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ofallthingsnasty · 2 years

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There's always those stories of Fae would have a fuck ton of kids with humans and I can't help but think it's a breeding kink. Like maybe fae pregnancies are really long, especially in comparison to human pregnancies (9 months is nothing to a fae) so when Fae realize that they just can't stop themselves from grabbing the first pretty fertile human they see.

Just imagine it; being some pretty young girl who happened to catch the attention of a fae and getting whisked away to be treated like a prized broodmare, constantly being breed. If your fae gets really attached they might just use their magic to keep you young and fertile forever.

I need to brush up on faeries 1000% because I did not grow up with them and did NOT know that lol. How... curious... 👀👀 I am very intrigued ehe

tw.yandere, noncon, pregnancy, minors dni, as always my shitty version of being kidnapped by ... something not human

You know, right now I'd walk straight into any otherworldly little trap, so let's follow that thought for a bit. You're stressed, you feel like you're absolutely drowning in responsibilities, work, a million deadlines - so, so sleep-deprived and mentally exhausted that your judgment softens, your senses dull, your mind grows hazy. And while it will pass (all things eventually pass, don’t they?) and you’ll be fine some weeks, months from now on - the way through it all is grueling and hard, mundane and repititive. Wouldn’t you be fortunate to catch the eye of someone out there? Someone, something who thinks you’re quite charming; soft and human and almost clumsy in the way you putter about and oh, you’re so weak. Some beautiful stranger who whisks you away, to somewhere so odd you think you’re dreaming at first. It’s so surreal, you have to be asleep, right? And how harrowing it has to be to wake up for the first time, realizing that you made a stupid mistake some weeks ago, something you can’t even quite remember. Maybe the stranger caught you sometime during the dawn when you were half asleep- maybe they got you when you wandered too far into the forest on one of your nightly walks- it doesn’t matter, really, does it? Your head feels as sticky as cotton candy and heavier than a brick, and they keep you in a bed of soft linen and way too many pillows, and fuck you so full you can’t make out left from right- You can’t fight against them, and your rational thought is merely scratching at the door to your consciousness - but that underlying dread mixed with too-sweet dreams and kisses has to be terrible. Every passing day turns sweet to sour and when your stomach swells you finally manage to break away from the spell, if only to vomit out the food the stranger has stuffed you with... I feel like they’d basically keep you drugged and pliant for all eternity- with you just being able to feel that foreboding sense of ‘something is fundamentally wrong’ but not able to formulate a single clear thought. Any time you manage to free yourself from their influence, you’re immediately pulled back into it; and the memory erased. I can see them not even really talking to you - you’re like a sweet little pet to them, stupid and only there for what you can provide for them. Kept happy and dumb and pregnant, doomed to be a drooling broodmare...

#ask #anon #yandere teratophilia #tw.monsterfucking #tw.noncon #tw.pregnancy #sorry i am bone tired and i let myself run away with my own state rn #i can barely see rn you just gave me something to thinkm about™#*think #have you ever uh....#had a spicy dream so soft but also so hot it felt otherworldly??#like the sheer need drives you up the wall??#that's what i feel like getting fcked by a fae would feel like lol #and i mean... being drgged up and kept like that... not too bad right?#def better than taxes lol

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lets-try-some-writing · 1 year

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I wonder what the Matrix's opinions and attitudes towards the other Autobots are like. We know that Optimus loves and values all of them, but I wanna know what it thinks. (I love the idea of the Matrix being sentient, absolutely brilliant idea)

Loved this idea too much to wait to write about it! I might even make this a series or something if this turns out well. Although I did get a tad bit carried away with this thought since I can't just let anything be *anxious laughter*

The Musings of the Matrix

Prima was the first mecha the Matrix knew. It had been given to Prima by Primus when it was still new and unintelligent. During those days it was akin to a newspark, and could only watch and learn from the first of the Primes, absorbing power and collecting wisdom. It learned of much in those days, and slowly garnered more and more knowledge as Prima took it to each of his kin and allowed the Matrix to copy and collect what they knew.

The Matrix knew instinctually why Prima did this. Prima was merely the Matrix's guardian while it developed into its own being. The first of the Primes would not carry the Matrix forever, nor could the Matrix remain bound to its steward for all time. They had different functions, ones that only alligned for a time.

