Or ‘look, I organized the nonsense.’ Apparently, Tumblr only allows 100 links in a single post. I exceeded that limit the first month- so only the first chapter appears here, with previous/next navigation added to the parts to make it easier to read.
About/Warnings About the author
Assorted Headcanons and Thoughts Seekers are Cats Carrying the Pet Touch Starved Soundwave's Telepathy Problems Possessive Scenarios 🌶️ Kinks 🌶️ Humans are Weird
I'm really enjoying all the fics you write. Hopefully this will remain a fun little hobby you can relax with and you won't start feeling like an obligation or something because of the amount of followers or number of asks/requests. Remember to take care of yourself and don't be like wheeljack, skipping meals and rest :)
Thanks! And the asks are fine. I’m just doing this for fun, anyway
• Bare feet sliding on the counter top, you push your shoulder against the spool of wire and try to shove it back in place. Cleaning up after Wheeljack’s mess after he’d stopped in the middle of a project to run out at a jog with only a vague ‘wait here’ thrown over his shoulder. An emergency? Bending to start rolling what looks suspiciously like a giant alien screwdriver toward the rack it slots into even though you know there’s no way you’re lifting it to get it put up where it goes, you hesitate when the door opens. Wheeljack looking for and finding you, vocal indicators a sickly yellow-green that puts you on edge. “What happened?” You asked, suddenly breathless with worry.
reading the newest part to Everything Is Alright during my break gave me the strength to finish out my shift
thank you for your service to the fandom!!
Thank you!
• Not like this. Not helpless. Feels your hands on his face, his helm, gently lifting his head into your lap, as he tries to latch onto the sound of your voice, everything muzzy and cold. Trying to protect him from Soundwave? So depleted he can’t make any sense of your words, so exhausted that it’s almost impossible to hook an arm around you, but he does. Trying to keep you by him.
YOUR SERIES IS SO GOOD I FINISHED EM ALL IN ABT A WHOLE DAY AND A HALF.
I WENT OUT THE EXAM HALL KNOWING THAT A NEW UPDATE WAS WAITING FOR ME LIKE:
(All jokes aside I'm so thankful you're writing something so good like this and share it with us. Drink water and take care, author!)
🤣 Thank you!
• Helm tipped slightly to watch you eat while not being obvious about it since you sometimes try to hide the food he gives you instead of eating it, he works. But it does leave him to wonder what was wrong with the discarded food or if maybe you’re just much pickier than anticipated. Sliding a tendril across the desk, he loops it loosely about your middle, warming when you smile up at him. Using the graspers on the end of the tendril to lift your elbow a bit, encouraging you to keep eating.
Your writing is phenomenal! The way you portray each character and expand on their personalities within the Transformers universe has me hooked from the first word. I am so glad you made a blog and thank you so much for sharing your works with us!!! I’m ashamed to admit how often I come back to check and see if anything new has been posted; and I just found your blog maybe two days ago. Thank you again for writing for us all!!!!!!
Thank you for reading my silliness!
• Little steps forward, day by day. Figuring out that questions about your day are safe. About you, less so. Wanting to ask about everything, but trying so hard to not remind you that you’re here against your will, because it upsets you. And that upsets him. But you don’t flinch away if he brushes a servo against your shoulder or lightly touches the back of your hand to get your attention anymore. Little steps. “There are other humans here, right?” You ask him and he hesitates in scrolling through topographical maps. It’s not exactly a secret, though, so he nods. “Are we allowed to see each other?” When he doesn’t immediately answer, you hesitantly walk closer across the top of his desk and lay your little hands on his arm. Willingly reaching out to him for the first time as you look up at him with wide eyes. “Please?”
Spoilers for my storylines below the cut. Not smut, but mentions of.
• First off, I’m a paranormal romance writer- vastly different lifespans between partners is pretty common. And while it’s fun to spin that angst and drama, we do tend to write in ways around it to extend the human partner’s lifespan after we’re done with having the characters dance around each other.
First sounders is here! I got the shining version, his visor lights up! Literally the coolest thing I own right now
Look at him! Yours has Lazerbeak, too!
