#transformers imagine

[missiva12]

Yesterday I finished reading a new series of comics by imagine. And yesterday we got the trailer for the movie "Transformers: One". These two pictures combine the "present", where the Elita are already at war, and the past, where the Elita is still young and does not know what death is.

(well, or just two drawings of Elita, one from the comics, the other from the trailer)

[devilart2199-aibi]

Transformers Valentines! 💝

Free to print out and give to loved one's, friends or people you appreciate! 💞😊 (or as a gift to yourself!) Please do not repost or attempt to sell!

[sweettoothbadger]

DAY 1: Breaking bad habits - A quick snack - RATCHET

The undisturbed whirling of the alien technology met you as a welcome while the certain medic did not even glance in your direction as you came to. Though nothing unusual. Maybe before it would hurt you, make angry, but after so many cycles spend side to side with the old medic, you've learnt that it's just how he was. It was deep in his plating. The desire to put his all into something that might help autobots. Might save their lives in the crucial moment of distress.

Well that hurt. Really did. And he saw it immediately as your face distorted for a second with a grimace. He didn't mean it. You know he did not. But it sure sting.

-Hm, decided to pest me now in the unusual time?

-You have to sustain yourself with proper food. It's not healthy.

-Like you are the one to talk.

-Don't- huh. No, you're not distracting me from the topic. Humans must eat on a regular as well as rest!

-Yeah, though when we are stressed we tend to forget about it, doc.

Ratchet furrowed at the nickname.

-And what, may I ask made you so stressed, huh? It's not like you are in danger of being diploid to the battlefield any time soon.

-Little one, I-

-I am worried because one of the most important to me bots is killing himself stubbornly, refusing to rest even for a second! I am worried every time I see this bucket-head of a bot ignoring the obvious tremors in his hands! I am worried sick after I notice that he didn't even take an ounce of energon during another 40 or more hours of work! 

At the end of your rant you had to pause to get some air in. The anger was now cursing through your whole body, anxiety straining your voice. You were stressed he was right, but not for yourself - it was relatively safe and rather easy to forget especially with the kids causing mischief with the scouts around on the base.

You were worried sick because there was no guarantee of any of them returning back from missions, making it back injured but at least alive. And, as if he could see through you strange optics your peculiar human spark, burning and hurting for him too.

Old medic huffed gruffly with no real intent to argue. You were right, everybody needed a break, even him. And. maybe, just maybe, with you by his side it would be easier to let go of the worries twisting his spark. Even for a little bit.

-I… I am sorry. I did not intend on hurting you.

-… I know, Ratch. - You shoulders easing down just as his frame relaxes a bit too. - Just let's grab something? A snack together?

-Yes, sure. - He gently picked you up to position on his shoulder. - Though non of those dry salty poisons, we will warm you a warm cut of this soup you left in the refrigerator. I don't have time for your human stomachaches.

[yandere-wishes]

⚙︎ Just same quick Yandere Transformers One thoughts

Imagine Sentinal Prime taking you as his darling. It's so easy for him to make you disappear, to erase you from a semi-functional world. He snaps his fingers and you're kneeling before him, optics wide in fear, servos bound behind you. All Cybertron runs through his digits, and you little girl should be utterly honored to have caught his optic.

He colors you in the richest of paints, upgrades you with the newest enhancements in all of Cybertron.

Reconstructed as the perfect doll, sitting pretty in his lap as his golden wings gently caress your back. Maybe if you're particularly feisty, rebellious, and tenacious he'll even remove your T-cog. Making you watch as he crushes your metallic organ in his fist.

"Don't forget your place, my dear. Don't make me remind you again"

Sentinal always has you propped up pretty on his lap. Trailing his fingers over your arms and thighs. Half-heartedly tracing stars and swirls as he's forced to listen to Cybertron's newest developments and his latest orders. The senate's conversations are unfiltered, they peel away the senator's golden facades leaving only the monstrous truth. Sentinel especially is the wickedest of all. Diabolic traitor playing king-prophet. You fight the urge to sink your teeth into him, biting and ridding until only scrap remains...

