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Finally having the sense of making a pinned post. For newcomers onto my blog and for those wondering about what the requirements for a request. (Plus a Masterlist)
Minor x minor (ONLY IF PLATONIC OR SLIGHTLY ATTRACTED, Nsfw of minor characters are strictly prohibited)
Fluff
Headcannons
Drabbles
Slight gore
What I will NOT do:
Writing NSFW of minor characters (even if they are 18, makes me uncomfortable, at best the 18 year old characters get romantic Headcannons NO NSFW)
Writing disgusting kinks (Piss or scat kind of kinks)
Predatory relationships (Student x Teacher, college grad x old characters, etc.)
Essentially this, I will not write for any characters that SOUND, ACT, OR THINK like a CHILD, even if they are old age, I donāt like that, donāt mess with me about it.
Another note, please be patient and do not make a fuss if youāre request is rejected, rejected requests often stem from lack of understanding, the age of the characters (even if they are 18), or if I flat out just donāt want to do them.
The characterās age has to be at LEAST 20 years old.
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Yuren reader gives soundwave a very shiny and well shaped rock as a gift of gratitude for his care.
Meanwhile, soundwave thought it's a mating gift from you.
(yes I'm referencing penguins)
Hehheeehhehe (Little did you know you activated my trap card to rant-!)
Yuren! Reader is basically pampered under Soundwave, and I mean pampered to the point where Reader could be hanging off of Soundwave like a parrot swinging off of a perch while he just seems to be fine with it as he is decrypting files and spying on Autobots.
Soundwave for the first time in a good while used the human internet to care for you and your bird features and habits, he actually knows too much about variety of birds that you once had a sizeable smooth rock near your nestā¦. In a cornerā¦. And safe to say that you were mortified by the realization that he had seen everything.
Many times, you had the freedom to fly around the Nemesis, but during your recovery, Soundwave had Lazerbeak carry you around, pretty much Lazerbeak bonded to you as well due to the minicon emulating Soundwave to the point where Lazerbeak at few times preens your feathers like Soundwave.
Soundwave isnāt possessive- but there will be signs, like lurking whenever a Vehicon is holding you and suddenly they leave you alone after feeling a chill down their sparks.
Soundwave is the type to pet you with both his digits and tentacles, to ārewardā you for a job well done, reader enjoys it genuinely at times since Soundwaveās thin digits could scratch an itch or petting your feathers in such a way where you canāt help but fluff up your feathers and wriggle your wings around in slight excitement.
There are times when the bird instincts take over, prime example being snatching shiny trinkets from Knock Out, Knock Out only tolerates it because all you snatch is something smaller than you or if itās shiny, and also Soundwave more often than not returns it, if it is useful, plus Knock out likes that you have shiny colorful feathers.
Soundwave takes the time to feed you whenever it lines up with him finishing his tasks, not to your knowledge but Soundwave is slow in feeding you not because of how delicately he handles breaking fruit apart to get the exposed pieces for you to eat, but he silently enjoys how your head cranes up and your throat is exposed when you stretch up to eat out of his tentacles.
Soundwave compiled a lot of earth bird data, it was mostly about a variety of birds, mainly larger birds, synchronized courtship dances, the composition of sounds unique to a mated pair, even providing nesting material and food is considered a sign of courting. So you know he was doing his homework whenever retrieving soft material for your nest, even though you just want blankets and pillows but you made do with having a blanket of fresh hay every couple of weeks.
āwell until you decided to properly request some pillows and a heavy weighted blanket, that was the best sleep you had and you never ask how Soundwave retrieved the items.
Letās just say Agent Fowler had to deal with the distress call about a tentacle monster late at night like a cryptid while within a mall.
Yuren! Reader has a lot of bird habits, their pride makes them hold a lot of them back but there has been slip ups, mostly being spooked causes them to let out a bird screech, being exhausted makes them have tiny weak chirps, and reader cawing whenever they are hurt or upset.
Yuren! Reader tries not to lean into the bird routine, but there are temptations, mainly annoying Starscream and cackling in a bird voice like an evilly mischievous macaw. Reader bitten Starscream one time and it was worth being called a beast.
Yuren! Reader hops around at times, mostly around Lazerbeak, I imagine Reader being more comfortable around Lazerbeak since the minicon is as serious as Soundwave yet not bigger to the point it is intimidating.
Reader once tried to leave the Nemesis, only to return shortly afterwards when you realized that you didnāt have a normal life, you didnāt have a home in a city to go to, so after that mindfuck, you returned to Soundwave when he was just about to send out Lazerbeak to track you down (Soundwave put the equivalent of a pet tracking chip somewhere within your body anywaysā)
Reader wondered once if their voice could fully transfer back and forth from bird speak to human speech, to the delight and dismay of some Decepticons, you were making noises, mostly in the morning.
Reader avoids Megatron like the plague, literally just flees and goes behind Soundwave every time and always hides, during Megatronās stay you never made a peep, only during Starscreamās āreignā that you chirped and sing in you bird language.
Actually, there are times where the Autobots spotted you, only in the skies where you try to hide your human features, though the kids noticed you and it was the first time the Autobots were introduced to the mythology of human/animal hybrids. Still up for debate in what you were since you stayed in the skies and knew better than to go straight to Soundwave.
During your outings with Soundwave, you were free to roam, that led you to retrieve shiny stones, especially when it is in caves, a peculiar favorite were some more intricately shiny shaped ones with patterns.
The time you brought a purple shiny stone that reminded you of Soundwave, and feeling like you needed to express gratitude for his care you presented the stone and in which his thin digits gently plucked the stone and kept it in his chassis while you assumed that he was busy but accepted your gift of appreciation.
Little did you know that it was the start of a huge misunderstanding that you had basically presented a courting gift to be Soundwaveās conjunxed.
Actually the first time Knock Out ever seen Soundwave being polished.
Can you please do a platonic yandere sire tfp Megatron with an autobot daughter reader (so sorry if it's long)
So for context, Reader is Megatron's daughter and she is scared SHITLESS of her sire. Because she feels like she has to walk on eggshells and is being watched 24/7.
So when Megatron is on his sabbatical at the start of the series, Starscream made a plan to get rid of her by messing with her tracking device so Soundwave wouldn't be able to find her.
When Reader is in the middle of nowhere, she runs into the Autobots. Who despite being a decepticon, they can kind of tell that she's ashamed of the war her sire started and allow her to join them. And after awhile she was a lot happier than she had been in a long time.
When Megatron comes back and sees that his daughter is with the Autobots, he thinks she got brainwashed and orders for her 'rescue'. (The reunion is the most terrified she's been in YEARS)
(Bonus)
Megatron: y/n.
Reader: *turns to look at him*
Megatron: There you are. Hello, my Princess. You certainly gave everyone a scare. Their all just thrilled to have you returned safe and sound.
Reader: *scared* Sire, I-
Megatron: *puts a hand on her shoulder* As for this latest little game of yours. Thank the allspark it's finally over. Did you have fun? Did you get everything out of your system?
Reader: I-
Megatron: *hugs her* Good, good, everyone is so relieved. Welcome home, y/n.
My imagination of this lore got me thinking- (ngl this is ABSOLUTE cinema-)
So for starters, I would say that Megatron is the only one who refers to his child, even if you reached adulthood, he still refers to you as āyounglingā- even though it is both humiliating and degrading for you but you keep your mouth shut since you didnāt want to be at the receiving end of whatever Starscream is receiving from your gladiator turned warlord of a sire. Anyone else who calls you a youngling is forbidden and strictly so, no one even looks you in the eye because of assumptions.
The only one who seemed to properly respect you was Soundwave, even then he was Megatronās biggest supporter so you know that he wasnāt about to come to your defense for autonomy. Starscream, however conniving he was, he didnāt dare to be speak about you whenever Megatron is in the room, he seemed to be one of the few that would actually speak to you with no lightened language.
I imagine that the strain Megatron was gone, you would be relieved to not be coddled and not to be forced into carrying out something you didnāt want to do, that being fighting.
As for leadership, at first it was you as the acting lord of The Nemesis, and then you willingly gave that leadership to Starscream since he was the second-in-command, and also if anything gone wrong then you could just pin the blame on him, not your proudest moment and also because of one oversightā¦.
