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New fangame a friend is working on :) if you're interested in sonic, here's a oc-fan game in development!

Hello and welcome to the Dev blog for HatSR!

What is HatSR?

Heat and the Secret Rings is a fangame heavily based on Sonic and the Secret Rings for the Wii. It is made from the ground up in the Unity Engine and is currently very, very, very early in development. The idea is to give Secret Rings the love it deserves while also providing players with a different yet harder experience!

Who is Heat?

Heat is StrawberryBlueberryPies', the creator of this project and writer of this post, OC. OC stands for Original Character, though in this instance the term Fan Character would be more fitting. She's the fourth member of the Babylon Rogues and is about to go on an otherworldly quest inside the Arabian Nights!

Why Sonic and the Secret Rings?

It's my favorite Sonic game and I really like the setting and villain! So much so he's heavily involved in the plot for this adventure!

Why make a fangame?

Thought it'd be cool! Plus I think it's so sweet for Heat to star in a big project like this!

Artwork/poster for the game

How far is the game's development?

As of June 2025... very early. I began development recently, learning to use Unity along the way. As of writing this, the basic game movement and camera is being worked on and perfected before a test level is made to test the feel of gameplay.

What do you have to show for the game right now?

As of writing this, an 80% complete Game Design Doc with most features set in stone (really all that's left is the inclusion of dialogue), the scope is set, and though it looks rough and the mechanics need polishing/bug fixes, the movement is functional. Plus I have a few assets I made to later add to the game and I can always make art for it.

What do you mean by "basic movement"?

It means the first 8 skills of SatSR + left, right and backwards controls. Mind you the code is focusing on keyboard controls during these initial testing phases, but controller support is planned!

Will you show videos on the game's progress?

That is my intent once the project takes on a prettier appearance. Right now basic shapes are being used to test out the code so it looks very bad...

Necklace asset/artwork

Can I ask about stuff?

Absolutely! Feel free to do so! I love seeing people interested!

Do you need help? Can I volunteer?

Yes :') All I ask is for all volunteers to be above 18 years old. You can send an ask first or DM this account if your interest in this project is enough for you to volunteer. Sadly I don't have money currently, but if interest in this project carries over to my commissions I may start compensating those that help with the project! But please keep in mind I can't make a crowdfunding campaign for it...

Thank you so much for taking the time to read this! I hope this was a good introduction to the project! See you soon!

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CLIFF HANGER WAS DIABOLICAL TO THE LAST WORK

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omg, I didn't realize you were away for some time. I apologize for not realizing, how have you been?❤️

No need to apologize!! Things have been pretty hectic with university and getting finals done but I finished strong!

I'm more active now that I don't have to worry about projects and what not. How have you been? Good, I hope :D

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IVE BEEN WAITINGGG FOR REQS TO OPEN FOR W LONGGG TIMEEEE!!! I LOVE YOUR WORKS SOOO MUCHHHHH!!!

beggginggg for a part 3 of the megatrons sparkling reader in tfone!!!! Like we know theyre around prolly a preteen or teen sparkling at best, but megatron and optimus’ fallout lowk seemed like a divorce LMAOO. Like its gotta be some sort of parental/sire trauma with both of their sire at war with the other, idk its just the way the last part of sparkling reader with megatron and optimus reaction had me INVESTEDDDDD.

Pairing: Megatron & gn!Reader Rating: SFW Summary: Continuation of Wild Child. Warnings/Tags: Mild descriptions of violence, teen being angsty again, bittersweet, some fluff if you want to consider it that. Word Count: 2700+ words

It had been an entire cycle since that night. Prime had made it clear that he didn't want you involved with the war in any shape or form if he could help it. That did not mean you would refuse an opportunity to help if it came. Under the watchful eyes of your guardians, you never chased after trouble and trouble never came to you. Yet, the moment darkness covered Iacon, you were out and about learning everything you can from listening in on bar conversations, whispers on the streets, and anything you could absorb while the sun remained under the horizon. It wasn't much at times but when you heard stories of Prime's encounters with the leader of the Decepticons, you did not know whether to be proud or angry. On one servo, defeating the Decepticons meant saving lots of lives and Cybertron, but on the other the defeat of a bot you once saw as a bot who'd do anything to keep you safe was a complicated situation to mull over. 

Slipping inside of your berthroom, you closed the window and pressed your helm against the glass. Your optics dimmed as the first rays of sunlight broke through the reconstructed buildings, the bright yellows and pinks scattered across the sky and merging with the lingering hues of the night was a sight you'd never get tired of. Stepping away from the glass you backed away from the window and approached your berth, slipping inside and closing your optics for some much needed rest. The doors to your room slid open with gusto as a bright yellow mech skipped inside. 

"Are you ready for the craziest, scariest, funniest, and passion filled day of your life?!" Bumblebee exclaimed with wild servo gestures as he bounced over to your berth. He raised his knuckles to your forehelm and watched with growing enthusiasm as your optics came to life. You blinked a few times, compelling a smile that drained whatever bit of energy you had left, and nodded. 

"Great! Let's go or we'll be late for your first scouting mission with…yours truly!" Bumblebee's animated movement didn't stop there as he snatched your wrist and yanked you out of your room and into the cold hallway. 

"That's today?" You muttered as your pedes scraped against the floor in an attempt to keep up with Bumblebee's pace. As you grew, Optimus had to keep his promise of letting you learn and train to be a part of the war. It would be impossible to expect you not to learn some things in case of emergencies. With how dire the condition of the battles are becoming, it would be stupid to refuse to train you to defend yourself because of his own fears of ruining you. 

"Yep! I stayed up all night preparing where we would go, what to look out for, oh-! I even…have flashcards…that I forgot to bring…scrap."

You laughed and continued following the black and yellow bot outside. 

