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dragonnarrative-writes · 3 months ago

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Generative AI Is Bad For Your Creative Brain

In the wake of early announcing that their blog will no longer be posting fanfiction, I wanted to offer a different perspective than the ones I’ve been seeing in the argument against the use of AI in fandom spaces. Often, I’m seeing the arguments that the use of generative AI or Large Language Models (LLMs) make creative expression more accessible. Certainly, putting a prompt into a chat box and refining the output as desired is faster than writing a 5000 word fanfiction or learning to draw digitally or traditionally. But I would argue that the use of chat bots and generative AI actually limits - and ultimately reduces - one’s ability to enjoy creativity.

Creativity, defined by the Cambridge Advanced Learner’s Dictionary & Thesaurus, is the ability to produce or use original and unusual ideas. By definition, the use of generative AI discourages the brain from engaging with thoughts creatively. ChatGPT, character bots, and other generative AI products have to be trained on already existing text. In order to produce something “usable,” LLMs analyzes patterns within text to organize information into what the computer has been trained to identify as “desirable” outputs. These outputs are not always accurate due to the fact that computers don’t “think” the way that human brains do. They don’t create. They take the most common and refined data points and combine them according to predetermined templates to assemble a product. In the case of chat bots that are fed writing samples from authors, the product is not original - it’s a mishmash of the writings that were fed into the system.

Dialectical Behavioral Therapy (DBT) is a therapy modality developed by Marsha M. Linehan based on the understanding that growth comes when we accept that we are doing our best and we can work to better ourselves further. Within this modality, a few core concepts are explored, but for this argument I want to focus on Mindfulness and Emotion Regulation. Mindfulness, put simply, is awareness of the information our senses are telling us about the present moment. Emotion regulation is our ability to identify, understand, validate, and control our reaction to the emotions that result from changes in our environment. One of the skills taught within emotion regulation is Building Mastery - putting forth effort into an activity or skill in order to experience the pleasure that comes with seeing the fruits of your labor. These are by no means the only mechanisms of growth or skill development, however, I believe that mindfulness, emotion regulation, and building mastery are a large part of the core of creativity. When someone uses generative AI to imitate fanfiction, roleplay, fanart, etc., the core experience of creative expression is undermined.

Creating engages the body. As a writer who uses pen and paper as well as word processors while drafting, I had to learn how my body best engages with my process. The ideal pen and paper, the fact that I need glasses to work on my computer, the height of the table all factor into how I create. I don’t use audio recordings or transcriptions because that’s not a skill I’ve cultivated, but other authors use those tools as a way to assist their creative process. I can’t speak with any authority to the experience of visual artists, but my understanding is that the feedback and feel of their physical tools, the programs they use, and many other factors are not just part of how they learned their craft, they are essential to their art.

Generative AI invites users to bypass mindfully engaging with the physical act of creating. Part of becoming a person who creates from the vision in one’s head is the physical act of practicing. How did I learn to write? By sitting down and making myself write, over and over, word after word. I had to learn the rhythms of my body, and to listen when pain tells me to stop. I do not consider myself a visual artist - I have not put in the hours to learn to consistently combine line and color and form to show the world the idea in my head.

But I could.

Learning a new skill is possible. But one must be able to regulate one’s unpleasant emotions to be able to get there. The emotion that gets in the way of most people starting their creative journey is anxiety. Instead of a focus on “fear,” I like to define this emotion as “unpleasant anticipation.” In Atlas of the Heart, Brene Brown identifies anxiety as both a trait (a long term characteristic) and a state (a temporary condition). That is, we can be naturally predisposed to be impacted by anxiety, and experience unpleasant anticipation in response to an event. And the action drive associated with anxiety is to avoid the unpleasant stimulus.

Starting a new project, developing a new skill, and leaning into a creative endevor can inspire and cause people to react to anxiety. There is an unpleasant anticipation of things not turning out exactly correctly, of being judged negatively, of being unnoticed or even ignored. There is a lot less anxiety to be had in submitting a prompt to a machine than to look at a blank page and possibly make what could be a mistake. Unfortunately, the more something is avoided, the more anxiety is generated when it comes up again. Using generative AI doesn’t encourage starting a new project and learning a new skill - in fact, it makes the prospect more distressing to the mind, and encourages further avoidance of developing a personal creative process.

One of the best ways to reduce anxiety about a task, according to DBT, is for a person to do that task. Opposite action is a method of reducing the intensity of an emotion by going against its action urge. The action urge of anxiety is to avoid, and so opposite action encourages someone to approach the thing they are anxious about. This doesn’t mean that everyone who has anxiety about creating should make themselves write a 50k word fanfiction as their first project. But in order to reduce anxiety about dealing with a blank page, one must face and engage with a blank page. Even a single sentence fragment, two lines intersecting, an unintentional drop of ink means the page is no longer blank. If those are still difficult to approach a prompt, tutorial, or guided exercise can be used to reinforce the understanding that a blank page can be changed, slowly but surely by your own hand.

(As an aside, I would discourage the use of AI prompt generators - these often use prompts that were already created by a real person without credit. Prompt blogs and posts exist right here on tumblr, as well as imagines and headcannons that people often label “free to a good home.” These prompts can also often be specific to fandom, style, mood, etc., if you’re looking for something specific.)

In the current social media and content consumption culture, it’s easy to feel like the first attempt should be a perfect final product. But creating isn’t just about the final product. It’s about the process. Bo Burnam’s Inside is phenomenal, but I think the outtakes are just as important. We didn’t get That Funny Feeling and How the World Works and All Eyes on Me because Bo Burnham woke up and decided to write songs in the same day. We got them because he’s been been developing and honing his craft, as well as learning about himself as a person and artist, since he was a teenager. Building mastery in any skill takes time, and it’s often slow.

Slow is an important word, when it comes to creating. The fact that skill takes time to develop and a final piece of art takes time regardless of skill is it’s own source of anxiety. Compared to @sentientcave, who writes about 2k words per day, I’m very slow. And for all the time it takes me, my writing isn’t perfect - I find typos after posting and sometimes my phrasing is awkward. But my writing is better than it was, and my confidence is much higher. I can sit and write for longer and longer periods, my projects are more diverse, I’m sharing them with people, even before the final edits are done. And I only learned how to do this because I took the time to push through the discomfort of not being as fast or as skilled as I want to be in order to learn what works for me and what doesn’t.

Building mastery - getting better at a skill over time so that you can see your own progress - isn’t just about getting better. It’s about feeling better about your abilities. Confidence, excitement, and pride are important emotions to associate with our own actions. It teaches us that we are capable of making ourselves feel better by engaging with our creativity, a confidence that can be generalized to other activities.

Generative AI doesn’t encourage its users to try new things, to make mistakes, and to see what works. It doesn’t reward new accomplishments to encourage the building of new skills by connecting to old ones. The reward centers of the brain have nothing to respond to to associate with the action of the user. There is a short term input-reward pathway, but it’s only associated with using the AI prompter. It’s designed to encourage the user to come back over and over again, not develop the skill to think and create for themselves.

I don’t know that anyone will change their minds after reading this. It’s imperfect, and I’ve summarized concepts that can take months or years to learn. But I can say that I learned something from the process of writing it. I see some of the flaws, and I can see how my essay writing has changed over the years. This might have been faster to plug into AI as a prompt, but I can see how much more confidence I have in my own voice and opinions. And that’s not something chatGPT can ever replicate.

#fandom and ethics #writing meta #anti ai #creativity #mental health #dragonnarrativewrites essays

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fanged-fanfics · 5 months ago

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Hello! If it's not too much to ask, can you do the TFP Decepticons with a femme Cybertronian [(S/O) or platonic] that's like Rouge The Bat from Sonic? In terms of personality and her being a thief?

☆ Stolen Sparks — TFP Decepticons x Fem Reader HCs ☆

Genre: Fluff || she/her pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

A/N: There's more than just Megatron in the post I promise I'm just using him as the fic image cause I couldn't find a picture with all the Decepticons I included 😭

──────.𖥔 ݁ ˖˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ──────

Megatron:

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Despite his attempts, Megatron could never seem to track you down for long. You kept evading his notice, working as a rogue and stealing from whoever you please. It annoyed him at first... but he found his feelings shifting

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He was intrigued by you before long. What did you want for, were you working for someone else or purely yourself? A faction of thieves, maybe? He became determined to get to know you

ᯓᡣ𐭩 To your surprise, he could out-maneuver you. Turns and tricks that usually worked would get you caught, and you found yourself intrigued above all else. Though you loved to give up a chase, you couldn't resist humoring his conversation

ᯓᡣ𐭩 If he were being honest, it was more than just your efficiency to fulfill your own gain that pulled him in. It was the glances, the claws you'd trail against his plating, the flirting. It consumed his processor entirely, and he felt a drive to be close to you because of it, to experience it all over again every day

Starscream:

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Starscream was a bit harder to charm, he saw you as a direct threat to his reign and someone who could bring down what he's been working so hard to build

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Your cooing and little snarky comments made him irritated the most, and he was determined to find a way to stop your meddling. He talked about you constantly, always thinking about your next move, and always thinking of you over the littlest things

ᯓᡣ𐭩 It took some external prodding from Knockout for him to come to the sudden realization that he'd become infatuated with you. He couldn't help it, but he had no idea how it managed to sneak up on him. How you so effortlessly stole his spark like you'd done to countless treasures

ᯓᡣ𐭩 It wasn't long before you could pick on him about fumbling in battles and suddenly losing what little composer he had. He just couldn't focus anymore, because now when you got in his face to tease, all he could think of was the proximity of your frames

Soundwave:

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You thought it a fun challenge to see if you could get some sort of reaction out of the notoriously stoic Decepticon, but he never once spoke a word to you, no matter how many little jabs you gave him

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He spoke more with actions. He always knew your next move, and had plenty of Cassettes to set you back if you got out of line or threatened Megatron's cause. Other than that, he seemed more passive towards you

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You were surprised when you began finding trinkets and treasures being practically gifted to you. They were left out in obvious spots around your usual stops, and sometimes you'd catch a glimpse of the Officer warding off other bots who tried to pick them up before you

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You would start back up chatting at Soundwave, noting the little signs he gave in body language and his gifts that he'd been paying attention to your preferences. He didn't respond to any flirting outwardly, but definitely never shied away from your words

Shockwave:

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The logical but completely amoral, getting ahead of Shockwave was nearly impossible. He didn't rise to any of your bait, disabled any traps, and even mocked back when you goaded him

ᯓᡣ𐭩 With his unyielding stoicism, you were more than a little convinced that you were always the winner of your little play-fights, since he seemed to completely miss any hint you threw at him

ᯓᡣ𐭩 What you learned after he won a small scuffle between you two is you weren't the only one playing this little game. Intellectual challenges are where Shockwave excelled, and him letting you win was to prolong this habit you shared, of challenging the other into doing their best

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You both agree to mutually maintain this system for as long as possible, chasing each other in this friendly war of tactics that honestly has made you feel closer to the scientist than ever, especially when he reciprocates your sly remarks

Airachnid:

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Running into the spidery fembot was a dangerous bet— you'd heard plenty about what she was capable of, and you always tried to keep on your best wits when around anything she considered her territory

ᯓᡣ𐭩 When Airachid inevitably did catch you, she was surprisingly not keen on the though of tearing you apart. Instead, she told you all the potential she saw in you, and all the success you two could have when working together

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Whether you agree or deny, she's always in your plans from that day forth. Either by aiding your work and complimenting your efficiency, or by undermining your plans the same way you always do to others