But the truth is too brittle. You have no power, no strength compared to him. And you're too terrified of Sentinal's punishments to step out of line.

Sometimes when the conversations get too grotesque to drown out, your desperate optics weave to an open window, peering helplessly at a world that's forgotten you. It's usually Senital's cold lips that melt away the melancholy trance. Reawaking you into your nightmare...

── .✦⋆˚☆˖°⋆｡° ✮˖ ࣪ ⊹⋆.˚ ✦ . ──

Imagine D-16 finding you as he's defeating Sentinal. You look so bruised and battered, so broken. Maybe he knew you once, a transformer who was always sweet and kind to the miners. Maybe it's the look of utter despair and hopelessness in your optics that catches his attention. Almost like a mirror of his pain. His servos itch to wrap around your neck, to crush wires and circuits, to eliminate anything that Sentinal has ever held dear.

But he can't...

His broken spark screams in pity. You're just another helpless bot trapped in Sentinel's web of deceit. He saves you for himself, a shivered war prize he's convinced he can fix. He makes plans to seek out Solus Prime's T-cog to lay within your chest. He wonders if Megatronus would approve.

But it doesn't end that way now, does it?

Destiny is too cruel for such fragile hopes.

⛧°。 ⋆༺★༻⋆。 °⛧

Alternatively, Maybe Orian is the one to find you, sacred confused, and utterly alone. He's so eager to lend a helping hand. Wanting so badly to wrap you in his arms, to give you warmth and hope. He plucks you away from Sentinal's tarnished castle. Pulling you away into a life that tastest of saccharine daydreams and sugar-laced optimism.

And Orian -or rather Optimus- is perfect, sweet and loving, and hopeful...

But he's also tasted loss and duplicity. Bitter truths leading to his jaded obsession. He's so careful with you always having a servo on your hip, always listening to every conversation. He can't have this fragile world hurt you again. He needs to protect you from everything at every cost.

Sometimes when your body is curled next to him recharging peacefully. He'll reminisce about the other Primes, wonder if they've ever felt such a love that bites so sharply at the spark. He wonders if he can really make Cybertron the perfect world for you...

[other-eye]

First Contact AU

So, I got an idea while sitting here entering invoices. What if when the Autobots first get to Earth, there’s a pretty big language barrier, as they are cybertronians and their language sounds like a bunch of mechanical garble and frequencies and humans don’t have the voice boxes for that.

Both the humans and the bots can tell the other is intelligent and trying to figure out how to talk to them. I imagine humans using math like setting a box down and is like “One” and holds up one finger to a bot and that bot nods and says in Cybertronian “one” and the human adds another box and holds us 2 fingers, y’all get the idea. Progress is slow but it’s progress.

Then I’m imagining ‘no voice box’ Bee really quickly finding out about radios ofc and being the first bot to break the communication barrier bc he can translate most of the human frequencies into cybertronian and communicate back with humans using their radio stations. For a while until they figure out how to fully translate and be able to say words in a way humans understand, Bee is the unofficial human translator. I’m just imagining both the humans and bots all trying to ask questions

“Bee! Ask them why they’re so squishy!”

“Where did you come from?! How did you end up on Earth?”

“Ask them what that stuff on the top of their domes are!”

“Can you fly? Can you transform into a microwave? Do you know what a microwave is?”

[yes-i-write-fanfiction]

Starscream runs out of ideas on how to kill Megatron so he decides to summon Primus to do it for him.

He somehow ends up summoning this twink psychiatrist instead.