The Matrix needed to learn, to grow, to become greater. It was to be a collective, a well of knowledge meant to guide and strengthen in a future it had only been granted slight glimpses of by the creator god that made it. The Matrix was not a living being, not in the way the Primes were. It was intelligent, it could think and learn, but it was not its own entity, rather an amalgamation of data, morality, and duty all combined into something that resembled the spark of life that infused the true creations of Primus.

The Matrix did not mind this at all. It had a purpose, and it was satisfied with fulfilling it. For what was the point of it's existence if not to serve the duty it had been made to carry?

The Primes were so very full of data and knowledge, morality and intrigue. They each had a very specific purpose, and much like the Matrix, they were compelled to fulfill it. The Matrix learned all it could from them, but there was one of the Primes that caught the Matrix's interest on an instinctual level. The one Prime that had no purpose engrained into it so deeply that it could not stray, the one Prime that could be molded and still remain pure and untainted. The Thirteenth was, in the Matrix's view, perfect. The moment the Matrix saw the Thirteenth, it knew that one day the last born of the Primes would be its true vessel, the one it was created to serve and be served by in turn.

But the time to be bound to its chosen had not yet come, and so the Matrix let it be, allowing the Primes to fall, to fight, and then to separate within even trying to intervene, not that it could anyway. It watched and then it allowed its steward to pass it on to the recorder among the Primes, the one called Alpha Trion. The Matrix had little care for the recorder Prime, for he did little and only watched when so much needed to be done. Thankfully for the Matrix, Alpha Trion heeded its demands and helped it find a worthy mech to be its new steward, to help it protect the guide to lives on the surface until its true bearer could come for it.

For millennia the Matrix learned. It grew and changed, going from steward to steward and having each one of them fall despite the Matrix's efforts to offer them wisdom and keep them on track. But they were all impure, incapable, not worthy of being the Matrix's true bearer. The Matrix even had to kill one of its stewards when the mech who bore it, one who the Matrix gave the name of Sentinel, tried to rip the Matrix apart and force it to give him power.

The steward Prime did not last long under the Matrix's wrath. The Matrix was no toy, it was a guiding light, a tool used to forge heroes and champions for Primus's people. It hated what it had become, it hated that the council that ruled over the people limited the possible stewards for the Matrix to pick, forcing it to choose lackluster carriers who it could only do so much to sway. Eventually it saw the hopelessness of the situation and called out for the recorder Prime. There were no mecha that could bare the Matrix, it refused to be abused any further until its true bearer came for it. So when Alpha Trion collected it, the Matrix did not search for another steward and instead returned to Primus to wait until its bearer was ready for it.

When its bearer finally came for it, the Matrix did not even hesitate to reach out to him. There was no greater feeling of peace for the Matrix than when it bound itself to Orion Pax and rebuilt him lovingly, reshaping him to endure and to fulfill their shared purpose with pride. The Matrix put more effort into reforging Orion than it did with any other Prime. And when it had completed its work, having made Orion as perfect for his role as it could, it granted Orion his name, the one the Matrix had waited to give him since those early days.

Optimus Prime was forged, and he led the Autobots to war.

As the war raged, the Matrix guided Optimus, offering him wisdom and memories from its stewards and the twelve other original Primes. It kept its bearer's spark pure by guarding Optimus with every bit of power it had. The Matrix even went so far as to mold Optimus in such a way that his identity as Orion, while still present, was hidden beneath layers of wisdom and composure. The Matrix refused to watch its perfect bearer lose what made him so wonderful in its view. It kept Optimus calm, it focused his mind on the tasks at hand and only allowed him to deviate when he needed time to associate with others. The Matrix also took the trauma that would crush normal mecha and suppressed it, keeping its perfect bearer safe from the harm that the battlefield and the stress of war could inflict on him.

Of course the Matrix regularly had to fight against one particular mech when it came to keeping its bearer fit for their shared function. Ratchet was both the biggest pain and relief for the Matrix when it came to ensuring Optimus's mental wellbeing. The medic nurtured the spark of Orion, keeping Optimus from giving himself to the Matrix's grip, a fact that caused the Matrix no end of irritation. Why couldn't the medic see that it was only trying to protect its bearer? Emotions were dangerous, having too many and having to endure the trauma of war would harm Optimus. The Matrix didn't want that, and if it meant keeping Optimus calm and emotionless to keep him safe, the Matrix was willing. It would keep him on track, it would keep him safe.