 

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The two of you made your way out of Iacon and its barriers. Large strongholds built due to recent Decepticon troops attempting to sneak inside, thankfully not much damage was done when the first few attacks on Iacon happened in the last cycle. 

"Watch your step, it's a bit slippery here." Bumblebee carefully stepped over a cracked platform and the two of you descended from the barely visible path down from the stronghold and onto the ground outside Iacon. You held onto the pieces of metal jutting out from the wall of the thick structure, using them to assist your way down. 

"How does anyone get out of Iacon easily? This feels so…"

"Annoying? Yeah, well, a lot of bots complained about that and during construction there was another way to leave through-" Bumblebee sucked a large amount of air in and tensed. You also stilled and watched as the scout fumbled over his words.  "-...uhh, anyway, hey look at that plant!" 

You stared at Bumblebee for a few more seconds before tearing your gaze away and looking at the direction he pointed in. Your expression twisted in confusion as you stared at…absolutely nothing. The landscape was barren as it was depressing, the only sign of life was the large cracks in the ground and burnt remains of what could only be fights that happened between the factions over the years. 

"...Yeah…what a pretty flower."

"Exactly! Now follow me!"

After a couple of breems, the pair of cybertronians arrived at their destination, a rock. The last bits of excitement you held onto were gone as you crouched behind the large rock with Bumblebee peeking around it. 

"What…is this?"

"Shh."

"I thought you said this was going to be-"

"Shhhh." 

"-Bee! I'm not sitting behind a rock for who knows how long-!" You raised your voice and were stunned when Bee whipped around and grabbed your face. His sudden action caught you off guard as you were pulled to his side and roughly guided by his  servo to look around the rock. Awkwardly on all fours and forced to lay low, you were spewing muffled curses behind the yellow bot's servo until the expression etched onto  his faceplate subdued your anger. Your optics flicked over to the edge of the rock and leaned out of Bee's loosening grip to focus on what made him so serious all of a sudden. Soon, your expression also mirrored Bumblebee's. 

Just a few feet away from your hiding spot looking out from below, all three of Megatron's top confidants were outside of their base. However, they weren't alone. They were accompanied by a group of…of…you didn't know what those things were, but they were large, pointy, and had sharp claws that looked able to rip through multiple cybertronians in one swing.  

"I can't believe it…they actually managed to..." Bumblebee trailed off. You turned your helm to look at Bee. Whatever stupor he was in broke as he turned to look at you, brows knitted together as the corners of his dermas were pulled downward. "We need to go and inform Optimus about them."

"What? Now?" Your wrist was grabbed once more but this time you broke free from Bumblebee's grip and stayed by the rock. "We just got here, we should wait and see if there's anything else we're missing."

Bumblebee closed his optics and took a moment to collect his thoughts before placing both servos on your shoulder pads, "Look, I know you want to help but you don't know those things  like I do, we need to leave before we're spotted. As scouts, we don't engage, we watch, we learn, we leave and I'm telling you we're leaving now."

"No."

"No?" Bumblebee paused mid-turn and stared at you with wide optics. "Wha-ha…what do you mean no? Young bot you have to-"

"I'm not leaving, you're not that much older than me anyway! We can't leave, not when we don't even know what those things are doing with the 'cons, what even are those guys?" 

"Sharp teeth, bad attitude, now let's go!" Bumblebee whisper-yelled. He didn't wait for you to refuse and turned around to begin the trek back to Iacon, but after a few nanokliks he looked over his shoulder pad and nearly offlined on the spot seeing you not following him, but even sneaking closer to the Decepticon base. Bumblebee yelled your name through gritted dentas and quickly pivoted on his heel to chase after you. You managed to create some distance between you and the yellow scout, but as you approached the group you paused when you felt another pair of optics on your form. Slowly turning around, you found many pairs of optics with a maw of sharp teeth and drool dripping from its mandibles, which a droplet of its saliva landed on your helm.

"...ah….hey?" 

"SCRIEEEEEE!" 

You screamed as you were grabbed by your pede and dragged over to the 'cons and other beasts who appeared startled at the noise released from one of their own. You were dangling in the air in one moment before being thrown at the pedes of Starscream, Soundwave, and Shockwave. Just as you were about to raise your helm, something heavy came crashing down and forced your faceplate to kiss the dirt. You grunted and blinked away the dust from your optics, as the dust settled from the corner of your optic that wasn't forced against the ground you could see the silhouette of Bumblebee's form retreat from the scene, not heading towards you, but running away. A twinge of pain twisted in your spark at the scene before your attention was forcibly directed to the seeker that crouched in front of you. 

"Well, well, well, another one of those Autobots' vermin sneaking around in places they shouldn't be…oh? Aren't you the Prime's brat?" Starscream muse as he waved off the beast's pede from your almost crushed helm and grabbed you by your chin. "Looks like we not only gained an upper hand but a bargaining chip as well, wouldn't you two agree?"

You glared at the seeker and struggled to pull yourself from his iron-grip. He seemed to enjoy watching you struggle until his grip on your chin moved to your throat, causing you to thrash even more as black spots entered your vision. Your servos shot up to attack but Starscream must've figured you'd try that and punched you square in the jaw with his other servo.

The brunt force of the punch stunned you enough to not resist, causing your descent into unconsciousness to accelerate. The seeker continued to squeeze until the young bot's movement came to a pathetic halt. He stood with the young bot hanging from his servo, glancing at his companions with an arched brow. The other two mechs glanced at each other before Shockwave responded with, "You can take them elsewhere while we deal with our…guests."

"With pleasure," Starscream crooned before leaving the scene with their new addition. 