[two-tonexiptr]

My human from the pit

You know the "my cat from hell" tv series where the cat whisperer helps all of these "bad/menace/evil" cats and discovers that like 80% of the time they are lacking privacy or enrichment? I love imagining any form of AU or situation where this happens with humans on cybertron, just humans being feral and big robots being sad and then working it out:

--- Human: *keeps running in circles, climbing things they shouldn't climb, repeatedly pushing their body off the ground and back on it?!, jumping in containers of water and flailing about, ect* Cybertronian (Distraught): "I just dont know whats wrong, please tell me they dont have a brain tumor!!!" Another cybertonian, the human whisperer: "See, humans were persistence hunters, meaning they require a certain amount of exercise: not only for entertainment but to stay in shape. I think your homework will be to give them some way of releasing that energy in a safe way " Cut to the human the next week with a comically large exercise room the size of an actual gym with swings, an olympic ropes course, a pool, a rock climbing wall, a vaulting pole, and weights. The person is having a fricking blast The next clip is the cybertonian looking to the camera with the (exhausted, sweaty, but very happy) human slumped in their servos "Thank you human whisperer, me and the human have been on way better terms ever since we took your advice!" --- (In tv dramatic voice) Next time on... my human from the pit Cybertronian: "I dont know why, they keep on finding sharp objects to attack me, squirming, throwing things at me! its like they are possessed!!" Then it shows a clip of the human, yelling profanities, and throwing anything it can lift near it at the cybertronian as they try to pick it up (Its revealed the cybertronian was holding them wrong and moving them too abruptly, the human whisperer teaches them how to move slower and to hold their palm out flat: to which the human just casualy plops themself down)

[this post isnt only for transformers!! i need more reality tv headcanons!!! send them my way if you wish using the #my human from the pit tag! aka my last tag on this post im CONTENT STARVED]

[lunarbreaksblog]

Can I have headcanons for the TFA bots + Elite guard bots with a cybertronian reader (who came to life by an allspark fragment) who's very Bob Ross-esque I feel like if they got pissed off enough they would yell but it happens very rarely, they also either have an RPG Cannon or a sword and shield as a weapon.

I feel like they would see beauty and everything, nature especially, so they just paint it a lot. I also feel like they would sell their paintings for free, sell it to auctions and they also get commissions from people as well.

TFA! Bots + Elite Guards X Artist!Cybertronian!Reader

You had never known Cybertron or space, the beautiful ethereal vastness of space. It wanted to lead you to every galaxy, show you everything and share its knowledge with you.

But you were never born in the stars, you were born on a organic planet that seemed to welcome you however, it had moments where it resented you. With moments of harsh rain rusting your body and lighting nearly making you offline at times.

Yet, you found beauty in it, the way plants seem to grow, the way the air seemed to shimmer with heat on hot days and how the inhabitants of the planet. Humans, seemed memorised and busy with a life span shorter than yours.

You think you've been on this plant since 1890 or somewhere around there, when humans were just figuring out electricity.

A fallen star had clashed with a steam train and thus you were created.

You never knew Cybertron or any of it inhabitants but still you painted it somehow and created vast illustrations of space.

So, when it become the 21st century you were surprised with the arrival of the Autobots, they were highly suspicious and cautious of you however you were a curious oddity to them.

Optimus prime:

He had never seen a cybertronian as big and lanky as you. Never seen an autobot that big, only Decepticons. But, he was sure you weren't one.

You were too nice and helpful.

Also you painted, which Optimus highly doubts Decepticons would take the time to paint.

Bumblebee:

He's a bit cheeky with you, likes to annoy you to get a rise out of you but you generally couldn't hurt a fly so you just stood there and took it

Eventually Ratchet scolds bumblebee out about being mean to you and saying that you don't know everything and to leave you alone

Ratchet:

He is quite annoyed at you naive nature however, he likes that you come to him to learn more about your home planet that technically wasn't your home but was in a way.

Loves that you paint, you draw Cybertron so well even if you haven't seen it. You also draw earthy nature so beautifully.

Bulkhead:

Loves that you paint as well! He asks if he and you can have paint dates, as friends of course (Bulkhead might have a crush on you)

He loves learning earthian art techniques from you and he teaches you cybertronian techniques in return.

Let's just say you and Bulkhead can talk hours about artwork.

Prowl:

Similar with Bulkhead, you can also talk hours about artwork and now nature! You tell him about your journey through the Americas and how nature and humankind has reshaped the world you first knew.