Starscreamās backstabbing habit.
In that moment where you were sent to oversee an energon mine, an explosion with a suspiciously empty cave occurred and you were left for dead, your communication was jammed, not even Soundwave could hear your pained messages and calls for help.
Somehow, in some way, a stroke of Primusās pity was either bestowed on you when you managed to get out, surviving but barely, hauling your entire frame and barely pulling yourself together, it was more difficult to traverse without pulling yourself up and leaning against the big boulders and giant tree trunks as you traversed aimlessly, hoping to use the information you had left to find an abandoned ship to repair yourself or at least refuel your frame.
Yet you were already on the ground, just only a few paces to the entrance of an abandoned Decepticon ship, going offline didnāt make you motivated, you were thinking that it was the penance you deserved for being unable to stop your Sire from being the ruthless warlord he was, for being online and related to the worst cybertronian within history.
Just then, a shadow looked over your dimmed optics, energon leaking out of your damaged hull.
The only thing keeping you awake, was apologizing, to beg for a chance to at least say your regrets, yet in the back of your neural circuits, you ultimately were aware that you deserved being left to rust.
Fortunately for you, in your blurry optics, you faintly recognize Optimus Prime looming over you, feeling the comfort of his servos cradling your wounded head, it wasnāt patronizingā¦
It was something that fulfilled a craving you didnāt know you ever hoped for.
Your optics were closed by the gentle urge of his digits, you didnāt know what happened, mostly aware that you were in stasis.
When you came out of stasis, you were met face to face with the planetās natives, or more so three that were gaping at you, only one was looking excited to see you waking up from Ratchetās medical space.
It wasnāt easy proving to most of the Autobots that you had a sudden change of heart, but they could tell one thing that you had that set you apart from most of the Decepticonsā¦.
You had shame whenever speaking of Megatron and his plans.
You didnāt even argue in Megatronās defense when he was slandered, you were just tired of hearing about Megatron in general.
And in due time you came to be trusted by the organics visiting you and the Autobots, you actually got to learn about the planet, about games ājunk foodā, these tiny creatures having many activities that made you participate in collaboration.
And for the first time ever, you actually felt free from the stares you received, the isolation, the absence of something that your Sire could never replicate.
An actualā¦ familyā¦ an earth concept that made your mechanical innards heat up in your chassis, a resonance in your spark.
That was until the day when you finally saw your Sire for the first time since his return.
ā[Name]ā¦.ā
It was during a supposed mission to take an energon mine from the Decepticons, and in that moment your entire frame stilled, your optics glowed with a mix of vibrancy that was painful for your circuits.
That was one voice you never wanted to hear again.
Your helm couldnāt help but turn back, whether to confirm it or not, and when you looked back, that seemingly distant voice was heavily contradicted by how close your Sire was, that wasnāt Optimusās closeness, it was something twisted, perverted by this specter of darkness.
āThere you are. Hello, my youngling, you certainly gave everyone quite a scareā¦ Theyāre all just thrilled to see you safe and sound.ā Megatron spoke, the gravelly voice ever present with an underlying malice that had been gained by the years of war and leading with a ruthless iron fist.
This felt wrong, like a nightmare that was becoming all too real.
āsireāā¦. Sire Iāā You spoke, only stuttering that your voice box just seemed to glitch, had you been an organic, it wouldnāt have been so far fetched to assume that you would have been sweating and throat choking up with tense muscles.
āAs for thisā¦. Little game of yoursā¦ thank the Allspark itās over. Did you have fun?ā¦. Did you get everything out of your system?ā¦ā Megatron questioned, yet you could only star back, even then his bright red optics almost felt like molten metal was seeping into the crevices of your helm.
āā¦I-ā You began to speak, yet your choked reaction was swiftly interrupted by Megatronās all too pleased crooning.
āGoodā¦ good.. everyone is so relievedā¦.ā Said Megatron, his servos quick to grab your own, yet his digits were digging into your mesh that you almost cried out for help only to realize that the Autobots were making a retreat.
Without youā¦.
āWelcome home, [Name].ā Megatron stated, all the while your optics only could stare at the last place where Optimus Prime stood.
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You shall receive it so-
Yandere Lorentz Butterfly Headcannons
TW: Murder, psychological abuse, abuse of power, manipulation, heavy themes of manipulation, emotional manipulation
Enjoy the Headcannons
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Right off the bat, one of the most controlling Yanderes in terms of underlying subtle ways.
Lorentz Butterly doesnāt show herself, Marguerite does.
Everything Marguerite does is to gather information, her obsession ticks her off in annoyance and yet amusement makes her even more obsessed in figuring out her darling.
And I do mean it when I saw nothing about your private life is āprivateā to her.
Sheās the type of yandere to be so obsessive that she keeps everything dated, in a chronological timeline, every splayed out detail is intentional, everything is about you and there is nothing that dissuades her from going down and dirty to do it.
Every minute counts, every fabricated encounter, every time where she leaves a body mangled or broken in a āsuicideā, Marguerite is a nobody, at this moment you are never aware of her in general, she rarely is around, yet sparsely so that you equate her to the background.
Every day counts down to figuring out your equation, every single stroke of chalk on a board like setting variables in a graph, and every intention is on display in a seemingly all too masterful piece of art.
She takes her time with you, there were many ways where she wanted to torment you, mostly to chip away your resolve to be a shell, to be able to fit into the mold that she desired.
And as much amusement it brought her to think about your horror, your expression of hatred and cursing her out while you could do nothing but acknowledge that she held all of the chess piecesā¦ she had no use for resistance.
She wanted absolute control.
Absolute authority over you.
And it became a fun game as much as an experiment for her.
People who got too close.
People who were unknown to you.
People who had easily malleable minds.
Simply putā¦ just chess pieces to overcome and think 10 steps ahead, she prided herself on it, and that confidence was evident of her overkill performance in how she skillful she was at predicting people.
It just take minor changes, an adjustment, cold and calculated facts of the equation that equaled to betrayals in friendship, people fighting, irrational and selfish, and if they were smart enough to heed the catastrophic events around them whenever they were with you they could have saved themselves from a horrible fate.
It wasnāt their fault. It was yours.
And by the time you received a letter from Lorentz Butterflyā¦..?
You are beyond saving, you were already in the path of an incoming tornado, no warning was even there because of the storm blocking those warnings from reaching your ears.
Lorentz Butterfly, who just sits in her seat with a calculating yet smugly elegant grace.
When you see her face?
Her eyes held a fake light, they looked so empty, yet her smile seemed so genuine, at first glance, even the deepest of inspection couldnāt ever see it, only a normal expression, it was like something hypnotic until you broke from the illusion of optimism to see it for what it really was.
It was just learned. Expertly learned to its minute detail.
Your expression makes her smile further, curled into a genuine delight, yet you donāt know if it really was joy or sadism that was in that expression, you couldnāt trust her, yet you need her when it torments you from being near her presence alone.
I am not even joking when I say that Marguerite would find amusement in breaking you along the way, she doesnāt feel the same things as you, only annoyance, observation, and a new emotionā¦.
Possession.
You are nothing but an accessory for her, anything she doesnāt like is trained out of you, brought about by the psychological torment she inflicts upon you, mostly manipulating every variable as possible to make it seem like you yourself was the problem.
And that is pretty much how she works, she is so subtle in her manipulation that you seemed to be going crazy, like sanity was working against you, everything seemingly was against you other than Lorentz Butterfly, the ever so patient mentor of a loverā¦.
psst.. may I request Charon x gn!reader mayhaps..? It could be anything and I'll be happy.. thank you...
(skedaddles away)
HMMM- okay I got you āād( į )b
Care Package|Charon x GN! Reader
Maybe something random, or in some case did you realize after a while that Charon has a poor time remembering that while he may care for nothing, he more oftentimes than not gets pretty silent in a somewhat regret whenever he doesnāt have anything to soothe the livingsā pains or even their needs.
And so you made it a habit to pack in some rations and a small first aid kit whenever possible, packing it in a pouch within Andreasās saddle.
And then soon enough you integrated it into your routine, getting either some canned goods and medicines to pack within Andreasās saddle and bid Charon a goodbye.
