#Not a good move Fleshling

[starscreamapillar]

Are you certain you wish to embark upon this path?

[yanderes-galore]

Could you PLEASE do something with a Yandere!Nickel with a human fem reader I would love you forever

And/or a human reader with a yandere soundwave and his also equally yandere cassettes would be nice

I am not far enough into MTMTE to properly meet Nickel (I'm trying I'm just slow) so I used the Wiki to help me if that's fine! So I apologize if something ends up wrong, I was also a bit vague with this. I swapped darling's gender since I could not fit it in to the plot, sorry :(

Yandere! Nickel with Human! Darling

Pairing: Platonic/Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Internal conflict, Kidnapping briefly mentioned, Manipulation, She hates you at first, Obsession, Dubious relationship, Dehumanization, Violence, Trauma, Mentions of death, Threats.

Nickel is a maintenance and medic bot that is a Mini-con.

She has a past with organics, witnessing them murder mechanical beings and her being the only survival brought in by the D.J.D

Safe to say she doesn't like organics and holds a hatred towards them.

This makes an obsession towards a human problematic for her.

She hates organics and expects them all to be vile pests.

That's why she sided with Tarn.

His group is anti-organic.

She's usually really kind and helpful, wanting to take care of those close to her due to her specialty.

She'd probably only like an organic if she saw them being helpful to mechanical beings.

Maybe you're the "human pet" of someone on the Lost Light or something.

That's what many Cybertronians, particularly Decepticons, call you.

You're a pet or a fleshling or whatever....

It's a bit demeaning but you grow used to it.

You most likely help people out on the Lost Light and in some way you end up encountering the D.J.D.

Which means you meet Nickel.

I'd imagine she dislikes you when you first meet.

She doesn't necessarily want to go out of her way to kill you but she just... has a thing against organics for a good reason.

If you gave her some kind of hope that an organic could be good then she relents.

Most of her obsession would take a long time.

She has to get used to this human before she can show any care towards you.

Plus it's all very problematic since D.J.D is one for organic genocide.

Even if Nickel did like you enough to abduct you somehow she'd have to hide you away.

She'd treat you like you're her own guilty pleasure.

Nickel would keep an eye on you if you caught her attention but it would be awhile before she made a move.

She's hesitant to befriending an organic.

It would be like betraying the D.J.D if she took you in so fast.

Part of her feels hypocritical.

Compared to most of the ruthless D.J.D, Nickel is the best to be around.

When you do manage to make her come around she can be caring like she is with the rest of D.J.D.

I feel even when she trusts you, an organic, she still treats you as a pet like other Cons.

She'll baby you and treat you like you can't take care of yourself.

It gives her a sense of power due to her traumatic past.

She's not really mean about it and acts like a caretaker most of the time.

If she did abduct you then she hides you from the rest.

You're a secret pet she cares for while she cares for the D.J.D.

Honestly if the others found out, there's a good chance you're dead.

That is unless Nickel can somehow have Tarn allow her to keep you as a pet, all other organics can go for all she cares.

Not this one... not you.

As OOC as this sounds Tarn may allow your existence because of how stubborn Nickel is with you.

They have a close connection so they can probably make a deal.

Nickel probably wouldn't always be nice towards you, sometimes there's a hint of superiority or an undertone of a threat with her.

You're the only organic that is an exception to her hate.

While she starts cold towards you, showing apathy and disinterest about an organic, it slowly becomes affection.

After watching you, stealing you from the Lost Light, and spending time around you...

She can accept you for what you are.

She knows you aren't capable of harming her or the D.J.D alone.

You won't cause danger if left alive and your life is in her hands anyways.

With lots of time Nickel can accept her adoration for you.

As a Mini-Con she's closer to human size which allows affection to be easier.

She's probably taller than you so she can baby you more.

She is a very mom-like Decepticon so despite her feelings she'd probably like to tease and care for you.

She drags you places, diagnoses you the best she can, she still knows you're fragile and tries not to be rough.

If she did manage to convince Tarn to let you live, escape is difficult.

She'd simply tell him you ran.

Which means you'll either be captured or killed on sight.

It's best you stay a behaved organic if you'd like to keep your life.

Overall, Nickel would take a long time to obsess over a human due to her past.

Yet when she does, she'll treat you as her little human to take care of.

You'll stay right where she wants you, unless you'd like to deal with the D.J.D without her help?

[dino-fart]

Preview of The Swan and The Spider

Pairing: Sinister Strange x Princess!Female Reader

Genre: Action, Adventure, Romance, Horror

Summary: Your kingdom is in jeopardy and your father is scouring the land for help against an unknown threat. You decide to take matters into your own hands and seek out a dark and legendary sorcerer. But what will it cost you? Will you be able to escape the spider’s web?

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“Human! I smell a human!!” The imp screeched and ran around the altar. It stopped and raised it’s nose in the air to track down the scent of the human. It scurried away from the altar and across the rocky bridge. It stopped when it saw you about to get on to the bridge. “HUMAN!” The imp clapped it’s hands excitedly. You were taken aback and tilted your head curiously at the creature. 

“Are you dinner?” The imp said with glee. 

“No, I am not dinner. I am here to see The Dark Sorcerer.” You said firmly. 

“Oooo, human here to see master, hm? Human is very pretty. Smells good too! Master will be pleased! Come come, you follow!” The imp turned around scurried back across the bridge. 

You were wearing a white sleeveless dress and white shoes. Your hair was done in a braided bun and your had white carnations on the sides on your head. The carnations were blessed with good luck by the court magician. You took a deep breath and followed the creature across the bridge. You stopped when you saw the long legs of large spiders on either sides of the bridge. 

You looked up and your heart nearly stopped. Up on the ceiling were so many large spiders, the largest you’ve ever seen. Their eyes were all on you. 

“Food...” 

“Dinner...” 

“Tasty...”��

Was the chilling voices that echoed the cavern. 

“Move human!” The imp shouted. You nodded and hurried along not looking up any more. The imp ran over to the horn in the middle of the altar and blew into it. “MASTER!!” The imp then shouted. 

“Loud!” 

“Silence!” 

“Pathetic fleshling!” The spiders hissed at the imp. 

“MASTER!!” The imp screamed again. You made it to the altar and watched the imp continue to call. “MAS-” The imp tried to scream again but purple magic lifted it up and began to choke it. 

“Why are you so noisy!” A loud voice boomed the cavern. 

“M-Master....H-Human...” The imp choked out. The imp was thrown against one of the pillars and a shadowy mass formed a few feet from you. The dark smoke evaporated to reveal the Dark Sorcerer himself. 

“Well, well, well...It’s been a long time since I’ve had such...Lovely company.” The man grinned ear to ear.

Dividers By: @silkholland​

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[repurpose-yourself]

Soul to Sole

A weighted, moist blanket. That was best how to describe my current situation. Only darkness, confined to a damp, odorous environment. My surroundings gave no clues.

Muffled voices outside my enclosure did little to help, though one sounded like my husband. My investigation abruptly halted when an overwhelming pressure evenly pressed into my body. It didn't hurt, but it wasn't pleasant either.

The pressure points started to reveal more about my location. It couldn't be possible but it felt like a foot was forcing me down into what I imagined to be a shoe. That would explain the humidity and smell. And knowing my husband's feet well, I concluded it was his wide, meaty size 11 foot wrapped in a black sock I bought him for Christmas. Of course I couldn't see anything but I knew.

The smell was a nice clue.

But how did I end up here? I have long dreamed to be even closer to his masculine feet - maybe as a bug scurrying away from his commanding foot steps or even the surface he used as cushion. The latter seemed to be my existence now, though I didn't understand how.

The pressure suddenly eased off. I felt weightless, lifting into the air. It didn't take much brain power to realize what was happening - the foot above me was taking a step.

Confined inside the very black dress boot I bought him for his birthday, the manly foot above lowered with staggering speed and precision. It slammed the boot into the floor, his sole crashing down upon my insole body and utilizing every ounce of comfort I could offer. If I had bones, all would have been broken. But in this capacity, I concluded my body was no different than other insoles.

His broad foot would use me like any other surface and truthfully, even through the pain, I wanted more.

And I got just that. My husband seemed to be walking a good distance. The ground his boots stomped against radiated more heat, likely from being outside. He probably was on his way to lunch, with a guest in tow too. While simple foot steps to him, it was like being punched over and over again by something large and sweaty.

His foot articulated the same message over and over again, moving my husband from point A to point B. This communication went through me to the boot treads. The difference in his comfort was me and I took this responsibility very seriously. Honored, really. I loved his feet and wanted them to be as comfortable as possible.

Eventually he stopped walking and sat down. It may have been 15 minutes of walking but I was exhausted. Thankful for the opportunity to experience his foot so intimately but still exhausted.

Lunch wasn't eventful. His foot moved around, tapping at times. His plump toes scrunched and dug painfully into my insole body. But largely the foot above me was kind. Sure it poured sweat over me and embedded the masculine aroma of my husband's foot into my insole body. But his foot was kind and I loved it.

Much of the day went this way. I had developed an even deeper respect for his feet. Hard working and commanding, just like him.

Once at home, the unanswered question I had finally received a response.

"Did you enjoy yourself in my dress boot?" my husband asked, sliding his sweaty foot out.

'So it was you?' I said internally, as an insole couldn't actually talk.

Cool air rushed into the boot as he picked it up, "I hope you enjoyed it. I am so glad I could do this for you."

As usual for him, he dropped the boot on the floor, rattling me to the core as it flopped around before landing on its side. But even that didn't affect what I felt in the moment. He loved me so much to do this and I couldn't be any more thankful for being married to him then and there.

"I need to take a shower," he said from above, "I'm really sweaty... though you probably know that."

My insole body was soaking wet.

"I'll change you back later," he said, starting to walk into the bedroom, "But since I figured out how to turn you into an object I think I'll have a little fun with you and turn you into a fleshlight. How does that sound?"

I couldn't wait...

[vewyscawy]

I’ve Seen Enough Hentai to Know Where This is Going

Pairing: Vel’koz x f!reader

Wordcount: 2425

Tags: Multiple penetration, anal and vaginal sex (or fingering, really?), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, tentacles, not beta read like always

Summary: Vel'koz wants your knowledge as a Summoner, and he's going to do whatever is in his power (outside of harming you) to get it out. Even if that something is something very beneath him... or maybe getting you to make those sounds is not making him dislike it as much as he thought. Hm, that needs to be studied...

Tentacles surrounded your body, mapping your skin and invading your clothes. You'd been wandering around when the creature had found you. The creature you knew as Vel'koz, one of your summons.

You had been away from the league for a bit, trying to get your bearings after the mind blowing sex you had every time you tried to start a battle, and you needed a little break. The moment you decided to come back though, you were found. And not by any of the ones that had claimed you before, not any of the ones that had seemed interested in your body; no it was Vel'koz, and he had only seemed interested in picking your brain.

When you hadn't given him the answers he wanted however he had changed tactics.

"What knowledge would a Summoner like you possess," he mused, "Why don't you share them with me, hm?"

Lying through your teeth that you knew nothing you tried to get away from him. He had you held with his tentacles, arms and legs spread, and held up quite a ways above the ground. Thankfully he wasn't hurting you, or doing anything strange to get the information out of you (yet), but you weren't that comfortable in this position.

