I like robots Currently on hiatus

Hihi I’m Scribs and this is my transformers x reader blog!! I take requests and I’m always happy to chat so feel free to drop an ask 💖

I have a job and other hobbies so I’ll be a little slow with writing sometimes, just a heads up.

Requests: Open

Will write for:

G1 cartoon

MTMTE/Lost Light

IDW

TF One

Armada

The Masterlist

More continuities may get added as time goes on, I need time to revisit some of them because it’s been a while :))

omg hello and thank you for asking!! i’m doing good at the moment but have kinda drifted away from transformers for the time being for a couple reasons

firstly some personal stuff happened right at the end of 2025 that killed my desire to write for the time being, and that desire still hasn’t fully returned yet. i sort of threw myself into my crochet projects to keep myself busy and stay creative in some way without having to think too hard about stuff and i’ve been really enjoying that so i’ve kept it up.

i… also got really into the otome game love and deepspace LMAO truly it has taken over my brain and is a major source of joy for me rn. never before have i gotten so deep into a fandom so quickly and the community i’ve found within part of the fanbase has been really lovely :)) my bank account is not happy with me though, a lot of merch has been purchased in recent months hahaha

i still love transformers, ftr, but it’s one of those interests where the intensity of that love waxes and wanes a lot depending on where i am in life. i guess that’s pretty normal when you’ve been into something for over 20 years? at the moment it’s on the wane, but give it a few months and i might be really into it and writing again... i suppose i should put this blog on hiatus for now, huh?

but yeah. sorry for the radio silence!! i offer my partner’s brainless but very sweet cat as an apology haha

God it’s been so long since I’ve written anything. Needed to get back in the zone so I had to write about my favourite boy on the Lost Light hehe

Skids x Reader, SFW, GN human reader

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It all started after the trip to Hedonia. While the rest of the crew were taking in the sights or partying it up, you took it upon yourself to investigate the food markets and see if you could procure anything for future consumption. After conversing with various merchants and a bit of haggling, you managed to find a week’s worth of ingredients along with some recipes to try. On the shuttle back, Skids made a joke about the amount of shopping you managed compared to everyone else and that kicked off a conversation about your purchases. Which got him curious about cooking as a skill set. So of course, Skids being Skids and always looking for something new to try, wanted to watch you cook and give it a go himself. All leading up to now, as you finish the last few bites on your plate as a mass displaced Skids watches on, looking more than a little pleased with himself.

“This isn’t fair,” you groan as you put your fork down and weigh up how impolite it would be to swipe your fingers across the plate to get some of the leftover sauce. “We both followed the exact same recipe so how is your one better? You can’t even eat this stuff or it’ll gum up your pipes or something…”

So when I said I’d be gone for a couple of weeks that did NOT go to plan lol. Some personal stuff happened causing my original plans go up in smoke and I couldn’t focus on writing anything for a while 💀 I also got the crochet bug so a lot of my free time has gone into that and bingeing shows while i stitch haha

Been working on something for the past few days though so expect some new writing Very Soon :))

me when you post and I get to enjoy it like fancy vintage wine also I hope you’re well! lol

ehehehe thank you Miso!!!!!

Part 2

Cultural Exchange Part 3

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The anxiety that wells up inside you whenever you’re due another meeting with Megatron is slightly less intense today. Yesterday was the first proper session and it was easier to get through than expected, maybe because you were allowed to take the lead and Megatron is clearly phoning it in? Can’t deny your curiosity for today either. Will he follow through? He did read Pride and Prejudice, so you figure he’d be fine with sharing some alien literature too.

“Hello again.” Megatron greets you as you take your usual place. You give a polite nod in response.

“Did you pick something out?”

“Yes. I found some poetry that might be of interest.” He taps at a datapad, sending you a copy. “It was fairly influential at the time of writing.”

“Hm. Interesting.” You murmur, scrolling through the text you’ve just received. A handful of glyphs you recognise, but the vast majority of it is incomprehensible. “I can’t understand Neocybex very well, though.”