Though you forgot to mention it, and it leads to Charon being confused on why there are canned food and medicines within Andreasās saddle, almost legit wondering if Andreas was the one to do it, only to realize that the big horse couldnāt even open the shelves much less enter a house without alerting everyone by the loud clomping.
Charon never mentions it, up until one day he decided to just stay around Andreas for a while, and then seeing you approached with a small package that seemed to have been hand wrappedā¦.
āā¦..ā Charon was silent as he turned his head, clearly attentive yet curious almost, before realizing why he sensed the familiarity, the packages were from your efforts.
Right as you were about to greet Charon, by surprise, Charonās hand hovered over the package in your arms, you only looked confused while Charon was very still, just body fully turned to you now and just taking a step forward like he was getting a very good look at the scene in front of him.
āWhatās going on with you, Charon?ā You asked with a confused expression, wondering what was the matter with the awakened Arcanist until he gently picked up the package from your hold.
āā¦.I wasnāt aware that it was you who was doing itā¦ā Charon admitted like it was a realization fresh from his mind, well to be fair it still was as he was taking in the fact that you had done this many times before while he never asked you for anything.
āOh!-ā¦ ohā¦ my bad, I thought you knew.ā You gasp, half amused yet with genuine surprise at the thought of Charon being baffled, though after a brief moment of thinking, it made sense, Charon was more an undertaking than aid.
āDanke, meine Liebeā¦.ā
A phrase you never thought Charon would say, maybe an acknowledgement or a simple nod, to hear his soft voice speaking with gratitude, it honestly made you feel all mushy on the inside.
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Bird Care|Afab! Yuren! Reader x Yan! TF:P! Soundwave
TW: Toxic Relationships, Yandere themes, themes of possession, themes of stalking, suggestive themes, nudity
A/n: I may do a Ratchet version or maybe some the Lost Light crew version of Yuren! Reader but if this fic is well received or itās requested
OG Yuren! Reader concept here!
Enjoy the fic
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It was fairly obvious a concept, being able to fly. As a bird? Yes it was as instinctive as breathing- but as a human with oversized talons and giant wings that canāt even grasp a bag of chips?
Yeah- not simple when having a body that is not your original body.
At first it was a fright, then an exhilarating moment before the horrifying revelation came about when you saw other people and they screamed at the sight of you, seeing and dubbing you as some cryptid name-
Not like you stayed around for long when you saw what seemed to be a weapon.
Now you have been hiding out in the wilderness, scrounging for food and basically trying to find a hiding place to be safe from any weird government agency that might dissect you, imprison you, or treat you like some alien species.
That was until you saw an alien species, observed more like it while hiding away in the crevice of a mountain that was supposed to be your hiding place. It didnāt take long for you to realize that you were somehow launched into a world of alien shapeshifting robots.
It was somehow worse since you almost had been crushed by one that didnāt notice you, and you were thankful that you didnāt incite the wrath of one vehicon that mistaken you for a human spy for the autobots- you didnāt even know how to contact them since they were out in the outskirts somewhere, even then you didnāt know how it would be possible to drop in and ask for a place amongst them since well-ā¦
They were visited by an FBI agent working with the Pentagonā¦.
All you really wanted, was food, shelter, someplace where it is remote, safe, to be able to actually practice flying and maneuvering around your bird legs- all you could successfully do was randomly grip into the ground and trip over, weak chirps leaving your throat instinctively.
For someone who admired bird mythology and feathered humanoids within tapestries of human history and culture, it felt insulting to the mythology of those beings when you act like a helpless duckling.
And now currently, you were standing over in a mountain, over a ledge, you looked down at your own body.
A smooth human chest, absent of human hairs, it still felt so wrong, like some furless rodent, the way you were slightly distracted by your own muscles tensing up and your nipples perking up made you quick to cover yourself with your large wings, puffing up your feathers, you looked down at the mountain and carefully scoot away from the ledge as fear struck you swift like a punishing backhand.
For all those flapping practicesā¦. Those swift jumps and dives into lakes and large enough bodies of water to make a soft landing, the mock trials, at best you could glide a short distance, your body was light as a bird, and you have worked your bird legs so much that they ached and yet you perfectly control every sharp talon.
Your feathers flared up as a pensive expression was on your face, before confusion took over, wondering what it was that made you so paranoid this time.
These bird-like senses really made you absolutely believe that you were being watched at the most random times, you didnāt like to think about it much since those times were when you either in a humiliating position in preening, trying to get your hair out of the way, even the shameful moments where you had someā¦.
Urges to satisfy to say the leastā¦.
A small bite to your lower lip as you glanced around, you stared back at the ledge, before looking away to take some deep breathes.
āThis is easy- justā¦ fast flapping, tuck in bird feetā¦ā you started, looking at your wings as they twitched,āā¦ and more flapping, easyā¦.only it is just uhmā¦. Bungee jumping! Yeahā¦.ā
This wasnāt bungee jumping.
Your wings fiddled around your head, feathers tickling your human skin, your cheeks twitched a bit from the tickling sensation as you tried to brush away your now long and messy hair from the tiring couple of months you had to endure before your body craned around, and then, the moment you have been waiting forā¦.
Your wings began to spread out, the only repeating mental image in your mind was bird flying, the rapid thrum of their wing beats, the graceful ascent, wing brushing against the very fabric of the airā¦.
The fresh air within the bounded atmosphere, the sound of wind whipping past and feel like everything unclaimed by humans before they created aircraft.
Your talons clicked against the stone, your wings raised, a deep short breathes before you began to run, just one foot in front of the other, imagining yourself with simple human arms again, up and down in strokes, imagining the possibility of feeling the world at your feathertips.
Panic short circuited your mind as you threw yourself off of the tall ledge, the burst of adrenaline made you flap your wings with the desperation of a chicken at the mercy of a butcher, wind whipping past your hair yet now into the descent back into the ground.
Yet in that folly you began to flap more desperate, working every muscle in your wings, your talons outward as your eyes clenched shut, you waited for the crash, the moment your face would be bleeding, yet nothing.
You cracked open your eyes immediately to see what was happening, you in the skies, flying, actually ascending into the sky, almost closer to the cloudsā¦.
āWoahā¦..ā you gasped softly, eyes wide as you took in the above than the below, imagination ran wild with your memories of just seeing this in tv or from the safety of a passenger seat within an airplane.
But in this state? Just you and you alone achieving this level of success and having to do this all on your own? It was more exhilarating than exhausting.
Your eyes gazed down at the world below, much like the birds that looked down upon the world, the rush made you bold enough for a slight dive, changing position and folding your wings in a motion you noticed large birds of prey taking on, and in a swoop down, you passed through a small cloud and shivered as you quickly flapped your wings out wide to glide again, your tail feathers moving about before you had the sense to tuck in your talons.
And this was the start of a vice.
Flying didnāt become just a necessity, once you felt like you conquered it, you felt immortal, nothing could touch you in the skies, you didnāt have any device to track you, you didnāt need to cover yourself with your wings when up in the sky, it felt so freeing, liberating enough that it became a habit to try out maneuvers; spinning, diving, swoops and circles, a mixture of all and daring moves that started from stones that were far apart to the trees.
It brought a smile to your face, the thrilling high, it was soaked up by your mind and brought you into a delusion of grandeur.
You forgotten about the Decepticons and the Autobots, you forgotten about the fact that you felt like something- someone was watching you.
And that wasnāt some paranoia.
It was one day that you had discovered the someone watching you, at first you were bathing yourself in a lake, flapping your feathers to dry up as fast as you could before hearing a sort of buzzing sound, your feathers flared as your body was still, you couldnāt pinpoint the noise, you were surrounded by trees, it wasnāt the place to fly off.
It was like this was plannedā¦.
āā¦..ā your breath stilled, your heartbeat felt still as you turned your head, first it was to your behind, your side, your other side, your frontā¦.
Then you look upā¦. And you see something, it was thin, yet the way it was shaped, it looked like some kind of drone, your eyes squinted until your bodyās feathers flared up when you heard the unmistakably sound of a jet.
Oh noā¦..
Your wet feathers went ignored as you instantly ducked into the forest, the trees were close together, not for any possible way of a jet to land, a drone could get tangled up and lost, that is what you thought. Your breath weak as you tried to catch your breath, yet your eyes were rapid in their turns and processing the information they were seeing.