 

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By the time you managed to wake up, you found yourself alone in a room with nothing but chains wrapped around your limbs to keep you company. You faintly recall moments of waking up a few times, but the fuzzy memories and pain from the dent prevented you from remembering what happened after you were punched. Where are you? How long were you out for?

Tugging and biting at your restraints did nothing, screaming seemed pointless when you didn't sense another soul within the vicinity and even if there was some 'con listening in, they wouldn't be foolish enough to entertain your threats. Slumping against the wall, you bumped the back of your helm and hissed as the dull ache from your injury reminded you of what happened. 

"Bee…" You mumbled as your knees came up to your chassis and you attempted with what little movement you had to wrap your arms around them. He left without even trying to save you, granted he did warn you not to engage further than he permitted and you…you disobeyed. What else would you expect from not listening to the experts orders? Still, it did not sit right with you to just…leave at that very moment. Something wasn't right and there was still a lot of information Bee was missing out on if the two of you left right then and there. Your optics flickered as you recalled the scene of Bumblebee leaving you at the mercy of the 'cons. At the very least you would've expected him to try and help you get away. This feeling felt wrong to have, but that didn't mean you couldn't stop trying to justify feeling this way. Betrayed. Is this what Prime felt when your sire turned against him? Or, was this a feeling that your sire had when Prime wanted to grant that dictator mercy instead of everything he deserved and more?

The whine of a heavy door opening caused you to straighten up. In the doorway stood a 'con that looked eerily similar to your sire but you could tell right away it wasn't him. Before you could question them, they approached you and grabbed the chains tied to you and undid them. The relief on your wrists did not last long as you were cuffed and pulled by the larger bot out of the room. You kept quiet this time around and observed, attempting to memorize the hallways and corridors. You were so absorbed with looking around that you did not notice the large 'con stopping. 

It wasn't until you were pulled in front of them did you stop to pay attention. You stumbled forward and glared at the 'con before freezing. Standing in the middle of what appeared to be a throne room stood the bot you wanted to see the most and the one you wanted to run away from at the same time. He looked older than the last time you've seen him, aged with scratches and less shinier than the mech who left you with the Prime all those cycles ago. However, those bright red optics were familiar and brought forth feelings you wanted to keep tucked away. Safety, warmth, comforting.

"Welcome home, little one." Megatron's expression neither softened or hardened as the soldier approached with you still cuffed. Megatron's gaze switched over to the soldier and without another word, the soldier bowed and left the room with the doors closing behind them. You were glued to the spot, still staring at the mech who took only two steps to reach you. You backed away but were grabbed by the cuffs and squeezed your optics shut. 

Click. 

"..."

"There." His voice and touch were too close for comfort, but you found yourself leaning towards the heat generated off his form, it didn't help that his servo found its way to your helm and paused when grazing the dent in the back. You flinched and blinked your optics open to the sight of a frowning Megatron. 

"Don't worry, they won't treat you roughly anymore." Megatron spoke up after a long stretch of silence and gave your form a good look. "You've…grown." 

"Yeah, without you." You snapped back before you could hold it in. Instead of a disapproving stare or harsher words, you were met with laughter. Granted, it was more like chuffing from an old generator, but still…it wasn't what you thought you'd hear. 

"Well…you and I won't be separated ever again." Megatron fell onto one knee to maintain optic contact with you. He pulled you in close and wrapped his arms around you, engulfing you in an embrace firm yet gentle. You didn't move an inch and only relaxed after hearing the soft repeat of his promise in your audials, "Never again." 

You were speechless, utterly speechless. After all this time, now he wanted to play happy family? After leaving you? Abandoning you and not once trying to get you back? But, he still wanted you…didn't he?

 "Keep the liability with you, I don't have room for any weaknesses. Not anymore."

You found enough strength to push yourself out of the silver mechs hug. Creating enough distance between the two of you as you pointed a digit at his face, "I'm not fragging naive to believe you're telling the truth, you don't want me, you want what I can provide and that's bein' a tool to get Prime to agree to whatever demands you have, aren't I?"

Megatron's face contorted at the mentioning of Optimus, he moved to stand at his full height and stormed over to you. Your faceplate morphed into fear as he reached for you and you dodged his servo. That didn't stop him from attempting to grab you again while he hissed, "If that's what you want to believe, then fine, but I still want you here with me. Not with them."

"And if I don't want to?" You shot back and stopped backpedaling. Megatron also stopped and stared at you, tilting his helm as the corner of his intake twitched upward. 

"You'd rather return to the ones who left you here? I heard the scout left without even trying to rescue you." 

"He's just getting reinforcements." You seethed. "Prime and the others will be here soon, a single day isn't going to make me believe they aren't coming."

Megatron reeled back as his smile widened, he threw his helm back and barked with laughter at your confused expression. He lurched forward and took one long step to loom over you. You found yourself feeling smaller once more, squaring your shoulders and hesitantly transforming one of your servos into a blade. The sight of the weapon only made the silver mech's smile bend further.

"You don't know? Little one, you've been here for weeks." 

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Hey… :>

How y'all doing? I've been gone for what...a few months now? Uni's been hectic but now that I don't have to worry about finals I'm more open to receiving and actually doing requests now 

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Hello ! Just happen to find your blog of transformers x y/n art. They're really cute and awesome! I would like to request one if that's alright. TFP Soundwave x Y/N vibing together listening to j-pop? Thanks! If you can't do TFP Soundwave, any Soundwave is fine!

Soundwave loves to listen to music with his favourite little human!

(Sorry I haven’t been active guys college is kicking my ass atm but I’m on break soon so I can hopefully focus on requests more :3)

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Favorite Netflix Show: Castlevania Nocturne.

Favorite Food: Ramen

Favorite color: Purple !

Favorite animal: Hamsters

Favorite Roblox game: I don't play unfortunately :0

Favorite band: I like Hozier, idk if he counts as a band tho...