"Vel, let me go!" you yelled, upset that he wasn't listening to you like he would in the Rift. The rules of being a Summoner were strange, and though they couldn't hurt you, or really... do anything against your will per se, there still seemed to be some leeway to do this kind of shit.

"I don't think I will. You possess knowledge that I want to get my... figurative hands on, Y/N. Why keep it to yourself? I would have taken it by force if I was able, so why don't you give me something out of the good of your heart."

"I will do no such thing! Summoner knowledge is not something for the ears of Champio-" his tentacles had started pushing into your body, your face was squished against the wall at an uncomfortable angle, and the bits of you that weren't manhandled were touched so gently it tickled you, cutting off your sentence. "Put me down right now before I get mad!"

Vel'koz seemed to sigh. The Void being racking his brain on how to get you to talk without doing anything to harm you in any way. There had to be a way he could get you to let down your guard, he was sure of it. He was interrupted from his thoughts by little giggles and squeals you made, and he stopped touching you for a second, just observing as you squirmed in embarrassment at his stare. He poked your side, and you flinched away, making a loud shriek, and he chuckled.

Oh, that was kind of fun.

Maybe he could exhaust you like that, while enjoying your squirming as well.

"What was that you said, Summoner? I couldn't quite hear you. You're going to have to speak up." then to himself, "the fleshling seems to think squirming can make it escape from me, how cute."

"Stop, I-" you tried to tell him off, but he had found out that you were ticklish, running his tentacles down your side and poking your neck. A multitude of embarrassing sounds escaped you, as you wiggled and tried to get away to no avail. "Vel, st-" no sentence was finished as his onslaught became more insistent. Chuckling came from the beast floating in front of you.

"Hm, maybe I'll stop if you can give me something in return."

"I'll never, AHAHAHA-"  laughter took over as the poking and prodding became more intense, limbs moving and wiggling under your clothes now. "Before I'll- ahhaaa- tell you any-... thing, I'll pee on you first- sto-hahahaha! I can't control myself-"  you were barely making any sense to yourself, quickly losing control over your body as he continued his onslaught.

"Hm, that wouldn't do," he mused, slowing just a tad on his attacks, just enough for you to catch your breath a little, and then decided to change his course of actions. "Gentle stimulation on the outside of their skin makes them laugh and lose control over their bodily functions. I'll have to keep that in mind."

He enjoyed your squirming. Usually he wouldn't let his prey squirm that much, after all he only wanted one thing: their knowledge. One thing he was certain of right now though, despite your struggle you were enjoying yourself, and honestly... so was he. He had to remain focused on getting you to spill what you knew, but your noises, your struggle, your expressions... they were a reward in themselves. Lost in thought he hadn't realized his tendrils moving slower and slower under your clothes, your reactions changing from flinching away to slightly leaning into the touch. Oh, that was even different still. Your face was red, and your lips were pressed together. Now no sounds escaped you, but he realized unlike before you were actively trying to keep them in. That wouldn't do. He wanted to hear your sweet little voice.

"Now you don't want to tell my anything anymore? What a shame. I thought we were close," he teased with his voice, while he also teased with a tentacle, down your stomach. He was a great observer; observing all your reactions and expressions, and the lower the limb went, the more he saw you twitch and squirm, so of course the lower and lower he went. Under your pants? Sure, he didn't mind.

You actually squealed once again when the tentacle moved its way into your underwear. Your mind was racing. What the hell!? You thought he was just into information? Not into whatever it was you were doing? Were you into this? Yes. But he didn't need to know, damn it!

"Vel-"

"Now be quiet, little fleshling, unless you have something important to say. You wouldn't want to make me lose interest and cut our fun here short, would you?"

And the tentacle found its way between your lower lips, making you gasp. Further and further it inched its way in, finding your entrance wet and throbbing.

You weren't making him stop, and as a Summoner you definitely had the power to override his actions at any time you felt like it. He wondered why you let him, but judging by the wetness he found on your sex you were enjoying this way too much to stop him.

"Oh, how naughty." he muttered, inching further in. His goal had turned from gaining information only you knew to studying you. All the faces you made and the way you were trying not to make a sound were burned into his memory, never to be forgotten. You had started moving your hips against the tentacle rubbing against you, trying to get more friction from the Voidborn, who was teasing you still. But he decided to have mercy on you, pushing all the way inside of you with a sharp snap. A loud keen escaped your mouth before you could stop it, and Vel'koz chuckled, pushing a fat tentacle in your mouth to stifle your sounds. He loved hearing them, but he also liked not getting caught. Also the face you made at the intrusion made a sinful thrill go through him he had never felt before. More. It wasn't even about learning anymore.

"Interesting reaction to stimulation." he murmured, ignoring his own reaction. The shiver that went through his limbs as he pumped in and out of you, the slight pleasure from the heat of both the holes he'd invaded. You had started sucking on the flesh in your mouth, drool running down your chin, but you didn't care much. Hips moving by themselves, you were chasing your orgasm that was just out of reach, so close. He didn't stop moving, slamming in and out of you with a calculated rhythm. You groaned around the tentacle in your mouth, wiggling your arms to try to escape his hold on you- it didn't budge, just tightened a little around your wrists. Your first orgasm hit you like a freight train, biting down on the tentacle in your mouth and you were glad it was not his dick. Vel'koz didn't seem to mind, big eye studying the way you came undone around him with rapt attention.

"Hm, that wasn't quite clear. I'm going to have to get a closer look," he murmured to himself, not letting you relax for a second as you were manhandled into a different position. Your clothing was swiftly taken care off. Still dangling precariously in the air, but now with your ass up towards him. It would probably be a lot more embarrassing if you weren't still in the afterglow of your first orgasm of the night, and as it were you were craving more.

He hummed, as he gingerly took the tentacle out of your quivering pussy, making you moan around the tentacle that he kept in your mouth. He studied the clear residue of your orgasm on the tip of the limb, sniffed, nodded, and instantly brought it back to your backside. Rubbing the residue on the cheeks of your ass, massaging the soft skin there as he had his eye on your core. You had started wiggling in his grasp again, and he decided to try making you come again, but look at it a little closer this time, and so the tentacle was swiftly inserted into you again.

In, out, in, out, the rhythm was a lot slower this time, and you were driven to the edge of insanity as every time you thought you were finally going to hit your peak he would remove himself from you, chuckle at your response, murmur something to himself and then after a little bit insert himself again to start the slow pace from the beginning. Tears had started gathering at the corners of your eyes as you throbbed so torturously, no end in sight.

Sounds of distress came from you, and the tentacle in your mouth seemed to coil a little bit, wrapping itself around your neck and pulling your face back for him to look at.

"Tears, I thought those were only for moments of distress." once again the appendage that was torturing you so sweetly was taken away from your dripping cunt, him opting to rake it through your hair instead, covering it in your juices. "There there, little human," he mocked at your face, "This would have been a lot easier if you'd just told me the information you knew from the start."

You wanted to tell him to get on with it, but you were unable to, only able to convey your needs through your facial expressions, hoping he'd take mercy on you. When he inserted himself again and started a slightly rougher pace you keened in relief. The tentacle was taken away from your lips, and you gasped in a mouthful of air, finally able to breathe normally again. Your face was wet from your drool and tears, your legs were slick from your cum, and you felt absolutely debauched as you came again, yelling out his name.

"Ohhh, a second time, that was a lot more clear to see. Very interesting."

He lowered you to the floor, not yet freeing your arms, but turning you around again so he could look at your face.

"How was that, hm?"

It took you a bit to catch your breath, and you realized he was touching all over your body again. This time not tickling, but inquisitive, soothing almost, as if he was trying to make sure you were okay. You tried to answer him, but before you could formulate your response he was talking again.

"Now I'm sure I can get another one out of you, little fleshling. You did so well the first two times."

Another one!? You had come only two times but they had been so intense you weren't sure you had another one in you. Your mouth opened, about to object, but he decided to widen your legs, practically folding you all the way open, and you gasped.

"Careful!" was all that came out, but he had already put his limbs on your lower lips. Two tentacles now pawing at you, and it seemed he had finally realized you had another spot he could stimulate.

"Touching this little spot seems to cause you great pleasure."

It sure did. Your face thrown back you could only take the new onslaught of pleasure as he paid so much attention to your clit you thought it might fall off. Your cries were now unobstructed, and he didn't seem to care much anymore. He released your arms, and you instantly grabbed the tentacles between your legs, unsure if you wanted to draw them closer or push them away.

"Velllll-" you keened, shivering and shuddering, unable to form proper words to tell him what you wanted. He just observed, as his tentacles worked magic on you, one of them inching in once again.

When you felt one prod at your backside you almost screamed. Oh fuck-

It was the one soiled with your slick, and it slid in surprisingly easy.

"More holes to fill," he practically sang as you cried out. "Your species has so many holes to fill. Be good and take it in."

You were much tighter here than the other hole, so he decided to push another tentacle in your pussy again. You were practically crying now, but he felt your body respond so eagerly that he knew your tears were from pleasure.

"Come on. Almost."

"Too- ahh- much- Vel- please-"

The tentacle in your backside slid in easily as you were brought to the brink of orgasm once more, unable to voice anything but pleasure. You were so full. So full of him, and you loved it. All three tentacles started moving in unison, and he didn't have to do much for you to orgasm for a third time. Actually passing out this time from the intensity you hadn't realized the Voidborn had carried you to your bed, gently putting you down and patting your hair with a tentacle that was so slick it stuck to your hair as he removed it. You were disgusting, but feeling so good... Showering would be something you thought about later, for now you'd bask in this feeling, completely satisfied.

And as you drifted off to sleep, completely spent, there was one last thing your ears picked up. His low voice going: "Thank you for your contribution." as he left the room with a low chuckle.

[jade-eclipse-li]

That fleshling. She wasn’t moving…

Right.

Like MP3.

Uh-huh.

But they FIXED HER. Made her WORK AGAIN.

Like, i was right there watching it with you.

They DIDN’T put her in a hole in the ground. They DIDN’T cover her in soil.

Spinister and Misfire fucking buried MP3 cuz he passed out

And Spinister apologized

Again, about the PREMATURE BURIAL…I’m sorry you weren’t dead. Also: I’m glad you weren’t dead.

I was CONSIDER when you did it, SPINISTER! I RESISTED…!

I thought it was HUMAN POST-DEATH REFLEX SYNDROME…!

Good job ol’ THUNDERWRAITH here has SOME grasp of your physiology.

Plus, you seem way calmer, despite the high giant robot quota.

And congrats on holding your breath for thirty minutes! One for the “didn’t know humans could do that” list.

We CAN’T do that. I used some secret G.I. Joe tech. It works better as a straw than a pen.