“You’ve been living amongst cybertronians for several years and you lack even a basic grasp of our language?” He looks at you with contempt, as if you’ve never made an effort to learn.

“I-” You’re about to make a cutting remark in response, because he obviously doesn’t know about the obvious barriers to learning a mechanical language, but you stop yourself when you notice the ghost of a smirk gracing Megatron’s lips. He’s messing with you again. Refusing to be baited, you start over, more deliberate in your response. “Neocybex uses a wider range of pitch and frequencies than what humans are capable of hearing, so some of it is completely inaudible. You try reading a language when you physically cannot comprehend a third of the phonetics.”

“Maybe you should try harder.” He’s dismissive in tone, still trying to get a rise out of you.

“Maybe you should translate the poem? I can’t discuss something I can’t read. That’s why we’re here, isn’t it?” Technically you’re here because Ultra Magnus ordered it. But if he’s going to be condescending, you want to see how far you can push being able to speak freely and take the lead.

“Very well.” Rolling his optics as he stands, you flinch on instinct, for a moment worried he’s going to approach you. Megatron lets out an amused vent at your reaction before clearing his intake, and then he begins to read aloud for you.

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Upon finishing his translation, Megatron sits back down. It has to be said, his performance was impressive. Usually so lacking in expressiveness, this little poetry reading seemed to make him come alive. There was a passion and fury to his voice that almost made you feel something in turn. You can see how he could have easily amassed enough followers to kickstart a revolution, he can be practically oozing with charisma when he chooses. There was one issue, however. A glaring problem with the text he selected.

“Either whoever wrote this…” You trail off, thinking over how to continue. Can you get away with being honest? You figure since he’s been messing with you it’s only fair. It’s not like he wrote it, anyway. “Either they don’t know the first thing about what makes for good poetry or you’re a terrible translator.”

Megatron’s expression falters ever so slightly, if you weren’t already scrutinising him you’d have missed it. Evidently he was not expecting you to criticise something so influential. A heavy silence descends upon the room. He didn’t, did he?

“… Did you just read one of your own poems?”

“Is that a problem?”

“No? It is a bit weird though.” Is it an ego thing? Some attempt at asserting intellectual dominance? “I expected you to start with your influences rather than jumping straight into a Megatron original.”

“What influences?”

“Surely you read other people’s work before writing anything yourself?”

“You think I had time to read for pleasure while being forced to work like a slave in those mines?”

Watching you open your mouth, only to think better of responding to him, Megatron feels a twist of emotions. On the one hand, he’s won the exchange in that he’s likely managed to make you feel ignorant, for failing to take into account his hardships. On the other, you just insulted his writing, or at the very least his attempt at translating into English. It shouldn’t bother him, you’re just a human. There may be a spark of intelligence behind those strange looking eyes of yours, but at the end of the day there’s only so much your kind can comprehend. Besides, it definitely sounds better in Neocybex. It’s not his problem your species has defective hearing. Resting his chin on his servos, he studies your diminutive form from across the room.

You’ve found the confidence to talk back, but always look like you’re ready to run away at a moment’s notice. He doesn’t understand why you’re making such an effort when he certainly isn’t. He’s playing along for now because you’re an amusement. A small distraction away from the lunacy that is daily life on this ship. Nothing more.

“Putting your shoddy translation aside, the message of your poem is clear.” It’s not worth engaging with his attempt at making you feel bad for him. Better to put your focus back on the writing itself for the brief moment you have left before you can go.

“You think you understand something you describe as badly translated?” He scoffs.

Omg this took a while to get too oopsyyy!! I feel like Nickel is the definition of a slow burn character when it comes to tf x human stuff because she has so much baggage to deal with… actual years of knowing each other before she lets you smash kinda situation lol

SFW, GN human reader, slight injury mention

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Upon meeting you, Nickel’s first instinct is to either kill you or create as much distance as possible. The destruction of her home at the hands of organics has traumatised her, and the technoist beliefs instilled by her time in the DJD further cement a prejudice against anything non-mechanical. You may be small and squishy, far more fragile than her, but she’s certain you’re capable of hurting her somehow.