Favorite school subject: English ( tied with science)

Favorite season: Winter

No pressure!! Ignore if you wish :))

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@daddymus-mamatron tagged me but i was not gonna reblog that long ass thread LMAO so here's my own separate post hehe

TAG GAME <33

Favourite Netflix show: i hate netflix but i'll say Transformers Earthspark

Favourite food: your mom

Favourite colour: black or purple

Favourite animal: fennex fox

Favourite roblox game: i've only played so many but i'll say Dress to Impress or Doors

Favourite band: Ghost or Starset (my beloveds)

Favourite school subject: art

Favourite season: autumn

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Happy Valentine's Day!

Pairing: Optimus Prime, Ratchet, Knockout, Steve x gn!human!Reader Rating: SFW Summary:Spending valentine's day with your special bot ✨ Warnings/Tags: Fluff, nuff said. Word Count: 1400+ words  

I feel Optimus is a romantic at heart, but circumstances leave little room for him to tend to the unorthodox relationship he has with you–a human. 

Still, he finds ways to spend time with you and show you all the ways he adores you. 

Eye-to-optic contact that lingers as he leaves the room, soft kisses to the side of your head whenever the two of you were alone, and your favorite—the long drives filled with conversations between the two of you (heartfelt, light, or otherwise you enjoy spending time with the leader in blue and red). 

So when the month of february arrived, Optimus was puzzled at the light jabs and teasing from the children (mostly from Miko) about needing to get you a gift. 

Later 'research' led him down the rabbit hole that was the lovey-dovey holiday that celebrated a couple's love for each other. 

What worried him wasn't needing to get you a gift, but the fact you made no mentions of this holiday to him. Optimus finally connected the dots and understood why he saw so many hearts decorated on the shops and buildings he'd pass by on a drive. 

Shaking his thoughts away, he decided he'll abide by Earth's customs and get you a gift. 

Imagine your surprise on the morning of Valentines to be awakened by the blare of Optimus's horn. 

You rushed to get dressed and stepped outside to approach the opened door of the driver's side. 

A low hum of the radio playing a cheesy love song you've found yourself bobbing your head to a couple times in the past. 

When you looked down,

There, on the seat sat a bright pink heart-shaped box and a bouquet of flowers. 

You immediately questioned him, your tone light and filled with confusion–but that didn't stop the heat radiating off of your cheeks. 

Optimus wasn't flustered by your reaction and he answered. 

That's how you learned that Optimus had planned a whole afternoon to spend the holiday with you. He asked if his actions were too much, to which you laughed and reassured him it wasn't too much. 

Honestly, you were touched and even told Optimus that you didn't expect him to go out of his way to bring you gifts. Let alone spare enough time to plan a date. You knew how busy he was and how were you going to expect an alien that's only been on Earth for a short time to know everything? Still, it was a nice gesture. 

Optimus asked if this meant you'd be his valentine, and who could say no to that? 

Hopping in, you and the Prime rode around Jasper warmed by each other's company and idle chatter. 

I feel Optimus is a romantic at heart, but circumstances leave little room for him to tend to the unorthodox relationship he has with you–a human. 

Still, he finds ways to spend time with you and show you all the ways he adores you. 

Eye-to-optic contact that lingers as he leaves the room, soft kisses to the side of your head whenever the two of you were alone, and your favorite—the long drives filled with conversations between the two of you (heartfelt, light, or otherwise you enjoy spending time with the leader in blue and red). 

So when the month of february arrived, Optimus was puzzled at the light jabs and teasing from the children (mostly from Miko) about needing to get you a gift. 

Later 'research' led him down the rabbit hole that was the lovey-dovey holiday that celebrated a couple's love for each other. 

What worried him wasn't needing to get you a gift, but the fact you made no mentions of this holiday to him. Optimus finally connected the dots and understood why he saw so many hearts decorated on the shops and buildings he'd pass by on a drive. 

Shaking his thoughts away, he decided he'll abide by Earth's customs and get you a gift. 

Imagine your surprise on the morning of Valentines to be awakened by the blare of Optimus's horn. 

You rushed to get dressed and stepped outside to approach the opened door of the driver's side. 

A low hum of the radio playing a cheesy love song you've found yourself bobbing your head to a couple times in the past. 

When you looked down,

There, on the seat sat a bright pink heart-shaped box and a bouquet of flowers. 

You immediately questioned him, your tone light and filled with confusion–but that didn't stop the heat radiating off of your cheeks. 

Optimus wasn't flustered by your reaction and he answered. 

That's how you learned that Optimus had planned a whole afternoon to spend the holiday with you. He asked if his actions were too much, to which you laughed and reassured him it wasn't too much. 

Honestly, you were touched and even told Optimus that you didn't expect him to go out of his way to bring you gifts. Let alone spare enough time to plan a date. You knew how busy he was and how were you going to expect an alien that's only been on Earth for a short time to know everything? Still, it was a nice gesture. 

Optimus asked if this meant you'd be his valentine, and who could say no to that? 

Hopping in, you and the Prime rode around Jasper warmed by each other's company and idle chatter. 

Assuming you had become a human he tolerated enough to be in a relationship with, don't expect the doctor to be affectionate. 

Sure, he has his moments, but he's also the only medic in the team constantly making sure to oversee the operations at base and keep everyone alive. To say he'd barely have time to allow himself to sleep let alone be in a relationship is an understatement. 

The two of you made it work, it was something you knew when you came into the relationship and reassured him you won't expect to be swept off of your feet everyday.

I'd imagine Ratchet appreciating your understanding and would still try to find time to have one-on-one moments with you. 

So, when he offhandedly eavesdropped on the children's conversation about a holiday happening at their school, he did his own research and learned what Valentine's day was. 