[tittawork]

Tempest keep

Mutated fleshlings that accompany the blood elves or that already ate some of them. Don't be tricked by the ledge unless you've done this before : if your healer can't reach you when sacrificed, you're as good as dead. Fire resistance is needed although a stamina overkill might help you outlive the hellfire chanelled at his feet:1600-1800 fire damage. He sacrifices people in his LoS (remember DM) on his starting platform and resets aggro by doing so. Tank here, tank there, tank like Firemaw etc. Thorngrin the Tender ( ) has been long disputed. Pull them when they're rid of the buff (you'll notice them big and red) - kidney shots and poisons aren't nice. EVERYONE should move out of his LoS and kill the 3 vines which before he heals for too much. Careful with overaggroing.Īt ~30s, he turns into a tree and casts tranquility. He plants seeds of 3 colours that freeze, root or melee the closest target. He has a lot of abilities which make him difficult. It's complicated to explain but : you need to tank him at the start of the bridge that leads to his corner. High Botanist Freywinn ( ) is a special fight. Botanists are healers most of them, Chemists dropping a cloud of poison and having some flame breath and the vines should be dealt with quickly. Researchers do shocks : mind shock, frost shock, flame shock, virulent poisons and poison shield. Pull slowly but surely up to the second boss. She debuffs to increase arcane damage taken by 1200 and will, obviously, do an arcane blast. Pull carefully before Sarannis - three at a time.Ĭommander Sarannis ( ) does a blast wave at 60% and yells 'You are no longer dealing with an underling', summoning about 3 humanoids to her aid, menders (elite) and two normal. Stewards or else you'll have arcane missile whirlwind that hits random targets for 1000+ arcane damage, Menders - if mind controlled or if used spellsteal on, these give a 300 spell damage increase buff. The pulls are easy if you know what to kill first. It takes more at first till you learn every encounter. Two hours is the least a moderate party is going to spend in here so think well about setup. With a lot of humanoids, you need a lot of CC and GOOD dps and dps boosts maybe. When you release spirit you have to fly back. Comment by 3316The Botanica, the blood elf experiment gone horribly wrong! Home of mutated plants, it's on the left hand side facing Tempest Keep, only accessible by flying mount and no, you can't get summons outside.

[chilltouch]

god. I haven't had too many emotions last night when Troy died bc I was just in a state of shock, and also wild euphoria about being permadead first And in session 1 but, man. I'm upset that she died

[grailfinders]

Fate and Phantasms #190 & 191

Today on Fate and Phantasms we’re providing you a horror double feature- Mecha-Eli chan and Mecha-Eli chan Mk. II! Since they’re nearly identical (in NA) all you have to change between one and the other is how you roleplay. But hey, you technically get an extra build this week, go you!

Both of these servants are 100% Armorer Artificers for some fancy techno-gadgets built into their metal bodies.

Check out their builds breakdown below the cut, or their characters sheet over here!

Next up: She’s got so many pigs around her you’d think she opened a doughnut shop!

Race and Background

Shockingly, the robots... are robots. Specifically, Warforged, which gives them +2 Constitution and +1 Intelligence. They also get Constructed Resilience, which makes you a better ruler since you don’t need to eat, drink, breathe, sleep, or get sick, you get advantage and resistance to poison saves and damage. Elisabeth might get sick from eating all that candy, but you won’t even be tempted.

Instead of sleeping, you take a Sentry’s Rest, spending 6 hours in a still state- you can still see, but you can’t move without breaking the rest.

Integrated Protection gives you your first armored casing, adding +1 to your AC. You can also don armor by fusing it to your body over an hour, letting you wear heavy armor without having to take off your tutu.

Finally, you get a Specialized Design, giving you proficiency with Performance and one set of tools. If you want to get your Elisabeth on, I’d suggest Bagpipes, so you can clear the room just as fast as she can.

Being a robot makes your background a bit complicated, but you were made to rule Castle Csejte Pyramid Himeji so we’ll call you a Noble, which gives you proficiency with History and Persuasion. If you’re playing Mk. II, swap the latter over to Intimidation, boom, roleplay changes done.

Ability Scores

Your highest score should be Intelligence, you have a supercomputer for a brain, it’s not a huge stretch. Constitution comes next, aside from Babbage you’re the only servant made out of iron. So far. Your Strength should also be pretty good, while you do shoot people, you also hit them, and you have one of the most damaging NPs in the game when ignoring type advantage. Your Charisma isn’t bad per se, but your delivery does get a little stiff from time to time. Your Wisdom isn’t that great, neither of you really “get” people. Yes, humans might take offense at being forced to stay in their homes their entire natural lives. That means we’re dropping Dexterity. Your head literally falls off on a regular basis, that’s an accident that would kill most people. Also, you’re not exactly running around in leather, so it’s not like you’d need it.

Class Levels

Starting off as an Artificer gives you proficiency with Constitution and Intelligence saves, as well as two skills. Arcana is the closest thing to robotics in the forgotten realm, and Investigation will help you make a sweep of the battlefield with your robot eyes. Your first machines are made using your Magical Tinkering, adding minor effects to tiny objects. It’s not exactly the wish spell, but you can get creative with it. Speaking of Spells, you can cast and prepare those now using your Intelligence. All you have to do is be smart. Grab the cantrip Mage Hand for a non-combat use for your rocket arm, and Sword Burst so you can try spinning to damage nearby enemies with your tail. I hear it’s a neat trick. You can also cast first level spells, like Feather Fall and Jump (it’s almost flying), as well as Catapult for a prototype rocket arm. Also, if you can spare the slots, grab Detect Magic for robo scanning.

For more substantive mechanics, you’ll have to Infuse Items over a long rest, creating two items from a choice of four blueprints, both of which will go up in number as you level up. Right now, I’d suggest grabbing Goggles of Night and Sending Stones for recon missions, an Enhanced Arcane Focus for better bullets later, and an Armor of Magical Strength for a suit of armor that can either add your intelligence modifier to strength checks and saves or prevent you from getting knocked prone. Doing either spends one of six charges, which partially get refilled at dawn.

Moving to the Armorer subclass dumps you into a proper heavy armor setup, but you can make it even more impressive by turning it into Arcane Armor. This lets you ignore the strength requirements for heavy armor (which you can wear now), and you can use the armor as a spellcasting focus. There’s also stuff about the armor being a part of you, but that’s already true thanks to being a warforged. As the guardian of Hungary you get the Guardian Model, which gives you cool Thunder Gauntlets that use your Intelligence to attack instead of your strength. Creatures that you punch this way have disadvantage against other creatures for a round. It can also produce a Defensive Field as a bonus action, giving you your level in temporary HP, up to Proficiency times per long rest. Finally, you get some free armorer spells to go along with your new outfit. Magic Missiles do a good job of standing in for bullets, and Thunderwave gives you a finale for your Breast Zero Erzsébet.

Your first Ability Score Improvement is going towards making your regular attacks even more powerful with the Crusher feat, rounding up your Strength and making your fists able to shove a creature they hit once per turn, moving a large or smaller creature 5′ away. Your critical hits also give all other attacks against that creature advantage. (Catapult is a save, so I don’t think they work together, but that’s a DM thing, I guess.)

Fifth level armorers get an Extra Attack per action, so you can make enemies taste both of your hands each turn. You also get second level spells, like Mirror Image to put together some cheap factory-made knockoffs to take damage for you and Shatter for more sound-based pain. You can also prepare spells like Levitate for your first taste of flight, Enlarge/Reduce to make yourself the giant mecha you were born to be, See Invisibility for more robo-scanners, and Pyrotechnics for some movie magic.

Sixth level artificers get Tool Expertise, doubling their proficiency with all proficient tools. Now you’ll be really good at clearing out a bar with your bagpipes. You also get two more Infusions, with one more up at a time. Some Resistant Armor will make you deaf to your own music with resistance to thunder damage, or you can customize it to block out plenty of other types, like acid, cold, fire, force, lightning, necrotic, poison, psychic, radiant, or thunder. Makes a great gift for the totem barbarians in your party! You also get a Spell-Refueling Ring, because pretty soon you’ll be flying, and the worst thing you can do while flying is run out of spell slots. As an action, you’ll recover a 3rd level or lower spell slot once per day.

At seventh level, your Flashes of Genius make your smarts even smarter, letting you add your intelligence modifier as a reaction to nearby checks or saves Intelligence Modifier times per long rest. You were literally built to do everything for your subjects, it only makes sense that you’d be good at it.

Use this ASI to bump up your Intelligence for stronger spells, stronger punches, and more flashes of genius. You take a little bit to get warmed up, but that’s true of most computers.

Ninth level armorers can make Armor Modifications, turning your armor into four items for the purpose of infusion, and you can infuse an extra 2 items specifically if they’re part of your armor. That’ll be really cool next level, but what’s really cool right now is your third level spells, including the freebies Hypnotic Pattern and Lightning Bolt. I would’ve preferred fireball, but we’ll take what we can get for big guns. You can also prepare spells like Fly to fly under your own power instead of awkwardly levitating like a balloon, Haste to overclock your computer, and Intellect Fortress to lord your superior brain over the fleshlings, giving you resistance to psychic damage, and advantage on intelligence, wisdom, and charisma saves.

When you hit tenth level you become a Magic Item Adept, partially because you’re a magic item. This means you get an extra attunement slot, and crafting common or uncommon items is a lot cheaper and faster. You also learn the Fire Bolt cantrip for more options from your guns. On top of all that, you get two more infusion blueprints, and can have one more made at a time. I’d pick up some Winged Boots for concentration free flight up to 4 hours a day, and a Helm of Awareness to give a creature advantage on initiative rolls and immunity to being surprised. You don’t really wear a helmet, but you give one to Guda during the valentines events, so now you can do that in game.

At eleventh level, you can make Spell-Storing Items at the end of a long rest, shoving a 1st or 2nd level artificer spell into a weapon or focus. A creature can cast that spell from the item up to twice your Intelligence modifier times, and it is as powerful as if you cat it yourself. You can only have one spell stored this way at a time.

I really wanted to multiclass into sorcerer this build, but to be honest the final level of artificer is too good to really pass up. So instead, use this ASI to become a Metamagic Adept, gaining two sorcery points and two ways to spend them. Most of your spells are really just part of your body, so a Subtle spell will make that more obvious by making the casting less obvious. You won’t need somatic or verbal components. Alternatively, you can use a Careful spell to turn your giant blasty spells into something slightly more controlled, automatically letting one creature make their save against the spell. You use a lot of firepower for a single-target NP.

Thirteenth level artificers get fourth level spells. Fire Shield and Greater Invisibility aren’t in character, but they are useful, and using useful things is in character. You can also cast spells like Stoneskin, which is an understatement if anything, Summon Construct or Fabricate to build extra Elis, and Arcane Eye for your very own security drone. I also recommend grabbing the glyph of warding from level 3 so you can fully stock your castle with summoned versions of yourself to attack intruders.

Fourteenth level artificers are Magic Item Savants, letting you ignore all restrictions for magic item use, and you can attune to five items at a time. You also get the Prestidigitation cantrip for easy 3d printing, and two more infusions, plus one more built at a time. Grab the Belt of Hill Giant Strength for a whopping 21 strength, and an Arcane Propulsion Arm for a proper rocket punch. That last one does come with a pretty hefty price though- you will have to chop an arm off to put this one on. (Your armor will replace the arm if you have to make space for another infusion though, so it’s not all bad.) Annoyingly, this arm also deals force damage for some fucking reason, so you can’t use crusher on this either. I’d let you just punch people normally though.

