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Transformer x Chiikawa

If ya'll Transformer fans are looking for cute pfp. You can visit this creator! You are welcome to use as pfp but please, don't use it for commercial.

Username of the artist : _bamburhwhat_

Cutie patootie

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What my reaction would be

Universal greeting always works, right?

Not everyone knows this, big guy.😅

The fanfic is called “Move” Fort max reader by @revelboo

All i can think about in the 2nd chapter.

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REFORGED

[ Transformers x Marine! Reader ]

Previous

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CHAPTER 1

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Your new body feels unbearably heavy. Every step you take feels like dragging stones shackled to your ankles. You don’t know where you are, who these machines are, or what has happened to you—but one thing is certain, if you stop moving now, you’ll die again.

Another aircraft tears through the sky with an explosive roar. The sonic boom rattles your frame, almost like it echoes inside your head. You stumble from the force, your balance faltering—

THUMP!

You lose your footing, tumbling down a slope. Your body slams against the ground—though it doesn’t feel like ground. You push yourself upright with a grunt, shaking off the shock.

And then you see it.

Underneath you lies a corpse.

Not a human—but another robot. A portion of his chest is completely gone, blown open as if something had detonated from inside. His optics are dark, and trails of blue liquid—glowing and faintly pulsing—seep from the wound.

You gasp and scramble back instinctively, breath caught in your throat.

"Wh-What the hell—"

You don't even get a second to think.

THUD. THUD. THUD.

Heavy footsteps echo across the debris-strewn ground. You freeze, eyes darting around before diving behind a fallen beam of metal. You crouch low and takes a peek from your hiding place.

There. A red robot sprints into view. He’s smaller than the others you've seen—but still taller than you. He has sleek armor, a pair of horn-like shapes jutting from either side of his head. He stumbles mid-stride, collapsing to the ground as he coughs violently—spitting out the same blue liquid.

He clutches his side, plating cracked and sparking. He’s in pain.

THUD. THUD. THUD.

More footsteps. Heavier. Louder. They shake the ground beneath your feet.

Then, you see them.

Three towering figures—massive, easily twice the size of the red bot. Their armor is jagged and dark, glinting under the flickering lights of the burning sky.

"There's nowhere to escape, Autobot scout," one growls with a chuckle. The red bot lifts his head, eyes flickering weakly.

"Where are your precious friends, huh?" the second one mocks, his voice dripping with mockery, "Did they abandon you?". The third steps forward, his tone colder. “How tragic.”

The three of them close in, chuckling darkly at the pathetic sight before them. Without warning, they begin to beat the red bot mercilessly—fists slamming into his frame, boots crushing down. Sparks burst from his wounds. The sound is unbearable.

Your hands tremble. Your teeth clench.

You don't even know what you are right now. You don't know who they are. But you know that red bot needs help, you hate when others take pleasure in beating someone who is incapable of fighting.

Without thinking, you step out from behind the beam.

"HEY! YOU!"

Your voice rings loud across the ruined battlefield.

The three towering bots freeze mid-blow, slowly turning to face you. Their expressions twist in confusion and amusement.

"Oh? What’s this?" the first one hums, tilting his head. He saunters toward you with heavy steps, stopping just before you. He towers above you, casting a long shadow. “A neutral? Didn’t know we had one of those crawling around here.”

Behind him, the red robot lifts his head weakly, optics flickering.

“Wh… What are you doing…?” he mumbles hoarsely. There’s disbelief in his voice—and fear. He doesn’t want someone else to get caught up in this.

You ignore him.

Your gaze stays fixed on the brutes in front of you, heart pounding within your chest. Not out of fear.

But out of anger and determination.

You won't let them get away.

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[ End of Chapter 1 ]

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(Y/n) Biography

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Name : (L/n) (Y/n)

Age : 27

Gender : Female

Species : Human (former)

Rank : Marine Captain (former)

Height : 6'9 (Human), 10'6 (Cybertronian)

Personality : Good-hearted, compassionate, and unwavering in her sense of justice. Though new to the world of Cybertron, she carries with her the same desire to protect the innocent and a deep understanding of the need for balance.

Abilities:

Martial Arts : Skilled in hand-to-hand combat, honed during her time in the Marines.

Armament Haki : The ability to harden her body and weapons to enhance her offensive capabilities.

Advanced Observation Haki : A heightened sense of awareness, enabling her to detect danger and predict movements in combat.

Background :

Born into a proud lineage of Marines, (Y/n) was raised with the deep-rooted values of justice and duty. Her family, revered for their service to the Marines, inspired her to follow in their footsteps. Despite knowing the darker side of the World Government and its often questionable actions, (Y/n) chose to become a Marine to protect those who couldn't protect themselves. She believed in justice, not for the Government's corruption, but for the innocent lives that needed safeguarding.