He just listens to you silently as you ramble on about animals, plants and even rocks.

He enjoys it.

Jazz:

When the elite guards visits, Jazz is immediately taken back by your presence around prowl, he can immediately pick up that you've become prowls new favorite mystery.

Even though you've told everyone your story with a smile, he can still see the tiredness and heaviness of the world in your optics.

But you somehow manage to make it through

He and Prowl help you with your art donations and auctions to humans and even the occasional cybertronian when Jazz takes some of your work back to teh planet.

Sentinel prime:

Is absolutely repulsed by you.

He doesn't wanna go near you and your weird rust and your whole weird body. Likes your paintings tho, just won't admit it and when questioned he says that Cybertron isn't your home and you shouldn't pretend to be something youre not.

The glare everyone gives him makes him regret his words alot.

Ultra Magnus:

You are a little bit taller than him, much more lean and lanky than him as well. He thought you were an enemy at first but after Optimus had spoken to him about you. He just felt pity for you.

Another allspark fragment coming to life in the wrong environment. You even drew Cyberton even though it wasn't your actual home.

He won't admit it but youre life just makes him sad.

Never really talks to you, just nods and walks away.

[miss-nandini]

hey, can you make me a Mirage x fluff reader please mostly cuddling minor cussing please

A/N: I love Mirage. Hope you like it! It got a bit sad in the middle.

Little Things (Mirage x Reader)

It was one of those rides with him where he would be having the time of his life and your head would be spinning.

"Mirage, please stop! I think I'm going to throw up!"

"Hey! Don't you dare throw up inside me!"

Whether out of fear or sheer annoyance, he finds a spot soon enough and lets you stumble out of his alt mode. 

"Sometimes you are no fun, you know that?"

You look around, rolling your eyes as he accuses you of being boring. "It's not my fault that you decide to be a little shit."

You look around again. It seemed like he had brought you far away from the town area. You couldn't see anything other than grassy fields that seemed to stretch on forever.

"Mirage, where are we?"

"How would I know, (Y/N)?"

"Excuse me? Do you even know the way back?" You huffed. He really was something, wasn't he?

"Hey! Don't you trust me? I'm so hurt."

You heard him changing back to his original form behind you. 

"No need to be so dramatic."

"You are soooo mean, (Y/N)"

You could almost feel his pout even though you weren't looking at him. "Well, guess it wouldn't hurt to just sit around for a while."

You found a spot and sat down. Soon, you could hear him walking towards you to join you. You looked up at the sky. The night was still young and there were stars so bright that you couldn't help but admire them. 

"They are so beautiful."

"Yeah..."

You looked at Mirage. He was looking at the sky. But, for some reason, he looked... sad. It worried you. He usually looked  so happy-go-lucky. The sudden change in his demeanor was... startling.

"Mirage?"

"You know... the stars looked just as beautiful from Cybertron... The sky in Cybertron was... stunning."

The tender look in his eyes took your breath away. Sometimes you forget that he has lost his home. It is only natural that little things remind him of the home he was forced to leave.

"Hey, Mirage...? I know this is not Cybertron and I can not give you what you lost. But... you can think of Earth as another home, yeah? Things will never be the same again, but I promise that you will always have a home to return to. You have the others and of course... you have me..."

"Y/N..."

He picked you up in his servos and cradled you to his chassis. "Thank you..."

You placed your palms on top of his servos, your warmth bringing a smile to his face. "You are not so bad for a human, you know?"

"And you are absolutely annoying for a bot." 

"I will get back at you for that."

You yelped as he lay himself down on the grass with you on his chassis. "Hey! Don't do that!"

"Nopeee, I will keep doing this." He tried to ruffle your hair.

"Mirage!"

"Right, sorry sorry. But seriously, thank you for everything, (Y/N)"

"You are welcome buddy, you are welcome."

As you stayed curled up on his chassis, the night out with him didn't feel too bad anymore. It made you realize how much you still didn't know about Mirage. You have grown attached to him. Maybe, the next ride with him wouldn't be so bad after all.