In a moment of panic, you fled at the first rustle of somewhere nearby, your wings flapping desperately to take off, for something that wasnāt even second-natured a few weeks back now like as desperate as gulping huge amounts of breath, your talons bouncing off of the ground in a back of forth like trying to not touch the floor as often as you could.
When at last you seem to be flying again, your eyes turned to look behind you only to see the drone now ascending out of the forest, the brush was like nothing but an object to move out of when it is no longer needed, it was efficient alright, and fast!
You didnāt know what it was, whether it was a government sanctioned drone or something else, whatever it was, you knew that if the drone was following you, then the fact was clear enough that someone will come after the drone to you by extension.
Flying was now not just a thrill anymore- it was survival!
Swooping down and swerving around obstacles, not daring to make contact with the ground, in fact you were climbing higher into the sky, hoping the altitude would make the drone fall back.
But it kept pursuing, like no matter what you could do, you couldnāt shake it off like a tick, it made you desperate to avoid the drone by any means necessary.
You simply let yourself go, a release of your wings and you began to slip past the clouds, falling from the sky and finally for a moment, you seemed to have lost the drone as you rolled mid-air and spread your wings to glide.
But it wasnāt overā¦
Far from it.
Your eyes turned heavy as you heart that buzzing sound again, you look back and there you see the drone, your ears were starting to hurt from the sounds the drone was emitting, the frequency was making you disoriented and yet with each time you seem to finally out maneuver the drone, it came back with a tenfold of determination.
You started to feel restless as those sounds were carrying on for hours, the pain in your brain just wanted it to end, your wings were trying hard to remain gliding in the air.
Eyes squinted in pain as you became aware that you were exhausting all of your maneuvers.
And soon enough, it took one wrong turn to have you crashing to the ground, thankfully not harmed that badly as your wings were caught by branches, yet only one remained unharmed while the other was broken, body caked with mud as a storm had started to hit hard with rain.
Your eyes squinted as rain drops descended on your broken form, pain shooting through your weak body as you tried to move, the buzzing sound came closeā¦.
Your face fell back into the ground, torso expanding and thinning with each heavy breath, your hair splayed out in an unrefined mess, your form all indicative of the current pain and suffering you were experiencing. You heard the buzzing sound and hoping it would end or at least you could pass out to be spared the feel of further pain.
The last thing you saw was a bright light, and feeling almost weightlessā¦. Like you were being carried into that light, the buzzing sound ceased yet your mind kept it ringing in your ears.
The next time you woke up, you found yourself in a bedding of hay and compiled amounts of branches and fur, like someone trying to make a nest or at least provide material for a bird nest.
āWhereā!ā You croaked out before tripping over yourself as you felt something heavy, leaning forward and crashing into the bounds of the nest, mostly cushioned by the soft security of the nest:
As your gaze looked behind you to see if anything was holding you back, you noticed the adornment of white, before noticing your own torso feeling covered, as you looked more clearly, your right wing was covering in a sort of weird mix of technology of human medical care, mostly bandages covering your torso yet sticking your right wing close to your torso like a cast.
Your other wing was still free, your talons werenāt chained, nothing was holding you back, except for the problem of location, which was dark, a greyish purple that was metallicā¦
It was clear enough that you were on some Decepticon stronghold- a ship maybe? You couldnāt find out now, not when you were stuck in a room with a door that didnāt exactly have a doorknob.
Yet as you picked yourself up, barely able to keep an upright position, the large high tech doors opened, parting to reveal a large lanky form that was still imposing to the eye.
Your survival instincts kicked in, your feathered featured flared out in a display of both fear and aggression, puffing out yet leaning against the was though to merge into it to avoid interacting with the large Decepticon.
Silence prevailed over the scene, the doors closed behind Soundwave as he took a step closer yet becoming still again.
You didnāt trust it, to put it bluntly.
Your mind was fuzzy, as though familiarity was making you disoriented, yet you maintained a distance, moving along the wall until backed into the farthest corner possible in the large room, showing out your left wing while your right side was tucked in behind you.
Only your breathing could be heard, the anxious thumping of your heart as it was working hard to keep you alerted and awake, even if Soundwave was one of the more trustworthy- or the most creepiest amongst the Decepticon ranks, there was no way he was keeping you here for good intentionsā¦..
Thump
Your eyes widened, staring at him, wondering the sound was a distraction, a trick for his tentacles to catch you and wrangle you inā¦.
āā¦.ā Hesitantly, without saying a word, your eyes trailed downward till you looked at the floorā¦
And thereā¦ right there, was a large chunk of fruit, it was ripped in half, the insides were fully exposed, it would have usually been an effort to rip it open yourself with the only use being the wilderness and your talon feet, yet here was one large fruit, flesh exposed, juices running down onto the floor of the room.
And Soundwave standing thereā¦.
Expectantly almost.
Your feathers flared, yet your stomach growled, so loud that it reverberated in the room, making it obvious about how long it has been since youāve had a decent meal. A pained expression etched into your browā¦.
āā¦ā An almost embarrassed look in your eyes as you reluctantly look at Soundwave, and slowly approaching the fruit, your all too human lips inching closer as your entire head and body was craning downwards and closer to the exposed flesh of the fruit.
And with a slow crunch, you bite down into the fruit, shame made you slow to chew and swallow, juices of the fruit covered the lower half of your face, yet relief of starvation melted your expression as hunger was fully realized and desperately one of your talons grasp the side of the fruit, your teeth burrowing into the flesh until there was nothing but the husk of the thick skin.
You satisfied and that momentary satisfaction was interrupted when you took one look at Soundwave only to see the looming long tentacles rising over you, four small tendrils inside of each of the tentacles elongated outwards.
You flinched, expecting to be pinned down, to get another broken wing-
Only to crack your eyes open when you felt the oddly pleasant sensation of the tendrils instead maintaining the order of your messed up feathers on your left wing, preening them as you only stared in pure shock.
The gesture was unexpected, unusual evenā¦ like how did Soundwave even know how to preen your wings when Decepticons didnāt even seem to care all to much about organicsā¦.
Your thoughts werenāt spoken aloud, mostly since Soundwave didnāt seem to react all that much, only his tentacles and even tiny tendrils were at work to preen until your wing was back into its pristine shape, it even made you look it over before becoming still as Soundwave movedā¦
The lanky Decepticon suddenly lowered, not enough to kneel but halfway there, yet just enough to outstretch his servos, digits outstretched to seemingly grab youā¦.
When they soon stayed still in an outstretched motion, digits tight together as though creating a solid perch for you to climb upon to sit like any pet owner hoping for their pet bird to hop upon to perch and seek comfort.
āā¦..ā your eyes glanced over to his outstretched servo, almost inspecting it with some doubt, your gaze returning to look up at Soundwave, to see that his blank screen of a face showed the digital image of a smiley face, probably the most encouragement he could ever offer.
Your feathers almost fluffed up, your left wing twitched, you glance at the cast and bandages covering your torso and right wing until Soundwaveās tentacle caught your eye, only it was now holding another piece of fruit.
Was he coaxing you?ā¦.
A thought lingered, unsettling, but still grimly realistic, manipulation? Trying to train you to do his bidding like some secondary eye in the sky?ā¦
You took notice of the fact that Soundwave didnāt put the fruit in your face to recoil it, it just remained within the hold of the tentacle, holding it up like he was very much aware of what you want, what you needā¦
What motivates youā¦.
āā¦ā¦fineā¦.ā You muttered simply, the thought of starving was just unbearable, not when you have been deprived of human interaction for so long.
Not when you couldnāt do anything in this body.
Your body scooted onto the Decepticonās digits, talons clenched onto the two large digits, your left wing almost twitched the anticipation of the reward with little regard for your pride.
Yet shame was overshadowed with contentment as the tentacle holding the piece of fruit descended towards you gently, it barely took any coaxing to lean your head forward to bit into the exposed flesh, almost pulling away your lips so you didnāt accidentally bite into them and so the juices spill cleanly into your mouth, your left wing almost having a flutter of bliss from finally gaining the steady source of nourishment, even if it was basically being fed by the hand of a faction that pursued war so stubbornly long that they drained their own planetās life.
