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[jellymind]

Conjunx Gifts

So, while reading MTMTE and the scene where Tailgate gets inner most Energon from Cyclonus, it got me thinking....

What if, because Energon is dangerous to humans, but the act of giving inner most Energon is seen as very romantic, the bots find a workaround.

Introducing the glow sticks!

Really it's just tubes, but man would I prefer to call it that. Anyway, the idea is simple and both the humans and bots get what they want. It's like a wedding ring for the humans and the bots get to give their love a gift. Furthering this idea, all of the tubes are hand made and designed differently to reflect the bot who gifted it.

Rodimus for example, makes his have flame etchings that are like his plating.

Drift's has old hymns in Cybertonian, and while you might not be able to read them, the meaning is still the same, because he picked ones about devotion and love.

Even wilder ones, Brainstorm, design theirs with features. Brainstorm makes his like his early warning alarm so that his human can get to safety when it gets crazy.

Tarn puts a message in his that will kill any Cybertonians that get close to the his human when activated.

Soundwave's plays music.

Just to list a few ideas.

And to add on, it's fashionable for the humans! They can be created to be worn like necklaces, or designed to be a belt, or even a ear ring. A reflection of both partners and a show of devotion and love all wrapped into a glow stick!

[jellymind]

Caged

You fall into Tarn’s hand without rhyme or reason and swiftly caged. Better than the alternative when the DJD first got their claws on you, tossing ideas around about the best way to kill an organic. It was terrifying what they came up with.

But then Tarn, their leader, got a brilliant idea, to use you as bait. Because any Autobot, or member on that cursed Lost Light ship, worth their badge would fall over themselves to save a weak, defenseless, organic. And he wanted to lure them out, kill them, taunt them with you right before them as he tore them limb from limb.

That’s how you ended up in the cage which strangely resembles a bird cage on Earth. Tossed into the middle of battles as the same group of bots throw themselves at the DJD in an attempt at rescue. But dangling from Tarn’s hand, face tilted down to stare you down, red eyes gleaming in delight, it’s all fruitless.

Each time the Autobots fall back, a piece of hope shreds itself in your chest. Then you're back in Tarn’s room, hung up as he puts on music and begins to work. No comfort, no safety, just him and you and the same songs on repeat.

And maybe that’s why you start to notice his ticks, start to grow attached, because none of the other DJD are allowed into his private quarters unless to get an order. With only Tarn as company, maybe that’s why you start to mumble out songs you remember from Earth, or tell him that he forgot to recharge or eat those strange glowing cubes.

And maybe that kinship is not one sided either.

Suddenly the music he plays is softer, still alien to you, but clearly a different genre from his usual picks. Maybe it’s why he starts to lower the volume when you decide to sing, helm tipped back and listening instead of working. Maybe it explains the pillows and blankets he starts to layer on the bottom of your cage, and it takes an hour to set up a swing for entertainment.

Though he denies it, says it so you stop mumbling in his ear or die before he can get his revenge.

He even begins to take his mask off around you, scarred face never meeting your own, but still tipped enough that you can see it. Not outright vulnerable, but still there.

The next battle you’re brought to is the worst one yet. The Autobots are aggressive, pulling out everything to stop the DJD. You swing in the cage, watching the gunfire as Tarn circles the field like a scavenger waiting for the right time to strike. He taunts from above, jingling the cage and it catches the attention of the red one, Rodimus you think.

His plating glows as he launches himself forward. Hand outreached he actually makes contact with your cage, metal bars bending and smoke wafting from between fingers before a swift kick from Tarn has him tumbling back.

Too late you notice the change in your captor, too late as the cage suddenly plummets. You hit the side as it lands, a snap from inside yourself warning that something is broken. You’re broken as your vision spins and pain floods up your arm.

But your eyes are on Tarn, who abandons you, throwing himself at the autobot with a savage snarl. Clawed hands gorging at the red plating, breaking apart anything he can get his hands on.

You faint before you see the end.

Waking up back in the DJD ship, arm wrapped and in a sling, you sit up in the nest of blankets. There, pacing the space, is Tarn. He’s snarling and grabbing at his mask, tossing anything that isn’t bolted down across the room. But never straying too close to your hanging prison.

And when his wild, red eyes land on you, he stomps over, grabbing at the bars and leaning against it like you can fix whatever is going on inside his head.

He takes off the mask, face drawn and eyes revealed to be as close to watery as a robot can get. And maybe that’s when you realize he is also caged.

Caged in his own mind, caged in this ship, caged by the music he plays on repeat. Caged by a leader who molded him and left him after the fact.

Caged now by the organic he lets hang in his room like a prized bird.

He vents raggedly, opening the door to your cage, hand outstretched to you. You step into it without hesitation. He brings you to his scarred face, rumbling softly.