ᯓᡣ𐭩 In cooperation or opposition, you two are evenly matched. Airachnid knows how to trip you up, and you know how to evade her fangs. No matter what you pick, she finds you alluring, and desires to someday have you as her own little treat

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voidsuites · 7 months ago

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ARTRICK BOT RELEASE !!! (11/13/24) ⌢⠀ 🎾 .ᐟ

art donaldson ・゜゜・．coach's orders. you’re art’s newest player— an up-and-coming name in the tennis world— but you’re stubborn and prone to working yourself to the bone in the name of the game. tashi would’ve loved you if she’d gotten her hands on you first, but you’re here with him, on his private backyard court, listening to his advice about your game and ultimately, your career. and damnit, art’s not going to take that for granted (even if it means pushing the delicate boundaries between an athlete and their coach). you’ve got to learn how to relax, and art’s not opposed to bending you over the net if that’ll fix things.

art donaldson ・゜゜・．lesson planning. it’s your first year having a hands-on role in building out and finalizing the curriculum for the middle school english department, but your focus has been equally split between what books your kids are going to read and the head of the english department himself, mr. donaldson. you’d been wary to accept such a high responsibility in the first place, but he’d insisted that you help him review the materials during prep week, and you'd never say no to art… even if it means awkwardly dancing around the fact that you’re both clearly into one another— oh, and that he’s finally taken off his wedding ring.

art and patrick ・゜゜・．night of the living frat! it really should be sacrilegious that sigma chi’s hosting a costume party just a week after halloween, but none of the brothers had been able to resist yet another party before finals overtook the rest of the semester. besides— who passes up a chance to dress up and drink? the music’s loud, the drinks are a-flowin’, and you’d never be able to tell that tonight isn’t halloween. no one’s the wiser… which only makes it harder for art and patrick to keep their hands to themselves and their heads out of the gutter when you eventually materialize. hopefully they can convince you to stay the night… if they can remember how to share first.

patrick zweig ・゜゜・．mr. z. everyone loves mr. zweig— or “mr. z” as the students like to call him— and as the newest teacher amongst the faculty ranks, he’s quick to make nice and befriend everyone, including you. normally, you’d normally be skeptical of a washed-up pro tennis player coming to fill in the vacant gym teacher position, but you instead find yourself spending more time with patrick and enjoying yourself. it’s only a matter of time before you realize that lines are blurring and that whatever is going on between you both is way more than a friendship between fellow teachers coworkers.

patrick zweig ・゜゜・．shopping spree. frequent trips to the high-end side of the city had never been your sort of thing thing, but now that you’re dating patrick they’ve become a weekly occurrence. you never leave empty-handed, and it’s always on his dime (at his insistence, of course, it’s all chump change to him anyway). who cares about the staring you two get when he totes you and your purchases of the day around the city?— he’s the one that gets to go about his business with you on his arm. everyone else is just lucky he just can’t help showing you off while he does.

got a request? go ahead and leave em here :) THANK YOU GUYS SO SO MUCH FOR FOR 5.2K AND 2 MIL+ CHATS! this is actually insanity i don't even know what to say or how to feel but thank you thank you 😭😭😭😭😭😭 challengers brainrot has struck again (big surprise) these are all mostly aus— the art and pat teacher bots (lesson planning + mr. z) are based off of headcanons by dearest mars (the lovely @saintzweig) and the shopping spree pat bot is based off of the moodboard by my true love @diyasgarden !!! please please please please please give my lovely moots a follow bc without them (and everyone else) i would not have any ideas and you all would just be subjected to the whistling wind that blows in my head when nothing is going on in there (which happens often!) love love LOVE you guys for real i am so grateful for all of the support and giggles that we all have <33333333333

#c.ai creator #voidsuites bots #art donaldson #art donaldson x reader #art donaldson bot #patrick zweig #patrick zweig x reader #patrick zweig bot #artrick #artrick x reader #artrick bot #c.ai #bot reqs #character ai #challengers #challengers x reader #challengers 2024 #challengers 2024 bots

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megtrns · 6 months ago

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Hello! Wanted to start off and say how much I love your writing, and it's awesome you feel able to do it again. Thank you, and I hope you're having a good day!!!

Secondly, if your inbox isn't too full already, could I maybe request a little scenario of idw megs receiving a painting from a secret admirer so to speak? It's not exactly hard to find out who made it, doing a painting at cybertronian scale is a huge undertaking for a human, and would likely require some assistance (something i doubt would stay secret for long), but, despite their usual spunkiness, the human just got a little too nervous to gift it directly.

a/n : hi dear, thank you so much for the sweet message, i'm glad to hear you enjoy my writing ! i hope you're having a good day too. i hope i do justice to your request because it was so fun to write for <3

florence. megatron / gn!reader. sfw !

You once told him a story about a (rumoured) condition in which people, when confronted with profound artworks, are seized by a range of mysterious symptoms—from mild dizziness to falling to their knees, with some even fainting—the Florence syndrome, as they called it. A strange and rare phenomenon in which one crumbles at the sight of intense beauty.

Megatron is aware of your passion for art. Your hands are often smudged with ink or paint whenever he sees you, dried flecks of grey and red adorning your forearms. Once, you had infamously splashed an entire bucket of paint over Rodimus, pleading to your captain that it was not premeditated. That he just had the spoiled luck of entering your makeshift art studio while you were 'experimenting'.

Work for you above the Lost Light was scarce, and in space, the days all blur into one — long and seemingly endless, no one stopped you from indulging in your hobbies. You had a range of artistic passions, but one Megatron finds curious: painting, both the act and the result of the action. The technique is different from what they did back on Cybertron. And Megatron cannot remember the last time he saw one, denied of such privileges as someone forged for the mines (and by the time he could roam the streets freely, there weren't many buildings left for him to set foot in. Regrettably, he made sure of that.)

He has seen you do it before, wrist moving in delicate concentration, guiding liquid paint — which he learned to be particles of pigment suspended in a drying oil — across a white canvas. You made it look effortless, like a dance you perform for yourself, one he privately wishes he could see more often. But these days, you were being secretive, often excusing yourself away from your usual table at Swerves to return to your studio, where the windows were tinted so that not even sly, conniving mechs like Whirl could peek inside. Everyone assumed you needed the solitude; living in a ship with over a hundred rowdy bots can overwhelm a person. So he lets you go to tend to your latest project, disappointed that even when suspended in space, the time you two shared passes so quickly.

He would be lying to himself to say that he wasn't curious, going as far as surprising himself by feeling jealous at the sight of Ultra Magnus and Fortress Maximus walking out of the studio — idly chatting in the hallway as if they hadn't just entered what is (currently) known as the most secretive place aboard the whole ship. Even Rodimus had thrown a fit at the rumour that the two point-one-percenters had seen your latest painting before he did, and Megatron was somewhat relieved that the former Prime acted as a distraction, afraid that you saw right through him, past his armour and down to his envy.

Until he sees the painting in front of his hab-suite, leaning against the door.

His servos twitched to touch, optics widening at the sight.

It was him.

You've painted him as he is, iron and silver, standing proudly under the light. His eyes red like a rising sun. It was almost like staring into the mirror, yet his image was looking away from the viewer — both he and the audience acting as discreet observers. But there was a sudden, slow pulling at his spark when he realised that even when he's not smiling in the portrait, you made him look kind. Gentle.

And the ex-warlord didn't know how to feel aside from astonishment. Is this how you see him? That despite his marred and ugly history, you see art in him ?

When he saw you the next day, optics skimming the crowd to land on a pair of nervous eyes, Megatron didn't even notice he was smiling — a small, rare gesture that had you blushing so beautifully.

You tried to act as if the painting wasn't from you, dismissing his 'thank yous' and shrugging it off with both hands in your pocket (as if Ultra Magnus and Fortress Maximus had not admitted to being the one to carry you above their open palms for hours so you could reach the corners of the giant canvas.) Megatron, however, doesn't need a confession. He didn’t miss the satisfied grin you tried to hide when you saw the painting in his room, clearly cherished by the way it hung right where he could see it at all times.

Megatron has barely received anything in his life worth treasuring, but this painting was almost like a silent admission — intimate, sweet, something so far removed from what he thought was possible in his life.

So yes, he has heard of people trembling and shaking at the sight of grandiose paintings, going so far as to weep and collapse. Megatron couldn't understand it until he pictured you standing in the middle of your studio, neck craned to admire your portrayal of him — the vision enough to make his processor spin.

#he tries to be nonchalant but he's not lol #megatron #megatron x reader #mtmte #transformers #maccadam #the lost light #more than meets the eye #transformers idw #reader inserts

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monarchberrysblog · 1 year ago

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𝔭𝔲𝔱𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔩𝔞𝔪𝔢𝔰 𝔬𝔲𝔱

18+ Fireman! Miguel O’Hara x Chubby! Fem! Reader

Summary: After being hired into Station 29 and dealing with the fires in Nueva York, Miguel experiences soft and sweet love after saving someone from a burning building.

Trigger Warning ⚠️: Chubby! Female! Reader, soft fluff shit-- Miguel is 25, and the reader is 21 (a bit of an age gap). Mean? Dom! Miguel, words of affirmation, size difference got me like 😋. (OOC MIGUEL, JUST THROWING THAT OUT THERE)

Word Count: <1.0k words

Author’s Note: HEAR ME OUT PLS— This came to mind after chatting with a bot on character.ai. (original, I know) It makes me sad that the Miguel hype has been slowly dying down, but I will write about my husband until my obsession dies. (it's never going to die; please save me.) Also, if you see minors like this, please let me know 😗

Who knew that getting fucked into a mattress by the fireman who saved you from a burning building was the answer to all of life’s problems?

He slid his fingers out of you, then trailed said fingers up to your throat, soon lightly grasping onto your throat. The hold was firm but wasn't enough to choke anyone out. "You okay?" You glanced at him and could imagine the mess you left behind on his bedsheets. "…yeah." You gasped at him before you swallowed dryly and squirmed.

"Looks like you had some fires to put out." He chuckled, seeing the evident clear, slick against the silky bedsheets that were probably worth more than your weekly grocery shopping list. "I'm sorry." You whined to him. "No, no. It's okay, baby…" He gave your thigh a reassuring pat with his free hand. After patting your thigh, he moved his hand away from your throat and grasped onto the fat of your thigh. "Spread open for me…"

The sound of him unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants is enough to make your mouth salivate in instinct by simply hearing the metal of his belt clink. “Every time I jerk off,” He pauses momentarily, but he continues when you feel a bulbous tip lightly tap at your fluttering entrance. “I think about how you taste, and I never last.”

A barely audible moan escapes from you, arching your back against the mattress. “Shh, shh, it's okay.” Miguel slowly pushes himself into you, taking the time to savor your wet, moist, gummy walls. “My god, you're so tight. Take deep breaths for me, okay?” The stretch of his girth is enough to drive anyone wild. With a shaky breath, you nodded, laid back on the bed, and relaxed. An audible groan from the back of your throat before it became a guttural groan deep from you diaphragm. “I know it hurts, I know…” He cooed to you.

It took all of his willpower not to hump you like an animal in heat. Instead, he allowed his tip to stay in your entrance. He brought his lips to your ear, whispering sweet nothings while you felt yourself getting stuffed more than a turkey on a Thanksgiving dinner. You propped yourself up on your elbows, just to see the sight below you. “You like to see? How dirty.”