Fifteenth level armorers get their final goody, giving them Perfected Armor. Now your guardian model lets you spend a reaction to pull a huge or smaller creature closer to you at the end of its turn if it fails a strength save, and if it’s pulled into melee range you can wollop it as part of the reaction. You can do this Proficiency times per long rest. We’ll consider this a giant hand giving them a nudge in your direction.

Another ASI, use this one for more Intelligence. Now you have the strongest and most flashes, as well as super strong spells and force punches.

At seventeenth level you get fifth level spells, like the freebies Passwall and Wall of Force. Technically it’s invisible, but a giant hand cupping around you to block damage is totally possible. Speaking of giant hands, Bigby’s Hand lets you make a giant mecha hand that actually acts like a hand for once. Yes, we are fitting Mecha Eli’s bit from Las Vegas in here. You can also use Creation to make an exact copy of your body, and Animate Objects to bring it to life. It’s not as powerful as the original, but that’s what you get with factory-made goods.

Eighteenth level artificers are Magic Item Masters, letting you attune to six items at once. You also get another two blueprints with another one built at the same time, so unless you’re powerbuilding grab another Arcane Propulsion Arm for two rocket fists, and a Ring of Protection for a bonus to your AC and saves.

Use your last ASI to become Tough, for 38 extra HP right away and another two when you level up again. You are literally made of steel. Come on.

Your capstone level grants you a Soul of Artifice, which is pretty busted. You get a bonus to all saves equal to the number of magic items you’re attuned to, and if you would drop to 0 HP you can end one of your infusions instead, sticking around at 1 HP. We weren’t able to make your mass-production work out that well, but if you have to die 9 times to actually go down, I’d count that as extra copies.

Pros and Cons

Pros:

You’re hard as hell to kill. With your lowest save being a +6 and the ability to add 5 to any save you don’t like the look of, magic will just slide right off you. Plus, with an AC of 20, just over 200 HP, and temporary HP from the guardian model, you have a lot of health to chew through from martial classes as well.

And that’s assuming they can even hit you! Flight is awesome, giving you plenty of mobility to avoid most combatants entirely and rain down fists and hellfire from a safe distance.

This build is highly customizable, with tons of tricks and gadgets to swap out as the situation calls for them.

Cons:

You’re super reliant on magical items to protect you, so if you get caught up in an anti-magic field it won’t be fun. Like, most artificers will have an awkward fight, but you won’t have arms.

While you have a lot of infusion options, you can’t have all of them up at once. That means you’ll have to make hard decisions constantly, and basically predict the future each long rest.

Two of the feats we took aren’t really that great, and probably should have gone towards better stats. Crusher only works on your regular punches, which are outclassed by your magic weapons, and you only get two weak uses of Metamagic per day.

[stillebesat]

On the Run

DECEMBER DRABBLES DAY 1 Sanders Sides: Virgil, Janus Blurb: When life gives you an escape attempt, you run as fast and as far as you can to get away. A Prequel moment for my other fic The Sweater Written For: @acanvasofabillionsuns​ who asked: How did Janus get to Earth? Fic Type: Alien!AU Overall Fic Warnings: Injuries, Blood, Extra Limbs, Captivity Mention Taglist in Reblog.

Run.

AnXie stumbled in the death white--the snow--that was cold enough to the touch that he was sure even the mighty Illec warriors would succumb to the freezing temperatures if not to the constantly falling flakes from the sky pelting their skin. He shuddered, breath wisping out in front of his face as three of his now blue-tinged arms tightened around little DeCei’s trembling body, his fourth hand keeping pressure on the jagged metal spear that had embedded itself into his side. A wound he would need to look at soon if he had any hope of preventing infection from setting in from the Earthly microbes that seemed to cover every inch of this raze awful place. 

Run. 

He flinched as yet another explosion sounded in the distance behind him where he hoped that the transport carrier--semi truck--would burn until nothing but a twisted husk was left. 

Run. 

Before their captors regained consciousness. Before they realized their test subjects hadn’t died in the crash but escaped.

Run. 

He drew in a shaky breath, lungs screaming at him, unused to the oxygen rich air even after the four lunar cycles he and DeCei had spent on this awful Deathworld of a planet since an unexpected solar flare from the nearby sun had disrupted their navigation systems sending their ship into a death spiral that he, with his extensive piloting experience, had barely been able to break them out of. 

Not in enough time to properly land though. Barely with enough time to prevent the ship from disintegrating upon impact. 

AnXie forced his darting legs -the four long spider-like limbs sprouting from his back- to keep moving as he wove through the trees, aiming to keep his more human looking body and legs lifted up off the ground so that those larger feet wouldn’t leave tracks in that awful snow that a half blind Paelex could easily follow. 

Run. 

AnXie risked a glance over his shoulder, grimacing as his ears caught the faint sound of sirens in the distance heading towards the black plume of smoke standing out against the grey cloud covered sky. 

That wasn’t a good sign. To have the humans already sending aid to the toppled vehicle meant that there were more of the fleshlings nearby, possibly even a settlement which meant there was a higher chance he and DeCei would be found and recaptured. 

Run.

AnXie gritted his teeth, forcing his shaking legs to keep running, fourth hand doing it’s best to staunch the flow of blood to avoid leaving a trail. He couldn’t let that happen. Not to DeCei. He was far too young to be dealing with--with---

The youngling whimpered as another round of sirens started their wailing cry somewhere in front of them. “Annie?” He asked, wiggling in his grip, looking up with his bright mismatched eyes. “We’ll be safe now right?” 

AnXie exhaled, wincing as the movement twinged the spear sticking out from his side before pressing a quick kiss to the youngling’s forehead. “That’s the plan, Dee.” Though they wouldn’t be safe until he could track down a ship to get them off planet. “We just need--”

They both tensed as a faint hum of a hovercraft reached their ears. 

RUN. 

He bolted through the trees, head on a swivel looking for something, anything to help them get away.

But if their captors were already awake and coming after them he didn’t have much time before--AnXie skidded to a stop at the edge of the treeline, cursing under his breath as he stared at the city laid out before him, the faint hum of an active early morning community reaching his sensitive ears. He’d known the humans had larger settlements than the average Quixx but this?! It was like staring at a Yuzewi hive magnified tenfold. 

And here he’d been hoping that stupid semi truck had crashed far far away from whatever facility his captors were transporting them to.

Run. 

But where?! Sure he could fold his darting legs flat against his back to keep them from being as visible and walk around like any other human, but neither he nor DeCei had the right clothing to hide their extra limbs, let alone hide the fact that he was injured. Humans were quick to notice things out of the ordinary. They couldn’t hid--

No.

AnXie pressed his lips together, eyes narrowing as he looked around. He couldn’t hide. But DeCei was small. Easily overlooked. Especially in the shadows. If he could--AnXie tensed his darting legs and jumped, aiming for a large pine tree with branches all the way to the ground. 

No one would be looking for DeCei because they’d assume that AnXie had him. He had been rather protective of the youngling in that stupid lab. They would know he wouldn’t willingly leave him behind.

And by the time they realized they’d separated...the falling snow should help to obscure his tracks. 

“Dee. Stay here.” AnXie whispered, ignoring how the needles from the tree jabbed into his frozen skin as he spread the branches with one hand, placing DeCei into the empty space within as close to the trunk as he could manage. 

DeCei cried out, four of his hands grabbing at him as he went to pull away. “You CAN’T Leave!”

He didn’t want to. But they had no time! He forced himself to smile in a confident manner, meeting the youngling’s shimmering eyes. “Shh shh. You need to be brave, Dee. Like the Illecs, okay?”

DeCei shook his head, bottom lip trembling. “Safe! You promised!” 

“And you--we will be. But they can’t find you.” He ran a thumb along the youngling’s scaled cheek. “Stay here. Don’t come out until it’s Safe.” Until he could come back for him.  

“Safe?” The youngling drew in a shuddering breath, hands clenching before he crossed all his arms in a quick gesture before stepping back. “Be quick, Annie.” 

AnXie bowed his head, mimicking the gesture as best he could with three arms. “I will.” He let the branches fall back into place as he stood, a quick glance ensuring that he hadn’t made any obvious signs of being there before he jumped back to his original stopping point and took off running along the treeline in the opposite direction of DeCei. He circled halfway around the open space where some humans had already gathered to point at the smoke in the sky before darting back deeper into the woods. 

No matter what. He grimaced, forcing his aching limbs to move faster despite how he could feel the cold temperatures making his movements more sluggish, his fourth hand trembling on the metal shrapnel as the humming sound drew nearer, easily following the trail he left for his captors even as he zigzagged back towards the human settlement then away again, hoping to muddle the trail. No matter what. He would return to DeCei. They would get back home. Together. 

[starprin101]

Soundscream Week

Day 1: Flight

In the state of Nevada, America, Earth, a wind came and picked the sand granules from the ground and swirled them across the sky. Twisting and turning, in an unknown pattern. Starscream shuttered his optics when the grains landed in them. He rubbed his optics gently and glared at the wind.

Not a lot of planets he visited had such unpredictable weather patterns, but Earth wasn't the worst one. At least there would be some kind of warning first, in the clouds, in the rising or falling temperature. Not always, but usually.

His optics focused on the sky itself. How it's once blue hue was now a dark orange, and it still changed colours as this side of the planet turned away from the sun. He would never in a million years admit, vocally, how... interesting Earth was. The Decepticons, as well as him, had originally judged the planet negatively based on the disgusting dirt, and the pathetic fleshlings that covered the surface. But one time he stopped and actually looked at it. It was- Primus forbid he ever say this- amazing. He had visited many unique worlds in the past, but this one was just... different.

Starscream stared at the wide rocky terrain laid out before him. He took one step-

- and plummeted down head first from the cliffedge.

He let himself fall, feeling that familiar thrill that, despite the millions of times he'd done this before, always had his spark rising into his intake. And at the last minute he transformed, thrusters barely scraping the bottom of the ravine, and shot up. He silently praised himself with the perfect timing. Once in the open air he made a little twirl and shot through the sky.

When life on the Nemesis became too overbearing, and/or chaotic, Starscream would always take an unscheduled flight to clear his processor. Which has been happening a lot recently.

Megatron came back and practically threw a grenade into his plans as the new leader. It was almost saved when he was believed to have offlined when the spacebridge was destroyed, until Soundwave insisted that he take another look. Now Megatron is back again and is basically a vegetable on life support.

It both fascinated and disgusted him how unwavering Soundwave's loyalties could be, especially to that madmech he calls a leader. How he would do absolutely anything for him. Probably even tear his own spark out for him.

Starscream invented deeply and concentrated on the wind beneath his wings.

Naturally, flying was his greatest stress reliever. Not when he was practicing formation with the Eradicons though, he always preferred to do it alone. By himself.

His thoughts trailed to his trine mates. They would always go flying together, and they played games and showed off new tricks they copied from other seekers. Those were good times. Even though they were the most annoying creatures to have ever been forged, he missed him. They were his trine mates, they were fami-

He cut that line of thought before it brought back the bad memories.

He missed them, yes. But it didn't matter. Now he's grown, and he doesn't need them, or anyone, anymore. He was happy alone, by himself. That was his norm now, and he preferred it that way.