The next words out are both a threat and promise. “You can’t leave me.”

[jellymind]

Rung Shenanigans

(Y/n) in the middle of an argument with another bot: "I might as well fuck Primus himself! Then you'd have to listen to me."

Rung in the same room: "Could you at least take me to dinner first?"

[jellymind]

Image, girl-dad Shockwave. That’s all.

[jellymind]

Open to Requests!

I’m opening my blog to requests. Here are some shows and series that I am willing to write for:

Transformers (Mainly MTMTE, Transformers One, Transformers Prime, and Robots in Disguise 2015 as they are the only ones I’ve completed as of right now)

Metal Cardbot

Bungo Stray Dogs

The Case Study of Vanitas

Moriarty the Patriot

More to be added in the future

What I will write:

Headcanons

Short drabbles

Short stories

Yandere

Smut

What I will not write:

Non-con

Incest

Pedophilia

I will update this as needed in the future.

[jellymind]

Merformer! Soundwave

My person thoughts and headcannons for this fish version of Soundwave are downright hilarious.

So, going back to the world building in my head about how merformers work, I totally believe that the main reason why they are trying to woo humans in the first place is because the biodiversity is dying amongst the merformers. And it’s all because of Soundwave.

He has so many kids, that when you look up all the mini bots he has G1 specifically stops counting after like 30. So, merformer Soundwave basically destroyed the biodiversity in his species because he couldn’t keep it in his pants.

And don’t think he’s done with just the ocean, cause once everyone wants a human he follows and you might as well take his dick away before he tries to get you with young.

[jellymind]

Sound of Music Tarn x Reader

Who knew one somewhat underhanded comment towards your manager would get you killed?

You sure didn’t when you made the comment! Now stalking down the low lit hallways in a purple, khaki t-shirt. A staple of the work uniform in this marine center, specifically those working with the dangerous fish hosted here for recovery. 

Yeah, death was knocking on the door and you weren’t ready to go. 

Huffing, you reach up to fiddle with the headphones around your neck, the pressure from it the only thing grounding you in this place at the moment. And the urge to put them on becomes stronger yet as you pass a group of co-workers all dressed in red t-shirts instead. They cast you a glance, eyes widening before darting their gazes away again. No words spoken, but the air suddenly feels heavy with pity. 

Further in you go, practically sprinting to get out of sight. Taking corners faster than necessary, until finally you reach the split path that leads to the mers held deeper in this place. Yeah, normal fish weren’t the only ones being kept, but straight up creatures of myths. And half of them would take off a hand just for sport. 

Each side looks the same in appearance, but the tiles are where they differ. One, the right path, goes from the deep blue of the normal marine center’s path to a soothing red. The sign of the kinder mers, the ones that can actually be interacted without fear of sudden ill intent. The other path, the one you have now been reassigned to, goes to a foreboding purple, darkening the hallway beyond. 

You take the purple path, sucking in a breath as the space constricts around you. This space was not built for comfort, instead to warn or scare away any that weren’t forced to work down this wing. 

Doors start to line the walls, each with name plates and the mers nicknames on display in neat golden script. Megatron, Soundwave, Shockwave, Starscream, you continue past each door without pause. None of them the ones you were assigned too. 

It takes a while, having to go down another length of a hall that spindles off the main shoot of purple-code mers. These doors are also marked with red, the color vibrant and closer to that of blood than the red from before. The engravings have scratched off paint where nails have dug in, both human and non-human intermingling. 

The names pass by, Overlord, Galvatron, and even more that you begin to ignore. Thoughts flying to when co-workers would whisper about the newest injury from these fearsome beasts. 

“They’re killers! I swear it!” 

“Did you know they leave the dead in there with them? Management thinks it keeps them sated for when the professionals enter.” 

“I heard the last person assigned there lost an arm.” 

You shake your head as you stop before a door. This one no different from the others but important to you. The new mer assigned to you just beyond. Tarn, the nameplate reads. And he has the worst track record among the ones stationed here. 

Blood thirsty, constantly breaking out of the room and tank, always looking for the latest victim. And now your job to clean his tank, feed him, and make sure he’s properly enriched. 

“Let’s get this over with.” You mutter under your breath. Bringing up your headphones, you click open your phone and begin to play the instrumental melody that will lead to your death. 

Violins sing away as you swing the door open, a trumpet almost making you jump as you sweep a glance over the still water inside. The tank is oddly empty of an eager predator ready to kill, not even a ripple. 

Maybe the mer doesn’t know you’re here. All the better to work fast and get out even faster.

Biting at your lip, you step in, looking along the wall for any of the cleaning supplies that your manager swore would be there, ready for use. A mop, a bucket, and an unlabeled bottle of cleaner is all you catch sight of, and it’s thrown to the ground in a rush.

