you ever let the other two see this side of you? Bets you don’t, bets you hide it from them, acting soft and docile. Likes that thought, that this is only for him. Your head lifts, lip smeared with energon and his mouth crashes back against yours, not letting you get away as his hips pump against you.

• Nails digging into the mesh of his neck as his mouth slides against yours, tasting the burn of energon on your tongue. Not showing him away, but pulling him closer. Gasping against him when he tugs one of your thighs up, allowing him to go a little deeper, shifting his angle until you’re coming apart again with a ragged cry. Feel him shudder against you, excess slicking your thighs as his lips brush your cheek. “I’m not,” you begin, trying to catch your breath as he presses a kiss against the corner of your mouth, the tender gesture making you even angrier. “I’m not going to be a damn toy.”

• Laughing at your angry tone, he hooks his hips to make you gasp and shove at him. “No, you aren’t, are you,” he growls, the words not really a question as he cups your cheek. After the Autobots are defeated, after he’s rooted out all treachery, you’ll have a place at his side. Feared and respected. But for now? You’re much too vulnerable and have to be protected. Lifting up off of you, his spike slips free, leaving a damp trail against your thigh as he sits back on his legs to admire you. The way you look sprawled on your back, breathing still ragged, face flushed and angry. Beautiful with his slick on your thighs, in you. Stiffening at a soft rap at his door, he leans to slide a servo over your cheek and smiles when you smack his hand away, seeing your expression grow pinched and knowing you just hurt your hand even if you won’t admit it.

• Baring his denta at Shockwave’s blank stare, Starscream flares his wings further. Ignoring Soundwave sliding between him and Megatron’s door to knock then disappearing inside even as annoyance lifts through him. Because you’re his. You were his first. But he’s not willing to turn his back on the scientist and the threat he poses. Wondering what exactly Shockwave is remembering that’s making him fixate on you. What memories you’re triggering and why.

• Turning his head respectfully as Megatron wipes down his spike and hides it away, before turning his attention on you, Soundwave vents. Has no idea what happened between you two aside from interfacing, but you’re angry and Megatron is far too amused. Provoking you deliberately? Crossing to you, he produces a cloth from subspace and reaches for you, only for Megatron to grab you by an ankle and tug you to him, using the cloth he’d cleaned himself with to clean you as you swear at him. Making him certain the warlord has been antagonizing you again. Like a sparkling with a favorite toy. Watching you kick Megatron in the jaw with an angry shriek, he doesn’t bother to interfere. Not when their leader is grinning in delight. Enjoying making you angry on purpose.

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[smashy-headcanons]

What are the bosses doing after their story modes concluded?

I'm presuming that they're still alive except for Tabuu, Galeem, and Dharkon

Galleom had the most explicit boss death in Brawl and yet he still returned

Petey Piranha, Ridley, and Dracula returned to their usual villain crimes, Marx continued to be a mischievous yet not hostile clown back in Dreamland, and Porky... well, from what little I know of Mother 3's story, he kinda locked himself in an orb for eternity.

Giga Bowser, being a Smash-exclusive transformation of Bowser, doesn't get used outside of Bowser's final smash or a classic mode boss. Even if he could use it on command (it's an involuntary transformation, with the exception of a Final Smash), he's found no way to use it outside of the Smash Bros. universe. Plus, that much energy tends to tire him out when he transforms back.

Ganon is kinda similar, except for the fact that it has an origin from Ocarina of Time.

Rayquaza just kinda returned to its territory to nap and recover. It was never actually evil, it was just cranky at Fox and Diddy for intruding on its territory. It ended up being recruited as a stage hazard later on like Ridley did.

Giant Donkey Kong was simply, well, a giant Donkey Kong CPU, and didn't get used after Smash 64.

Unlike Giant Donkey Kong, Metal Mario would end up getting involved with other competitive events in the Mario universe, such as racing or sports. After Melee, he wouldn't return to a Smash game until Bowser's classic mode in Ultimate.

Galleom, having a Subspace Bomb in its head, could be an invention of the Isle of Ancients (who Tabuu depended on to create the Subspace Bombs), so it's possible that the Galleom in Ultimate is a different one than in Brawl. Either that, or the deactivated/broken remains of the original were discovered after the events of SSE and got repaired. Either way, Galleom was repurposed to no longer be loyal to Tabuu/the Subspace Army and instead is loyal to R.O.B.. It got controlled by Galeem for a while during World of Light, but it got reverted to normal like everyone else.

It's entirely possible that Duon was never actually constructed beyond concepts/blueprints for a robot. Duon is formed from Shadow Bugs when it's fought, which disperse and reveal Mr. Game & Watch once defeated. While it doesn't exist as anything but a spirit currently, it could potentially be built for real if R.O.B. still has the blueprints for it.

Tabuu was returned to Subspace after WoL, still weakened and wingless after his defeat in SSE.

Master Hand is in therapy for his various Issues after the Master Core business is taken care of.

The Rathalos in World of Light kinda exploded and became a spirit after being defeated, so the Hands found a new one to serve as the boss in classic mode and the assist trophy.