Yet Ratchet could not speak to the Matrix, nor could the Matrix exactly stop the medic from giving Optimus affection when things got dark enough for the Matrix to clamp down on Optimus's emotions harder than usual. However Ratchet did do one thing that the Matrix appreciated, and that was the fact that Ratchet constantly asked the hard questions. When Optimus started to falter even with the Matrix urging him on, Ratchet was there to get Optimus back in action. For that alone the Matrix sometimes gave the medic a reward by allowing Optimus more emotional access when times were somewhat peaceful.

And while the Matrix couldn't confirm it, the Matrix was 99% sure Ratchet knew that it was aware and sentient. More than once while Optimus was knocked out, Ratchet would talk to the Matrix and threaten it. Of course the Matrix often brushed it off, but it listened as sometimes Ratchet made valuable points in regards to Optimus's health. The Matrix and Ratchet had a tense relationship, one that constantly led them to clash, but it was functional. That was enough for the Matrix.

Ratchet: I know you are listening you slagging relic. So listen up.

The Matrix: We listen.

Ratchet: Orion was mine before you took him from me. He was my friend, my brother. I will not let you have him.

The Matrix: Optimus is ours. He is our perfect vessel. You can do nothing to stop us, not while you need us to guide your Prime.

Ratchet: No matter what you do to him, I will be here to drag him back. You will not keep him from me forever.

The Matrix: We shall see.

The Matrix could understand Optimus's attachment to Ratchet, after all, the medic was his closest friend before the Matrix made Optimus divine. But the Matrix struggled to comprehend why Optimus took every Autobot death so personally. It knew its bearer was kind and loving, the perfect one to lead and love the children of Primus. But every time great losses were sustained, the Prime wept and the Matrix struggled to keep him calm. It was confusing.

The Matrix cared, but only in the sense that it was its duty to keep the children of Primus safe and on the right path. It was its bearer's duty to love and to be the one to connect to the people on a more personal level. As such the Matrix had little guidance to give when Autobots wept for their losses and went to Optimus for guidance and hope. All the Matrix could do was offer what knowledge it had on the Cybertronian mind and what seemed to be the most convincing.

The Matrix cared... it just wasn't quite sure it cared in the same way Optimus did.

Then there came Bumblebee, the sparkling that truly garnered the Matrix's interest and gave it insight into just why Optimus cared so much. The Matrix had only been exposed to sparklings a handful of times prior. Its previous stewards were not fond of the little ones or rarely ever interacted with them. So when Optimus took in the orphaned newspark, the Matrix watched in interest, long dormant instincts rising to the surface.

The pure little ones needed to be protected at all costs, all the little ones did.

The Matrix loosed its grip on Optimus whenever he was with his sparkling. It grew to love the sparkling alongside its perfect bearer. Bumblebee was a wonder to watch as he grew and developed. The Matrix wanted to keep him safe, it wanted to be able to protect the pure one as it did with Optimus. But as it couldn't and wouldn't abandon its perfect Prime, it instead opted to heighten Optimus's emotional reactions to incidents involving Bumblebee. If the sparkling was hurt, both the Matrix and Optimus raged, their combined anger turning into something unholy. If the sparklings was treated well by a bot, the Matrix incentivized Optimus to give the bot in question some sort of reward. The pure little light needed to be protected, especially when Optimus couldn't be there.

Optimus: I will take care of you Bee... none shall harm you now.

The Matrix: We shall guard this pure one. He will be safe so long as we are bound to our Prime.

Bumblebee: You will be my Sire?

Optimus: That's right, and no harm will come to you so long as I function. You will live to see our home restored, this I promise.

The Matrix: The pure one will live. We will ensure it.

More than once the Matrix fed Optimus old songs to sing to his sparkling. It gave its Prime complete access to emotions of love and protectiveness and never once denied its Prime the chance to comfort and connect with the pure one. Bumblebee was special and gave Optimus hope, kept him on track, and gave him reason to fight. For that alone the Matrix liked the little one, even more so because of his innocent spark. Both the Matrix and Optimus flew into a rage when Bumblebee was harmed by Megatron. Where the Matrix had previously been neutral toward the warlord as it knew only that Megatron was a wayward child of Primus, it now hated him. No pure sparked one harmed the little one, as such those who did were instantly marked as kill on sight.