Your body barely responded to the digits stroking your mane of messy hair, his other servo atop of your head to stroke away the messy lengths of hair that you failed to upkeep due to the lack of arms, your muscles shivered from the touchā¦
You didnāt notice that you were leaning into the physical touch.
But Soundwave does, he does notice the way your body practically cling onto him for comfort and warmth, the basic necessity to live.
And he wasnāt about to let his months of observation go to waste.
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A/n: what up my readers? Just to remind yall that I am pretty much contemplating on making more Yan! Transformers and Yuren! Reader (because itās a cool concept and my imagination is wonka on this)
So yeah! Comment down below if you wanna have more Yuren! Reader drabbles and concepts or if you want Yuren! Reader to interact with other Yan! Transformers!
So far I was thinking maybe the Seeker trio, The Lost Light Cast, or even Ratchet (TFP)
As a bit of an offering- and also because I like the concept to much- ta-dah! Some Yuren! Reader art with Soundwave! (And a bit of the cassettes) and including a bit of meme.
Enjoy and Iāll see ya in the next fic or whatever I do next lol-äøäøį( į )į
Imagine if yandere self aware transformers could only go to our world only when we have their figurines.
Like imagine buying a soundwave figurine (specifically the blokees action edition soundwave) and then when you check out his voice lines, he said something that definitely wasn't on the voice line lists??
Later in the corner of your eyes you'd see the figurine move a bit to look at you a lot better but when you take a good look at him, he didn't move an inch at all...is it just you or did his visor brighten a bit when you look at him?
I think it's a fun concept honestly, and imagine if we only have ONE transformers figurine and so the others could not go to our world lol and had to watch on the sidelines (our computer), watching us posing and pampering the only transformers figurine we got (SOUNDWAVE, I love soundwave)
I think it wouldn't surprise me if we would have a sudden package sent to us and it's filled to the brim with transformers figurines that mysteriously doesn't have a brand on their packaging whatsoever?? But they all look so high quality and real like in the comics!? Did someone else's package accidentally got sent to you?? The box doesn't even have an address or brand...oh well, finders keepers! (We're low-key panicking about someone knowing our address lol)
I could just imagine Reader being gifted Soundwave, or buying the figurine for like a relative or for a kidās birthday party as a gift, until for whatever reason Reader had Soundwave and just decides āwhat if I just keep thisā¦.?ā
I imagine Reader at first propping Soundwave on a shelf or making a small shrine, maybe getting some tiny furniture, and putting trinkets or small accessories on him and his cassettes for the lols like that one scene with Buzz lightyear in the first toy story movie, and then it becomes more pampering as you felt a genuine joy with playing with Soundwaveās figurine.
At first it was all laughs and jokes, even a time where you faked a romantic dinner, basically to emulate a meme, right until you jokingly ask what he does for a living, expecting some response that were in line with crushing Autobots or some attack line only to be stunned when Soundwaveās response was:
āSoundwave: looking at [Name]ā¦.ā
You cocked a brow, not even that, your jaw droppedā¦ was it a joke?ā¦ some rare voice line? I mean he was espionage but that was your name he just spoke.
There were some toys that say the name, but usually it was programmed in or have some fancy app, even then the words would not be sounded out or have that natural flowā¦.
Even when checking over the list of voice lines that came on command or in idleness, there wasnāt any mention of creating custom voice linesā¦
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There were times where you turned off you music, heard something that was oddly familiar sounding to footsteps, out of the corner of your eye you notice Soundwave moving yet as soon as you turned fully to face the Decepticon toy it seemed to just tilt like any toy after being stuck in position for a while when the balance finally turnedā¦.
You leaned in closer, keeping your eyes on Soundwave, before shaking your head as you rub your face, maybe you didnāt sleep all that well or maybe you actually did see Soundwaveās visor brightening up.
And while you wanted to speak about this, it seemed better to shut your mouth since after all, the Decepticon was only a toy, it was bound to be misplaced or you forget about itās existence as soon as you place Soundwave on some random counter.
It didnāt explain on the random places you found lazerbeakās cassette lying around, moments where you keeled over and clutched your foot when you accidentally slipped from stepping on Ravage, even times where you seem to look back only to see nothing but Soundwave standing thereā¦.
His head was positioned to where it seemed like he was staring back at youā¦..
Chills ran down your spine that day.
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All the while, little to your knowledge was that Soundwave was moving around, Ravage and Lazerbeak were major contributors in spying on you, your habits, and like a spider, Soundwave used this to his advantage by moving around your house, whether to explore, dig around in your closet figuratively and literally, and even times where he abused his power for some goodā
ācreating hiding spaces where he can watch you sleep and you donāt realize that he was standing over you like a sleep paralysis demon.
And to be honest it was some getting use to being tiny, and hopping to and from it back into your tv or computer, and it was really rewarding and refreshing.
He was getting pampered and had all of your attention and not those inferior Autobots or a certain Seeker hogging your attention, and honestly he was pretty accepting of the clothing and accessories he had been given and adorned by you.
While he didnāt say it, it was clear that he enjoyed being aware of the rest of the cybertronians being stuck in the pc and could only watch as Soundwave was the undisputed leader in the outside, and of COURSE heās preparing the home for Decepticon takeover.
I would see him as the type to drag your stuff near the computer or any internet devices and put them in so they could be in the internet world for the rest to interact with.
Soundwave though was pretty much also searching up on websites and forums to look into getting figurines for the rest of the cassettes to get into a physical form to join him, well up until the one random day where you received a box-
Full of Cybertronian figurines?!
Much to Soundwaveās slight dismay and also relief to see that all of the Decepticons are within the box while for you, you were gobsmacked by the sheer amount, not to mention waiting for some phone call of a letter to receive from the shipping company or the original receiver of the package, yet nothing, not even the supposed addressā¦.
You were practically clutching your head and wondering where to even put the figurines in while also besotted by how well crafted they were, an original piece? Some refurbished toy collection meant to be a custom line? Maybe a prototype for some special anniversary?
Either wayā¦. Your living room was about to become a new battleground for Autobots and Decepticons.
What if self aware transformers and vampire d characters end up in Vertin's suitcase. Will they share a darling?
HMMM an interesting propositionā¦.
I would say, Vampire Hunter D is the most selfish surprise surprise- mostly since the bond with his darling is due to how he believes that they understand each other, even if he is aware or kinda delusional about keeping his darling close to him. But in a self aware sense, he could share since after all he canāt harm them or be rid of them.
The transformers- it depends on the continuity, comic or movie? Animated series or old continuity?
The transformers can share, Autobots more specifically, I imagine the Decepticons, at least a couple of them being selfish while some others might be a-okay in sharing, maybe if there were some terms.
Lol- I imagine the transformers just hop out of the pc only to see they are the size of figurines, and now the tables have turned since now they are the size that they had always carried, but somehow they are still strong asf, imagining that at one time a tiny Starscream almost blew up a shop in a mall while you were unaware that the Starscream charm on your bag is actually Starscream. That would be terrifying yet hilarious to think about.
I also imagine both transformers and vampire hunter d might have a good alliance with some of the characters within Vertinās suitcase depending on the characters and their beliefs of course.
Despite the complications, I do imagine one thing, that being the creation of factions within them, well up either until someone shuts it down to make a united effort or they have their own little groups that share some particular interest with you.
Kinda wondering about that human pet AU with the cybertroniansā¦.
Transformers AU ramble (+New reader concept!)
I begin to wonder, like do cybertronians have fashion trends for human pets?
Like I could imagine a few Cybertronians finding it a sort of status symbol of having a āwell groomedā human, like I mean in terms of a humanās hair length is indicative of health, or from what a few Cybertronians know about humans, and so itās trendy for a cybertronian to have a human with long hair that is shiny and healthy.
I also imagine a workaround this trend for humans that donāt like long hair or they are incapable of long hair- or even whatever reason, and those are wedding veils! Or more basically veils with long trains.
I imagine a cybertronian having different colored veils for their humans to wear, whether it relates to the cybertronianās rank or color palette, or even a cybertronianās position can be easily determined by their humanās appearance.
I also like to imagine that some more knowledgeable Cybertrons, or any kind of cybertronian, basically do research in order to have proper hair care for their pet human, like how people might research how to care for a poodle or a Yorkshire terrier, kind of like show dogs or just going to a groomer that specializes in human hair care.