Her life, however, was tragically cut short at the hands of an ordinary citizen who had been forced to kill her by the Cross Guild Pirates. Stabbed in cold blood, she passed on, but not without understanding the desperation of the man who took her life. His regret was evident, and her final thoughts were of him and his family.

Now, as a newly forged Cybertronian, she finds herself in an unfamiliar and war-torn world. Struggling to make sense of her new existence, (Y/n) still holds onto her values, determined to protect those who cannot defend themselves in this strange new realm. Though her new form is smaller than other Cybertronian and her alt-mode remains unknown, she continues to fight for what is right, regardless of the chaos around her.

As a Cybertronian

Current Status : Recently online and still adjusting to the new world.

Alt-mode : Unknown

Type : Grounder.

Height : 10'6

Appearance : Her sleek, sharp, and angular design features smooth lines, and her (e/c) optics glow with a quiet intensity as she navigates this new existence.

A/n : Above is an Ai-generated image for visualization.

In this universe, I will determine each of the characters heights. (Y/n) is much smaller than Swerve, Tailgate and Rewind. The other mechs are twice the size of their original continuity.

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Next

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A/n : This is more of a crossover between two shows I like. Transformer x One Piece. This will be a review chapter and if the story gets a lot of attention , I'll keep it coming. For the Transformers, I don't choose any continuity and build up my own universe.

Also, sorry for not being active. I've been busy with work for the past months.

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P R O L O G U E

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"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I have to do this— please, forgive me!"

The man beneath you wailed, his hands trembling—slick with your blood. The kitchen knife is buried deep in your heart.

He stumbled backward, collapsing onto the floor, his sobs loud and broken. Tears streamed down his face like a waterfall, his body wracked with guilt. You’d seen that look before—the hollow, haunted eyes of someone who had been forced to commit an unforgivable act. Someone who had been cornered, crushed under the weight of desperation.

"It's... okay..." you rasped, copper flooding your mouth with each word. "It's not your fault. Please... don't blame yourself..."

Your voice was weak, your breath shallow. You smiled through the pain, your lips trembling. His breath hitched, eyes wide with disbelief as he clutched his chest.

"Take care... of yourself… and your family..."

Your body lurched forward and crumpled to the cold floor, the metal of the blade clinking softly as it slid free. A pool of blood expanded beneath you, warm and spreading.

The man’s cries were the last sound you heard—raw, anguished, broken.

And then—

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You expected darkness. An end. The peaceful embrace of the Sanzu River, where perhaps your family waited on the other side with open arms.

Instead, you felt cold.

A biting, unnatural chill.

And the low hum of something mechanical.

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Your eyes snapped open.

Cold metal surrounded you. Panels of glowing glyphs pulsed in hues you couldn’t name. You were enclosed in a pod, dimly lit from within by an eerie blue light. It hissed loudly, and with a mechanical clunk, the hatch released.

HSSSSSH—

The pod’s door split open. You stumbled forward and crashed to the ground with a heavy clank. Disoriented, you looked down at your hands—except they weren’t hands.

They were metallic. Sleek and angular, with glowing lines of energon coursing beneath the plating.

Your fingers moved, jointed and smooth like a machine. You gasped, the sound rattling through a new, unfamiliar throat. You scrambled back in shock, metal scraping against metal.

"What in the—"

Your voice sounded distorted. Echoed. Then suddenly, your vision was flooded with glowing symbols.

[ Welcome Online : XXXX ]

[ Body Status : Stable ]

[ Energon Levels : Medium ]

[ Alt-Mode : None ]

The glyphs flickered, then disappear. You blinked rapidly, trying to comprehend what just happened. The text was alien—but somehow, you understood it. Like the knowledge had been placed into your mind without permission.

You turned your arms over, inspecting them. Your limbs were metallic, the plating smooth and sharp-edged. Your movements were shaky, like a newborn deer testing its legs.

What happened to you?

What happened to your human body? Why were you metal? What are you?

You barely had time to think when—

BOOM!

The entire structure shuddered from an explosion above. Dust and sparks rained down. You tried to stand, only to collapse again. Your legs weren’t used to supporting this frame. The second explosion shook the floor beneath you.

BOOM!!! CRASH!!!

This one was closer. A portion of the ceiling gave way, a massive chunk of debris crashing down only a few meters away. Instinct took over. You scrambled to a nearby pipeline running along the wall and used it for support. Your metal fingers gripped tightly as you hauled yourself upright.

You staggered forward, each step heavy, your balance unsteady. But you didn’t stop. You couldn’t afford to.

Up ahead, a stairwell.

You took the stairs slowly, gripping the rail. Metal creaked beneath your weight with every step. When you finally reached the top, you shoved open the door—

And the sight that greeted you took your breath away.