[inhan---inhan]

[fandomnerd9602]

Can you please do platonic short (like incorrect quotes) for bayverse Megatron (Revenge Of Fallen) where reader leaves Optimus for one last strike which Megatron actually commends and makes Y/DN (Decepticon Name) a second in command

Megatron: astounding! I’ve never seen such tenacity!

Y/N: all in a day’s work?

Megatron: I need a second in command

Starscream: but I’m your-

Blam! Megatron shoots Starscream in the head…

Megatron: I need a new second in command. Interested?

Y/N: yes lord Megatron

Megatron: lord? I like the sound of it

[lazypanartist]

Mmmmm.... No braincells rn. So. Uh. Barely NSFW if you squint? W/ Megatron, Starscream, Breakdown.. idk. Any bot/con who's considered a "brute" and needs more love, really.

(If you have favs that fit lmk so I can tag 'em!!)

-----

He always held you softly, like you were made of glass. A moment from shattering in his massive grip, but too precious to not hold so close to his spark.

He wasn't used to the softness. Your character, your skin, your clothes. It was almost too much. And yet he couldn't stop himself from seeking more, his digits testing your boundaries, searching for whatever could be deemed the softest bit of your fragile self.

Your hands - so miniscule compared to his servos, tiny digits curving between two of his own, a gentle squeeze moulding you to the shape of him.

Your legs, soft and yet so strong, giving beneath his touch but able to hold your weight - not that he considered it to be a chore.

He thought it might be your lips, though - tiny, pliant, pink. He couldn't help himself, reaching out to poke at them gently, watching as they turned down for a moment before splitting into a grin, squishing easily beneath his gentle prodding.

Yes, it had to be. Soft, gentle, beautiful - he equated the words with your entirety, but the little smile you beamed up at him sealed your lips as the softest part of you.

[hoiststowline]

trailbreaker x reader

[a/n: this is entirely based off my lovely friend @drabbletron ‘s post !! this post has been in my head since I read it, the evidence is so so good. it’s canon to me! I’ve never written for trailbreaker before, so apologies in advance if this is ooc.]

A purple pen moves between your fingers, spinning in sloppy circles before raising to tap it against pursed lips. It was taking a while to think of a fitting answer to an increasingly difficult crossword puzzle, unsure. A hum of thought escapes you, then in frustration you uncross your legs and then recross them, fighting the pins and needles alerting that you've been sitting here for far too long.

It was rapidly approaching the point where the exasperation overpowered the boredom, too many blanks unable to assist in continuing. Just as you were gearing up to toss the puzzle aside and find something else to do, the door slides open in one fluid motion.

“There you are.” Trailbreaker mumbles, stepping across the threshold so the panel will close back over, secluding the two of you to his room. He attempting to be nonchalant but failing, as if he hadn't been looking for you for the better part of the past twenty minutes.

He supposes he should have considered here first, but assumed you had wandered elsewhere when he didn't return right away. Quickly, he made a mental note that more often than not, you always gravitated toward hanging out here, and he had no issues with it. If anything, he highly appreciated it, fond of your company any hour of the day.

Immediately, your attention moves from the paper to him, a familiar smile adorning your face. “Welcome back.”

Trailbreaker waves in greeting but traverses the room, moving to stand beside you at the desk, now looking over your shoulder. “What have you been up to?”

"I've been staring at this crossword puzzle for an hour," Fingers hold the paper upward slightly so as to allow him a better view, he takes advantage of your offer by placing a hand just beside you on the desk to lean forward. You tilt your head rearward as to catch his expression, as he observes your puzzle whilst hovering just behind you. "It was a little more tough than I anticipated."

"You have most of it filled out, no?" He hopes that his presence isn't too overbearing, though you haven't shied away just yet. If anything, you've moved back towards him since showing what you’ve decided to do with your free time. "It looks almost done."

"Almost. Wanna help?" Tipping your head back even more, you now peer up his way upside down, as he meets your gaze easily.