He…didn't really see the point of the holiday other than humans wasting their time on something they could do everyday instead of one day out of a year. 

To each their own I suppose. 

Despite him being indifferent to the holiday, his processor is racing with a million ideas on how to celebrate with you on that day. 

Ratchet would work hard to block out an hour or two on the day just for the two of you. Whether you'd want to stay in his quarters to 'catch up' (wink wonk), take a drive around Jasper, or simply spend time at base while he did some light work, Ratchet would indulge you. 

First off, getting over his phobia of humans took a while, but you were patient and didn't push his buttons unlike all the other unsavory interactions he's had with humans. 

So, when you proposed celebrating valentines with your sorta-boyfriend-not-boyfriend, he wasn't totally against the idea. But he made it clear that he expected a lot from you.

To which you rolled your eyes at his taunt veiled underneath his smooth purr. He wanted to be impressed? Fine, you'll take that challenge without complaint—but you made the mistake of undermining his taste in gifts with a teasing comment of your own.

'Game on, squishy,' he'd say while tapping a sharp claw against your waist. 

Two days before the actual holiday were…tense. 

Both of you weren't seen together much and the secrecy of what the other would prepare for Valentines day kept the both of you on the edge of your seats. 

When the time came, both of you were exchanging petty insults and cackles to keep the other from figuring out just how nervous the other was. 

In truth, Knockout may be confident in his abilities but he wasn't sure with what little information he remembered about your favorite things would suffice. 

You, on the other hand, kept doubting if your gift would be up to par with that narcissist you've grown to love. 

Knockout was the first to present his gift, a basket filled with your favorite things and even added his own photo album filled with pictures of himself (how he managed to get an album and print photos is still a mystery to you). 

As he gloated about his gift, he didn't expect you to burst into tears. Of all the things, you didn't expect him to be so…sentimental. 

Reassuring him and sniffing back the tears enough to present your gift to him. A new buffer along with a 'pass' for you to wash his alt mode, which would really help especially with the difficult places to reach. 

Knockout, after gasping and snatching the buffer to examine it, interrogated you on how you managed to replicate his favorite buffer and even designed the new one to fit his paint job. He broke when he noticed his initials on the side of the handle written in a fancy font in his language. 

The two of you were a blubbering mess of compliments, head nuzzles, and you even got a kiss on the cheek from the hotshot. 

It's safe to say both of you had won the 'challenge.' 

You were snatched up in the middle of the night.

Yet, you weren't scared. Not in the slightest. 

Being 'kidnapped' was a norm for you and your partner to spend time together with what little space he had in his schedule. 

If he and you ever got caught, especially by someone from his 'workplace,' he'd have an excuse for having a human in his possession late at night to try and scheme against the Autobots. 

Anyway, it was a welcomed surprise (not really, you were still in your pajamas and half asleep) despite the heart attack you almost went through being grabbed from your window. 

You thought Steve wouldn't have any time to visit you on the holiday, and you were planning on spending it alone in your bedroom gorging on snacks. 

I guess Steve had a change of heart, or wanted to surprise you like this. 

You barely had time to process what was being said when you saw that Steve had parked in an abandoned parking lot. There wasn't much other than a large white board, few trash cans, and what looked to be a concession stand. 

That's when it clicked that you were in a drive-in theater. 

A light came on somewhere and a movie began to play on the screen, that's when the seats warmed and Steve's voice coaxed you to look in the backseat. 

You did and what you saw warmed your heart. Your favorite foods, flowers, chocolates, and a few balloons. You were probably still sleepy, but you swore you saw pieces of broken glass and ripped up price tags  among the pile of gifts. 

Eh, that's something you'll revisit later. 

Now, you and Steve watched the movie together, and when it finished, Steve ushered you out and transformed so the two of you can spend the rest of the night cuddling underneath the open sky. 

Hopefully, the sun stayed asleep for a few hours so you two could have that time to yourselves. 

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[quixotical-lymbo]

I'm happy you love her!! She was a joy to design :3

New OC! Skyhex!

Design by @quixotical-lymbo ! Thank you so very much for her, she looks amazing! :D

[quixotical-lymbo]

hey yall, been a while so I decided imma do something special for valentines day and you guys get to pick who I should write for!

Premise: The reader celebrating/teaching the bots about valentines day.

I'll write for characters of the top 4 percentage of votes.

[quixotical-lymbo]

Hey I just wanted to say your an amazing writer

No need to answer just wanted to tell you that you inspired me to write myself from the D16 x Orion x Racer!reader ( I think it was called spark stopper )

I do actually have one myself cuz why not, I hope I’m able to gain some writing tips from you dude!

AHHHHH tysm 😭!! I read it and I love it! Letting the readers pick the decision was cool ngl, I didn't know you could use polls like that-

As for tips, I'd say what helps me write is getting into the headspace of the character I'm writing for. I also imagine a team of artist needing a script to animate the scene I'm writing. It helps a lot when trying not to mischaracterize the character too much. Like asking yourself "would xyz's VA say this line?"

Other than that have fun! It's hard to keep the motivation to write and burnout is a killer, but sometimes you just gotta open ur writing app and start typing to really get something good started!

Thank you again for the ask I'm happy to inspire others to write for my favorite fandom 😭🙏🏾

Here have a bumblebee:

[quixotical-lymbo]

Hello🤗❤️

I hope you are well🌹

Can you help me get my voice heard

and share my family's story?🙏🏻

Can you Reblog my pinned post from my blog or donate 5$?

By helping to reblog my story, you could

save a family from death and war.🌹

Thank you very much🌸

🕊️❤️🌹🙏🏻

I hope this reaches people who are able to help!