Idk, I think itās more wholesome to think about how a lot of Cybertronians just care for their humans, I just wanna think about wholesome things of giant robots caring for their tiny human companions.
I also thought up a new isekai- Transformers: Prime, yet instead of Lucy! Reader, I was thinking of a Yuren! Reader.
And if you donāt know what a Yuren is, then prepare for a brief explanation:
So Yuren are creatures from Chinese mythology, Yuren means āfeathered peopleā or āfeathered person, Yuren are described to have smooth chests, a human head, bird legs and wing arms and from what I remember long tails- or I may confuse them with the miemeng birds-
And if you wonder why the confusion, it is because the concept of the Yuren came about to me by a game character that has a mix of Miemeng bird features and Yuren features: Getian from Reverse: 1999 (for the peeps who donāt know about the game or character- hereās a photo!)
Now I imagine an isekai- (ah yes how original of me-) of Reader basically being a winged humanoid and just a sitting duck since they donāt know how to properly work with their wings and talons until they get caught by some cybertronians.
I imagine characters that are mostly interested in a Yuren! Reader are Soundwave, Starscream, Ratchet, thundercracker, Skyfire, Bumblebee, Skywarp, mostly cybertronians that could either fly or are intrigued by humans etc.
I like to imagine Yuren! Reader basically trying to figure out how to fly and get around since they have bird legs that clutch onto everything that makes them trip or stay in place and the wings replacing their human arms is such a downgrade that they have to depend on someone feeding them.
I lowkey kinda seeing TF:Pās Soundwave mostly taking care of Yuren Reader, the tendrils at the end of his long pipe-like appendages make him excellent in preening Yuren! Readerās wings and feathers.
I also like bird people and the concept of flying alongside some of the cybertronians almost like a falcon or a bird companion. I giggle at a rowdy Yuren! Reader flapping their wings and bobbing their heads to music like an actual bird. lol-
Starscream is a yandere not just out of a need to release his resentment of megatron along with anyone else that may have wronged or mocked him.
Basically from the entirety of the cartoon alone, he endured abuse from Megatron, which ends up with Starscream both fearing, resenting, and lashing out at others and acting like Megatron, which ends up with him being not exactly popular with the other Decepticons.
So when chances come about where he has to interact with a human, whether badly damaged enough to take refuge in a hidden place which is coincidentally enough near your home, or a wounded pride and just about desperate enough to hide away from Megatron, or heās fed up with the Decepticons, not to point of joining the Autobots, more so on taking a ābreakā to mope over his failure.
I imagine more so Starscream wants something, someone he can go to really, with no one his size every accepting him, sure he has allies and he can order them around at the cost of being humiliated or stabbed in the back metaphorically. And in a moment of weakness, he went into the graces of his human! Darling.
At first he denies it, a snark there, an insult, all bark yet no bite, at least not yet.
But here I make the observation- or rather an overlooked fact of Starscreamās character, he was once a scientist turned warrior, in some scenes heās actually pretty accomplished and does have some interesting points:
A core focus is Starscream being the Decepticonsā medic, or really he does the check ups and instruct the constructicons, they are more so the surgeons, meant for specifics than the bolder strokes of physical care, but Starscream also shows adequate attention to the internal care as well.
Not to even mention that he is also shown to be a mix of a chemist, engineer, astrologist, physicist, physician, ecologist, and researcher. So to put it simply, Starscream is accomplished/knowledgable, and he is also shown to not be fooled by simple manipulation, even when he is aware of what he is doing.
With the others, heās more likely to shove Decepticons and Autobots alike, and get swiftly punished, but with his human! Darling, at first he considers them as an easily breakable object or a doll, but over time, fascination hits him when he finds himself slowly enamored by you.
Suddenly he isnāt the snarky Decepticon that thought less of you, he still does do that only itās more observant, like catching a glimpse of the insides of a geode.
Starscream then begins to take part of your life, and heās actually being considerate, well before he was just enough to not accidentally squish you, but then he actually lets you on his hand, and not in a way where someone might clutch a doll, but actually holding you in an open palm.
He actually begins to observe you from afar, mostly in his jet form, whether acting as one or hiding in the background whether out of everyoneās sight or blending in, if you are in a city then he will have some difficulty, but in a countryside? Heās having the time of his life coming and going as he pleased.
Whether or not he takes you from your home, itās actually pretty difficult to say if he would take you, on one hand you are his sanctuary, on the other hand it would be difficult knowing that if he leave you alone, you would either take the chance to leave and disappear into the rest of your kind.
And so he does probably the most optimal option while he observes you and keep you close, he began to take note of your surroundings and environment, and as quickly as he could, he quite literally snatches a piece of your home, dunk you into the cockpit of his chassis and then takes back off to his chambers.
I would also assume that he would take residence within his private quarters of the Decepticon base or even take refuge in places where he had frequented, whether it is old bases that are now destroyed yet still functional.
At first, he makes it very clear that if you try to escape, he will make it difficult for you, whether restraining you to your fake environment, putting you in places where it is purposely improbable for you to escape easily or even at all, he may be overconfident, but really you canāt manipulate a manipulator who takes any or every chance to assume a dominant position.
So what could his human darling even do? Well your options is the waiting game, stroking his ego, or act desperate for connection, it stroke his ego a lot to be depended upon, yet he is paranoid, at best heās holding you in his hand or the cockpit of his chassis, he wonāt let you leave until either you proven trustworthy enough, and itās kinda almost quick since he can quickly turn demanding whenever he believes he has the upper hand.
He may be smart but his perception is short lived, heās almost drunk off of the power he has the moment he attains it.
And the moment you take the opportunity, one would suggest to hide back into the fray of your kind, donāt try to grab any technology that could be intercepted or track down, if anything I probably would assumed Starscream to put a tracker yet I donāt see him as the type unless you escaped the first time.
But back to being trapped with the Decepticon, Starscream greatly relishes the control he has over you, taking ever chance to control your actions, I think he would have his fantasies, whether if you are just a human āpetā or his conjuxed, but something so intimate would never be shared but there would be signs.
Most notably, in the clothes he āattainedā from your primitive shops, is mostly his color palette, better trust him to know what to wear, it could be something as simple as a red and white hoodie with blue pants or fine suits and outfits that looks so similar to his color scheme it doesnāt even seem to hide his connection.
I totally see him as the type to āgiftā you some human puzzles that may entertain you but as soon as you finish the puzzle you just see that it is a damn image of an F-15 jetā¦.
The same model that Starscreamās alt mode is.
Weirdly enough, I see him as actually being aware of human care, whether hair care, simple hygiene, even at times where he had broken into a medical facility just to snag a couple of medicines to pretty much care for you.
Most definitely because he doesnāt want to give you a reason to leave your fake home.
Though I also kinda see him as the kind of obsessive Decepticon to be weirdly interested in his human darlingās hair, heās the kind of bot that would definitely pride himself on his human darlingās appearance, and mostly about him dressing his darling MAGNIFICENTLY-
Even though the color scheme is limited to his.
Overall, I would say Starscream is a yandere that may be predictable, heās actually one of the more unpredictable Yanderes that just have the outer layer of being predictable.
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Natasha is the type of yandere that uses the intimacy of the moment to lull her darling even more into dependency.
With her medical knowledge and experience, Natasha is capable to figure out which parts her darling is sensitive to, whether they are sensitive in their hips, the neck, the waist or even the stomach.
And trust meā¦.You donāt wanna know how long she observed you in order to find that knowledge out.
Natashaās diplomacy is how she mostly connects with her Darling, I feel like she doesnāt necessarily uses physical or sexual stimulation unless she needs her darling to be in a state of dependency or really to subtly remind them of their place.
Whether it is needs or wants, Natasha is always there to give it out whichever way she wants and chooses.
Do you want cuddling and praises? Sure, Natasha is happy to allow it if her darling does as they are told and not stray from their boundaries. If they didnāt behave? Natasha doesnāt tell it, but you will know that you have done wrong if you donāt receive any praise or even a simple comforting hug.