"I can try." Trailbreaker muses, a lopsided smile glued to his face-plate.

There's a few moments where a shuffle ensues, he tugs the desk chair free and drops down into it, yourself moving from up against the wall to scrabble closer. Now, your legs gently kick off the edge of the desk, as you hold the paper in your hands. After you both get comfortable, you begin reading clues, purple pen tucked behind your ear.

You work out a few together, some that just needed to be talked through aloud to uproot the answer. He would ask how many spaces and begin counting words audibly, trying to find the right one as small victories achieved effortlessly with his assistance. You enjoyed Trailbreaker's company and hoped he returned the sentiment, though you hardly noticed how he brings himself closer to you with each passing minute.

"This one I thought I had," You mumbled, pen bouncing against the edge of the sheet. "'Steinbeck, John' is the clue. I thought it was The Grapes of Wrath, but it doesn't fit."

"Well, that's because it starts with an E," He uses his knuckle to gesture to the previously filled in answer. "It's East of Eden,"

When you don't respond immediately, his gaze languidly moves off of the sheet to find you are staring up at him with vastly dumbfounded yet galvanized expression.

“I don’t get it,” He laughs as you remain stumped, mostly in awe. “Why do you look so surprised?”

“It’s not- I’m not surprised.” You insist, trying to convey such, as it was entirely the truth. You were’t surprised, not at all. If anyone on this ship were to know that answer, it’d more than likely be him, but it still left you in a state of admiration. “I’m impressed. But I guess I should have known better,"

Trailbreaker watches as you scribble in the answer, small fingers moving carefully across the page. Impressed? That impressed you? He’d have to read a lot more American Literature if that’s all it took, even though you had shown other signs of adoration well before this instance. Every time previously, he’d been blind to it, not believing you were extending beyond simple politeness the first few rounds of meeting.

"Known better?" He counters, not quite certain as to what you mean.

"You like to read." You reply simply, not even meeting his gaze as a rosy flush overtakes your cheeks, knowing full-well he's silently analyzing your mannerisms. "I catch you all the time doing it."

In turn, he laughs, palms placidly knocking against the desktop in amusement. ""M not being sneaky about it, you don't have to say you 'catch' me."

"You do it when I'm asleep." Eventually, you move to meet his gaze, somewhat reserved. "Or when you think that I am,"

"Now I'll have to triple check." Trailbreaker teases, but can't help himself as you softly laugh in reply, not wanting the conversation to end. “But yeah, I do. It keeps me focused.”

“It’s a good hobby. I’ll have to find some good recommendations for you,” You smile, fingers occupied once more as you fidget with the pen, a little more timid than before. “If you’d like?”

Immediately, he nods, enthusiastic. “Hell yeah. I’d love that,”

[yandere-wishes]

hey whenever you can, can you make some yandere d-16

❥༄ؘ I'll do you one better Anon!! How about Yandere D-16 vs Megatron

𝄞 Somebody That I Used To Know (Slowed)

✿˗ˏˋ ✴︎D-16✴︎ ˎˊ˗✿

.☘︎ ݁˖D-16 can't remember when exactly he first noticed the erratic pulsing of his spark straining against his metallic frame when you walked into the room. Just that, after all these cycles, it had remained constant, enrapt. Pulling him to you.

.☘︎ ݁˖D-16 has a tendency to pick at things he likes, things he finds bizarrely blissfulas. He wishes he could leave them alone, leave the questions locked under his tongue and the paint free of servo marks. But he can't, indifference only gets you so far, and while he tries to follow protocol. He can't always let things go. He can't let you go.

.☘︎ ݁˖He watches as you chip away at sedimentary rock, coated in soot as you trek for the liquid lifeline. He can't help but think you look like a princess from those old spark-tales. Circuitella. Dainty and disheveled. He wonders if he should offer to carry your jackhammer on the way back to the barracks. He wonders if his voice box can even form words in your presence. He settles for trailing behind you. Optics darting between the stone walls and the back of your helm. Orian laughs and laughs and laughs. D-16 can't help but see the humor in it all. Irony too early to land.