[quixotical-lymbo]

Please Please please please please 🙏 please please Please Please please please please 🙏 please please Please Please please please please 🙏 please please Please Please please please please 🙏 please pleaseeeeeeeee 🙏🙏 write a continuation for D-16 child of mine with the sparkling all grown up 🥺 it was soo good I cryingggg 😭😭😭 the poor baby 😭😭😭

Pairing: Megatron & gn!Reader Rating: SFW Summary: Continuation of Child of Mine. Warnings/Tags: Mild gore, implied abandonment, angst, no happy endings again, i guess??, arguments, daddy issues.  A/n: heyyy, what is up my guys? kidding, sorry for being absent I was spending the holidays with family and junk. anyway, I hope you guys are having a good holiday, stay hydrated and all that stuff! Word Count: 1900+ words 

Rising voices, doors shutting, and heavy pedes stomping against the ground were a common noise that accompanied you wherever you went. If it wasn't Elita-1 or Bumblebee venting down your spinal strut, it was Optimus's disappointing glances and helm shakes that burned in your memory. Today wasn't any different after you were caught in the less than pleasant side of Iacon that still needed repairs. What were you doing there? Fighting, getting into trouble, throwing yourself in harm's way, being irresponsible or any other terms used by your guardians to describe 'fun.' 

"What were you thinking? No, no, what were you thinking going back to those streets knowing we-" Elita's vocaliser echoed through the corridor. She sharply turned on her heel and shoved a digit in front of your face plate. You rolled your optics and crossed your arms as she went on and on about your mistakes. Elita stopped walking when she noticed your optics weren't on her, she grabbed your shoulder and shook it.

"Have you been listening to anything I've said?" 

"Wha-yes! Yes, I have," You shook her servo off and met her unamused expression. 

"Oh really? Then what was the last thing I said?" 

"...I shouldn't…be…." You took off before finishing your sentence. 

"____!!" Elita-1 shouted as she gave chase. The two of you passed by other bots, you scaled over a desk and Elita jumped over it with ease. You glanced over your shoulder once to see Elita-1 catching up, you made a noise and turned your helm around in time to see Jazz freezing in the middle of your path. You couldn't slow down in time and slammed into the mech, toppling the two of you over and onto the cold ground. 

"Ow, geez-!"

"Watch where you're going!" You hissed at the older bot and scrambled to get off of him. Jazz could only groan as Elita stepped on his chassis to continue chasing after you. Huffing and puffing, you felt your pedes burn with each step and your intake drying up as a heavy ex-vent caused your fans to turn on. Your optics shined as you caught sight of an opening in the form of a window at the end of the hallway. You were nearly free—just a few more feet and you-

Just when you leapt for the window, a blue servo snatched you by your scruff and held you up to their face. 

"...oh, hey Optimus," You sheepishly waved to the Prime. "Nice weather we're having, huh?" 

"Hm." Optimus chuffed before looking at Elita-1 who appeared next to him with a smirk. You knew what was about to happen next and fell limp, admitting defeat now meant a shorter scolding. 

 …

You marched out of the room the two had placed you in to give you a proper talk, even though half of that talking was Elita-1 screaming her top off at you some more. You paced around the doors to Optimus's office and seethed a few curses under your breath, kicking at the ground and even hiding a muffled scream behind your servos. They just didn't get it, you weren't meant to be cooped up in a shiny building while they were out and about having all the action to themselves. You weren't even allowed to look at the weapons they had to fix after another one of their 'outings' battling the Quintessons or dealing with another attack from…

Your optics dimmed as you slid down the wall and curled into a ball, hiding your face into your knees as blurry memories resurfaced without your say so. Memories of a better time when all you had to worry about was not getting caught in places you shouldn't be in–well, that still hasn't changed as you grew older. 

"...Megatron will…no…st.." 

What?

"...tomorrow prepare…" 

You strained your audials to listen in. 

"Alright, I just hope tomorrow's battle will send a message to the Decepticons to stop messing with us."

"We can only hope. Elita, do you think…" 

Hearing pedes approaching the door, you rushed to stand and left the scene before the doors slid open to reveal Optimus and Elita-1 standing side-by-side. The Prime's optics glowed within the darkness, the optics followed the marks left by a small pair of pedes leading away from the door. 

"Optimus?" 

"Wha-...ahem, yes?" 

"We still need to inform everyone, I'll gather the troops and you just…meet us there." Elita patted Optimus's arm before walking ahead. 

"Right, of course." Optimus nodded after the commander and watched as she disappeared around a corner. His processor was elsewhere at the moment. 

"...oh, ____…what am I going to do with you?" 

 …

It was a bright, clear day out on the battlefield. The surface was once a peaceful area filled with fauna and foliage of all types, now? Screams and explosions erupted from the two factions at war with each other. Red smoke, black smoke, grey smoke, and more. Bright, yellow sparks flew from the collisions of metal against metal. Energon spilled from open wounds or fallen comrades and foes. You were mesmerized by the sight of it all. You had never seen the raw beauty of destruction until now—the fights you had in the pits with other disgruntled bots unsatisfied with your guardian as the new prime didn't compare to the utter tank-churning experience of watching a bot's spark slowly give out. 

"Don't back down! Tear them down limb by limb, spark by spark! Don't stop until you're also on the brink of seeing Primus himself!" 

The gravelly voice was almost too painful to hear. You ripped your optics away from the left side of the battle and moved around the rock you were hiding behind to peer on its right. Standing amidst the chaos of Autobots and Decepticons was the silver mech you'd been hoping to see.

"Sire…" You whispered. Before you could stop yourself, your legs were moving you towards the mech shouting orders. You ducked down a bot thrown overhead, nearly scorched yourself from an energon blast, and had to throw yourself onto the ground and army crawl to dodge the rest of the battle. You were nearly there, right at the heel strut of the bot. Your spark burned brightly in your chassis as you reached for his leg. 