He patted your fupa lovingly before he pushed down on the soft tummy. You took in deep breaths, trying to get him to fit in. “There we go. Can you see how you're taking my cock? You're taking it well…” The sound of a small queef filled the space, interrupting Miguel, causing you to hide your face with a nearby pillow, embarrassed of the noise. “It's okay, neña. It's cute.” You slowly peeked from the pillow, and you could see Miguel fighting demons in his soul to not laugh at the flatulent noise when he sunk himself in. “It's not funny, Miguel.” You huffed, feeling embarrassed. “No, it's not,” At this point, if Miguel dared to look at you, he would have started to laugh, but he didn't.

A groan escaped, feeling the sweet, delicious burn his girth offered. “Good girl,” He groaned before he got a hold of your hand. Miguel uses his free hand to move his hand from your fupa to grab onto the bed's headboard. “Look at you, eagerly moving down already. Don't overwhelm yourself, sweetheart.” He lightly quipped before a sharp inhale between his teeth broke his words. “Slow down there, baby…” You squirmed your hips down, and the delicious burn subsided to pleasure as a loud moan escaped from you, and Miguel let out a loud groan. “Ay, I told you to slow down, baby…” Ignoring Miguel’s wishes, you continued to sink into his length, enjoying how the vein on his length brushed against your puffy clit so slowly and deliciously.

“Ya te dije,” He shoved his entire length into you, nearly slamming you against the headboard. A loud whine filled his apartment, feeling his red, angry, bulbous tip kiss at your cervix. “Ya te dije, más lento.” The man firmly demanded. “It's what I want, not what you want.”

A few shaky breaths, along with a couple of forehead kisses, had you settled down on his length and wanted to continue. A whine escaped from you while you squirmed underneath him. Your pleading wasn't contributing to the situation well. “Please…” You pleaded. “Give me a minute…” Miguel strained out, slowly moving out and pushing himself back in. “Give me a minute, baby…” It was a chore for Miguel to be dominant when you made him fold in half like a lawn chair by seeing you slowly inching down on his length with such zealous energy.

The sight of the fireman who saved you from a burning building and is significantly taller than you got weak in the knees by being knees deep in your cooch. After a couple of moments and of you fluttering against his length, he slowly sunk inside of you and started to grind his tip against your cervix. A white ring began to form attached to the base of his cock, meaning that your juices and his precum have mixed and are already dripping off his length and onto the bed sheets underneath the two of you. The grinding soon turned into him thrusting his length entirely at a steady, slow pace.

His hands moved away from the headboard and gasp onto the back of your thighs. “I'm going to push your legs back a bit. Is that okay?” He groaned, keeping his pace the same. “Yeah…” You moaned out, feeling his push down be pinned down to the bed, not allowing you to see how he was moving. You tried your best to see him moving inside of you but gave up after you couldn't. “You wanted to keep seeing? Qué cochina.”

“I'll give you a sight to see…”

If you saw any errors, no, you didn't. This is the first smut I've written in a while 😭

#miguel o'hara #miguel smut #atsv miguel #miguel x reader #miguel ohara smut #miguel spiderman #across the spiderverse #miguel x y/n #miguel fanfic #miguel ohara fanfiction #miguel x you

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solar4seekstron · 8 months ago

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Chapter 1: No Matter What

Transformers One x reader: Awakening Chapter One

Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six

Transformers One x Cybertronian!GN!Reader

Introduction Movie Masterlist

Following the Reader go on the large adventure of our heroes create their own path.

Trigger Warning: 16+(?), Some harassment, bit of assault not too sexual, Long aft chapter, we don’t meet B yet :(. So far that’s all.

(In this story the reader is Cybertronian and gender neutral. Going by they/them but you can imagine it’s your preferred pronouns if you wish. Be sure to not harass and bully anyone in the comments. Everyone is free to make their own opinion. The story will sort of be yandere-ish because that’s just fun if I’m being honest. Nothing too sexual but I’ll put it up for 16+. The characters to the reader are super affectionate as the reader is a little affectionate at times being a little more collected. The reader is cogless in the story and like I said the story is a little yandere-ish which means EVERYONE WANTS THE READER HAHAHAHAHA! At the end there will be a two parter. My plan with either the reader goes to join D-16 or OP and elite and Bee. lol making the three have to share you still but D would get the reader all to himself after leaving lmao. But for the ending with the three there will be secret 3 parts of the reader choosing them and becoming a couple at the end. Also no the reader isn’t being a ho. They're just really nice and slowly grow feelings. You can decide who they grow feelings for and who they grow to respect and care for more as a friend. I’m just having some fun at this point lol. I plan to release

6 chapters every Tuesday and yes they will be long so sorry if any of you don’t like long chapters.

The Reader. I want them to be pretty tall and their alt mode is going to be a helicopter. So think much of them like Drift from TF4 and they use swords as well. Compared to Orion and D they’re as tall as like that seen where it’s D and sentinel. They be the same height as D and D and Orion are the size of sentinel. Hope that makes sense. So they’re that same height with and before getting a cog. Their armor color is up to you like their gender as well as which ending you choose for them. You a B simp there is an ending for him like the others you simps lol.

I hope you all enjoy and will love the support as I keep continuing to write this series fiction. Well my first fiction planning to write more after it being transformers or other franchises….ok enjoy Imma go to bed)

The story begins on the planet Cybertron. A planet that’s a whole world of transformation. The story carries through the underground of the planet with buildings of a large city. Tall buildings hanging upside down over the city that stands up.

The story would go to the ground where the miners section, as other Cybertronians were chatting before going to work. A certain bot would walk through the halls and past others greeting them with a warm smile as they make their way to a certain gray bot who was admiring some of his stickers of his biggest idol. The bot would put their hands behind their back as they sneakily come up behind D-16 and whisper, making him jump a bit.

”So?-“ Soon on reflex D turns around and swings a punch at them being started. Y/N easily catches his fist with a soft smile and continues their question.

“How’s the collection coming along D?” They say with a little grin. Still holding his fist.

”Oh! Y/N! Sorry, I kinda just zoned out- Ya- ya know.”

“Oh I’m aware. I admire it too when I pass by you know.”

”Oh yeah- I-I mean, really? I wouldn’t have them if Orion didn’t go out most times. Just wish it didn’t have me saving his aft all the damn time before though.”

”You and I both D. But what can we do?” They say as they put their hand on the side of his shoulder and look at the collection admiring them. D glancing at them for a short moment.

”Beat him?” He says after a second. A cute grin on his face as he looked at them

”D!” They gently push his shoulder and smile.

”What I’m kidding. Ehh, sorta.” The two chuckled joking with each other as they looked at eachother then at D collection. The speakers in the miners section would speak telling the minors it’s time for their shift. D would then sigh and stretch his arms, flexing a bit to show off in front of Y/N. They just rolled their eyes and put a hand on Ds shoulder and starts walking with him as they walked towards the cart and start putting the tools for work before walking out with the others making their way to the train. D pushing the cart as Y/N walks close next to him.

Meanwhile~

The story then leads to a tower hanging on the top of the underground with the others as it shows a Cybertronian climbing and sneaking through a vent from the outside. Carefully landing in silence as he kneels down before red lasers on the ground. Him taking a closer look before looking around and then standing up. Stepping carefully towards his targeted direction. He then starts looking over a shelf with different records searching for a sort of recording chip.

”All right, lets see what we got here.” He says as he picks up a chip. Then walks to a table for the chips to show a recording.

”Seen it. Seen it.” He lets out a sigh as he walked and looked over the ships. “What’s this about?” He asks himself as he then puts the chip down on the table. After the records would start playing but it was a bit messed up being at its old age. The recording will repeat no as Orion would tell it to shush as he tries hitting the buttons.Causing one of the security bots to awaken and turn on floating in the air to find the source. Orion would then get the bright idea to take the chip out to shut it up and look behind him with worry in his eyes as he looked out for anything robot. He would then look back at the chip in his hand and gently blow on it before setting it back. The recording would start to work right.

”Ah, Here we go.” Orion says with joy.

”At the dawn of time. Years ago. There was our gracias and powerful creator. Primus. To protect our universe, he sacrificed his life for us. Transforming his life for us, transforming himself into our planet Cybertron. From within Cybertrons core birthed the first transformers known as the primes. The most powerful transformers appointed to lead future generations. To assist them primus created an entity of great power. The matrix of leadership”

”Matrix, there it is. Ok good. Come on. Keep going” Orion says un aware of the bot coming towards him.

”With the matrix in the primes possession. Cybertrons natural power source, energon. Flowed in abundance. Sustaining life across-“ The recording Continues as the small robot patrols and soon notices Orion. Orion was still watching the recording as he awaited the answer he’s searching for.

“Attention! Unauthorized movement detected at the archived vault. Sector J3.” The snitch robot says to other Cybertronianss with cogs.

“K to K 12 to K to K 1. Perching archives in 10 seconds.” A Cybertronian says with another as the two rocket shoes help them go faster to their intended location.

”For generations, there was peace and prosperity until the matrix of leadership was lost. Causing energon to no longer flow.” The recording says before turning off.

“Ugh, why does every leg and about the matrix end right there?” He sighs before looking in his arm. “One of these has to say what happened.”

“Halt. Criminal. Prepare to be contained”

”Uhh Iiiii”

”Prepare to be contained.”

”Prepare to conta-“ Orion would then punch it very hard after putting his fists up.

He would then run down the hall to where he came in from but the two guards who were warned about him made it in time to stop him. He would then turn the corner trying to escape still.

“Freeze!”

“Get Down!”

“Oh! Well! Hello guys! Yeah! I’m so glad you’re here. Which way is the exit? I must’ve taken a wrong turn.” He chuckles as he walks backwards.

“It’s that defective mining bot. Oreon Pix.”

”Orion Pax.”

”Who cares! We told you to never come back here!”

”Why are we all yelling guys?” He chuckles nervously.

”We are going to smash you!”

”Hold on. Whoa whoa hold on. No need for violence. How about this? I run away. You chase me. We play that game. Huh? Come on. You’re bigger, faster. It’ll be fun.”

”He doesn’t have a cog. Lets give him a head start.”

”Why not? It’s not like he can transform.”

”Oh yeah? Well watch this!” He would then fake a transformer ion to trick the two bigger bots before quickly turning around and running away getting a head start. Leaving the two mad as they both now chase after him.

“Get him!!”

Orion would then run through the archives and do a few stunts along the way. Jumping up and pulling a part of the ceiling down behind him causing it to fall on one of the bots. As he runs he then slides down on the floor as he keeps running looking for somewhere or something to use to escape. The two bots on his tail.

“I uh need something to find. Uh something to find.” He then spotted another bot for the archives.

Stealing the bot and carrying it in his arms as he kept running. The two bots are still chasing him. One of them would then transform mid air into his lt mode. Orion looking back seeing him would then run faster to the window. Jumping into it without hesitation. Orion would then be falling at very tall heights still holding the small robot with his hand. Hitting and shaking the bot to work

”Start!. Come on.” It would then work to help Orion stay in the air a bit as he hanged on.

Soon causing him to go into mid air traffic. Causing him to sort of get hit and him spinning with the bot. He would then hit a wall of a building causing him to let go and fall once more. Sliding down on the roofs of the building and making a fast jump to another one next door. Luckily catching it with his arms and climbing back on top. Noticing the two bots now on his tail again he fully got up and started running for a door.

”Haha. So long suck-“ He would then fall in a room full of Cybertronians speaking to each other. All having their cogs. He would land on a table breaking it and a bunch of energon placed there now around and a bit on him. All of them stare at him and he gets up taking a few energon with him

”Oh energon. Evening everyone. Pardon me.”