.☘︎ ݁˖He didn't mean to drag you to the surface. It just so happens that on that exact day, there was a forgotten crate. And in that exact moment, you'd decided to personally deliver it to the surface train. It just so happens he grabs your servo, pulling into the shadow of the crates. Tucked away beneath him. Heading for doom or glory or a grotesque third.

.☘︎ ݁˖D-16 is obsessive, longing for his darling from afar. Desperate for a sliver of your attention, desperate for the shadow of your presence. He can't help but watch you, optics trailing over your gorgeous features. He can't help but dream of the taste of your lips and sturdy touch as he chips away at a vein.

.☘︎ ݁˖He secretly collects little pieces of your essence. Keeping them locked in his chest chamber right above his spark. Chipped paint, a piece of metal from your plating, tiny parts of an old drill you once used. He needs you in ways he can't understand, ways that claw at his processor and spark like the wild beasts Megatrouns used to fight. Needs to hear your voice as you complain about a stiff joint or your breathy giggle as you laugh at him and Orian arguing again.

.☘︎ ݁˖He wishes he could collect stickers of you. Stick them across his frame and watch the iridescent glow under Cybertron's sun. Wishes he could decorate his measly possessions with your radiant smile and sparkling optics.

.☘︎ ݁˖Is it weird that I LOVE the thought of D-16 collecting stickers? Mostly of Megatrous but also of the other primes, famous racers, sentinel prime, etc.

.☘︎ ݁˖The thought of Sentinel Prime having touched you, having stolen a part of you (let alone a part of him) leaves him teetering on lava rage, leaving his spark breaking in ways he didn't know it could.

.☘︎ ݁˖D-16 is still a child, young and new by Cybertronian standards. But age isn't gauged by online cycles now is it? It's measured in accomplishments and opalescent dreams. So maybe the little Sparkling voice screaming in the back of his helm isn't too far off. Crying that by stealing his T-cog, your T-cog. Sentinel screwed up something in your circuitry. Maybe you were always sparkbound. Maybe you were the incarnation of Solus Prime and he, Megatronus. Maybe you where always destined to be together.

.☘︎ ݁˖These thoughts burn his processor during the treacherous trek back home, back to Iacon. Can you even call he even call that cage a home? D-16 hovers closer to you. Growing bolder, even daring to leave his servo on your shoulder pad. Daring to hold your servo and drag you out of danger.

.☘︎ ݁˖"Thanks, D" you chirp cheerfully and he thinks his spark might just erupt. "Yeah it's nothing" he mutters jogging after Orian leaving you behind with a giggling and concerned Elita-one.

.☘︎ ݁˖After "retrieving" Megatronus's T-cog from Sentinel he swears on Primus himself that he shall fuse you with Solus Prime's T-cog solidifying your love. Bounding you to him through every incarnation.

.☘︎ ݁˖D-16 is tragic in every way. His fall makes Cybertron shake, his new scarlet optics send a shiver through the universe. Obsession and subjugation. Anger and Hate. D-16 burns away, you feel it when you kiss him over Sentinel's corpse. The monster in his place bites your lips trying to devour every inch of your. Conquer, Conquer, Conquer

.☘︎ ݁˖Even if Orion Pax/Optimus Prime tries to protect you. Keep you in Iacon safe from the bot he once called brother. There is no way he can stop the newly evolved warlord from hunting you down. D-16 had always been loyal to his obsessions, tearing through everything to feel them under his servos. Although back then -when they'd been happy under a blanket of lies- D-16's obsessions had simply been holographic stickers of tragic heroes. Now it's bloodstained domination. Conformation to a macraber freedom. He's no longer a little minor bot tolling away, he's Megatron now. Hungry monstrous thing raging wars until he has both his darling and Cybertron in his grasp once more. D-16 had always told Orion that he thought you nothing less than a princess. And maybe it has always been true, after all, princesses are a tragedy too.