"Eep-!" You were roughly grabbed by the back of your neck cables and instinctively clung to the bot's arm as it reeled back to throw you away. 

"...you?" The raspy voice belonging to Megatron murmured as he lowered his arm to stop himself from nearly throwing you into the raging battlefield. 

"...me?" You meekly replied. Megatron's expression stilled, his optics swam with emotions conflicting with the fury that was pushed to the forefront. He shook his helm and composed himself…but, seeing you here made something he hadn't felt in a long time. 

"You." Megatron's scowl darkened. "What are you doing here, scraplet? Who let you-" 

"Megatron!!" Optimus's roar broke through your sire's line of questioning. The Prime managed to break through the line of decepticon lackeys to reach where Megatron's perch stood over the battle. His battle-mask went away as fear twisted alongside the fury on his face plate when he saw your form dangling helplessly from Megatron's grip. "Let them go!" 

"And if I don't? What will you do, Prime?" Megatron readjusted his grip and threw you up in the air for a moment before grabbing you by your waist, tucking you against his hip like a misbehaving sparkling—which, in this case you are. "As I see it, I'm simply having a heartfelt reunion with what's mine." 

"You were the one who left them to me, or did you forget you abandoned them first?" Optimus inched his way to Megatron as their argument continued. If he could keep his ex-friend talking long enough to snatch you back, then-...

"They were in better servos by staying with you temporarily, but now I can take them back." 

"Do I get a say in this?" You piped up. 

"No! Be silent!" Megatron and Optimus both turn their gazes to you. Optimus took this opportunity to tackle Megatron when his helm was turned away. You were knocked out of Megatron's hold and grunted as you hit the ground. Spitting out the dust, you scrambled to your pedes and searched for your guardians only to see them fighting. 

"Get out of here, ____!" Optimus ordered. 

"But-!" 

"Go!" 

You clamped your intake shut at the fierce glare sent your way and turned to see a familiar yellow and black mech rushing towards you. You were grabbed by Bumblebee and taken out of the area. As you kept your optics on your sire, you realized later that he never looked back at you. Not even once. 

 …

The silence was deafening. One scratched up Prime pacing back and forth within a small berthroom belonging to the adolescent sitting on their berth. 

"What were you thinking?"

"I-"

"No, you weren't thinking at all, because if you were thinking you'd know you wouldn't have been there in the first place. What you did today wasn't just irresponsible, but you could've-" 

"Offilined, I know! You and every bot else tells me this all the fragging time!" You shot up from your seat and got into Optimus's face which was still covered by the battle mask.

"Language!" Optimus reprimanded.

"I don't get it! I really don't get it. Why am I the only one not allowed to do things?!" You continued despite Optimus's warning  as he growled your name. "You and Elita-1 have been training me for a while now, I know Bumblebee has seen how I'm able to take a few punches whenever he catches me in the pits-!" 

"This is different, it-"

"How? How is it different?"

"It just is! You're not ready." 

"I am! I've seen what the battle has to offer and it's glorious and I even got to see-" 

"Why did you want to see him again? He abandoned you, betrayed Iacon, and-"

"He may have betrayed you, but he didn't have a choice but to leave me behind. Don't lump me with your mista-" 

You were cut off as Optimus yanked you forward, his battle mask sliding away as he hissed, "Don't." 

His optics softened as his grip loosened, the words that were boiling on the tip of his glossa ready to strike you were nowhere to be found. Optimus struggled to maintain contact with your optics. 

"___, I understand that you…miss him, but you need to listen when I say this," Optimus looked into your optics and knelt down. His servos rubbed your arms up and down, he could see the denial you've built up cracking the more he stared into those bright, confused optics of yours. 

"When you're ready to join us, you will be the first to know. Now? I want you to focus on being sparkling and having a normal life, having fun, learning, and maybe training here and there..you shouldn't be around war…death…and him…not yet."

You didn't realize you were crying until a large digit wiped the coolant from your face. You were brought into a warm embrace and the rest of your tears came forth as your form trembled. Optimus stayed with you until you fell into recharge, whispering comforting words into your audials before laying you to rest and staying by your side until he was sure you were deep into stasis.  

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[quixotical-lymbo]

ohhhh myyy gaaaaaahhhh!!! Please! I need a part 2 of the racer me x D-16 and Orion! It was so sweet and so cool! 😭 If not a part 2, a similar scenario, but I want to give the mechs the attention 😔🫶🏻

I just discovered your writing btw! So awesome!.

Pairing: D-16 & Orion Pax x gn!racer!Reader Rating: SFW Summary: Racing in the Iacon 5000 becomes exciting when a familiar pair of miners join the race.  Warnings/Tags: Banter, more awkward flirting, anddd more kissing.  A/n: heyyy, what is up my guys? kidding, sorry for being absent I was spending the holidays with family and junk. anyway, I hope you guys are having a good holiday, stay hydrated and all that stuff! Word Count: 650+ words

"Hey! Watch it!" 

"Sorry!" You called to the bot you nearly rammed into. Your pedes didn't slow down as you rushed through the med bay, your dermas pulling into a wider smile as you skidded to a stop. The mechs looked up from their conversation to see you bending at the entrance of the room.

"It's you!" D-16 exclaimed as he moved to stand. You gestured for him to stay seated as you ducked under the top of the doorway and approached them. 

"Look we didn't mean-" Orion started but you cut him off.

"You guys were amazing! Stupid…and incredibly lucky you weren't flattened but amazing!" You gushed. Orion and D-16 shared a look before Orion chuckled sheepishly while D rubbed the back of his helm. 

"I…uh, thank you! At least someone thinks what we did wasn't entirely dumb," Orion threw his servos up while glancing not-so-subtly at the silver mech who rolled his optics. 