Out of the corner of his optic, he saw something. A blob of black hiding in the clouds. He angled himself to get a better look and realised it was another plane. A long, slender drone to be exact. He recognised it as one of the last bots he wanted to see.

Soundwave.

Why would he be here? Was he spying on him?

Experimentally, he gently turned himself in a different direction, and the drone followed.

Now why is Soundwave following him? Is it to keep an optic on him in case he decided to take chance at destroying his oh-so-precious leader?

Starscream couldn't do anything to Megatron when he was miles away from him, and it's not like he was going to shoot the Nemesis down. What would he gain from destroying one of the most powerful warships in the galaxy, as well as an unlimited supply of soldiers at his dispense? Yes, the Vehicons were insufferable morons, but he still needed them for future plans.

For a while Starscream pondered the possibilities, then he wondered if he should bring Soundwave up to speed that he knows. Watching the drone trying to sneak up on him, he decided yes, just to see his reaction.

:Dare I ask what brings you here Soundwave?: he questioned through a private comm.link. But as always, he didn't respond. He did, however, separate himself from the clouds and flew by Starscream's side.

Suppose that counts as a reaction.

:Did you feel the need to keep an eye on me? Are you afraid I'll do something Lord Megatron won't be happy about?: Still no reply.

They flew in silence for a while. Starscream was honestly surprised he was so willing to be alone with him after... the incident. Perhaps it had something to do with that? Maybe Soundwave was preparing to shoot him out of the sky himself?

Then Soundwave did the strangest thing. He slowed, allowing Starscream to move ahead, and then with a loud purr of engines he shot forward, over and under the jet in a single loop and returned to his side, all while spinning non-stop.

This extremely confused Starscream. Mostly because that was a common trick seekers and fliers did. Not a tactic for fighting or anything of actual use, it was just something done for fun.

Why is Soundwave of all bots doing it now? Especially around Starscream.

:Soundwave what are you-: The drone glided toward him, but pulled back at the last second to avoid a collision. Starscream didn't react, not having a clue what was happening, until Soundwave did it again. And then it clicked.

It was an invitation.

:You can't be serious: Starscream almost laughed through the comm.link. Soundwave, in response, just looped around him. Seeing the most apathetic, serious bot he'd ever met act so playful made him suspicious.

From his paranoia bloomed hundreds of theories on the purpose of Soundwave's attitude. All of them bad. But among them was an idea. An opportunity he could use to his advantage. Wether this was a genuine act of friendship or a way to stop him from killing Megatron, the latter being more likely, he could use this chance to gain his trust.

:If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were trying to impress me:

He just needed to play along.

Soundwave twirled by his side, and Starscream smirked, knowing full well he wouldn't see it.

:Well, clearly you've mastered the basics: Starscream revved his engine. :But can you do this?: He shot straight down, as fast as his thrusters would allow him, until the rocky floor was in sight. Then he turned up sharply, almost scraping the floor, and shot back up.

It wasn't flashy, or "beautiful", but it was hilarious how long it took Thundercracker and Skywarp to perfect it. He wanted to see how Soundwave would fare.

Said drone hesitated, but copied him. When he came back, Starscream hummed. :You weren't fast enough, and you pulled up too soon: He concluded, then remembered he needed to be nice. :... But, for a first attempt it was... adequate. Now try this:

And for the rest of the afternoon, that's what they did. They flew around and showed each other tricks, or Starscream did and Soundwave just copied. At some point they started chasing each other, and the jet actually laughed. Only because of how stupid this was. He's not actually enjoying himself. This is just to make Soundwave less suspicious of him. That's all.

At some point he felt a glimpse of Soundwave's EM field. He seemed... genuinely happy? Proud? Something else he couldn't identify because the stupid drone reeled his field back in before he had a chance?

He brushed that last one aside. Whatever it was it didn't make the slightest difference. One way or another, his gift at rubbing at a bot's ego was working, and Soundwave was happy. Now he just needed to keep this up for, well, however long it takes to gain Soundwave's trust.

Starscream looked down at the drone below him, and maybe it was that unexpected adrenaline burning off, or maybe he'd finally lost his sense, but he smiled. A small, genuine smile.

Maybe having a flying partner wouldn't be so bad.

...

... This is so stupid.

[sentient78]

There's nothing like a quick desert excursion. The rocks here were pure-- no flint, no gold, none of that nitre, either. Just good ol' rock.

Pickaxe in hand, they kick up bits of sand with their feet. Even without snow, this place still manages to be cold. At least the bot brought some insulation-- a thermal stone. Fleshlings would complain about how that isn't enough, but for WX? It's plenty.

They've dug out a lot of the rocks close to the entetance of the desert. They'll have to wander in deeper. Luckily, this desert isn't super dangerous. No hounds, no bassive dragonbeast, nothing. It's almost devoid of life entirely, save for a few goats and some cactus.

In the bot's humble opinion, the desert should have only sand and rocks. None of these feeble attempts at living somewhere inhospitable are appealing or impressive.

WX spots their first rock. They shuffle over to it, kicking up clouds of dust and sand as they do so. They then stop, raise their pickaxe...

Did something move? WX lowers their tool and scans the ground. Something is moving! A little wave of a long, slender... appendage.

The bot cautiously creeps around the rock.

There's... a cat? A little bridge cat with grey patches and black stripes. Its ears are long-- just as long as its little body. The thing would peobably fit snugly into their hand.

The bot is about to turn away-- leave this unknown critter alone before its face splits open and reveals lines of teeth thag shouldn't be there (probably) but instead, the little kitten bumps its head against WX's leg, squishing its ears aside in the process.

They then notice something tied around the cat's neck-- that looks so heavy on such a tiny thing. It's actually pretty funny-- but the bot doesn't turn down free bags of free whatever.

They kneel down, untying the bag from the cat and opening it immediately. Inside there are strangely shaped gold nuggets. Maybe they will be useful later.

The cat purrs and sits down next to WX, looking up at them with big, round eyes.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT?" the bot scoffs. "I TOOK YOUR WEIGHT OFF, NOW GO BACK WHERE YOU CAME FROM."

WX strikes their pickaxe against the rock, breaking it. As they pick up their rocks, they notice the cat is still there.

"HELLO?"

It just purrs.

WX gives it a look before moving on to their next rock. Behind them, they hear little pitter patters of tiny feet.

"DON'T TELL ME YOU'RE GOING TO FOLLOW ME NOW."

The cat continues to look up at WX.

"SIGH..."

[rawmeknockout]

Sumn nsfw w/ the combaticons and their little human friend

Together or separate idc these dudes dont get enough love and Im a sucker for these war criminals 🙈🙈🙈

//okay i dont know much about them and ive never written them but i do intensely love blast off so,,, ill do it, for you

not as nsfw as you probably wanted but there’s so many mechs i am having a hard time making this particular plot move//

“Hands off, mech! I’ll kick your teeth in.” Your legs kick and squirm, hitting living metal. It’s too warm. Everything is much too warm.

“Aren’t you cute?” The smarmy gold mech coos over you sickeningly, condescendingly, with sharp eyes and blunt fingers prodding at your soft stomach. You hate being carried by mechs, you only let your Autobot friends do it occasionally, and the way this one looks at you like a piece of meat has your stomach turning, “You’re going to make me a lot of money, fleshling.”

He carries you like a chicklet, cupped in one hand and close to his chest. Almost too protectively and certainly much too warm for comfort. If he wasn’t keeping his fingers so curled, you might attempt to jump out of his hand.

“Did you get the human, Swindle?” You hear heavy steps before you see them come into view. Another mech, much taller with red visor a clear warning sign. There isn’t a hint of a face, like he’s wearing a full-face mask. You figure that’s the point, but it could also just be the way his face was constructed, “You can have it for whatever you want when our plan is done, but keep it in that human cage until then.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Swindle’s bright eye lights roll, at least you assume that’s a thing mechs can do, as he drops you in a shitty glass container. What the fuck? Are you a gross tarantula to them? Some lizard to be placed in a dirty terrarium until you died from neglect and poor heating?

He answers your question by tapping the glass and cooing over you once more, talking about shanix and clients who would love to meet you. Cons, you assume. Hopefully your friends will be able to rescue you before you end up in some gross mech’s pocket. You don’t even want to think about the alternative where you’re a different ‘kind’ of pet.

“Did you get the fleshy?” A brightly-colored con bounces over to look you up and down. Once again, you can’t make out a distinctive face. It’s giving you a very... foreboding feeling. You can’t recognize a lot of Decepticon enemies, aside from the one’s you’ve dealt with first-hand, but the fact their faces are so hidden can’t mean anything good. It makes you wonder why they don’t all bother to share a similar color scheme. “It’s so cute! In a gross way. Onslaught, I want it when we’re done.”

“Don’t call me gross, dirt bag!” You kick the glass wall, but it just ends up hurting your toes through your worn-in sneakers.

Swindle shoves his arm in front of the mech, physically barring him from getting closer to your ‘cage’, “This is future inventory! No touching.”

You hear a sigh from Onslaught, not looking up from a highly-technical looking device. Of everything you’ve had happen, that sigh just gets on your nerves the most. Like you’re a burden or a nuisance. Something troublesome to be dealt with.

“Hey, hey!” The teal-headed mech leans his chest on Swindle’s arm, effectively keeling forward to put his face right up to your cell, “I saw on the television that human’s have this weird, fleshy interface cable,”

He sticks a finger out and wiggles it like a worm, as if that is what’s going to prove his point effectively, “Show me yours! I wanna see it up close.”

You feel your face contort in horror, body leaning away unconsciously. Not that there’s anywhere to even go. Is he implying... Does he think you’ll show him... Swindle attempts to shove the new mech away as he reaches into your container, intent on getting the show he wants. These are your best pants! You dodge his hand as best you can until he’s pulled away by Swindle.

“I called first dibs before we even got the human!” This voice comes from someone you can’t see passed the two mechs huddled around your cell. In fact, you don’t want to see anyone else. You wish they would throw a dark sheet over your cage and leave you be.

“Get your own, Brawl, this one’s mine,” The teal mech laughs despite the firmness of his tone. It sends a shiver down your spine. Whatever happens, you don’t want to be alone in a room with that one. He seems... Off. And you’re not exactly enthusiastic about being made to strip for him.

Vortex and Swindle turn their attentions to the newcomer, giving you a moments reprieve. You were going to develop a complex having so many eyes on you all at once. Attention was always something you found hard to cope with. You’re so busy steadying your breathing that you miss a new accoster moving to pluck your cage up. You stumble around in your cage as he moves you, hands flat on the cool glass.

“Since all of you are thoroughly incompetent and untrustworthy,” This new one is haughty and mean, “I’m going to take care of the human until we can dispose of it properly. Don’t bother me about seeing it until we don’t need this thing anymore.”

Thank god.

[tenderlyrenjun]

[1010 A.D.]

“Do you believe in soul mates?” you ask, lackadaisically, dreamily, while readjusting the ceramic pillow beneath a new fabric cover that your loved one retrieved from his latest bureaucratic outing. It is nice to have him back (and the new gifts, too, adorn your villa delightfully, even the ones hidden here in your bedroom, from wandering eyes). Outside your personal chambers, the scholars gather with you, compelled against their will, to indulge your curiosities, and particular student, who you seized from a recently constructed university, revived The Red String of Fate folklore under a new alias: soul mates. You want to hear Renjun’s thoughts on the term, if has has even heard it in passing.