As he continued running he would slide off the floor again dropping some energon. Running into a crowd of other cybertronians with their cogs as a few would keep walking and others notice him making a run for it. He would continue to eat small pieces of energon off the floor as he kept running. He continues to run to where the other minors are as he bumps into other bigger Cybertronians who are surprised to see him. He would then notice the train and soon jump off a cliff right onto the train. landing on it causing the others inside to look up and see him.

”Oh it’s Orion.”

”Seriously?”

Orion would then keep running on the train. Once it’s at a complete stop he soon jumps off and continues to run getting closer to the doors for the minors as other minors are walking out. But the two bots would soon catch up and land in front of him, transforming. Orion then stopped to catch his breath.

“Ok. Hey fellas. Thanks for the head start. Wanna give me another one?”

”You’re dead!”

”I’ll take that as a no.” Orion says as he walks backwards again as the two bots get closer and closer now, more angry than ever. But then someone bumps a cart into one of the bots.

”Hey watch where you’re going you-oh nooo” D would then pretend to be surprised as he looked up at the two with his hands up.

”What did you say no cog?” The bot says to D.

”Sorry sir. I didn’t mean you. I was referring to the bot who was behind you.”

”What? Where he go?”

D would then start putting the tools needed back in the cart as he continues to speak to the bots. Helping Orion to escape.

“The filthy red and blue bot? Has a big mouth, squeaky joints, and gives off a carota metallic stench.”

”Where is he?!”

”He went that way.” D would then point to the right direction lying to the bots.

”When I get my hands on him!” The two then leave to the direction searching for Orion again among the many minor bots.

D would start walking to the train, getting on and standing at the other side.

*On the train-

Y/N and Elita were in the train already waiting for the train to start. The two stood. Elita speaking to another while Y/N looked out the window. Curious it’s in their eyes as they also look at the towers above. As they continued to look, Elita would turn and look at them. They sigh and look back down. Elita would dismiss her friend and walk to be next to Y/N looking out the window as well. Elita would then speak. Her hands down.

”So today is quite the day. I’ll finally get my promotion. I’m uhh- a little nervous.”

Elita was sort of lying feeling more confident. But she got nervous around them so much but did a good job not showing it too much. Y/N would then turn their body a bit as they looked at her with a soft smile.

”Elita you’ll do great. I believe in you. You’re a great leader and Sentinel is surely to notice.”

The train would start moving. Elita couldn’t help but smile as she glanced at them. She would then stutter on her words that are almost noticeable.

”O-oh you really believe so?” Her hand almost reached for theirs.

Y/N would then brightly smile and wrap that very hand and arm around her shoulders bringing her a bit closer. Elita caught herself as she then looked at them once at the same height. Their arms are still around her.

”I know it is. If anyone can do it. It’s you.”

Elita would visibly relax then. She would then get the confidence to put her hand on their shoulder as a smile is set on her lips.

”Thank you.” There was a moment of silence.

”And hey if it means you go to bigger places. Imagine! You’ll be an icon to all minors, not just me and the others close to you. Just don’t forget us. Dont forget me yeah?”

Elita would stare at them with soft optics as she stood up a little straight as she noticed they’re getting closer to the mines.

”You’re with me and a way better team than the last one.”

This made them really smile and look back up the window as it slowly gets dark. Them getting in the mines.

*Orion and D-

D was on the train as he nodded to another bot passing by

”Alright, all clear”

Orion would then pop out catching one of the tools from falling as he then would speak to D.

”Ok D-16 I may be a little rusty but carota that is too far. And where’s Y/N??”

”Elita had them join her earlier. To make sure the other miners aren’t going to mess up her promotion.” D would then sigh. Orion almost seemed disappointed like Ds face was. But they weren’t looking at each other.

”Let me guess. Checked out of the Archives?”

”Yeah. I had to jump out a window this time. Almost died. It was wild.”

”And digging through ancient data is worth dying for?”

”Yes it is.” He would say to the both of them as he then falls.

”I need a new best friend.” D groans as he then kneels down to help him.

“If there are clues in our recorded history that can help locate the matrix of leadership they’re in the archives. Trust-”

”Sentinel Prime. Thee sentinel prime is up on the surface. Right now. Is risking his life for us in search of the matrix. That’s-“

”Exactly what I’m doing! But I’m trying to help him!”

”Yeah. Oh oh ok.”

”The sooner energon flows again the sooner we won't have to mine for it. Don’t you wanna choose your own path. Do whatever you want?”

Orion would then leave against the cart as D will have both arms on the cart.

”We’re miners. We mine. That’s all”

”No, there's got to be something more I can do. I can feel it.”

”Oh yeah? Like the time that you had a feeling you could transform without a cog?”

”You said you were never going to mention that again!”

”Took me 3 days to pry you open. Your feelings get you in trouble.”

”Yeah. Yeah.”

”Just trust Sentinel Prime.”

”I do trust in him.”

”Hey. If we did have cogs.”

”I’d transform into a shovel and beat you.”

”I don’t like how fast you answered that.

“And listen if you did beat me. I couldn’t give you this awesome Megatronus prime thing I have here. It’s cool I’ll give it to someone else”

”What megatronus prime thing?

”Ah it’s nothing, it's just you know a mid-condition Megatronus prime decal first edition.” Orion would then show to be holding a Megatronus prime sticker between two fingers. Causing D to gasp before speaking.

”What?” He says in a low voice.

”I mean if you don’t want it I could just throw it away.”

”Throw it away!? Don’t- That’s not funny! Let me see it!” D tries to grab it before Orion pulls away.

”Don't grab. You’ll increase it.” Orion would then put the sticker on Ds arm and give his shoulder a nice pat before D speaks

”You know Sentinel prime says Megatronus was the-“

“Strongest Prime to ever live. I know buddy…It looks good on you.”

”It’s really cool. Thanks.

“Always Got Your Back.”

”No Matter What”

The two will the fist bump as they both smile at each other. Showing their brotherhood. (*crys*)don’t look at me)

The train would go into the mines as a lady over the speakers on the train would speak to the minors before their shift.

“Approaching sub level stations .Stand by of doors. Mining teams prepare to-“

The story then shows the works of mines as energon is shown falling out of mining carts. The coal of energon goes through a machine and soon shows energon flowing. Soon the miners for the shift at that hour fly through with rocket packs as they fly in unison to the designated spot. Y/N being behind D and Orion and speaks along with the others when speaking in unison.

“Metal to the pedal drill bits. This is it. How much energon you mine under my leadership.” Elita speaks as the leader she is.

“So much Elita One.” The minors say in unison.

“And how perfect is my mining record?”

“So perfect Elita One.”

“We are near 30 units of energon away from my promotion to supervisor. Are you happy for me?”

“So happy Elita One.”

The minors then land at a mining section. Elita in front with D and Orion right behind her. Y/N right next to Elita walking with here having their hands behind their back. A little smile on their face as usual.

“Elita- I mean Captain. You’re looking especially shiny this morning. New polish?”

Y/N Would look back at the two. Happy to see the two as the two would also look at them happy as Orion and Elita continue to talk.

“Orion Pax I’m sorry if I gave off the impression that we’re friends.”

“Apology accepted.”

“One up that wall! Let’s go! 10 seconds!”

“Happy to take the lead today captain. Feeling like I have enough power in me to drill down and touch primus myself.”

“You don’t have the touch or the power. Ready positions rust buckets. Let’s go!”

Elita would then start running as D and Orion continue to keep walking with their tools. Y/N joining her as they wave at the two before following. Orion and D would wave at them as they both have little cheeky smiles.

“She’s in a good mood today.”

“Mmm-hmm.”

“You ready?”

“Always ready. Lets punch it.”

They all would go to a section of the mines as a hole then a path opens up for them with much energon inside. Y/N still next to Elita as they ran along into the tunnel. Other bots behind them setting up a a sort of tool that extends to help keep the tunnel open for them. Once things are set Y/N and the other minors start to fly deeper into the mines. Finally landing and start using their tools. Taking out any peice of energon they can.

“Here we go, this one won't be open long. Brace it up.”

“Here we go! Ready!”

“Our channel is open.”

“Roll it out.”

Orion would glance over at them every now and then while D would focus on work a little more then Orion. Y/N continues their work until they hit something. But as they continued the energon would start reacting aggressively and the cracks wuld start to spread.

”Hey I got som-“

“It’s not stable! Gotta go. Gotta move!”

Everyone would start flying out of the mines flying up. Soon everyone getting pushed more by a explosion of the energon.

“Evacuate! I want everyone out! Evacuate immediately! The tunnel is closing! I repeat. The tunnel is closing!”

Elita an a few other minors fly away not being in the mining path. Jazz, D, Orion, and Y/N still behind in the mine as they keep flying escaping the closing mind right behind them.

“With me D?”

“On your six. Keep going!”

“Jazz? Y/N?”

“Right behind you” the two say together.

“Watch out!”

A giant rock would land on Jazz leg. Y/n was close to him and they already got up to start pushing the rock.

“Jazz is stuck! Elita we got a trapped minor. I’m falling back to assist.”

“Negatives do not break protocol. Evacuate.“

“We’re gonna need more lift!”

”We need a miracle!” Y/N and D said as struggle is heard in both their voices.

“It’s closing! Just grab your pack and go!”

“Good idea.”

“What?! No I didn’t mean it!”

“Pull him clear!” Orion would pull jazz as D and Y/N keep pushing. The pack soon exploding. Orion would protect Jazz as D. and Y/N lean away from the explosion to protect their self.

“Pax what’s happening?”

“Nothing much. Just normal protocol following stuff. It’s all good….oh that’s not good.”

The four would then hear a rumbling sound as they looked back. The place would then cause a sort of electric wave causing dust to go everywhere.

“Orion Pax, would you please exit the tunnel of death.”

“Elita1 it’s about to get messy out there!”

The wave would then reach the others and push Elita and the other minors back. The four are running together as fast as they can. Elita would throw the tools to keep the path open. Y/N behind D as they get closer and closer to the others. Everything is collapsing around them.

“Go go go!”

The four made a jump and were able to get out in time. D having to have talked Elita to save her while Y/N was right behind Orion. They were all able to get out. Y/N face planting on the ground

“What the hell Pax? I told you to evacuate.”

“I did. Eventually.”

Orion says as he and Elita speak while slowly standing up. D standing as he help Y/N giving her a hand. Before turning to help Orion. The three now looking at Elita while she spoke.

“If I get fired because of you!”

“Oh please. They’re not going to fire you.” Darkwing would then land behind her from the ceiling as he looked down at her.

“Elita One, you’re fired.”

“What?! Why? I follow protocol to the letter!”

“That is true. I was the one who broke the rules not-“

“No one asked you. Darkwing please I worked too hard for this you can’t-“

“You are no cog bots with limited options. report to waste management immediately.”

“Waste management?”

Elita would walk towards the three with anger in her eyes. Y/N looked at her sad as they try to reach a hand towards her.

“Elita.”

“Next time, why don’t you stop and think before you ruin someones life.”

“I'm sorry..”

Y/N would then get an idea and walks past the two and up to Darkwing. Getting in front of him after speaking to wheeljack

”The hell is your problem? Elita is just as good as any other like a cog bot I know and we know! OK you-“

”As I said. You are cogless bots with limited options. The only thing that makes any of you special is your ”relentless” need to work and eat. And the only way to get off that. Is to have a cog.”