You sigh, but head deeper in, the rise of tubas following you as the heavily padded door slams shut. Grabbing the mop after filling the bucket to the point suds are sloshing out the side, you get to work. 

There’s a surprising lack of stains around the tank, nothing that outwardly hints at what has gone down in this room in the past. Only dried stains that are more brown than red and could have been anything at the point of spill. 

You turn the music up, blasting the return of the violins into your ears. It’s at the same time you see movement at the corner of your eye. 

Turning fast, you face the tank where you thought the movement came from, nothing. Sweat starts to pucker your forehead, and the hairs on the back of your neck start to stand up. A warning, or maybe a feeling, of being watched invade. 

You turn away, dunking the mop in the bucket. 

A splash cuts through the music. 

You whirl around and freeze. 

This time, a fin has broken through the water. It bobs on the surface, taunting and horrifying as you realize Tarn knows you’re here. You can’t leave though, even if the prey brain in you is beginning to awaken and wants to run as far as they can from the room and whatever is lurking below the waves. 

Work fast, get out faster. 

Stiff limbed, you switch to a crab sort of walk. A way to keep your face to the water and mopping the place without getting caught. It doesn’t matter though as the fin begins to move, closing in on the lip of the tank. 

You suddenly hate the crescendo in your ears from the music. 

Just as it reaches the peak, all hell breaks loose. An explosion of water, a huge figure beaching itself inches from your face. A scream at the tip of your tongue, but it never leaves as red eyes meet your own. 

Tarn.

There’s a crooning, deep and full-body that comes from the creature. It backs off, and as it does you catch sight of it more than just the eyes. Bulky shoulders, scars criss-crossing the body all the way down to the tail, purple and black scales, and the claws at the tips of its webbed fingers. 

Another croon has you looking back to the red eyes, which you notice are behind a strange, watery mask of some sort. They blink, you follow, heart pounding away in your chest. 

Then a hand lifts, one claw stretching out. 

This is it, death on one finger. 

Instead there is another call, this one a coo of sorts followed by a click. It touches your headphones. 

“Huh?” Is all you can think, and apparently squeak out. 

Another coo. Another poke to the head.

Reaching up, you pop off the headphones, mop dropping to the ground. “My headphones?” Music is still blasting away, a lull of soft instruments. “Or, uh, the music?” 

Tarn nods, red eyes squinting in what you think is joy. 

An idea hits, and you rush to turn off your headphones. The drop of music does seem to startle the mer, who starts to growl at you and as you rush for the phone in your pocket you call out, “Give me a minute!” 

Swiping up, you hit play in a rush, turning the noise all the way up. Instruments hit the air in a rush, their pattern swirling and calming if not for the fact a dangerous mer is standing before you. 

But that still seems to be enough, as he begins to sway, lowering himself to lay out on the deck with a coo. And suddenly you think there may be a way through this assignment. As long as he continues to enjoy the music that is. 

[jellymind]

Merformer Tarn

I don’t see a lot of Tarn on here and honestly that’s a shame. So let me change that!

Merformer Tarn, he’s….messy at best, scary at worst. It took a while to pin down what I think he’d be, but I have two solid choices.

The first is a Lancetfish, known as the cannibal fish! And the reason is simple, in the comics he has an addiction to t-cogs going as far as forcing Pharma to kill patients so that he can get a steady supply. Now, since t-cogs are natural parts of the transformers, many continuities going on about how they can’t be replaced very easily, it can be seen at an angle as cannibalism in a sense. So Lancetfish! Tarn who hunts other Merformers for the kick and feast after killing them.

The other choice is the Orca. Yeah, I know, boring, or is it? Orca’s hunt basically anything and don’t care who it is as long as there is food by the end of the hunt. Smart, hunting in packs, and willing to gang up on even whales twice their size, it fits Tarn. He hunts down Decepticons for a living, even hunting down Megatron at one point. So Orca fits him well in my opinion.

But let’s just say the human stuck with him isn’t gonna have fun either way.

I would love to hear some other takes on what he could be!

[jellymind]

Merformer Au Ideas

Okay, um, I just had to throw this out here for all Merformer lovers, but we all agree that Optimus Prime is a whale of some sort. Not necessarily aggressive but can be. Big, beautiful guy that protects that ocean and all that.

But let me raise you the idea of Manatee! Orion Pax.

Before, and this is thrown in with a little magic, he became Optimus Prime, he was a manatee. Curious by nature, drifting through life on a whim of adventure. He loves coming to harbors and investigating the surface world, can't get enough of it! Even thinks that bonding with the humans above could improve the ocean's current state. Which is where the reader comes in later.

Anyway, he's sweet, curious and overall just vibing, then he gets chosen by the original Primes, and boom! He's a whale!