Galeem & Dharkon's bodies were completely destroyed, and the two only exist as spirits now.

[maggotbrainzzzz]

Do tell about your ocs

WELL- I have.. many oc stories.

The main one I’m focusing on rn is Trip N’ Fall-

I explained a good amount of it in this post (post linked) but to summarise it..

Trip N Fall is a Roblox oc universe I have.

The main 3 (Kel, Dupe and Vern) are currently on the run from an inter-dimensional authority known as the IDTP. They’re currently being hunted because of their use of Subspace Tripmines and because they’re now associated with Harvey (their ‘boss’).

There are other side characters (like Meddle, Rose, Richard, Nameless, ect..)

Uhh,, there’s way too much to unpack with the IDTP but the main thing is that there are 3 head officers (from left to right in the image below their names are DJ, DR and IT) and they have two assistants (a robot and the silly shadow guy with a mask)

That’s Trip N Fall VERY simplified but.. YAHOO!!!

If u have any questions or anything- PLS ASK!! I love answering questions and asks about my OCs..

I’m making a strawpage for Trip N’ Fall so this info is easier to get..

[vinestaffery]

HAIIII Since ur request is open, i wanna ask for subspace x gn human reader!! I want it to be scenario please🙏 The plot is uhmm the reader just wandering aimlessly in Phighting wondering where the hell they are and they met subspace and then its up to you, thank youu..

HIHI!! OFC!!! I might actually change the 3 request thing because now it just overall motivates me. I will also be using my fan-faction, specifically since I have major lore for it. Anyways, enjoy!! Thank you for requesting <3

SUBSPACE X READER

Your lost from your faction, but what happens when you see a certain pink scientist not too far away?

When you first escaped your faction, it was entirely out of pure fear. You had no real exposure to the actual world from the outside.

So, aimlessly, you walked. You walked every street, checked every corner that you could reside in, and continued on. 

That was until you caught the light of a certain demon from afar. 

Subspace!!!!

You had no clue who he was, but he seemed to have caught your attention, especially with your unique sense of clothing. 

“Oh my!!” and he rushed up to you. You had no clue what was going to happen, but you prepared yourself for any collision of harm.

Seeing his strange sense of fashion choices, he stopped when he saw you were armed. 

But who is that to stop the Great and Powerful Subspace?

“Who are you?”

“I would be asking the same thing!”

You didn’t take kindly to his games, but you knew very well that he would be a great person for guidance. Especially with the fact that he seemed to know the area.

“I asked first!” 

“And I asked second... Now, who are you?” 

You couldn’t help but question yourself about whether you trusted them, but you were all for it.

“I am... but I am not from this place. Where am I?”

He couldn’t help but be confused. How could you not know where you were from?

“Well then…!!! Interesting, I am Subspace T. Mine, the prime head scientist of the greatest faction, Blackrock's robotics division!” 

You couldn’t help but be somewhat fascinated. You were meeting someone as great as your gods from your faction?

“Really?”

“Mhm!” 

Seeing him rather than a stranger, you grew closer to him each time you spoke.

He was a bit sketchy, but he didn’t seem to care as you grew more interested and kept questioning him and his responsibilities!

The pink-horned demon stared into your eyes, staring at you with fascination and pure joy. You were asking him things others would refuse! Delving deeper into the conversation with him, you couldn't shake off the feeling of excitement and caution.

His position held a certain allure, but his sketch demanor raised some red flags, especially his giant scar. Despite the uncertainty, you found yourself drawn to him, eager to learn more about his work and the faction he represented. He stared down; his gaze remained fixed on the interaction, torn between trust and suspicion.

"Well, of course! Blackrock only represents it's finest and strongest soldiers, like me!" "Wow! Mine does the exact same; we represent them with pride, and they defend us from dangers in the oceans!" That caught his attention. The oceans? It was such a curious wonder, and it made him even more intrigued by who you were and where you came from. He couldn't wait to hear more about our shared connection between you and the sea and what part these soldiers had.

"Maybe you could explain further more about these... soldiers?" You looked up at him with curiosity and wonder. "Sure! I mean, you aren't a threat; we could be friends! My first ever friend to meet in the outside world!"

That surely made him happier, as a smirk rose on his face. "Rightfully so."

[contronym-colours]

It's fusion time!

I welcome you to Motorcycle and T.Lunchbox

Respectively a Boombox/Skateboard fusion and a Subspace/Medkit fusion fusion

With comic because I couldn't forget the fact that the crystals are basically glass shards and bombs inside the food due to the fused crystals being... Crystals. I'd always thought a sub-med fusion would be like tf2medic "Ze healing Iz not as rewarding as ze hurting"

Motorcycle uses the body crippler to the best of his abilities, definitely knockback on that boxy brick. Just imagine the bike has an auto-drive when he's not on it or he's really strong to haul that mf around. Oof that shirt is gonna get shredded if he gets into a crash.

These two dudes got unique eye shapes that is not due to being part robotic or whole head visor, Whoa.