Sure, Natasha doesnāt give you what you want, itās a benefit of a doubt if she knows what she is doing, but she knows that you are aware of how she operates, so that leaves you with questions on why she recoiled when you tried to cuddle in the afterglow, did you do something? Did you make her disappointed?
Natasha only smiles quietly when she notices you out of the corner of her eye, looking confused and almost distraught, a learned behavior that you never notice.
Natasha is almost certainly abusing the sort of Pavlovās dog effect whenever inflicting intimacy or sexual initiation. Whether your mind doesnāt want it or not, the moment she triggers a signal, you suddenly become desperate for her touch and attention in the hopes she reinstate her affections with you.
Itās so desperate that it is uncomfortable for you when the afterglow is over, you start to feel so conflicted and antsy, was this enough? Were you not doing your best? How can you get more?
More. More. Moreā¦.
Then there are the added effect of drugs and aphrodisiacs, some to make you tired, more pliant and willing to lay with her and take her, others to slip into your drink or food, slow acting of course, and later on Natasha can further push the Pavlov effect to make as something as small as the vial of her choker to be your throat dry and your clothes somehow feeling tighter than usual.
Itās more impossible to confront her because of how random she can be, she is patient, she can exert herself to avoid any kind of suspicion, and if a confrontation occurs? She will give you a disappointed look, genuine hurt but doesnāt say anything, she is aware of how silence can make a person think more and more until somehow that even they couldnāt believe the accusation.
And then the pause, she will still continue to ask to do dinner, whether if it is drugged or not, who knows?
You eat dinner and you feel fine, you just feel paranoid.
I think that is the scariest part about Natasha, since she is a doctor and is practically intelligent because of her experience as a leader, she can and will utilize her resources and her talents, she can recognize when it is time and when she needs to be patient.
For most of the intimacy, it depends on whether or not her darling trusts her, or is suspicious of her, if her darling is āgoodā then prepare to be rewarded, intimacy is more closer and intertwined, Natasha kissing you and fondling you, her favorite part is seeing you lean into her when she gets to the more steamy moments.
When her Darling is ābadā, Natasha doesnāt change her style, though the tone is more closed off, it feels more like an obligation than anything, itās more in line with serving her needs rather than your own, it isnāt on the part of your orgasm and even then she edges you, spreads your body apart, she may as well put you in a position where it is more humiliating while she denies your orgasm.
I pretty much see Natasha as strictly dominant, she isnāt a bottom, not because she strictly likes the control over you, itās more about keeping you in line and keeping you closer to her, the added bonus is seeing you vulnerable and dependent.
And when you cry? That gets something in her mind activated and suddenly she is all compassionate and calm, sheās comforting you and in both scenarios, she initiates the hugging and tender kisses on your forehead.
Only that in the bad scenario, she most likely would either say āitās almost overā or a āthis is why you must listenā, and the comfort feels sickening yet you cling onto it because it is her good grace that makes you plead for it to be over, make you plead for mercy.
Natasha pretends not to hear that through your sobs.
Only the end of her punishment would she finally nuzzle her head atop of yours, cuddling you until you fall asleep.
Aftercare is a necessity for Natasha, itās one of her more favored parts since she has all the control, whether parting your legs and seeing your sex either becoming stimulated again or how messy your inner thighs are, she gladly takes her time in cleaning that up. She cleans you with a warm moist towel and soap, neatly brushes your hair until it is back into a hairstyle she prefers on you, and she can touch you however she like without you having any qualms as you are resting in her touch.
How can you ever deny her care?
And as for things like bondage, Natasha doesnāt need that, she knows you wonāt deny her, because you wonāt disappoint her, and she knows that all too well, with all that manipulation to you mind and making you out to be the one to not be trusted with yourself other than Natasha, it really makes you beg the questionā¦
May I request some self aware au with more stuff about Amphoreus,Planarcadia characters(Lygus and Asat too) and the Aeons.Like anything cause I really like how you write self aware characters.This is my first request so I hope Iām not being rude.Hope you have a nice dayš„°
Oh my bread and DAMN BUTTER- ( happy first request!-)
Past and Future
TW: Yandere themes, voyuerism themes, also themes of the unknown, themes of body horror, suggestive
Enjoy
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The format will go like this Amphoreus - Planarcadia - Aeons
Let me start off with my favorite, the only character that made me interested enough to read up on their lore, Lygus.
Lygus is what I believe to be both lucid and delusional, while he may be aware of everything, he is simple egotistical enough to be a type of delusional like āI know you better than anyone else!ā, and he does back it up, though somehow he is bemused by your horror like- what do you mean you donāt want an explanation of how he collected every single detail of your search history and how he deduced which times you were horny?
Lygus is one that just looks behind the screen and have this parasocial connection, even if you are unaware of how your tuckered out face is pressing against your screen and showing your unflattering side, Lygus will only swoon and coo, if he didnāt utilize the Aeonsā habits of breaking the barriers of your physical world, then he will very much likely find a way to interact with your world, whether attaching himself into a message space, a roleplay server, even games where itās all about matching up with someone as a partner.
In fact- I would go out on a limb here and suggest that a few of the Amporeus cast might emulate Lygusās way of thinking or delusion, maybe more aligned with their character but nonetheless they were basically created by Lygus and have interacted with him in a positive-negative way, so it would honestly not be too far fetch if they become delusional or very lucid but intrigued enough to stalk your behavior.
Phainon and Mydei are the delusional and the lucid, Ciper is obsessive and collects everything about you, Castorice and Aglaea are the stalkers, Cyrene is more lucid but she keeps a very close eye on you and is manipulative. Anaxa is a mix between all of them so heās basically a wildcard that always has a plan.
Evernight is protective of March 7th, though if March is obsessed with you, then Evernight is possessive over you, to the point of halfway choking you but not in her grip.
Planarcadia:
Asat is more than likely to act under the guise of an internet friend- whether taking the identity of one that havenāt been around for a long while or he might actually be one of the few to be in your physical world, I would choose both since heās more a type to just copy himself and have one to be the inside man and the physical form can emulate whatever so he can appeal to you.
Asat finds himself feeling a lot of things, and so what better joke than to be the punchline? Asatās obsession is very well hidden, mostly because the internet itself can be a great way to find out everything about you, even mere traces can make him aware of your habits.
Now- Ashveil, Ashveil is someone that is one of the more protective and delusional, but he isnāt that delusional heās actually pretty self aware and with you, he pretty much acts like an online boyfriend, whether or not you already are being pursued by others, chances are he will take on the guise of some loversā game or those choice-based story games.
Blade is someone that gets more possessive over you, he tries to be all the more patient, and then suddenly heās teaming up with Ashveil and Jing Yuan, I can actually visualize them making quite the trio (for the lols-), and that makes them so terrifying since they are experienced and so better watch out if anyoneās flirting with you (except Asat Pramad ofc-) because the next day they will be a missing personās case.
Evanescia is the seemingly more carefree kind of yandere until the mask slips and suddenly she is desperate in a sense, sheās almost like someone desperate to remain and she will do everything possible, whether locking her code in a safety net, embedded into other peopleās computers like a virus until she has multiplied so her safety is assured, she then gets to work in attracting you, whether being a game friend in your favorite games, mostly games where there is a chat box, and build up to inviting you to a discord server, luring you in for the others. Sheās that desperate to remain.
Aeons
Now the Aeons are shared in the ability to break through the barriers, and at first the Aeons were pretty ignorant until they were first visited by the trailblazer in the simulated universe.
I either believed that the aeons couldnāt break through until Qilipoth made the first strike or Aha simply infecting the PC, but I would say it was a combined effort as the aeons did their own thing until the overwhelmed the barrier so much that they were now able to come and go as they pleased.
I actually believe that the Aeons are a type to take the forms of inanimate objects rather than taking on a humanoid form, whether you stumble upon a rare orchid that seems to grow out of its pot, a shiny rock that seemed get a bit bigger with each passing day, a horse figurine that slowly morphs into something centaur like, a music box that changes design each time you look at it, the destruction infecting scars or wounds that almost look like pus, and aha simply takes a very annoying jack-in-the-box.
Nous just takes on more mechanical items, whether itās that small bot that messages you on discord, the radio in your car tweaking out, even your old gaming consoles seems to change at times.
Yāknow what would be weird? Suddenly being home alone, like having nothing to do and you feel weird because why do feel like you are being watched?!