It takes several months for her to warm up to you. Seeing how other cybertronians don’t see you as a threat, instead treating you as a friend and colleague, it helps her to see you in a new light. Where she previously avoided you whenever possible, Nickel is now willing to work alongside you. Far from being openly friendly, her interactions with you are mostly curt and impersonal, but she doesn’t give you the same wide berth as before. Nor does she try to excuse herself from social situations upon realising you’re there too.

Nickel doesn’t realise she’s began to actually like you as a person until there’s an accident and you get hurt. Badly. Sent to the medbay with broken bones and severe blood loss badly. After your condition is stabilised by Ratchet and you’re prescribed several weeks off work to recuperate, Nickel is the one who takes charge of tending to you until you’re fully recovered. It’s strange, you were always under the impression she merely tolerated you at best, but now she’s taking surprisingly good care of you, all the while lecturing you on how big an idiot you have to be to have gotten caught up in such a terrible accident to begin with.

She has to stop mid rant when you start laughing, demanding to know what’s so funny. When you inform her it’s because this is the first time she’s ever chewed you out, Nickel scoffs at you to shut up as she turns away. She can deny it all she likes but Nickel cares about you now, and that realisation is such a relief to you after the initial rough start you had with her.

Even once you’re fully recovered and back to business as usual, Nickel does not stop fussing over you. She does know you can take care of yourself, but you now have a robot mother hen following you around when she’s not on medbay duty. If she thinks you’re at risk of falling off a ledge she’s using her jet pack to swoop over and stop that from happening. When larger bots try to grab at you or, Prion forbid, start throwing you around (coughRollercough), Nickel is there to yell at them about respecting your boundaries and do they have any idea how easily they could hurt you?? Putting the DJD in their place was no problem in the past, she can do the exact same with the entirety of the Lost Light if she has to.

Eventually her feelings turn from friendship to romantic in nature, but she can’t find a way to voice these feelings out loud. Her protectiveness wordlessly morphs into affection, her servos seeking your hands to hold in crowded spaces under the guise of keeping you you close to her if you allow it. She’ll never confess first. A small part of her still unsure if she should be holding these kinds of feelings for an organic to begin with.

Meanwhile on your end, it sort of feels like you’ve been an item for a while, like the two of you stumbled into a relationship by chance, but Nickel is too shy to take things further than holding hands or letting you curl up against her in private. When you ask if you can kiss her one night, you’re confused when she gets flustered and asks you where that request came from. Then she gets confused when you tell her you thought you were dating.

I LOVE MISFIRE he’s so silly goofy 💖

SFW, Fluff, GN Cybertronian reader

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When Misfire likes someone, he really likes them and makes it well known. Expect all the pet names, from being affectionately called a loser to typical endearments like sweetspark. He also sometimes uses silly mushy nicknames like shmoopy because he thinks it’s funny. Sometimes he’ll start calling you increasingly ridiculous things while kissing up your arm in front of his fellow Scavengers specifically to gross them out with your PDA, not stopping until either one of them, usually Crankcase, starts yelling at the two of you to get a room or someone starts throwing things in an attempt to make it stop.

He’s always very tactile, holding your servos or slinging an arm over your shoulders or around your waist. Absolutely the type to do the yawn and stretch while watching a movie with you. Misfire also seems like the type to enjoy dancing, even if he’s not the best at it, and will pull you into little improvised numbers so he has an excuse to spin you around or dip you low to the ground and kiss you.

Starts telling people that you’re his conjunx almost immediately after you start dating. The high of a new relationship, of having his feelings for you reciprocated, it has him mentally jumping ahead and thinking about the perfect time to perform the rites and how he’ll sweep you off your pedes when the time comes. In the meantime, he’s going to continue calling you his conjunx prematurely. He’s just so happy you’re with him! He has to show you off!

-Applin

I LOVE YOU TOO MAN AAAUUUUAUAUAUAAUHGGHGGGGG