.☘︎ ݁˖Optimus can't help but shed a tear at the thought as he watches D-16 Megatron roll away...

⋆༺𓆩𓆩Megatron𓆪𓆪༻⋆

✮ Upon your recapture, Megatron isn't too gentle. He's rough and angry. He's betrayed -again- it pricks at his spark like daggers. The first thing Megatron does is force Solus Prime's T-cog into your chassis. He promised you he'd bound you to him, didn't he? Promised you'd be together in every incarnation. And unlike every golden leader before him, Megatron intends to keep every one of his promises.

✮ He loves the sight of you writhing in pain beneath him. Runs his clawed servos over the the raw wires fusing and the circuits crunching into each other. The look of utter pain in your optics has his spark racing like the first time he saw you in the mines. He can't help but kiss you deeply, greedily swallowing your essence.

✮ You can taste his anger on your tongue. You roll the pulp of rage around your mouth swallowing the sadness, the desperation. Letting the taste burn the roof of your mouth. He calls you traitor and darling between each breath. And you can't tell if he wants to kiss your spark or decollate your helm and mount it on the wall of his new ship.

✮ Megatron suffers in shades and flavors that haven't been invented yet, you feel them swatch against your lips in every single one of his raging kisses. He isn't above leaving marks and dents across your armor. He likes you better this way broken and beautiful. Tragedy in every way

✮ He used to hate seeing you scared and defenseless. Now such a precious sight leaves him intoxicated, spark buzzing with overt excitment. He likes this power, feeling you tremble each time he raises his servo. Your life is laced between his digits, he loves tugging it harshly showing you how he controls you in every way imaginable. He likes being the monster that princesses fear. "Circuitella" he whispers under his breath, he knows you don't get the joke.

✮ Megatron likes to kill through you. Intwined digits holding a blaser, his claws on your digits pushing until the trigger releases and the bullets impale the target. He trails open-mouthed kisses across your back afterward. Sharp teeth sinking into the metal of your neck. He pulls you closer locked between his arms. When did he get so big? You remember when he'd been so utterly small. Little minor bot, where is he? Megatron never notices your melancholy optics or the whirl of your processor as it tries to distance itself from the physical world. All he cares about is your body wrapped within his. About the sweet taste of your metal and paint on his tongue.

✮ Megatron's love is lave upon open wounds, painful in every way. Where D-16's love had once been saccharine energon goodies and shy iridescent kisses. But D-16 is dead, he died with Orion all those centuries ago. Only Megatron remains. Lord Megatron, the one who keeps you caged, overpowers you with rough kisses and says "I love you" while pointing a blaser to your spark.

✮ I guess it's worth mentioning that D-16 would never harm his darling in any way but would absolutely avenge her if someone so much as left a scratch on her. Megtran punishes his darling for amusement and also because he loves her submission and fear. But I guess a little D-16 still lives inside him cause he will rip apart anyone who so much as touches his darling.

✮ Sometimes, when the lights are low and darkness begins to play it's ploys. You swear you see D-16 looking at you. Easy smile and bright sunny eyes. Body still tiny, with no pain engraved upon it. But illusions are always so quick to shatter, their precious shards melting under reality's brutal wight. D-16 withers away and in his place Lord Megatron stands. Piercing Claws and teeth gleaming under the dim light. He's gentle when he touches you laying something on your armour. Thin smile as he admires you, ethereal little you before leaving. You always check to see what he's left. It's always an iridescent sticker from his old collection...

[starry-comet]

I beg of ye- send me requests I need something to gnaw on- I have a pinned post on my blog for what I’m willing to write about-

I’ll also take small art requests I just wanna do transformers stuff but don’t know where to begin lol

-✨💜💫

(Here’s another meme I found)

[yes-i-write-fanfiction]

Was there anything like circuses on pre-war Cybertron? Because it would be fucking hilarious for some character's backstory to be that they were forced to become a clown just because of the caste system and that's why they wanted to dismantle the government.

Random bot: I wanted to be an accountant.

Random bot: They made me juggle for a living instead.