"It is dumb, we didn't win, we didn't prove anything, we showed everyone and Sentinel that we failed." D-16 pinched his temple. You frowned and knelt in front of the mech, he flinched when your servo landed on his knee. Looking at your face plate caused the mech's anger to diminish bit by bit. 

"Hey, even if you guys didn't win, you're still winners to me," You padded D-16's knee before rising to stand at your full height. You placed your servos on your hips and smirked at Orion, "Besides you even managed to pass me in the race…that's not something that happens often." 

"Don't winners usually get a prize?"

"Pax." D-16, exasperated, narrowed his optics at his friend. Orion whipped his helm to look between you and D.  "What?" 

"No, no, he's right," You crossed your arms over your chassis and cocked a hip. "What kind of prize do you have in mind?" 

"Hm…how about another 'signature' from Iacon's greatest racer?" Orion proposed. Hearing this, D-16 clammed up and felt the heat rush to his face when his gaze caught the way your expression changed to an amused one. The silver mech felt the energon running through him burn as you lowered yourself onto one knee, placed a digit under Orion's chin and swiftly swooped in to press your dermas against his. Time felt like it froze as your optics flickered to him. You moved away from the frozen red-and-blue mech to his equally stunned friend, you took your time caressing the side of D-16's face before closing the gap and kissing him. As you leaned away, D-16's dermas chased yours and stole another peck from you. 

"Woah! Cool it, hotshot, you'll get more if you guys manage to beat me at the next race," You covered your intake with your servo and gently pushed D-16's face away from yours. Orion jumped up at the challenge, "We'll definitely be there, won't we, Dee?" 

"Huh? Oh, yeah, yeah!" D-16 nodded dumbly. 

"Great," You giggled and backed away from them. You turned to leave, not before looking over your shoulder-pad to say, "Hey, if you actually manage to beat me, I'll give you two something better than a signature."

Without another word, you left the two sitting there stunned. D-16 snapped out of his daze to stumble out of the med-bay, he swung his body halfway out and held the door and shouted at your retreating figure, "I'll keep you to that!" 

You did a full turn, blowing a kiss at the silver mech, before turning back around and leaving the med-bay. D-16 kept his optics on you, his gaze fixated by the way your hips swayed before he leaned back into the med-bay and sighed. 

"Oh…you're so in love."

"Shut up! You're telling me you aren't?" 

"Point taken." 

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[quixotical-lymbo]

Omg hey !! I hope I'm not bothering you and hope you have a good day :3. Can I pretty please request a tfone sentinel x fem!reader (cybertronian)

So, like, the reader is a popular social media influencer and they're dating sentinel to boost their image and popularity. They act like a perfect couple in public, but when they alone they both kinda toxic to each other (ykwim?).

Reader only sees the relationship as a formal partnership and doesn't take the relationship too seriously, but sentinel becomes kinda like obsessed with them and can become rlly possessive and jealous

It doesn't have to be a whole fic, I'm just happy if you write it, and i hope those are enough details (take your time w it too :3)

Pairing: Sentinel Prime x fem!high-status!Reader Rating: SFW Summary: Warnings/Tags: Power dynamics, cuddles, toxic relationships, and Sentinel being Sentinel :(  Word Count: 500+ words 

Distant laughter and music grew fainter as the two cybertronians walked further down the hallway. One standing tall with a beaming smile that could send the stoniest bot into a giggling mess, and the other, shorter but as pretty as the bot she clung to. The couple entered a room and once the large golden door closed behind them, the beaming smile on the Prime's face plate dropped as a groan left his dermas. 

"Remind me never to host parties back to back, especially ones where I make a guest appearance," Sentinel stretched his arms above his helm and sighed as his limbs gave a satisfying pop. The Prime waited for a response that never came. Sentinel turned to find you sitting by your vanity. You peered at yourself in the mirror holding a buffer and carefully giving over the spots where bots had the fortunate pleasure to touch you, there weren't many but you had to be sure. You were so engrossed with your task that you didn't see the figure approaching you from behind. You jumped as Sentinel's face appeared by your helm, his chin resting on your shoulder as he leaned in close to hold you. A shudder ran down your spinal strut as his arms encased around your waist. 

"Sir?" You mustered up the nicest tone and leaned away. 

"Do you know what I see when I look at our reflection, ___?" 

"What, sir?" You decided to humor him to avoid another tantrum. 

"Two halves becoming one," Sentinel turned his helm enough to plant a kiss on your cheek. You couldn't dodge it with his servo holding your helm in place. Sentinel didn't move back that far, just enough to graze his dermas against the surface of your cheek. "Together they're perfect but only one needs the other to survive…" 

You gasped as the servo on your face wrapped around your neck cables. 

"Wanna guess which one of us that is?" Sentinel cooed into your audials. You had enough of his little mind games and shoved the Prime away from you, standing up and shuffling to the other side of the room. You were only a few steps away from the door when you were lifted off of the ground and thrown onto the berth. 

"Ngh-! Sentinel-" You spat while using your elbows to lift yourself up, Sentinel's frame hovered over yours and pressed you into the berth. "-get off!" 

"Relax, I just want to spend some quality time with my conjunx," Sentinel watched as you struggled to push against his chassis. "Unless you have other things to do than being in the presence of your lovely partner?" 

"I…" You closed your optics, pushing down the annoyance at the closeness between you two, and compelled a smile to match the one on the bot pinning you to the bed. "No, not at all." 

"Wonderful!" Sentinel buried his face into the crook of your neck, his breath fanning your cables as his arms hooked underneath your own. You raised your arms and loosely looped them around Sentinel's helm, your servos lightly rubbing the back of his helm to soothe him into recharge. The sooner he falls into stasis, the sooner you can sneak out and regain what little freedom you had. 

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