“What are ‘soul mates’?” 

Renjun rolls over in the bed, just as you lift the sheet to join him. Honestly, thank Heaven that your immortal self only requires one night of sleep a month. Leaving your estate unguarded for 8-12 hours of the day is dangerous. Although, months ago, the battlefields healed from the successive, rapid kingdoms popping up every couple of decades. Welcomed peace spreads alongside the rise of education, which is why you and Renjun returned to his home country. Physically seeing a Golden Era circulate the continent gave you two more confidence to re-establish your roots. With your entire coven massacred from rebellions caused by overly ambition vampires and their newborn parasites, the Huang lineage has to counterbalance for the lost political ties and social standing. Fortunately, Renjun’s good looks and charm (and compulsion ability) persuade even the most corrupt aristocrats - which is why he, rather than you, leaves the land every few weeks to reinforce those alliances.

Plus, he does it better: the dirty work. 

You prefer to look at the pretty daggers he brings home and to drink red, warm elixirs poured into pretty bronze jia. Still, you admire his insignia ring on your finger during his extended business hours, counting down the seconds until you have him again. The staff are not as nearly interesting as your lover, especially considering how they gossip with you around the corner. Some call you too bold to manage the house; others say you simply lack manners, faulting Renjun for choosing a mate who was not born of noble status (a mere rumor that you take care of, anytime it emerges). Perhaps, that is why you take solace amongst the scholars, practicing calligraphy and expanding your vocabulary, instead of Confucian traditions. At least it gives you something to talk about with your equal, before you two begin recruiting members again - a lone vampire, in possession of a shielding ability, seems promising (and beneficial, in case of another war). So you slide into bed too, pulling his arm under your neck and extendings your similarly, to support his head while you curl into his side, answering his question:

“The sages call them destined.”

Renjun laughs, throwing his head back onto the comforter. He strokes your shoulder with his thumb, bringing the silk material off your skin, and turns to you with a smile that makes his presence natural and bright. Vampire nature is ectothermic and the beds are uncomfortable (how fleshlings survive them daily, you will never understand, not entirely able to recall your own mortality from centuries ago), but Renjun lives up to his name, enveloping you in a sense of reassurance, especially with how his voice melodizes. His opposite arm comes around, caging in you toward his chest so he can remove the strand of hair covering your eyes.

“I thought they were called ‘Soul Mates’,” Renjun counters. After giving you his signature tender smile, he nuzzles his face in your neck, pressing down a soft kiss. The way he lingers makes you roll your face to the window on the ceiling, North Star glowing a little weaker through the glass, now that he is home, holding you. 

You sigh, contently, hearing it returned, ghosting over your collarbone. “They are, but Soul Mates are supposed to be people who are ideally matched together.” You glance at Renjun, hoping to scan his face for another reaction, but his eyes are closed, lips relaxed, cheek losing control to stay upright: he is falling asleep. And you almost let him, knowing how exhausted he probably is, from all the politics, the new studies, the art and literature. He is participating in so much that he will likely sleep for more than 12-hours this month. Unfortunately, you want him to answer this one question, and over the centuries, since his biggest promise, he always swears to give you whatever your heart desires. So, you prod his beautiful face, physically asking for an response. 

“Mmm,” he whines, the hypnosis faltering enough for him to give you one, though his tired state answers your question with a question - you barely hear him, as he mumbles without opening his mouth too widely. He licks his lips, adding another brief love bite to your collar’s collection, before repeating himself louder, enunciating. “Are you asking if I believe that we are soul mates?” You think that he will indulge your new philosophies, using his statement as a thesis question, but he rolls his cheek further on your chest, tiger hugging your upper body. “Maybe,” he says. It should send worry through your body, were you a new couple, like Doyoung, the now-rather ruthless law enforcer of the Kim family. But you and Renjun have been together for half a millennia at this point, none of the passion ever slowing down. “I don’t believe in soul mates,” he confesses, slugging his words, “but we are naturally perfect together.”

The answer is good enough for you, so you brush back his bangs and kiss the crown of his head. He sighs again, squeezing you into the bed frame. This is how you allow yourself to fall asleep with him: no threats to your country, no threats to your safety, no threats to your relationship.

But ten hours later, you wake up to an empty bed, your lover making quiet noises in the next room over.

So, you go meet him, thinking that he has started brewing an early morning pot of tea, meticulously straining blood in a way that you do not understand. It is nice to just watch him cut lemons, slice ginger, arrange bits of flesh with almonds for garnish. And on the rare occasions, when birds are still writing songs on the rays of sunlight, you try to meet him in the tea room, almost falling asleep on his back all over again because the ambience is so soothing. 

Except, you find Renjun hovering over jewellery in your shared walk-in closet, muttering decisions here and there about packing. An odd decision, truly, considering that you have staff rotating hourly. He only does this during surprises. And you sometimes enjoy his spontaneity. So you quietly relax against the door frame, arms crossed and an amused smile on your lips. In the mornings, each time, after he gets back, even without doing anything that might shame the Moon and Stars (before you disappoint Her counterpart, the Sun and Skies), you feel drunk in love, despite having an empty stomach.

“Where are you going?” you whisper, voice yawning the verbs.

Unexpectedly, Renjun jolts, visibly surprised and shifty, then he turns around. And your expression changes with him. Your eyes dart across his face, scanning through his forehead lines to eyes. You hesitate, always glancing back to his eyes, as a precaution in case he might say something reassuring, but he remains frozen, guarded in front of a backpack that you cannot miss.

To reiterate, you sometimes love his spontaneity.

“I’ll be gone for a few years,” he says, slowly returning to the bag, tossing in extra pieces. He contemplates adding a beautiful necklace on display - the one he had handmade for you during the Jade Era, but he shakes his head. No, he has to leave that for you. This break, his packing, does not equate to all the times when he leaves his insignia for you to wear. Renjun looks at his ring, having taken it back the moment he arrived, when you slipped it onto his hand, like a proposal of your own, even kissing his knuckles tenderly. He sighs; the necklace was a promise, and he will come back to you, after he does what he needs to do. And he really needs to do this. Renjun shakes his head, to correct himself, “A couple decades.”

You frown and your eye twitches. “What?” Realization hits you like a moving carriage, horses trampling over your regenerative rib cage. Renjun walks up to you, one hand balled into a fist and the other carrying his bag. You glance at his hands, unable to truly believe his face, and he passes off his insignia. “Tell me where you’re going.” Your voice cracks. “Please.” You can join him - now or in a few days, if he needs space. Although he was gone for a couple months, you can give him more, give him anything, as long as it doesn’t mean what you think it means. “Because we just talked about Soul Mates last night.”

Renjun slouches, opening his arms to give you a goodbye. “Love -”

“Don’t,” you hiss, sustaining red revived eyes at him - a particularly onyx color surges the veins, something Renjun has never seen in a vampire. “Don’t call me that while you are abandoning me.” His timeframe leaps out at you, the expectancy of a human, and you bite again, anxiety manifesting defensively into frustration. “For a mortal, abandoning our promises.” You point an accusatory finger at him, causing him to step back. “We stood before the Heavens and Skies and gave ourselves to each other by side of the Moon and Stars.” Every enunciated syllable pushes him further into your house, until he drops the bag, a shattering sound aiding the action.  “You belong to me. I belong to you.”

You find the valor to look at him, eyes shining a vibrant red, and you think, just for a second, that he might give in, but when you try to deescalate the situation, thinking that this is just a lapse in his judgement, that you have a chance to make him stay, he speeds out of your arms. That is so unlike last night. And as you relive the memory, you realize that it might have been a goodbye. He had the opportunity to leave and not return, then chose to come back. 

Renjun gingerly steps forward, tucking a hair behind your ear sympathetically, pityingly. “No one belongs to someone else.” It is why you pay your servants, generously. “People are free agents.” He glances at your eyes for the last time, picking up his backpack. “I’m sorry.”

And thirty years later, a decade extra than he intended, Renjun reiterates that plea, in a different context, after his medicinal elixir expired. 

“I’m sorry,” he pleas, imploring you with tears pricking his ducts. He can barely see you seated, alone, on a throne, now that the last remaining valet has been dismissed. Renjun drops his bag, walking toward you with intention, pulling your quiescent face into a series of kisses. When you start moving your arms, he thinks that you concede and slows his lips to give you more dominance. You curl your fingers around his palm, a familiar gesture he has missed - mortals no longer give these types of sweet touches. Renjun comes back down to his heels, having edged to the tip toes in excitement, waiting for your embrace.

But you throw his hand off your cheek.

“Get out.”

“What?”

You know that he picked up your request easily, with his super hearing. Yet he asks you to repeat it anyways. Being amongst humans for so long mush have diminished his powers. You so desperately want to ask how he has been. How he has been excusing his eternal youth? Why has no one heard from him, not even Sicheng? Has he been drinking? You lost sleep over all the questions, for years. Vampires may only need half a day per month, debunking the coffin myth, but you have not fully rested in years. So, you repeat yourself, not bothering to glance at him as you walk away to the throne, back turned to him. “Get out of my manor.” You pick up a dagger, soaking it deeply in a jar full of your special poison. “I will not repeat myself again. If you are not gone by my next meeting -”  An execution. “- you will be my next meeting.”

“Please,” Renjun begs. He has lost too much today. 

The antechamber opens, your newest guard, Xiaojun, signalling your attention. So many vampires live in Renjun’s home, his former home. He knows that power naturally follows the ruthless, in this era, with covens and loners trying to gain ties after seeing displays of authority - either to have your killing machine skills used in their favors or to stay in your favor, avoid being slaughtered. And as you leave with Xiaojun, another two vampire guards drag a muzzled traitor to the throne room. Muffled prayers escalate his headache and he nearly exterminates the vermin himself, but you reenter the room and your prisoner shuts up, the end near. 

You throw a dagger beside Renjun’s thigh. The poison you laced it with seeping into the floor, like a tea. While you have yet to singularly perfect the warm beverage, your venom has been shown incurable - a result you feel most proud in. And you burn the bodies before other covens get the chance to examine your work. No one but your shield needs to know that the poison is brewed from the blood of mortals with incurable illnesses: carcinogenesis, dystrophy, haemophilia, etc. Renjun has heard about your cruelty in the last few years, accumulating your dossier before returned home. Rumors circulate the taverns he worked in, spilling story after story about the monster on Oma Mountain between two warring kingdoms where people kept going missing. The immortal community says that you expect loyalty but want none of it, letting vampires reside in your villa lawlessly. Renjun starts to see the origin, especiallly after you rip out your prisoner’s vocal chords, burning it on steel wool and a high molar acid, before it can reattach and function again. He never truly saw you torture anyone, always ending their executions quickly and quietly. This is his fault. Now, you sadistically entertain their pleas for mercy, waiting for them to beg with everything you leave. 

Renjun lets the choking garble for a few seconds more, then severs the head - all while staring at you. You glare at him, daring him to leave one more time.

“Do you want me to rip out your vocal chords too?”