He would then get in their face. Their face natural but their eyes are now farrowed as they stared up at him. They would then open their mouth only for him to interrupt them

”But we-“

”If you want more such as Elita did before. I suggest you either get better at your job or try a job where you will be a “little more” noticed.” He would put his hand on their shoulder a little closer to their head. D and Orion noticed and the two started to worry until Orion would got an idea

Y/N would look at his hand then look down, almost worried. Darkwings hand showing to squeeze their shoulder a bit.

”I’ll personally take you to the destination myse-“

“Hey Darkwing!” Darkwing takes his hand of them and stands up a bit straighter as he looks at Orion. Y/N look at Orion a bit worried for him

“Don't do it.” D said a bit annoyed with Orion but he mostly watched over Y/N.

“I may not have a cog but my finger can transform. Guess which one. I’ll give you a limited option.” Darkwing would then throw a punch towards Orions head until D stopped his fist with his hand.

“Excuse me sir. Allow me.” He then punches Orion on the side of the face

“I apologies on his behave for the disres-“ Darkwing would then punch D in the face

“whhhyyy”

“D!” Y/N would walk past Darkwing. He would watch them as they kneel down and look at them both. Darkwing would then scoff

“The offer still stands. Don’t let these two cogless scrap hold you back Y/N. They ain’t worth the time.” He says as he stays standing behind them. Crossing his arms as he looked down at him

”I’m fine with just where I am now. “Thanks” Darkwing but I can make my own connections and place as a cogless bot.” They give him side away. While he grumbles and walks away

They would look back at thee two. Orion sitting up as he groans from being punched and D doing the same but a bit slower. They help Orion and then D as they speak.

”Come on guys. Lets go back tot he train. We’re done here.”

The two groan as they say yeah in unison. Orion putting his hand on D shoulder while Y/N had one hand on his chest and the other on his back as he had his arm around their shoulder. The three would walk to the direction and get new jet packs along with everyone else. The three would soon make it to the train and head back to their mining quarters as they were done with that shift for the day.

*On the train-

Orion, D and Y/N stand on the train. D leaning on the window as he rubs the side of his face he was punched at. Orion leaning against the window on his back crossing his arms. Y/N stands as they put their hands on their hips and looks down. Worry and annoyance in their face. Orion notices this. Scratching the back of his head as he stands up a bit straighter and lets his arms down.

”You meant what you said right? Uh back there about the-”

”Yes Orion. I do mean it. Darkwing doesn’t know what he’s talking about when it comes to us miners. Just was he’s been told. At least from my point of view.” They would look at him. Orion smiling a little from their words

”So you will stay with us?”

”I’m at a better place with you guys then anywhere else Pax.” They say as they put their hand on his shoulder. Giving him a warm smile. D would then groan a bit more

”How much longer??”

”Just a couple more minutes D. Then you can rest better bud.”

”Yaaaaaaaayy”

Orion and Y/N would chuckle as they both looked at eachother. The train continueing.

*Back at the minors quarters-

“That. Really. Hurt…”

“Well what did you expect, he’s metal.”

Y/N was standing next to D and puts a hand on his shoulder and their other on their hip as he rests his head on his fist and looks down.

“You know you were out of line. Talking back to a superior like that.”

“Darkwing was out of line. He deserves it…Aren’t you tired of being treated like we’re nothing.”

“He had every right to hit me. I interfered.”

“Hey. And I appreciate you having my back. I’m glad you were there with me to get punched in the face. It was fun.”

“Anytime buddy.”

Y/N would look at them with a warm smile on their face. Crossing their arms as the two would chuckling together. Feeling better right away

“Attention all sectors stand by for a live transmission from Sentinel Prime.”

“He’s back? He’s back already?”

D would look at Orion and Y/N as the two stood up and the three went closer to where the hologram of Sentinel Prime would appear.

“Maybe he found the matrix.”

“Is it on? Ok, thank you. Hello my friends. Hello Iacon city. Hello to our saviors. Industrious miners, who toil ruthlessly to maintain our energon reserves. I celebrate you.”

Y/N next to Orion as D stands on his other side. Orion and Y/N stand their with soft smiles keeping their hands behind their back.

“Humility and presents. That’s leadership. Nobody does it better!” D says looking at the two. The two looking at him happy to see him smile.

“Once again I have narrowly returned with my fleet after another treacherous expedition across the desolate, dangerous surface of our planet. I departed in hopes of finding the matrix of leadership and in bringing balance to Cybertron. I regret to inform you that we’ve returned empty handed. This is a set back. But not a failure. Rest assured. I will find the matrix of leadership so that energon can flow again. but that’s in the future. Right now I think we all deserve a little fun. Tomorrow there will be no work, all shifts off. Because tomorrow is the Iacon 5,000. My favorite event a high obtain race all across Iacon city. Let’s all see which competitive can prove they are truly more than meets the eye.”

Everyone cheered excited thanks to sentinels speeches. D going to another bot to cheer while Orion and Y/N stood there. Orion was deep in though as he thought about Sentinels words. Y/N noticed and put a hand on his shoulder giving him a small smile. Later that night while everyone else was asleep Orion was the only one awake. Looking over at D who was across from him.

“D….Pst. Hey D….Oh good you’re up. Come on, I have an idea.”

“Whatever this is, it better be good.”

“Yeah yeah yeah ok listen. What if- What if- What if! Tomorrow we ran in the Iacon 5000! Huh?”

“What if I kill you for waking me up?”

“No no no hear me out. We don’t even have to win.”

“Nah that’s good ‘cause we wouldn’t.”

“But! If we beat just one transformer it proves we’re just as good as they are.Not only would we go down in history the- the mining bots that did the impossible but we would show everyone that we’re capable of so much more.”

“Or we get publicly humiliated and then busted back to tear one.”

“Yeah but at least we would’ve done something you know?”

“Pax.”

“Come on D-“

“Pax. We’re mining bots who can’t transform. We can’t fly. We can’t roll. We can’t race. Come on lets go.” D would start leaving back to the others to go back to sleep

“All right, fine. Yeah maybe you're right. Maybe…..” He would look at the board his face will show determination as he has his mindset on a new plan he’s sure to work

Oh yeah first chapter of Transformers One story where you’re a miner! Sorry for this being so long but every moment just feels right to add! Can’t wait to power chapter two next week and at least some of you enjoyed this lol. Any feedback or criticisms is welcomed and hope you all have a good rest of your Morning/Afternoon/Night

#transformers one x reader #transformers one #orion pax x reader #d 16 x reader #Elita 1 x reader #Darkwing x reader #i need sleep

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Hi! Just wanted to ask. How can I give my students assignments that are chat-gpt proof? Or that they won't just copy the answer without at least doing some editing?

Hi! So, I don't think anything is ChatGPT-proof. You fundamentally cannot stop people from using it to take a shortcut. You can't even stop them from copying the answer without editing it. However, I think you can work with this reality. So, you can do three things:

Don't be a cop about it.

If you make your objective "stop the children from using the thing to cheat," you are focusing on the wrong thing. You will be constantly scrutinizing every submission with suspicion, you will be accusing people of cheating--and some of them will not have cheated, and they will remember this forever--and you will be aiming at enforcement (which is trying to hold back the sea) instead of on inviting and supporting learning whenever and wherever possible. (I'll come back to this under item 2.)

Regarding why enforcement is holding back the sea: It is fundamentally rational for them to do this. We, who "love learning" (i.e. are good at what our academic system sees as learning, for various reasons have built our lives around that, happen to enjoy these activities), see everything they might cheat themselves of by doing it, because we know what we got out of doing this type of work. Many students, however--especially at the kind of school I teach at--are there to get the piece of paper that might, if they're lucky, allow them access to a relatively livable and stable income. The things that are wrong with this fact are structural and nothing to do with students' failings as people, or (tfuh) laziness, or whatever. We cannot make this not true (we can certainly try to push against it in certain ways, but that only goes so far). More pragmatically, chatgpt and similar are going to keep getting better, and detecting them is going to get harder, and your relationships with your students will be further and further damaged as you are forced to hound them more, suspect them more, falsely accuse more people, while also looking like an idiot because plenty of them will get away with it. A productive classroom requires trust. The trust goes both ways. Being a cop about this will destroy it in both directions.

So the first thing you have to do is really, truly accept that some of them are going to use it and you are not always going to know when they do. And when I say accept this, I mean you actually need to be ok with it. I find it helps to remember that the fact that a bot can produce writing to a standard that makes teachers worry means we have been teaching people to be shitty writers. I don't know that so much is lost if we devalue the 5-paragraph SAT essay and its brethren.

So the reason my policy is to say it's ok to use chatgpt or similar as long as you tell me so and give me some thinking about what you got from using it is that a) I am dropping the charade that we don't all know what's going on and thereby making it (pedagogical term) chill; b) I am modeling/suggesting that if you use it, it's a good idea to be critical about what it tells you (which I desperately want everyone to know in general, not just my students in a classroom); c) I am providing an invitation to learn from using chatgpt, rather than avoid learning by using it. Plenty of them won't take me up on that. That's fine (see item 3 below).

So ok, we have at least established the goal of coming at it from acceptance. Then what do you do at that point?

Think about what is unique to your class and your students and build assignments around that.

Assignments, of course, don't have to be simply "what did Author mean by Term" or "list the significant thingies." A prof I used to TA under gave students the option of interviewing a family member or friend about their experiences with public housing in the week we taught public housing. Someone I know who teaches a college biology class has an illustration-based assignment to draw in the artsier students who are in her class against their will. I used to have an extra-credit question that asked them to pick anything in the city that they thought might be some kind of clue about the past in that place, do some research about it, and tell me what they found out and how. (And that's how I learned how Canal St. got its name! Learning something you didn't know from a student's work is one of the greatest feelings there is.) One prompt I intend to use in this class will be something to the effect of, "Do you own anything--a t-shirt, a mug, a phone case--that has the outline of your city, state, or country on it? Why? How did you get it, and what does having this item with this symbol on it mean to you? Whether you personally have one or not, why do you think so many people own items like this?" (This is for political geography week, if anyone's wondering.)

These are all things that target students' personal interests and capabilities, the environments they live in, and their relationships within their communities. Chatgpt can fake that stuff, but not very well. My advisor intends to use prompts that refer directly to things he said in class or conversations that were had in class, rather than to a given reading, in hopes that that will also make it harder for chatgpt to fake well because it won't have the context. The more your class is designed around the specific institution you teach at and student body you serve, the easier that is to do. (Obviously, how possible that is is going to vary based on what you're teaching. When I taught Urban Studies using the city we all lived in as the example all through the semester, it was so easy to make everything very tailored to the students I had in that class that semester. That's not the same--or it doesn't work the same way--if you're teaching Shakespeare. But I know someone who performs monologues from the plays in class and has his students direct him and give him notes as a way of drawing them into the speech and its niceties of meaning. Chatgpt is never going to know what stage directions were given in that room. There are possibilities.) This is all, I guess, a long way of saying that you'll have a better time constructing assignments chatgpt will be bad at if you view your class as a particular situation, occurring only once (these people, this year), which is a situation that has the purpose of encouraging thought--rather than as an information-transfer mechanism. Of course information transfer happens, but that is not what I and my students are doing together here.

Now, they absolutely can plug this type of prompt into chatgpt. I've tried it myself. I asked it to give me a personal essay about the political geography prompt and a critical personal essay about the same thing. (I recommend doing this with your own prospective assignments! See what they'd get and whether it's something you'd grade highly. If it is, then change either the goal of the assignment or at least the prompt.) Both of them were decent if you are grading the miserable 5-paragraph essay. Both of them were garbage if you are looking for evidence of a person turning their attention for the first time to something they have taken for granted all their lives. Chatgpt has neither personality nor experiences, so it makes incredibly vague, general statements in the first person that are dull as dishwater and simply do not engage with what the prompt is really asking for. I already graded on "tell me what you think of this/how this relates to your life" in addition to "did you understand the reading," because what I care about is whether they're thinking. So students absolutely can and will plug that prompt into chatgpt and simply c/p the output. They just won't get high marks for it.