A night sky, vast and star-strewn—but not peaceful. The city was in ruins. Towers burned in the distance, their skeletal remains glowing with molten steel. The air smelled of smoke, ash, and scorched metal. The ground trembled with distant impacts.

Then—something zipped overhead.

You looked up. Two sleek aircraft zip across the sky. Its engine roars very loudly like an enraged beast and they weren’t like anything from your world. They twisted mid-flight, their bodies shifting, contorting—

—Transforming.

With grinding, mechanical grace, both aircraft morphed into towering humanoid machines. One was bulky and bristled with armor. The other, leaner and faster. Sparks flew as they collided mid-air, exchanging blows with thunderous force.

Your eyes widened.

Robots.

Living, sentient robots.

Another explosion rocked the ground near you, snapping you from your shock. You dove behind a fallen pillar as debris rained down, one hand shielding your head.

The battle raged around you, echoing in your ears like a storm. Lasers streaked across the sky. Missiles detonated in midair. Metal clashed on metal in a brutal ballet of destruction.

You gritted your teeth and pulled yourself up, limbs shaking.

This… this was a battlefield.

Not unlike Marineford.

Except you were no longer a human Marine.

You were something else now. Something forged in metal.

But your heart—whatever it had become—still beat with purpose. You had no allies for now. You have no idea who was fighting who. But one thing was certain. Firstly....

You have to get out of here.

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[ End of Prologue ]

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Jazz and Prowl's secret love child

He kinda looks like Prowl and Jazz mixed together. His personality outside is like Prowl but on the inside, he's a silly guy lmao.

Character name : Flash Vector | Franchise: Metal Cardbot S

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Toxic

Starscream x Seeker! Reader

Synopsis : You're a really close friend to Starscream and known him way before the war, back when he was Ulchtar. But as the war progresses, things get worse between you and him....

Contains : angst, manipulation (Starscream), one-sided relationship, yandere behaviour (Starscream), toxic relationship

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You and Ulchtar have been friends for a very long time, alongside with Genvo and Jetfire.

You look up to Ulchtar due to his kind nature and how caring he is, you love how his optics shines as he speaks and how he wishes to explore the world around him alongside his friends.

But all of that changes when Genvo died in Ulchtar's arms....

From that day on, Starscream was born.

The Ulchtar you once knew has perished.

You noticed how much he has changed, from a kind and caring bot is now a ruthless monster. A killing machine, moulded from the war and Megatron himself....

As the war progresses, things get more and more worse. Jetfire left and joined the Autobot. Which makes Starscream seething with anger the moment he knew that a friend of his has served the one that killed Genvo.

After that, he became so overprotective over you and always made sure to keep you close to his side.

Ensuring that you won't leave him like Jetfire and Genvo did.

"You've been busy today...." Starscream hums, his body pressing on your back. You shift uncomfortably under his weight and try your best to ignore him while you keep yourself busy with the datapad that Shockwave has given to you. Despite being smaller, you are equally strong as 2nd in command.

You feel his arms begin wrapping around your waist as he pulls you closer to his chassis, burying his faceplate on the back of your neck.

You let out an exasperated sigh.

"Starscream, I have work to do" you said sternly, "Shockwave wants it to be done by the next cycle" you reminded him for like the 5th time.

"Stop with your fragging work and give me your attention, I want it....please" Starscream said, his grip tightens causing you to let out a groan.

"If I give you attention for five minutes, you promise that you will let me continue my work in peace?" you question him, only to receive a soft hum.

As soon as you set down your datapad, the larger seeker instantly lifts you up and brings you to his berth. The two of you share a room but with a separated berthroom.

He sets you down on his berth, before laying on top of you with his helm pressing against your chassis. This is your routine now, you work, Starscream comes along and demands attention from you like a cat.

Your servo gently massage his helm, you could hear his engine purring at the gesture. You feel his servo interwines with yours as he lifts his helm up, bringing your servo to his faceplate and giving it a soft peck.

"You won't leave me, right?" he asks.

You didn't, you don't want to answer his question. The same question that he kept asking over and over again.

You know the situation and relationships you are currently in. You are aware that if you answer his question, his possessiveness over you would become stronger and much more...

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Toxic

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He is no longer the same mech you once love. Your love for him has died along with Ulchtar. You feel his faceplate inches closer, pressing his lips against the corner of you lips before dragging down to your neck.

'He is not Ulchtar' you reminded yourself, closing your optics. Your spark yearns for Ulchtar only.

To you, Starscream is a whole different mech.

To you, he is nothing but a stranger....

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[ End ]

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WHAT DID I MISSED?!