[primergon]

i’m searching low in the night , starscream/fem!reader

Summary : What could he possibly want from an organic? A filthy, weak, and incompetent organic? An organic whose tears he could not stop imagining, an organic whose eyes follow him everywhere he goes, an organic whose laughter crowded every space of his silence.An organic, who is out there, unknowingly waiting for him.

( Starscream meets shattered glass! Starscream and discovers somethings better left unknown)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: F/M

Fandoms: Transformers - All Media Types, Transformers: Prime

Relationships: Starscream / reader, Starscream (Transformers)/You

THE locks hissed, latching themselves in place. Shockwave remained unperturbed by the whole scenario, mulling about as if it was nothing short of a usual day in the lab. If this couldn’t shake the stoic Mech, then Starscream doesn’t want to know what will. Knockout seemed much more hesitant, shooting glances at him every now and then – Starscream would have found it comical if it wasn’t for the look everyone’s giving him.

Starscream marched to his counterpart, peeling himself off the wall. “ You’re an Autobot.”

His doppelganger shot him a no slag look. The Autobot insignia gleamed above his armor, a stark difference to the walls that held him prisoner. Starscream took the chance to observe him – or himself, up close. Aside from the minor scratches he got upon entering the portal, he seemed unharmed. The color scheme of his plating was enough to make Starscream nauseous. It was white down to his claws – no, fingers. It was white down to his fingers.

Starscream scowled.

“ Pathetic,” He scoffed, “ I expected better from myself.”

“ Makes the two of us.”

The vehicons left once their work was done, ushered out by Knockout. There was comfort in knowing that Megatron won’t be around to witness this himself, even if a field report was inevitably going to inform him of it, considering that Shockwave was with them – yet his temporary absence gave Starscream the closure he needed to let his curiosity wander.

Mirror-Starscream – as Knockout has dubbed, looked uncharacteristically calm, which only serves to agitate him even more. Deep down he was rooting for him to resist, to fight back – to even beg. Where was his cunningness? Where were his shrewd quips and witty reasoning? Why isn’t he trying to talk his way out? Was he that much of a coward? Yet the look in his eyes stated otherwise. It was one of determination. One of courage and loyalty and – bah! It makes him sick.

Pathetic.

Shockwave can toss his words to the Pit – there was no way he was staring at his alternate self. Whatever failed science experiment the one-eyed slagger had conjured, it couldn’t have possibly brought back anything that resembled him. This must be some sort of trick, a curse, a bad omen.

“ Mind sharing to us how this all came to be?” Knockout hummed, attaching the very last wires into the system. The computer whirred to life, the noise enough to set him on edge – again Mirror-Starscream was almost unresponsive, merely glancing around as if he’s laying on a human beach rather than the torture chamber of a Decepticon warship.

“ You’re going to pry it from my head anyways.” He tugged on the restraints. “Whatever it is, it doesn’t matter – you won’t get any information that you can use against my friends, because I don’t know how the slag this happened either.”

Starscream scoffed. “ We’ll see about that.”

Starscream slid onto the opposite berth, letting the doctor ease a cable around the back of his helm. His double regarded him silently, confusion in his eyes – as if he couldn’t picture what they’ve become. “Why ?”

“ Why not?”

Knockout gave him the signal and at the count of three, Shockwave activated the cortical psychic patch. His double gave him a horrified look, before falling into his memories, pulling Starscream with him.

He shouldn’t be surprised – no. He’d seen many things throughout this war. He’d seen Vos crumble at his feet, he’d seen flyers getting their wings ripped out by blasters mid-air, he’d seen Megatron on his worst days. He’d seen it all, nothing could catch him off-guard.

Except maybe this.

“ W-what is this?”

His double raised a brow at him. “ This is the part that surprises you?”

Starscream recoiled. “ Why am I touching that organic?”

His double searched his gaze. “ That organic is our – my Conjunx.”

Starscream swore he could hear Knockout’s gasp, or perhaps it was his own. The seeker retreated, looking back and forth. “ I would rather go to the Pit than admit that-that creature is my – “

“You don’t recognize her?”

His double moved forward, walking past Megatron – a parallel Megatron, where he wasn’t a bloodthirsty warlord, but instead, a scientist whose driving force is to protect humanity and take down Orion Pax. Orion Pax, Optimus, for short - who is supposedly a gladiator of Kaon. Starscream could barely picture the red and blue Mech even taking down a vehicon before the primacy, what more Megatron? Then again, the silver Mech didn’t even look threatening – with no claws and blue optics. Primus, what happened to his optics?

Starscream pretended to be nauseated, insulted, infuriated – yet he couldn’t bring himself to pry his eyes away from the sight. The scene had melted into another one, the once vibrant colors peeling into a dark room. He could hear the sound of rain, and the roof above his head suggested that he was inside a human home. He flinched when the wood creaked below his feet, only to realize that it came from the memory.

He could walk only to where his double stood, not daring to reach out any further. In his double’s memory, he was hugging – hugging? Yes, hugging the organic. They were laying down on a human berth, limbs tangled. He was nearly lost in the intimacy, watching as she dragged her fingers across his wings. This would imply that – Primus, they really are Conjux Endurae. Watching himself being courted is weird enough, watching him being courted by a fleshling is even worse. Then again, she was being extremely careful, reaching out to cover the expanse of his wing with her faint caress.

“ Are you falling asleep?” She asked, whispering into the dark. Their bodies were illuminated by the half-light pouring through the window, shielded from the ongoing storm. It was quiet, so quiet, that he could hear her breathing.

“ I am.” He murmured, burying his head deeper against her clothed stomach. Starscream wanted to flinch at that, to rage at the idea that he would give himself to something so –

She laughed. The noise faint and brief, yet enough to send something through his spark. He retreated, watching as she pulled him closer. “ That’s good to hear. You’ve been working so hard, and I’ve been worried. I can’t imagine anything happening to you.”

Outside he could hear the roll of thunder. His double raised a finger, tracing it across her cheek. “ I should be the one that’s worried.” He pulled himself up, sitting upright. “ What did the doctor say?”

There was a moment. He should’ve taken this as a chance to break the vision – they should be looking for information. One related to winning this war, yet he felt anchored to the ground, unable to move. The fact that they haven’t shifted to another memory meant that Shockwave no longer has control over the psychic patch, leaving them with no room to argue.

The human woman hesitated. He waited, combing her hair. “ Tell me, please.”

There it was, begging. Starscream stole a glance at his counterpart, who was leaning by the wall, looking away. She rose to sit, placing both her hands across his cheeks. She leaned in, brushing her lips against his own. He felt appalled, but the feeling ebbed away when she started crying. Liquid leaked from her optics – eyes, humans called them.

“ Starscream.” There was something in the way she uttered his name. He’d heard people shout his name, scream his name, belittle and butcher his name. He was used to the anger dripping from their voices when his name was called, he had grown to the cruel and sneering way everyone would refer him to.

That’s why hearing his name uttered so gently was enough to shock him into flinching.

He couldn't remember the last time someone did that.

“ We both know I…my life is finite compared to yours. We both know I will leave you much sooner than you want me to. I wished we had more time, but if this is all that the universe is going to allow me, then I want to spend it with you.” The tears continued to spill, even if she’d buried her face on his shoulder. “ I’m sorry…I’m sorry that we’re so unlucky in this lifetime. I’m sorry, I had to get sick, I’m sorry I’ll – “

His double shushed her. She was hiccupping, spilling her tears all over his armor – yet he didn’t seem to care. All he did was hold her, rocking her sideways. Warmly, tenderly, intimately. “ Don’t apologize for something you cannot control.”

He laid her back down on the bed, the two of them facing one another. It was at this point that Starscream felt as if he had interrupted something private, something he shouldn’t see – but the rain outside was growing stronger. The wind howling and shaking the trees.

Once she’d calm down, she raised a hand above the pillow. “ I didn’t know I was sick. But, if you had known earlier – will you still stay?”

“ I would.” He answered.

She narrowed her eyes.“ Even if it would hurt you?”

“ I would.”

His mirrored-self embraced her in a way that seemed so foreign – could he do that? Was he capable of really giving her that kind of security? That kind of comfort? Here, within these four walls, the war couldn't reach them. Here, in this far, distant memory coming from a life he could have had, she laid next to him as if she trusted him more than anyone.

She could have never done the same with him – yet this was him, wasn't it?

“ I wish we are luckier in another life.”

She murmured, eyes struggling to keep themselves open. He – his double, continued to rub comforting circles around her back. Under his metal fingers, her skin looked so pliant, so inviting. He nuzzled the column of her neck, arching into her touch.

He could crush her, hurt her – yet he didn’t.

Why? Starscream didn’t understand. Why, why, why, why –

“ Why?”

Once again, the scenery before them started to blur, fading into the next one. His mirrored-self ex-vented.

“ Why not ?”

Even after they’ve severed the psychic link, Starscream still finds himself going back to the memory. He could never forget the look Knockout had offered him. He could have handled the gloating or the disgust in his face. Yet everything about the medic screamed pity, and Starscream had to walk out of the room to stop himself from getting angry.

At what, he didn’t know.

His double had managed to escape. After three days of captivity, Mirror-Starscream was rescued by his team – Starscream scoffed bitterly, all that hassle, all that trouble, just to rescue one Mech? In this world, Megatron would have left him for scrap.

He let his hands fall to his sides.

He would have left him for scrap.

The warlord was indifferent to the incident, if not a little agitated with how they’ve managed to still return empty-handed. The Vehicons had initially gossiped about it, whispering to one another whenever he would pass down the halls. After a week, however, it died down – any talk about his second life vaporizing into thin air. Disappearing without a trace.

Starscream wished it was the same for his memories.

Yet, here he lay – awake at night in his berth, staring at the ceiling. If he closes his optics, he could hear the pitter-patter of the rain above the roof. He could hear her breathing, the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest. He could imagine her hands against his skin – warm. They would be very warm. Initially, whenever the thought would arise, he would push them away. He’d spent weeks running from it, only to find that he’s been going in circles – haunted by a memory that wasn’t even his to begin with.

What made it so appealing?

What could he possibly want from an organic? A filthy, weak, and incompetent organic? An organic whose tears he could not stop imagining, an organic whose eyes follow him everywhere he goes, an organic whose laughter crowded every space of his silence.

An organic, who is out there, unknowingly waiting for him.

“ I wish we are luckier in another life.”

He clenched his fists.

He stared at the datapad. At that time, he had caught a glance of her name written above what seemed to be a medical report. He had entered the syllables into a humans search engine, scrolling through the world wide web for her identity. He stared at her picture on a social platform – social media, they call it.

He groaned. What am I doing?

She was smiling. He noted. She looked healthy here.

But will it stay that way?

“ Even if it would hurt you?”

He stood by the roof of the Nemesis, feeling the clouds cluster oppressively around him. The onslaught of rain did nothing to deter his stance. He watched the storm below, observing the flash of lighting. Thunder followed not long after. The wind strong enough to faintly rock the ship.

 Just one look to quench your curiosity, he reasoned, just one look so you will stop thinking about her.

He turned off his comm-link, severing all communication with Soundwave. This should buy him some time, how long ? He doesn't know. Hopefully, it will be enough.

All he needed to do was jump, and somewhere below – inside a human home, you were waiting for him.

Pathetic. He thought - leaping off the platform.