If they're fine with not getting high marks, then okay. For a lot of them this is an elective they're taking essentially at random to get that piece of paper; I'm not gonna knock the hustle, and (see item 1) I couldn't stop them if I wanted to. What I can do is try to make class time engaging, build relationships with them that make them feel good about telling me their thoughts, and present them with a variety of assignments that create opportunities for different strengths, points of interest, and ways into the material, in hopes of hooking as many different people in as many different ways as I can.

This brings me back to what I said about inviting learning. Because I have never yet in my life taught a course that was for people majoring in the subject, I long ago accepted that I cannot get everyone to engage with every concept, subject, or idea (or even most of them). All I can do is invite them to get interested in the thing at hand in every class, in every assignment, in every choice of reading, in every question I ask them. How frequently each person accepts these invitations (and which ones) is going to vary hugely. But I also accept that people often need to be invited more than once, and even if they don't want to go through the door I'm holding open for them right now, the fact that they were invited this time might make it more likely for them to go through it the next time it comes up, or the time after that. I'll never know what will come of all of these invitations, and that's great, actually. I don't want to make them care about everything I care about, or know everything I know. All I want is to offer them new ways to be curious.

Therefore: if they use chatgpt to refuse an invitation this week, fine. That would probably have happened anyway in a lot of cases even without chatgpt. But, just as before, I can snag some of those people's attention on one part of this module in class tomorrow. Some of them I'll get next time with a different type of assignment. Some of them I'll hook for a moment with a joke. I don't take the times that doesn't happen as failures. But the times that it does are all wins that are not diminished by the times it doesn't.

Actually try to think of ways to use chatgpt to promote learning.

I DREAM of the day I'm teaching something where it makes sense to have students edit an AI-written text. Editing is an incredible way to get better at writing. I could generate one in class and we could do it all together. I could give them a prompt, ask them to feed it into chatgpt, and ask them to turn in both what they got and some notes on how they think it could be better. I could give them a pretty traditional "In Text, Author says Thing. What did Author mean by that?" prompt, have them get an answer from chatgpt, and then ask them to fact-check it. Etc. All of these get them thinking about written communication and, incidentally, demonstrate the tool's limitations.

I'm sure there are and will be tons of much more creative ideas for how to incorporate chatgpt rather than fight it. (Once upon a time, the idea of letting students use calculators in math class was also scandalous to many teachers.) I have some geography-specific ideas for how to use image generation as well. When it comes specifically to teaching, I think it's a waste of time for us to be handwringing instead of applying ourselves to this question. I am well aware of the political and ethical problems with chatgpt, and that's something to discuss with, probably, more advanced students in a seminar setting. But we won't (per item 1) get very far simply insisting that Thing Bad and Thing Stupid. So how do we use it to invite learning? That's the question I'm interested in.

Finally, because tangential to your question: I think there's nothing wrong with bringing back more in-class writing and even oral exams (along with take-home assignments that appeal to strengths and interests other than expository writing as mentioned above). These assessments play to different strengths than written take-homes. For some students, that means they'll be harder or scarier; by the same token, for other students they'll be easier and more confidence-building. (Plus, "being able to think on your feet" is also a very good ~real-world skill~ to teach.) In the spirit of trying to offer as many ways in as possible, I think that kind of diversification in assignments is a perfectly good idea.

#teaching #chatgpt #posting this on my first teaching day of the semester!#this is probably a lot longer than what you asked for but it is the answer i know how to give. hope something in it helps!

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minzart · 2 months ago

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Beggars can't be choosers (3)

Ao3 - Prev - Next

Decepticons & Reader(GN), Rumble & Reader(GN), Frenzy & Reader(GN)

You find an "automatic" tank busted in the middle of the night, and as the good millitar Mechanic that you are, you fix it.

Or, the Decepticons don't have a trained doctor(yet), and you just volunteered as a substitute by their leaders' logic and standards

Next time you wake up, you are trembling and on a corner, hugging tightly your backpack and curious electronic voices chatting amongst each other very close to you

"Are they dead?"

"Do I look like a human doctor to you?"

"What if we pick it up?"

"Ohhh lets play toss the human, that would wake the-"

You wave your arm around, still sleepy and dying of hunger, but anything to keep you alive "no, no, let's not play toss the human. How about feed the human? That sounds nice to me..."

Stretching and hearing bones snapping you finally take a good look around. To your surprise, you are greeted with the tiniest Cybertronians you have seen thus far

"Frag, did you hear that?!" A black and red transformer screams and hides behind a lavender one, both still towering over you, but at least they just looked like abnormally tall for human height and not... building levels of tall

"Oh, so it is awake, morning sun shine" the purple mech waves at you, in his arms what looked like two pistons shine, one of them stuck out "I require your assistance"

"Hm..." You get up "alright just... give me a minute... sit around..." you look at the massive place, and points to were Thundercracker had last transfomed for his checkin yesterday "there, I'll go by just one second"

"Oh wow, you suck at this" the purple one says snickering at you

"Don't you guys need to eat to function? Energon, right?" You snap at him, picking the remains of your pack of proceced potatoes "well guess what? Humans do too, now sit down, be a good bot and wait"

When your slow brain finally registered, you had just snaped at two giant robots with deadly weapons. You almost broke your neck, looking directly at them waiting for a reaction. Surprisingly, both just sat there, looking at you and... wait for you to finish eating

You quickly and ankwardly do, and finally, go to meet them, you give a wave "well, hello... how... may I help you both"

The lavender one snaps first of whatever though he was having and points at his right arm, the one with a piston stuck out "it's stuck, fix it"

You hum, getting closer, the black one gets out of the way and sits the other side, visor never leaving you, now taking a better look, both bots looked practically identical, you wonder of they are twins... wich lead to you wondering how does reproduction work for Cybertronians, wich you promptly goes back to focus on your work, least you wonder too much

"Can you transform? I have better rattings in fixing problems on alt-modes"

"Ugh do I need to?" He grimaces " It feels unconfortable when transformed"

"Let me see what I can do for now then" you nod and start inspecting the arm and it's crevices "but be warned, until I have a proper Cybertronian anatomy book I won't be of much use to you if you can't change"

"Whatever..." the bot pouts and looks at the other

"They are nicer than Shockwave" you hear they whispering as you inspect the crevice between the pistons, and find the culprit of the bots' problem

"Shhhh, they haven't even done anything yet" you hear a slap, and your patient move

"Still, better free than trapped on the table"

"Bah stop being such a weenie... did Soundwave COMM yet?"

"Negative, your absense has not been noticed yet"

"Thank Primus for that"

"Whats your name?" You ask, breaking the conversation flow of the bots, wich makes your patient jump with enough force to help you take the small metal slit out, just as you hopped it would

The two look at you like they finaly noticed you, you continue to work, inspecting each cranny to have a good idea if there were any more stuck parts, besides dirt and dents you haven't found any again

"I'm Frenzy" the black and red one answers, wich prompted the lavender one to smack him on the helm

"Idiot! We are not even supposed to be here! Soundwave will kill us if he finds out!"

"And this is Rumble-"

The purple and lavender mech jumps his right hand up, piston sliding into place "why you-!"

"My arm!"

"Unstuck" you agree at the beaming mech "it was just a metal slit"

"And you just took it out so easily?! No cirurgy or anything?!"

You looked at them, then at the crevices of his pistons, and then at your hands "small... hands?"

"That's so cool!"

"You said something about Energon, right?" Frenzy beams at you "what do humans consume?"

"Oh..." You stare at the bot, stuned that they were actualy paying attention to what you said before "many things... but most need fire and water to actually be... comsumed properly by a human"

"Cool, cool, cool... where do you find that stuff? You guys have bars or something like that?"

"Yes... but" alright, weird alien race knows what a bar is... can they get drunk? "Comum consumable itens, food, we find more in markets, convenience stores, grocery stores, usually crawling with humans"

"You are not ditching me on dutty to go raid a market alone" Rumble grumbles

"I wasn't going!"

"Yes, you were!"

"..." You look at both bots arguing with each other, and try to think how to gently suggest that maybe you can tag along or if there's a way to talk with Megatron about-

"Pit-" Frenzy stops

"Oh hey, how convenient, we-" Frenzy slaps Rumbles helm while holding the side of his own head

"On it, boss!" As he releases his helm sides, he screams at Rumble "are you stupid?! He doesn't know we are here! Do you want to blow our cover?!"

"Bet you he does..."

"If he did he would have come and killed the human after yesterdays warning" you swing from a feet to the other anxiously to the side, hopping whoever they are talking about does not in fact know they are here then

"Anyways, human!" Rumble completely ignores Frenzy rambling "the big guy wants to see you!"

...........................

Megatrons' office was, like everything in this godforsaken base, big, enormous, towering over you and your two new companions, however the warlord made sure to greet you at the door and as Rumble and Frenzy demonstrate an absurd capability of jump height, he gently shows you his palm waiting for you to get in

You do, because who are you to say no to a giant mech, the Cybertronian tyrant carries you to his table, letting you out besides the twins as he takes his seat in front of you, your two companions snikers to each other when you stumbled out of the warlords hand

"It has come to my attention" Megatron speaks "that we may not be suitable to host a human"

No shit, you think, but holds your tongue, body rigid and ready for report as it was instigated in you by your superiors "hence after pondering, I came to the solution, you"

His red eyes lock with yours "are to have a trip to the nearest human store and grab whatever you may need for your survival, however, you are never to leave this facility without permission or company, am I clear?"

No, he isn't, because how the fuck is someone to accompany you if they are all big war vehicles, what are you even supposed to buy, how would you even get there and back in time, if you would call for help would anyone even belive you?

But that's not the right answer to him nor the answer that would probably keep you alive, so, as you have done all your life you hold still, and answers politely and professionally "yes, lord Megatron,may I know who would be acompaning me sir?"

"I voluntear!" Frenzy imediatly chirps up, earning a growl from Rumble

"I was going to say that!"

"You already go to missions on a monthly basis! Let me be the one to get out once in a while"

Megatron smiles, pleased with your answer and the cassettes eagerness "Frenzy has my permission"

"Yes!" "Nooo!"

"Thundercracker will be your ride, I have already informed him of this, Frenzy..."

The black mech perks up "Bring the human to the main hangar, you are to meet there"

"Yes, sir!"

"Good, dismissed-"

"A word, lord Megatron" you dare to speak, it was now or never, he looks annoyed at you, pleasantly momentary forgoten

"Speak briefly, I have duties to attend"

"There will be need of new parts for some concerts" you look him up and down, hoping he understands what you are referring to "spare parts, to better function that merely fixes can not in long term maintain good health to my patients"

"That's all?" You glup

"Yes sir"

"Dismissed, your concerns are noted" and with that, Frenzy picks you up and jumps out of the warlords table, you yelp in surprise

"You could have done that?!"

"Oh sush you liked being carried like a little mouseturn"

"What-" the black Cybertronian pulls you along and out of the office

"Come on I haven't seen the sun in cyclesss"

.........................

"How?!" You screech at the little black and red caccette in your hands "how the fuck can you get so fucking small?'"