Mass displaced mech 18+ 🌶️
• Staring at you as you hide your face against his servo you’re still clinging to, he’s frozen. You like him? As in a friend or something more? Needing to ask, but afraid of the answer. Months ago he would have scoffed, likely said ‘of course, you do.’ Now? It matters, you matter. “You like Soundwave, too “ he mutters not meaning to say it, but unable to stop himself. Remembering the other’s scent on you and how at ease you are around the communications officer. Your little face gets even redder, hands going white knuckled at how hard you’re holding into his servo. Wants to stop, let it go instead of trying to find a problem. Sabotaging himself like he always does.
There’s a lot of new followers, so I’m just going to take this opportunity to remind everyone that this is an 18+ blog, so if you’re under 18, scoot. Scavenger smut under the break 🌶️
• “You’re not paying attention,” Krok growls against your neck, servos intertwining with your fingers to point at something behind you that you can hardly see from your position straddling the mass displaced mech’s lap. “I just told you what that was,” he adds. Warm servos of his free hand cup your throat then slide down to grip your hip and keep you still. When he’d asked if you wanted to learn about the ship’s controls, this wasn’t what you’d expected. A lesson also about patience as you lay your forehead against his shoulder.
Rev's been inactive for 15 whole minutes, everyone panic! Call the honor guard! The navy! Superman even!
/LH /J
Pffft
I’m just hiding out over here writing TF stuff because the Twitter writing community seems to be actively on fire right now and I don’t have the energy to deal with it
• Curling an arm around you when you go limp against him, it’s almost impossible to let go of your wrist and shatter that connection tethering him to you, but he finally manages to let go, feels your fingers slide through his spark, the pull as he loses contact that urges him to curl himself tighter around you. Instead closing the plating protecting his spark, his servos unsteady as he stares down at you where you’re slumped against him, cheek against his shoulder. It wasn’t supposed to be like that, though he’s not entirely sure what he was thinking. Only that he’d wanted to feel someone touch him, he’d wanted to feel warm fingers stroking over his spark, holding and seeing him. All of him.
you are a monarch (king? Queen? Eh-) 🛐🛐🛐 THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE SEEKERS TRINE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I DIDN'T EXPECT YOU TO ANSWER IT QUICKLY A OMG HOLY SHIT, I HOPE YOU TAKE BREAKS IN BETWEEN AND DIDN'T FORGET TO TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF A💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞
Why is it so hard to find comic screen caps of all three
• “Don’t you think that’s a bit much?” Skywarp grumbles from where he’s stretched out on his berth watching Thundercracker fussing with what he’s almost positive is every cleaning cloth they own, fashioning them into a crude little nest with one hand, the other cradling the human’s limp form to his chassis. When Star had gone to the medbay, Thundercracker had started cleaning your wounds, wings flicking slightly. Already enamored by the weird little thing even though it hasn’t really done that much aside from going boneless after being warped to the base.
Oml I love earthspark megatron so much. He deserve some love. I'm a fiend when it comes to your fanfics. 😫🙌❤️❤️❤️
I feel like he’s probably his own worst enemy
• Feeling the Malto’s staring, he knows he should probably put you down, but he likes the feel of your warmth in his hand. It’s one thing for the Malto’s to entrust themselves to him, they know him. But you just met him and you have to know his reputation. Know who he used to be and the things he’s done, so for you to be able to trust him not to hurt you? It spreads warm through his spark, a thing even more fragile than you are.
The scavengers?! YEEEESSS!!1! my precious darlings :D They deserve this <3 can't wait to see more :) Thank you for writing this, i really needed something positive right now.
No worries :) I just really wanted to write these five goobers struggling
• “You realize that thing is sentient, right?” Fulcrum asks, leaning to watch Spinister trying to coax their new pet into saying his name. So far the only response has been for it to lift both hands, middle fingers extended in what he suspects isn’t a friendly gesture.
Your writing is amazing and I love you. Keep up the good work and I hope you have a wonderful rest of the year!
Thank you!