A/N :  I hope this isn't too OOC, you can set the timeline anywhere you want - but I'd like to think it's somewhere around season 2. Don't hesitate to tell me what you guys think and correct my mistakes <3

AO3 Link : I’m searching low in the night 

[hiddendreamer67]

The Human Among Dragons (1/?)

Summary: Virgil grew up a human among dragons. Patton and Logan are his Draconian parents. He’s never known the human world. And though he knows HE is different, his clan is so accommodating that he has never felt inclined to leave. Then one day, a knight enters their territory.

Read more of my writing at @hiddendreamerwriting!

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Virgil wasn’t an idiot. He knew he was different. While the other fledgelings had scaly armor, Virgil’s skin was still soft and unprotected. While they grew wings, Virgil was left with just the same fleshy limbs he had been born with. Whenever Virgil was caught staring down at his body Patton would be quick to assure him that “you’re just a late bloomer, I’m sure they’ll grow in soon!” Well, at least Logan didn’t lie to him like that. Virgil didn’t even resemble a baby whelp, so why on earth would he have grown up to be a fledgeling? The idea was absurd. 

Still, despite his survival flaws, Virgil’s parents didn’t love him any less. The entire tribe was more than accommodating for their weakest member. Virgil guessed that had something to do with being the chief's son, but either way his dragon family had always been nothing but kind. 

The other fledgelings were never cruel. They would exclude him from activities at times, but only when it was physically impossible for Virgil to participate- indeed, no matter how hard Virgil tried he was not capable of flight. But the games on the ground were fun. Occasionally his cousins would even take pity on him and let him win the common wrestling bouts that broke out. Patton and Logan were always nervous onlookers, but after several dozen times of Virgil assuring his dads that he was fine the dragon parents stopped hovering (literally) and allowed Virgil to interact with others on his own.

“It will be good for him to gain social skills, Lo.” Patton had suggested softly, one night when they thought Virgil was fast asleep. “If he’s going to be stuck here, I… I want him to be happy.”

Virgil didn’t know what to think about Patton’s words. He was happy here. And what was this about being stuck? Sure Virgil knew better than to try and leave the mountainside on his own, but if he was ever feeling cooped up Virgil also knew Logan would fly him down anytime for another lesson on the world below. Most of the world, anyways.

“Why don’t we ever go east?” Virgil asked one time, clutching Logan’s scales as they soared through the air. Pressed up against Logan like this it was easy to tell when his father stiffened. 

“It’s dangerous.” Logan replied. “Human civilizations are no place for a dragon.”

That seemed like strange logic. Virgil had never met a human before, but he was a firm believer that dragons should be allowed to go anywhere and do anything. After all, Logan was a freaking dragon. A proper one, with fire and wings and scales. Nothing in the entire valley could ever stand up to him- so why did Logan seem afraid?

“Are you afraid of humans?” Virgil asked. 

Logan gave a small snort of air, and Virgil couldn’t tell what was so funny. “Not all of them.” Logan admitted. “Most humans are vile, selfish creatures, and in large groups can be quite a hassle. They take what isn’t theirs, and threaten anything that is different.”

Not for the first time Virgil was glad he was found by his draconian family. He couldn’t imagine what sort of horrible things humans would have done to a defenseless, disabled dragon like him.

“Not disabled.” Patton would remind him. “Just different.”

Which, of course, was just another way of saying Virgil was very bad at being a dragon. 

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When Virgil woke up is was with a strange feeling in his chest. Something’s wrong. His mind told him, like he was waking up from a nightmare without knowing what the danger had been. The whispered voices in the front of the cave certainly didn’t help. 

“-Scout says it’s almost here.” Logan explained, looking out into the distance. Even from here Virgil could see how his spines rose as a defense mechanism. “Everyone else has already flown out.”

“Are you certain we should do this?” Patton’s voice sounded pleading, and it set Virgil further on edge. “Perhaps we should fly out too... “

“I am the chief, it’s my duty to protect our lands.” Logan bristled. “I may be getting on in years but my intimidation tactics are as sharp as ever.”

“I know, but I don’t want you to go so far as to do something you’ll regret.” Patton winced.

“One is enough to send a sign to the others.” Logan spoke up. He shifted, chest puffed out further to display his superiority. “It’s kept them at bay for two decades, has it not?”

“Two decades ago we didn’t have Virgil.” Patton argued, and an uncomfortable silence overfell them both.

Virgil cleared his throat, not wanting to eavesdrop any longer. Both giant figures turned to him, looming over Virgil as he sat up and rubbed his eyes. “What’s happening?”

The elders shared a glance. “Nothing, Virgil.” Patton answered, nuzzling Virgil gently with his snout. “Go back to bed.”

“I’m not tired.” Virgil frowned, watching the way Logan tried to sneak out while Patton distracted him. “Hang on, you’re leaving again, aren’t you?”

Logan froze. “That’s none of your concern, Virgil.”

Virgil flinched at his father’s cold tone. Immediately Patton sent his partner a scolding glance, wrapping his body around Virgil in a protective manner. 

“I apologize.” Logan sighed, coming over to press his forehead against his mate in the form of an apology. He repeated the motion gently with Virgil. “It’s just, the situation is….”

“...complicated.” Patton finished Logan’s thought, realizing the chief was at a loss for words.

“Yes, thank you, Patton.” Logan smiled. “Things are complicated now.”

“Because of me?” Virgil guessed. 

“Of course not!” 

 “Only slightly.”

Their disagreement was enough of an answer for Virgil to know the truth.

“Because you’ve got to protect me.” Virgil realized quietly, looking down at his hands. His hands, so soft and pliable and useless. Every little side of the mountain was sharp enough to graze their surface. “Dads, I’m… I’m sorry.” 

“You have nothing to apologize for.” Patton insisted sternly, nuzzling even closer to Virgil. 

Logan looked down at his family, so perfectly content in their cave. He seemed to be contemplating something. “Perhaps you are correct, Patton.” Logan finally spoke. “I shall… attempt to have a more civil altercation.”

Before Virgil could ask who exactly Logan would be having a ‘civil altercation’ with, the question was answered for him by a loud presence announcing itself at the cave entrance.

“HAVE AT THEE, FOUL BEAST!” 

“Wha-? Hey!” Virgil protested, finding himself suddenly covered by Patton’s wing. What was going on? Why wouldn’t his dads let him see the intruder? The intruder who was definitely not a dragon, based on the way the voice lacked that familiar rumble. Then again, Virgil’s voice had never rumbled either.

“Strong words from the human who dares encroach on our lands.” Logan growled, so intense that Virgil almost didn’t recognize him as his father.

...a human? Virgil felt his blood run cold. 

“I am not the one encroaching.” The human scoffed, and Virgil heard some sort of shifting of metal. “You are the monsters, the ones invading our village.” 

“What!” Virgil shrieked, and in a fit of rage he was ready to take on the human himself, no matter his weaknesses. “Logan would never- MFPH!” Virgil’s cries were muffled as Patton pressed his wing against his mouth. Virgil struggled, trying to scramble over Patton’s scales to see who dared to threaten his dad. 

“Little one, I think you’re forgetting your place on the food chain.” Logan’s figure moved, looming further so that even as Virgil peeked out he couldn’t see the threat.

“Logan.” Patton’s tone held a sort of warning Virgil didn’t understand, but at least Patton was too distracted to push Virgil back under. After all, Virgil knew he was no match for Patton’s strength. 

“Stay back!” The human warned. “I will not hesitate to run you through with my blade, and spill both your blood among these rocks.”

“You will do no such thing.” Now Logan was livid, clearly just as furious as Virgil at the threat to his family members. “A puny thing like you should lack the audacity to address a specimen such as I with that tone- why, a single breath of flame will make your weapon meaningless once you’re burnt to a crisp. Or perhaps you’d rather get more personally acquainted with my razor teeth.” Logan sneered, putting them on full display.

“LOGAN!” Patton protested, standing up to get some height on his husband. Unfortunately, this brash action unsettled Virgil’s precarious spot, and with a yelp the young fleshling tumbled onto the open cave floor. 

Virgil groaned, rubbing at his head as he looked up. Both dads were staring at him, eyes wide and almost...guilty? Virgil turned to the cave entrance, finally getting a look at his first human. It was small, hardly the size of Logan’s forepaw. Instead of scaly armor, the human’s skin was soft and unprotected. It didn’t have wings, instead just a pair of fleshy limbs, one of which was holding up some sort of piece of metal. 

It...it looked just like Virgil.

“What?” Virgil’s voice was hardly a croak, trying to piece together what was happening even as his entire world view shattered.

“Aha!” The human gestured with its tool towards Virgil, and Logan put a clawed foot between them to protect his son. “I see you’ve even stooped so low as to take our kind for your own twisted horde. Don’t worry good sir, I shall rescue you in no time!”

“Wait, me? Rescue?” Virgil stood up, trying to understand as he searched the dragon’s gaze for any answers. Neither dad seemed eager to look him in the eye.

“My- prize is none of your concern.” Logan decided, pushing Virgil back with his wing even as Virgil tried to dig his feet into the ground. 

“Your prize?” Virgil spat, frustrated at the way nobody would give him answers. He didn’t like his dad’s demeaning tone, either.

“That’s it!” The human charged forwards, brandishing his weapon higher. “Have at thee!”

And just like that, all hell broke loose. The human slid beneath Logan, skirting his sharp blade against Logan’s vulnerable underside. Logan let out a roar so thunderous Virgil had to cover his ears, and it distracted him from the human charging closer. Virgil didn’t even have time to be afraid before Patton’s claws came out, batting the intruder across the room. The figure groaned, sword clattering to the ground as he hit the cave wall. 

“No!’ Virgil protested, but he wasn’t sure what exactly he was protesting.

“Logan, are you alright?” Patton hurried over to his mate, pressing his snout worriedly  against Logan’s side as the other curled up on the ground. Both of them seemed to have forgotten the human, who despite the bleeding claw marks across his chest was unsteadily getting to his feet. 

“Stop it.” Virgil growled, putting his hand up. The human stopped, but Virgil had a feeling it was more so because he heard his dads growling as well. He whirled around, putting both hands up now as he glared defiantly back at them. “You! You- stop it too!” 

“Get behind me.” The human instructed, pushing off the wall with a grunt.

“Like hell I’m doing that.” Virgil muttered, already nervous about turning his back to the human right now. Even if he was stupid enough in the head to defend their attacker, Virgil still had enough sanity to keep his distance.

“Virgil…” Logan spoke up, his voice pained. “I want you to come this way, slowly and carefully-”

“NO!” Virgil shouted, skittering back a few steps when Patton took a step forward. Tears of frustration welled up in his eyes. “Why- why does he look like me? What’s going on? What aren’t you telling me?”

“Virgil, please.” Patton pleaded, not coming closer. “Come back to us, kiddo.” 

Virgil jumped, a thump startling him so badly he almost bolted straight out of the cave. Virgil turned, seeing the human had collapsed face-first on the ground. “Oh that’s just great.” Virgil huffed, sneaking closer to investigate. It seemed the human was out cold. 

Virgil felt both parents' eyes on him, and he refused to back down. He was getting answers, one way or another, and that started with making sure this stupid human didn’t die on him.