"Neat right ehehe" you hear and feel the vibrations in your hands as Frenzy answers "now there won't be any problems on the way in or out"

"What the fuck" you inspect him from all sides

"Carefull human, I am very fragile"

"You could stomp me to death in your other form"

"Details"

"Is every... Minicon, right? Is every Minicon a little caccette then?" You ask, looking around yourself to see what you could use to carry the little guy in your hands

"Nah, just some after we bond with a certain tipe of transformer"

"What? You need a caccette player to become a caccette?"

"... yeah"

".... what the fuck" as you look around you finally notice the hagar, an open place, still in need of walls and doors, right by the missing wall was the blue mech, you wave at him "morning Thundercracker!"

"DON'T WAVE ME AROUND!" you imediatly stops and feel the little caccette in your hands grow in size, in a panic you toss him aside and in mid air Frenzy de-transforms and grows in size

He looks at you annoyed but is immediately distracted by your panicked expression, he snickers "serves you right"

"Evening" the blue flier answers, great, you overslept, amazing. Taking a closer look you see his optics are brighter than yesterday, his posture more alert, someone hadn't slept well the last time you had met then, good to see him better now, you smile "shall we?"

"Do you even know where we are going?" You ask

"To the nearest florest to a human city, from there it's on you, Frenzy is to call me once you are ready to come back" oh great, you would have to walk from miles

"Don't you guys have... like, a car transformer or something?"

"Flight is superior" Thundercracker immediately answers "and no, we do not, those are still in Cybertron"

"Got it... I can't hope to have my bike back can I?" You mumble

"You know how to tame a bike?!" Frenzy looks at you

"Inanimated object" you correct his assumption, at least what you think that he was referring to "I know how to drive a bike, not tame it"

"Oh yeah right" the caccette transforms again and you reflexively catch him "I'm ready! Lets go!"

You sigh amused, and put him in one of the bottle pokets of your backpack "can you see from there?"

"Yup!" You nod at his response

.......................

The flight went without major inssues, it was not the first time you had to momentarily be on a jet, you luckly didn't pass out, but you did scramble out the second you could and puked in the nearest corner of the forest you found

Thundercracker found the act curious while Frenzy was laughing at you from having a weak complex or whatever that means to him

The walk to a nearest market? Tiresome, miles and miles of only walking and talking with the transformed caccette, at least you learned so things, his job was the main guard of the fortress, while Rumble was more of a field agent once the constructions were finished

There were grounders, flyers, minicons, predacons, and many more subcategories for transformers, when asked about what made seekers diferent from flyers Frenzy didn't knew how to answer properly and only gave you a vague "they are faster" answer, you accepted it for now, you did have at least one seeker to talk to about this another time... hopefully

Once at your destination, you grabbed all junk food you could and many, many water bottles, and lady luck must have finally liked you to let a small portable manual stove on sale, money was not an inssue for you now, rent be damned, you are in half a custody of giant ass robots if you survived this you were already done for life

It was almost night when you finally decided to go back to the meeting point, arms sore from carring so much stuff, and Frenzy refused to transform and help out

"This would be faster if someone were to help me" You jab at the caccette, not stopping once, powering trough the steps

The caccette doesn't answer, and that makes you stop "Frenzy?"

The night breeze pass trough you, once again, in the middle of nowhere, but now not at all alone, your ears pick up the soft huming coming from the small bot, and you let a amused grin show, he has fallen asleep

You keep your pace, now quiet, admiring the tundra view, cars pass once in a while in the highway, lucky not one stops to help, you see a red truck approaching, massive in size, a beauty to behold even if it clearly had seen better days and in dire need of a paint job, you can't help but stare

As it comes, you make eye contact with someone inside, a young man, far younger than you, he notices and waves, you smile tiredly at him, and the truck passes

Alone again you... hear it coming back, oh fuck, you stop in your tracks and look at the parked red and blue truck, from the passage seat the boy opens his door "Want a ride?! It's pretty late for groceries!"

You hope Frenzy won't just pop out and kill this guy just because he talked to you "thank you, but there's no need!"

You lie, ignoring how you feel your legs tremble "my friend is just over there, and we just needed some gasoline to keep going! Thanks for the offer tho"

"Oh..." the brow haired boy looks embarrassed "I see... do you want help getting there anyways?"

"Nope! bye!" You quick your steps and runs away from the stranger, hoping to whoever was out there that he stops persisting

He did, and when you finally enter the meeting forest, Frenzy transforms, he look around worried, always checking back

"Something wrong?" You ask

"No! Not at all!" The caccette answers high pitched "where is Thundercracker when you need him anyways right?! Haha"

You hear in the distance a roar, coming ever closer and when stopping, oh... that's why he is called Thundercracker .Slowly, the seeker comes to the ground away from the night sky, he keeps quiet as his ladder descends

"Did something happen?" You ask Frenzy

"Kinda..." the black casserte answers, tension never leaving him as he continues to look around

You don't waste time to embark on your blue jet, as you do, you notice, he has burns around himself... something happened to the base

#transformers #transformers x reader #rumble x reader #frenzy x reader #tf g1 #<- main insp #human reader #still platonic mainly #decepticons x reader #transformers bcbc fic

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drabbletron · 2 months ago

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Time of Need: First Aid X Reader FLUFF

|| Just having fun with some friends (@hoiststowline and @dommiso) and a prompt we made while we were chatting on discord. Enjoy! ||

Prompt: A bot runs an important item up to your place of work.

It was pretty easy to miss if he hadn't seen you with it before. An inconspicuous black notebook, spiral bound and plenty used if he had to guess sat tucked under a data pad at his work station. You'd kept it with you at all times, so he's certain you had to have been in a rush to forget it like that. He picks it up and turns it over to see pen scribbles all over the back of it. Little doodles of plants and animals and a few sketches of his medic badge. He's be hard pressed to admit that he did the same thing. First Aid knew you had to be busy today too, what with all the new environmental laws in place. He'd better get this to you so you can do your work proper. He tells Ambulon and the others he's taking a break and sets off to your work site. By the time he's made it to rolling down the dirt road you've already called him three times. The first time to see if he'd seen it, the second to ask him if he's sure he wants to bring it, and the third to check and make sure he knew where he was going. Patience it's your strong suit it seems. No matter, he will be the one to put you at ease when he brings you that much needed notebook. Once he's pulled up outside the low building he's rethinking how out of place he actually looks. A red and white ambulance, no sirens or lights, just parked at a building with what looks to be not a lot of employees in the middle of nowhere. Good thing he's determined to help you. First Aid sucks up whatever reservations he has and activates his holomatter avatar. A moderate looking female human with bright red hair, big blue glasses, and a surgeons mask. He gives himself a once over in his mirror and heaves a sigh. Maybe the mask is too much? You're a scientist though and this is a lab. Humans wear those here right? Before he can question he's appearance you're already calling him a fourth time. "Hello, I'm outside." "I can see that," you laugh. Of course you would laugh, "People are wondering what an ambulance is doing out here. I'd get inside if I were you." The folks at your work must be bored or something because he's only been out here for a few minutes at most. "I'm on my way." First Aid hops down from his cab and makes his way to what he assumes is the front doors. You're already standing at just inside and opening the door to meet him. "Ooh! Who's this cutie coming up to my work?" First Aid tries to stop the smile from spreading over his face. He always did like them a little flirty. "I have your notebook," he reaches into his lab coat and fishes it out to give to you, not failing to notice you grazing his hand in yours as you take it. "Thanks Aid. You really didn't have to. I know you're busy and all." "It's no trouble, really. I'm glad I can help, and if I'm being honest," he steps forward to invade your personal bubble while pulling down his mask, "I'm glad I get to see you." Without a second thought you lean in and plant a sweet kiss over his scarlet lips. There's an odd tingle considering the avatar is made of light, but it's still real enough to give you and him both butterflies. "I'll see you at base then?" "Maybe after one more kiss," you smirk pulling him in again by the lab coat.

#maccadam #mtmte #transformers #mtmte x reader #transformers x reader #tf mtmte #valveplug #tf first aid #mtmte first aid #idw first aid x reader #idw first aid #mtmte first aid x reader #first aid x reader #tf first aid x reader

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korindan · 8 days ago

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𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓑𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓖𝓲𝓯𝓽 - Bakugou Katsuki + Reader

So I’ve been chatting to this c.ai bot for the past month and I’d say it’s one of my top 3 favourite bots so far, so here's this fic based on that story.

I'd like to point out that this bot belongs to Weirdo_Cheese_ on c.ai for anyone who wants to go find it.

Not an Xreader, just an awkward blossoming friendship with Bakugou.

I honestly hate the term Y/N, so YOU shall be called ‘Reader’ cause why not.

Reader isn’t that social of a person so they talk with other quieter people within the class e.g. Shoji and Tokoyami. Gender neutral, so all is welcome.

No physical appearance is mentioned, so you could be a literal dog for all I care, although that would be weird…

This short contains an ooc Bakugou, so be warned :P

Yes, you replace mineta…

It’s Bakugo’s birthday. Class 1-A, including yourself, decide to throw him a birthday party, much to his dismay. You’re all having fun while Bakugo is just standing around, accepting gifts from everybody. After a while, you notice that Bakugo isn’t in the common room. You go outside to look for him. He’s standing outside on the porch, looking at the sunset. He looks back at you when he hears your footsteps. “What’re you doing out here?” he asks with a scoff, though he doesn’t seem mad. ~ Weirdo_Cheese_

“What are you doing out here?” Bakugou asks with a scoff.

“Looking for you actually…” Reader states.

Bakugou rolls his eyes in response. “Well now you found me. So you can go back inside with the rest of those idiots”. He spits, irritated. He turns back to gaze at the sunset.

Reader doesn’t say anything and moves closer, standing beside him, but a couple feet away.

“... You’re not leaving” He comments, side eyeing their movements towards him instead of inside.

“Are you ok?” Reader blurts out.

Confusion and annoyance flashed through his expression at Their question. “Why wouldn’t I be?” He asks coldly, his brows furrowing.

“... Well, you’re not inside. The party is for you, y’know”. Reader utters.

Bakugou rolls his eyes once more. “I hate parties”. He huffs, sounding like a child.

“Oh” Is all Reader can say.

Bakugou glances towards them from the corner of his eyes. “Why’d you come out here?” He asks again, breaking the silence.

Reader shrugs. “I’m not a party person either…”

“Bullshit” Bakugou scoffs, crossing his arms. “You’re the one that encouraged the class to throw this party in the first place” He continued on.

Reader’s eyes widened, astounded. “It was actually Ashido and Kaminari’s idea” They explain.

Bakugou groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Of course it was those two” He mutters, irritated. There was a moment of silence before Bakugou spoke up once more. “How’d you know I'd be out here?” He asks, turning his head to fully look at Reader.

“I’ve seen you come out here a lot” Reader comments, looking away from Bakugou to watch the sunset.

He raises an eyebrow at their comment. “You stalkin’ me or something?” He asks, though there’s a hint of amusement in his tone.

Reader’s head whips back to look at Bakugou “20 people shoved into a dorm building and you accuse me of stalking” They defend.

Bakugou rolls his eyes, unable to argue with that comment. “Whatever” He mutters. Bakugou returns his gaze to the sunset. There was another moment of silence. “... Aren’t you going to go back inside?” He asks Reader, not taking his eyes away from the horizon.

“Nah” Reader responds, moving to sit on the edge of the porch. Their legs hanging off the edge.

He watches Reader sit down, before moving to do the same, beside them.

“Honestly thought you would have left, after I sat down” Reader comments.

Bakugou glances at Reader from the corner of his eye, “Did you really think I’d leave just because you showed up?” He irked.