• Everything’s out of balance now and so much worse than when he’d just wanted something physical with you. Aware of you drowsing against him as he lays back, his thoughts circling back to wondering about impossible things as his servos slide down your spine. After he’d told you everything he’d needed to, you’d lifted your head, eyes searching his face and then you’d made your way up to lean across his chin and press your mouth to the corner of his. Like even if the words had meant nothing to you, maybe you’d understood him anyway. And for a moment he’d thought you might say something, anything, but you’d retreated back to lay against his chassis instead.
I'm so sorry for the likes spam. I just find your work phenomenal, and I LOVE coming back to it every day.
No worries
18+ mass displaced mech 🌶️
• Mouth sliding against his, you’re liquid fire in his lines, thrumming through his spark as your little tongue traces the seam of his lips and he growls as he lets you in. Taking over the kiss, servos tangling in your hair as he claims your mouth, demanding and letting out all of his frustrations in the feel of your mouth under his, glossa sliding against your tongue. Knowing just how terrible an idea this is, but needing to feel someone touch him even if there’s no affection in that touch. Shifting against you to pin you better when you try to wiggle in his grip, hooking a leg around his hip, little fingers catching the jutting blade of the chevron on his helm and tugging.
Hello, sorry if I'm being annoying. But I’d love to see something with IDW Ratchet or Tarn if you could write anything with them—especially Ratchet. I just don’t see enough good stories about him. I really enjoy your writing style and can’t get enough of it. Sorry for any mistakes; English isn’t my first language.
Sure, I’ve been meaning to do an IDW Ratchet. Tarn’s on my list, too, but he and Ratchet will likely be the last new characters for a while. I’m currently over 30 ongoing storylines at this point 😅
• Sometimes it’s all too much. Even with First Aid helping, there’s just not enough medics in the Ark to support so many Autobots. Wheeljack and Perceptor can help if push comes to shove, but even then once the fighting begins again it won’t be enough. He’s never enough. And when he can’t get his processor right, when it threatens to drown him, he goes driving in his alt mode. Feels the sun baking him, the sand and hot asphalt under his tires. No real destination in mind, just trying to calm the panic that’s always there, the worry about what might happen. Driving for hours sometimes in a widening spiral about the Ark. Never going too far in case he’s needed. As he turns, he almost misses the car down in a crevice, only part of the bumper still visible, emergency lights flashing. Not his problem, but he’s still slowing anyway. Because he’s still a medic and someone might be hurt.
Seeing you in my notifs is always always a treat, I love the stories you've weaved together, seriously. Do you think you'd write a solo skywarp x reader fic by any chance?
Thanks and sure!
• Energy crackling through him until his spark is humming with it, until it almost hurts before he lets go to warp to the limit of his line of sight. Wobbling slightly as he reappears there’s always an exhilarating moment of fear between winking out of existence and coming back, of feeling his spark faltering at the strain. Almost going out completely before he’s back, systems humming with something that’s not quite anxiety. Far below, the countryside is a boring green smear sliced up by winding ribbons of asphalt. The warping, the view, none of it’s enough to fully distract him from the fact that now Thundercracker doesn’t even want to fly with him. Star’s been distant for a while now, long before taking the human, but Thundercracker? He’s always fawning over his new pet. And he can’t really get the fascination with something so small and weak. Both of his brothers seem happy, though. No time for him since they’re so focused on their pets. So maybe it’s time he found out why.
Hi, I just wanted to say I love your work! Been binging it the past few days 🤣 If it’s not too much to ask, I’d love to see more of Ratchet, Jazz, or Bluestreak!!! ♥️
Thank you!
• That quick brush of your lips against him lingers in his processor, twining together with your words to leave him unsettled. Knowing you worried about him was one thing, but that? It was like the ground shifting under his peds until he’s not sure of his footing at all, but much more aware of you. Reaching out to touch the back of his hand to get his attention. Sitting against his arm in a little spot of warmth while he types. Your smiles, your disapproving frowns all catching at him, stirring a sense of possessiveness he’s not at all sure he wants to examine too closely.