Every time Megatron came into view the Matrix urged Optimus on, amplifying anger but still trying to keep him composed. It was a fine line, especially with Orion's history with the mech. But if the Matrix could have its way, it would not suffer Megatron to live.

Ultra Magnus was a mech that the Matrix had no real views on. He was useful and lessened the workload the Matrix's bearer had, so for that the Matrix accepted his existence in Optimus's life. Of course Optimus's attachment to the mech was somewhat exhausting to the Matrix, but as usual the Matrix tolerated it as Ultra Magnus gave Optimus yet another reason to keep moving. Although more than once the Matrix found itself allowing Optimus to feel things when Ultra Magnus was involved since the Prime had taken to seeing the commander as kin.

Yet another bot to worry about and try to keep alive. Exhausting.

Jazz was more worrying than anything to the Matrix. Jazz loved Optimus, but the agent held no such attachment to the Matrix. More than once the Matrix worried for the life of its bearer when the agent came to Optimus and spoke to him in such a way that the Matrix could tell the words were directed at it. The Matrix wished it could get rid of the agent, but Jazz was useful and yet another irritant that Optimus was connected to from his time as Orion.

Jazz: Heyo! Brought some more reports from Prowl!

Optimus: Thank you Jazz.

Jazz: *staring directly at Optimus's chassis* Not a problem Op! But you better loosen up a bit, it wouldn't do for you to be so high strung you can hardly transform.

The Matrix: We know what you want, we are not obliged to listen to you.

Jazz: *grinning* Bee has been looking forward to seeing you all Joor!

The Matrix: ... You have won this round.

There were other like Prowl who the Matrix found useful enough to allow Optimus to feel around, if only a little. But as a general rule the Matrix was neutral to the other Autobots, albeit in the sense that is felt no particular attachment to them. They were wards to be guarded and guided, little else, at least to the Matrix.

Upon coming to earth though, that changed slightly. The team became adopted kin to Optimus, and as there were no others to worry about and actual names to go with faces, the Matrix inevitably developed opinions.

Cliffjumper was a pure one, not a sparkling, but pure all the same. The Matrix genuinely felt somewhat disappointed in itself for failing to keep him alive upon discovery of his death. Cliffjumper was the relief the team and its bearer needed, without him things were dimmer in base. And while the Matrix was not inherently an emotive being, it felt a degree of loss when there were no jokes directed toward its Prime. It could feel Optimus was upset too, and many a recharge cycle the Matrix needed to murmur reassurances and praise while blocking off nightmares.

Arcee was an interesting case that the Matrix couldn't decide it liked or not. She was useful and brought a certain set of emotions to the team that were sorely needed. She brought Optimus joy and gave the Prime someone to care for. She fought well and was fully devoted to their cause and loyal, that alone earned her the Matrix's acceptance. Still with time the Matrix grew to care enough, though mostly only because Optimus did, to allow its Prime to feel and be more emotive around the two wheeler.

Bulkhead and Wheeljack were troublemakers who the Matrix came to see as excitable loose cannons. They needed to constantly be corralled and moved around like chess pieces to be effective, at least to the Matrix. It impressed this general feeling to its Prime, but Optimus took it the wrong way and began coddling the duo like they were simply sparklings or younger brothers in need of guidance. An irritating reaction, but one that the Matrix should have expected from its ever loving Prime.

Truly the Matrix didn't understand its Prime's attachment to everyone he knew for more than two minutes, but the Matrix accepted it and focused its efforts on keeping its Prime on track. It tried not to mentally sigh when Optimus took on the human children as his own and when the Prime later took on Smokescreen. There was no stopping its loving Prime from caring, and it couldn't stop its Prime from feeling either, not with so many emotional triggers hanging around base.

The Matrix wanted to be exasperated, but at least with so many loved ones around, Optimus was more stable than ever before.

#maccadam #transformers #transformers prime #team prime #optimus prime #ratchet #bumblebee #the matrix of leadership #the thing is sentient and tired supervisor™#it just wants to do its job and Optimus is like #“hey what if we feel feelings?”#and the Matrix is like “no we have a job to do”#Ratchet and Matrix hate each other but they don't fight while op is awake because they both love him #they act like divorced parents fighting over custody of their kid

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