This is a crime, nobody ever told me about this series 😡 How in the world I miss this series? 😭

Woman or not, I'm falling for this bot! Be my knight in shining armour! 🧎

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Transformers and DnD

I came across DnD (Dungeons and Dragons) animations on my YT page and I was thinking— the Autobots in LL saw you playing an interesting game with your human buddies and got curious about it. They ask what DnD is all about and you told them what it is and how to play it.

I don't know how DnD works, but I can assure that Swerve would be 100% be a BARDtender (get it?). Megatron of course is a gladiator riding a horse, Ultra Magnus would be paladin/knight, not sure about Rodimus, maybe a rogue? Y/n would be a wizard ofc, since wizards are chaotic.

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DM : So, on your first adventure you and your group come across a town in a dire need of help. Once you enter the town, the townspeople instantly crowded your group asking for money.

Though, the group itself is lacking in money and very poor after a certain someone decides to use them on a useless artifact *looks at Rodimus*

Megatron : We don't have any money in our inventory and we couldn't help them financially, what should we do?

Ultra Magnus: The best way we could help is doing quests that they have here.

(Y/n), steps up : Ahem, stand aside gentlemechs! Allow the professional do their work! There's only one way to solve this problem! and that is—

(Y/n), raises their hands up and says : I cast FIREBALL!

The others : (Y/n)! NO!

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Bro, the arena nowadays is crazy lol. I'm surprised that my phone survives with all of those animations effects. Burning Spice is scary as heck here.

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Here's the finished product of the character and I did a few changes.

Her without the flowing hair

Bluespark / (Y/n)

This is Bluespark (not her true name) design, picking colours for a character is not my forte but her hair is blue and flowing with magic stuffs or energon and also it's transparent.

She is seen as an elegant and wise femme.

She looks quite odd don't you think since cybertronians have standards when it comes to body shapes since they prefer more 'sharp angles'.

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Y/n : Why am I still here? Just to suffer

If you're wondering who is Y/N team up with during war while getting split up for strategy well... it's Sentinel Prime yep... anyway....

Sentinel

A prime with a big ego and pride.

Look at our captain dawg we're gonna die.😭

Have a bad luck encountering alot of Decepticons.

Jettwins {Jetstorm & Jetfire}

Will yapping you to death since they both talked alot and gossip about the drama.

Both are inseparable since they are both twins brother and matching eachother colours but they are both troublemaker.

They are Sentinel Prime best bodyguard since they are acrobatic.

Dion

Wasn't supposed to be here bro just wants to be with his besties.

Is tired of everyone bullcrap let the mech rest.

Will give you advice, have to handle everything and teach you to fight.

Perceptor

The smartest in the group full of dumbasses and one killer.

A yapper who will explained you about science and make everyone bored.

Is good at shooting with a sniper that's the reason why he is forced joined in Sentinel group.

Pharma

Unhinged Psycho Medic.

Probably a sadistic psycho that loves to freak everyone out.

Don't worry he have a shock collar to be tamed so he wouldn't attack everyone with a chainsaw also his wings are disabled since they put restraints on him.

Cliffjumper

The most chaotic mf on the team.

Just wanted to be with his brother and get mistaken as Bumblebee.

He brought out the big guns (like a large one.)

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Stockholm Syndrome, Grooming and especially in manhwas where the MCs forgive their toxic partner and get back together with them when THEY LITERALLY HAS A BETTER PARTNER RIGHT IN FRONT OF THEM WHO HAVE DONE EVERYTHING FOR THEM ONLY TO BE REJECTED! *yeets my marinated list of manhwas*

I'm going to read my Solo Farming in the tower and chill....

"Popular" is of course a debatable term, but I just picked a few I see very often and/or seem to have a lot of works on AO3. Please RB if possible, I've got a reach of about zero people lol

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Bluespark / (Y/n)

This is the finishing product, maybe? I finally got the colours to make her hair pops up. I’m not sure about the red antennae, it kinda looks off to me. The top is detailed but the bottom kinda feels empty but I don't want to make her look too crowded.

Bluespark without the hair

The longer I look at her, she looks like she belongs somewhere in a council or in the Archives lmao

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Bluespark / (Y/n)

This is Bluespark (not her true name) design, picking colours for a character is not my forte but her hair is blue and flowing with magic stuffs or energon and also it's transparent.

She is seen as an elegant and wise femme.

She looks quite odd don't you think since cybertronians have standards when it comes to body shapes since they prefer more 'sharp angles'.

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Bayverse Optimus is jumping universe now, help 🤣🤣🤣

meet the bayverse

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" I want to be your friend "

Orion when he met Y/n in the cave.

A/n : I won't reveal how Y/n looks since it is a Reader Insert, I mostly use my OC (which is fem) to portray Y/n character in my fanfic. I can reveal her if you like to see her but she's still in concept design