It would be funny if the aeons had no chill in just affecting your life, either yaoshiās orchid is growing to the point where one time you slept near it and suddenly your thigh has been trapped by a damn root, or Ahaās jack in the box causing you to trip at the most inconvenient times when you try to nudge it out of the way, you once had to be quarantined in the hospital due to your wounds having the strange puss.
I also like to imagine Yaoshi kinda being a pervert, not in the normal sense, itās more like Yaoshi has no sense of boundaries and one time you were taking a shower and suddenly you felt a chill down your spine only to look and just see the orchid in the window, best believe your discord friends are making fun of you, itās funny as hell to think that a flower can be a pervert but it isnāt funny when you feel like thereās a camera in the flowerās column.
Every damn day you have to look at the flower every time you feel like someone is staring at you, though whenever you put the orchid near the horse figurine, the staring problem stops.
Any of the medicine sellers are so fineš š š š
WHEN WILK THE 3RD MOVIE COME OUT AUGHH
Iām SO EXCITED FOR THE THIRD MOVIE ITS NOT FUNNY
Iām practically rabid behind the bars of my enclosure for this movie coming out because WHAT DO YOU MEAN I have to wait a whole THREE MONTHS FOR GLOBAL RELEASE?!
Either yandere Lorentz butterfly or yandere Engima
HEE HEE HEE- Iāve been waiting for an enigma one!
Yandere Enigma Headcannons
TW: Yandere Themes, manipulation, emotional manipulation, violence (not towards reader), dependency, and themes of buried emotions
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Enigma is unpredictable in terms of how he outwardly acts, ever since his sister Greta died, heās more harsh, more than likely to be snarky but nearly cordial, a weird mixture of snarky and cordial, he may be a bit of an ass but he is still a researcher.
One that practically closed down on everyone.
I would say that his darling might cause him to be desperate, even more so closed off yet heās clinging onto you in less physical ways.
And- let me be honest- he probably would have a collection of your items, I honestly see him having a mess yet if you look closer you notice that all of them have the same patterns as the stuff you were unaware of yet you were kinda aware that you couldnāt find them.
Enigma is, what I see, as one of the more extreme tsunderes- NOT THE STEREOTYPICAL KIND- itās pretty much a more subtle way of showing his interest, whether he has more patience for you, not being snarky or really rude, he does have that sort of state of a stern boss analyzing everything and probably grading your work while you try not to mumble, you are pretty much a bit afraid of him to even notice that he is listening to every word you say and registering it in his mind.
āBondingā is not really an activity unless it is private, even then his darling is poorly unaware that Enigma is bringing them out on dates since usually Enigma demands their attention like he needs their input on records, encryptions, everything else other than what they are literally just doing together.
And of course everyone in Laplace takes an opportunity to dunk on Enigma, they notice Enigma spending a lot of time with you and basically being in proximity to you, maybe it wouldnāt be brow-raising to see if you are a worker in Laplace, maybe a small suspicion if you are from the Foundation or a small time employee, if you were anything else then they would have tease Enigma for his ācrushā while you look horrified but you didnāt notice Enigma neither confirming nor DENYING it.
As for possessive behavior, heās tame in the aspect he isnāt a fool to act incompetent in Laplace, his place of work, plus it would be easier to enforce a āno personal relationship in the workplaceā type rule, but the moment the person isnāt an employee, heās absolutely giving them a nasty hook to the face if they try to get closer to you.
I would go on a limb and make a guess that he wouldnāt hurt the person until they push his buttons, he has to follow some conduct, not like he really has a respect for them or himself, but he does have enough sense to be aware that you wouldnāt want to get close to someone like him.
Enigma is a person that will never admit his feelings, itās more like a rare moment to admit to what he wants and the moment he wants something he will push for a different action to urge the process of attaining that goal.
Like how come he is pushing more work your way? More meetups to discuss Laplace or the Foundation? The planning, the excuses, the innocent enough propositions of working with him.
Enigma is someone I see as wanting to tangle you further with him, whether associating you by his side or people making a connection with you and him, and while he may insinuate stuff more by placing his hand in your hand or on your shoulder-
He waits patiently, and he keeps you away from anything related to the storm, whether research in the storm, witnessing the storm or even making you job completely different to where you canāt even leave Laplace without his approval.
And if you try to confront him, his arguments are logical, and itās more so a battle of patience and one that you lose.
But push his buttons right, try to drag on the confrontation, then you might be surprised when his reaction isnāt what you expected-
Him. Looking at you. Heāsā¦. Crying?ā¦.
Not cryingā¦ā¦ more like the tears near welling up, yet his expression is still hardened, still as grim looking and unkempt.
He doesnāt apologize for what he did, he isnāt a coward in that regard, he is a planner, he is smart and he knows that, yet that selfish part of him, the one where he was so desperate to be with his sister again, to enter a simulation again and again and try to get that simulated version of Greta to give up, heās that Enigma now.
The softer part.
The one that just didnāt want his world to crumble apart againā¦.
And now suddenly, youāre the guilty one, the bad guy, you are the one who crossed the line, maybe if you were to have talked with him then he would have explain himself and not have kept you in the darkā¦.
Now look what you have done.
Oh but donāt worry, Enigma will forgive, but he wonāt forget it, just let him handle your job, just let him take care of everything.
Soon enough, you wonāt even realize that you are trapped in the clutches of a desperate man.
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Iāve ventured the sea of transformers lore- ouughhhh the potential-
Off the top of my head-
Honorable mentions (crossovers):
Yan! Transformers x 1010! Reader (NSR): Reader is a robot designed for an entertainment group, flirting, dancing, and attacking all while feeding off of their fanās adoration- unfortunately they are the funny one. (Ifykyk-)
Yan! TFP Ratchet x Baymax! Reader - Reader is a human sized robot designed by humans, and is blunt about human behavior and biology since reader registers everyone as their patient.
(My fav option): Yan! Transformers x 80s! Retro futuristic Robot! Darling - again, robot sized but retro futuristic, like Yāknow those designs where itās either sleek, retro futuristic style, the visors, the spikes, the abstract shapes or even how it had that overall sci-fi feel.
Yan! Predaking x human! Darling - wacky hyjinx and suddenly conjuxed with Predaking after he sees a movie about a dragon basically taking a human princess, suddenly you are mistaken for a princess after resembling a bit too much like the actress
Yan predaking x dragonshifter! Darling - Predaking and Darling fighting in their dragon forms, after which he tries to court them only to find they are much smaller in their human form- that doesnāt dissuade him.
Yan! TFP Soundwave x Gamer! Darling - basically connecting after Soundwave surprisingly enters a human game and became one of the best players.
Yan! Starscream x Pilot! Reader - Reader finding Starscream in his transformed state and deciding to house the jet, in which the joys of flying are shared and Starscream gets possessive.
Yan! Starscream, Yan! Skywarp, and Yan! Thundercracker x Pilot Reader - same premise, only that Reader is oblivious on why the jet colors are changing, only that Reader is actually caring for three, the seekers basically like the pampering.
Yan! Ultra Magnus x Lazy! Reader - Reader just soaking up being held and just not doing anything but napping, which leads to Magnus ironically being entranced because Reader is so attractive yet so damn lazy, avoiding work while trying to charm Magnus into letting them off the hook.
Yan! TFP Wheeljack x Cowboy! Reader - Cowboy >:)
Yan! Optimus Prime x middle aged! Reader - Optimus Prime becoming attached to reader and just attracted to Reader.
Yandere! Ratchet x knitting! Reader
Yan! Optimus Prime x baking! Reader - Reader introducing Prime to baking
I imagine also after seeing fics and Headcannons about how cybertronians adopting humans as pets and-
Yāknow what? No! I want to make Headcannons of Autobots adopting elderly humans- Iāve gotten to see Autobots adopting humans- BUT WHERE ARE THE ONES WITH FLUFFY SCENARIOS OF CARING FOR THE ELDERLY!?
Opportunity- not to mention the potential of Cybertronians just forming an unhealthy attachment to elderly humans like āwhy would humans leave them alone?!? Augh!!!-ā I definitely see a cybertronian just making a sort of sanctuary for elderly humans and basically being like a sentinel for them.