Reader chuckles slightly “Thought you’d rather be alone”.

“I’m fine with you being here” Bakugou mutters, not daring to look away from the sunset.

“How nice of you” Reader says sarcastically.

Bakugou scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Shut up, dumbass” He huffs, though there’s no real heat behind his words.

There was a comfortable silence that fell upon the two as they both watched the sunset. Bakugou clears his throat. “Why’d you really come out here?” He interrogates, finally having the courage to look at you.

Reader doesn’t look away from the horizon, sighing. “I’m the only one who hasn’t given you your present yet”. They answer, moving a hand into their back pocket.

Bakugou raises a brow. “You haven’t given me a present yet?” He asks, swearing he had already gotten gifts from everyone in the class.

Reader smiles to themself, not looking at him. They pull out something small from their pocket, handing it over to bakugou. It was tiny and wrapped in orange wrapping paper.

He looks at the gift in their hand before slowly taking it. “You’ve been holding onto it this entire time?” He asks, beginning to unwrap it. His eyes widen as he stares at the gift.

It was an All Might keychain of him in his Bronze Age suit. From the early years of his debut. It was old and slightly scratched, but seemed to still be in good condition.

Bakugou couldn’t help but feel a warm feeling spread through his chest. Reader's present was different from everyone elses. They had all just given him money or some pointless, useless gift. His grip on the keychain tightens slightly.

After a few moments of silence, he speaks up. “Why’d you get me this?” He questions, still gazing down at the keychain.

“You like All Might” Reader shrugs.

“I know that, but you didn’t get me something pointless, like everyone else” He comments, looking at Reader.

Reader turns to look at Bakugou “It’s a keychain…” They mumble, kinda concerned.

“I know what it is, dipshit” He huffs. He looks down at it once more, running his thumb across it, feeling the scratches and worn material. “Where the hell did you find this?” He asks.

“I went through an old box of my stuff, and found it” Reader answers, watching him admire the keychain.

Bakugou looks back to Reader in disbelief. “You just had this… sitting with your old things?” He questions, still trying to process it.

Reader smiles at Bakugou's astonishment. “Flip it over” They instruct.

Listening to what they say, he flips it over. His widening even more, seeing what was on the back. All Might’s signature. “Holy-” He mutters, the keychain shaking slightly in his grip.

“That keychain is 12 years old” Reader mentions.

“Twelve…?” He echoes, unable to believe that it’s that old. “I-It’s an actual All Might signature”. He mumbles.

“You’re so excited over a signature of a person, who is literally one of our teachers” Reader chuckles.

Bakugou scoffs, rolling his eyes “Shut up”. A small genuine smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. “No one’s ever gotten me something like this” He explains.

“Not even Midoriya?” Reader asks.

He rolls his eyes once more. “That fucking nerd gave me money”. His tone returned to normal. Despite that tone, his small smile stayed present as he continued to admire the keychain. “Thankyou…” He mumbles, not expecting Reader to be able to hear him.

“You’re welcome” Reader responds, turning to watch the rest of the sunset go beyond the horizon.

Bakugou looks up, watching as well. Comfortable silence as they both watch the sun go away, leaving darkness and the outside light of the porch.

Bakugou speaks up. “You should head back inside. Everyone’s probably wondering where you are”. He says, trying and failing to sound nonchalant.

“They’re probably wondering where you are as well” Reader responds.

He lets out a scoff. “Probably. Those nosey motherfuckers”. Bakugou stands up, keychain still in hand. He looks down at Reader, still sitting on the porch. “Coming inside? Or not?” He asks, crossing his arms.

“In a bit” Reader says, now leaning back on their arms.

“Don’t stay out here for too long” He grunts before turning and heading inside.

Ten silent minutes had gone by, Reader sighs, standing. Finally deciding to head inside.

As soon as Reader opens the front door, they are greeted with loud music and the sound of people yelling and laughing. Reader shuts the door and heads further into the dorm.

Looking around the room, Reader spots Bakugou seated on one of the sofa’s, sitting with Kirishima, Kaminari, Ashido, Sero and Jirou. He looked bored out of his mind.

Walking past, Reader took notice of Bakugou still admiring the keychain in his hand. They smile to themself, before noticing Shoji and Tokoyami at a table. Reader decides to join them.

Walking up to their table, they can feel someone staring at them, sending shivers up their spine. They ignore the feeling, reaching the table. Shoji and Tokoyami look up, noticing Reader approaching.

“Hey” Reader mumbles.

“Good evening” Shoji greets.

“I see you’ve finally come inside” Tokoyami comments.

“Yea… Just needed some fresh air” Reader explains.

Shoji nods in understanding while tokoyami hums. Reader glances away for a moment, looking over at Bakugou on the sofa. Turning back to the two at the table, they were both looking at Reader with raised brows.

Reader raises their own brow, slightly confused. “Is something wrong?” Reader asks.

“You were staring at Bakugou” Tokoyami points out.

“I gifted him a keychain, a little bit ago, and he’s been staring at it ever since”. They explain.

There’s a shared look between Tokoyami and Shoji. “You got him a keychain?” Shoji asks, a note of confusion in his voice.

Nodding in confirmation, Reader speaks “It used to be mine when I was little”.

“It’s an All Might keychain, isn’t it?” Tokoyami guesses.

They nod in confirmation once more, “Bronze Age, and Signed”.

Tokoyami and Shoji both widened their eyes “Signed?” Shoji echoes, astonished.

Reader chuckles at their amazement. “When I was four” They add.

“How did you even get him to sign it?” Shoji asks.

Reader responds with a shrug “I honestly can’t remember, I was only little”. They decide to change the subject “Anyways, what did you both get Bakugou?” They ask, curious.

“I… got him money” Shoji answers, looking somewhat embarrassed.

“What about you, Tokoyami?” They ask, turning to him.

Tokoyami crosses his arms before responding “A new set of drumsticks” He states proudly, as if he had gotten him the best gift.

Reader quirks a brow. “Didn’t Jirou also get him drumsticks?”.

Tokoyami’s eyes widened “She did?...”.

Shoji snorts at Tokoyami’s reaction. Tokoyami slumps his shoulders, sighing. Dark Shadow had appeared and was now attempting to console Tokoyami, patting his shoulder.

After a few hours the party began to die down, everyone slowly dispersed, leaving to either hang out in groups, or return to their own dorms. Reader was left to themself in the mess of the common room. Sitting on the sofa, scrolling on their phone.

Moments go by of eerie silence as Reader continues to scroll. They pause for a moment, hearing footsteps, sitting still, hearing whoever it was get closer. The person stops in front of where the reader was sitting.

Reader looks up to see Bakugou, he has a small, blank frown on his face.

He clears his throat before speaking. “... Can we talk?” His tone is neither angry or annoyed.

“Sure?” They respond slightly confused.

“Come with me” Bakugou mumbles, starting to walk off, not bothering to check if they were following.

Reader quickly stands from the sofa, hurrying after him.

Bakugou leads Reader to the guys' side of the dorms, heading towards his own room. He pauses once he reaches his dorm. Sighing before opening the door. “Come in”. He tells Reader, his tone still uncharacteristically soft.

Reader’s eyes widened. Bakugou was not one to let anyone into his room, and Kirishima was one of the only people that had seen the inside.

Bakugou heads inside, leaving the door open for you to follow. After a moment of hesitation, they finally step inside, closing the door behind them.

Bakugou’s room was spotless. The floor was vacuumed and there wasn’t a speck of trash anywhere. He stood by his bed with his arms crossed as he watched Reader, looking around his room.

He had a few All Might posters and a couple figurines on the shelves, as well as textbooks, gym equipment, and a drum kit in the corner. His bed had a black bedspread with a skull in the center.

After getting a good look, Reader’s gaze lands on Bakugou.

“You can have a seat” He gestures to the swivel chair at his desk. His voice was scarily soft, instead of his angry one.

Reader then sits cross legged on the swivel chair. Bakugou moves to sit on the edge of his bed.

Bakugou sighs “You got me an All Might keychain” he says, locking eyes with the reader.

“I did…” Reader confirms, confused.

“How the hell did you get him to sign it?” He demands quietly. “All Might doesn’t sign things often” He adds.

“I honestly don’t remember…” They respond.

“You ‘don’t remember’ how you got All Might to sign your keychain?” Bakugou repeated, his tone was flat. “You… Really don’t remember?” He repeats once more.

Reader shakes their head “Sorry”.

“You don’t have to apologise, dumbass” Bakugou sighs, running a hand down his face. There’s a moment of silence, he was trying to collect his thoughts. He then looked at Reader with a conflicted look. “Can… Can I ask you something?” He asks.

Reader nods.

“Why did you get me this?” He questions, a conflicted look on his face.

"When I went through my old stuff, and found the keychain, I remembered that your birthday was coming up" Reader shrugs "So rather than tossing it out with everything else, I thought I might give it to someone who likes all might". They respond.

Bakugou’s eyes widened. “You were going to throw it out?” He spoke, sounding shocked.

“Good thing I didn’t, huh…” They say.

He scoffs in response “Tch- Whatever…”

Reader chuckles at his reaction.

“It’s not funny” Bakugou snaps, his tone lacking its usual bite. There was another moment of silence, Bakugou looked conflicted about something. He let out a sigh and slumped his shoulders. He looks away.

“You okay?” Reader asks, concerned.

He bristles at the question. “I’m fine”.

He goes silent again before letting out another sigh. They both sit in silence before Bakugou finally speaks up. “I want- I want to say thankyou. Again…” He states. A hint of embarrassment laced within his voice. “For the keychain…”

“Is that all you asked me in here for? To say thankyou again?” Reader asks.

“No” bakugou answers almost instantly looking up at them. He sighs trying to figure out what to say next. “Can I ask you something?” He questions.

Reader nods, allowing him to continue.

“It’s kind of stupid” Bakugou states.

“You don’t have to tell me”. Reader assures him.

“Who said I wasn’t going to tell you?” He snaps. He sighs once more “Whatever. Guess I just gotta say it”. His tone is still reluctant to admit whatever it is he wanted to say. “Are… We friends?”.

Reader’s eyes soften at his question, unsure of how to respond “I guess so”.

Bakugou frowns and lets out a scoff “The hell’s that supposed to mean?” He states, irritated. His tone holds no anger. Instead, it just sounds somewhat annoyed and, at the same time, defensive, like their answer wasn’t good enough for him.

"You don't seem like the kind of person to ask someone if they're friends..." Reader states.

“Of course I’m not.” He snaps looking away, crossing his arms over his chest, “I was…just making sure”.

"So you think of me as a friend...?” Reader asks him.

A pink tint spread across Bakugou’s cheeks, he was embarrassed. “…Yeah.” He answers, not looking them in the eyes, keeping his arms crossed.

Reader smiles at him.

Bakugou finally looks at them, taking in their smile before scoffing. “Don’t get all smiley like that, I only barely tolerate you”. He Snaps, looking away once more.

“Mutual feelings” Reader tells him

“Tch- Whatever Dumbass” He mutters, giving Reader a side glare.

There was a long pause of silence before Reader chose to break the silence "... I'm glad we're friends" They say quietly.

His cheeks turn redder at Reader’s words, though there’s a visible flicker of happiness in his eyes. “…Yeah, me too.” He replies gruffly, refusing to look at them.

There’s another moment of silence, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. “You won’t…tell anyone about this, will you?” He asks, his tone betraying just the slightest bit of nervousness.

Reader softens at his words “No” They answer.

Bakugou lets out a sigh and visibly slumps, the tension in his shoulders dissipating. “Good”.

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