My name is Aiko! I go by she | her and it | its. I have been writing fanfiction for about 10 years now, mostly x reader. I am 21 years old, and my birthday is May 24.
My time zone is AST | ADT & I am Canadian, I hope you enjoy what I write for you!
My favourite series is MTMTE, my favourite groups are the DJD and Scavengers, and my fav character is Spinister (But I also love Perceptor, Fort Max, Trepan, and Overlord.)
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Maximum of 5 characters per request
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Please include information from the request format provided below
Only female/femme or gender-neutral reader
I only write characters listed in my masterlist
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Headcanons
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Oneshots
Matchups (reqs closed)
Request Format
Each post type requires different information, so this is generally the best to-do for each one I can provide.
Headcanons, Drabbles & Oneshots: Character(s) and their continuities, prompt, and any extra info. You should not specify whether it's hcs/drabbles/oneshot. I choose based off the prompt.
Match-Ups: Preferred side(s)/alignment, preferred continuities, and anything about you besides appearance. You will get one platonic and one romantic assignment unless requested otherwise.
Other
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R u dead??? Did u die??? Did the carpet demons finally get u??? Have u ascended beyond this mortal plane??? What happened??? Who hurt you???
(U donβt need to answer this if u are actually dead, no pressure π)
I am present...
I am currently working on a fic! I just have other blogs in other fandoms that I write on, too, depending on my mood π
It's a sight that sends sporadic alerts across a doddery processor, warning the mech that if he got himself all riled up, he'd be susceptible to damage-worthy overheating. Tense, he clenches his already aching digits further around the arm of the chair, warping the metal slightly as he continues to stare.
"Not that I particularly care," Crankcase appears at his left, leaning against the side of the chair with his arms crossed haphazardly. "But why do you look like you're gonna kill someone?"
There is remotely little that would properly articulate his indignation, instead, he never even spares a look Crankcase's way and mulls it over. Not out of ignorance, more so that he can't tear his optics away from the side of your face, an unfamiliar feeling twinging the casing of his spark.
"I might," Spinister grumbles eventually, wracking his mind to find a solution to the unscratched itch, brow narrowing even further. "It's not a matter of if, but when,"
You'd perched yourself initially on the dash to chat with Krok, before Spinister had even checked the cockpit to see where you had wandered off to. He'd scoured the small ship, attempting to seem nonchalant and not at all in a panic, though it would present obvious regarding the latter in his hurried steps. When he'd ultimately entered the head of the ship, you'd sweetly waved his way, greeting him as he sunk himself in the chair at the rear, sending a short motion in hello right back.
Then, Misfire announced himself down the hall, before he'd even been remotely anywhere near the room, repeating your name over and over until you had erupted in a fit of laughter. Once he grandly and annoyingly does, you beckon the pink mech over, delighted to see what he had in his servos. Krok had rolled his optics and returned to his work, every now and then casting a glance your way to ensure Misfire wasn't being careless.
""Cause Misfire's all saddled up with y/n?" He'd fleetingly forgotten that Crankcase was there, interrupting his recollection with the snap of a finger. "That's actually pretty valid for you, Spin. I approve,"
And with that, he disappears, leaving the medic with his own bemused thoughts once more. You appeared vastly content, all smiles as you tucked stray locks of hair behind your ear, hovering over the item that Misfire had gifted you. Though only ten steps away or so, he can hear clearly when you tip your head backward to laugh, cheeks twinged red due to mild hysterics.
Then, Misfire puts his servo at your back, not quite touching you, but it rests just close enough on the dash that Spinister can no longer see you, blocked entirely by the mech's arm. At that, the metal of the chair actually groans in his grip, as he stands abruptly, but he is unsure as to why.
At the sudden movement, all three bodies turn to the noise, equally perplexed expressions across the board. "Something the matter?" Krok asks, but all Spinister can stare at is your face, the way the happiness is snuffed out and laced with concern instead.
"No." He answers stiffly, before turning to leave the room, the panel closing over behind him with an undignified thump.
"Sure seems like it," Misfire hums, hand on his hip, still studying the door he'd all but stormed out of. Slowly, his gaze drifts over to the chair he was previously sat in, annoyance flooding his tone effortlessly. "Son of a glitch broke the chair,"
Looking past him, you are surprised to find the clinched metal of the armrest. Scrunching your nose in thought, you precariously slide the gift from Misfire off your lap, the heavy book hitting the dash with a thud. "Is he okay?" You ask, looking toward Krok, feeling apologetic that he was so troubled, even if it was seemingly for no reason.
"He's fine." He waves you off, hardly ever moving his optics from the map, too enthralled and not entertaining the impending fight. "I think so, anyways."
Spinister doesn't reappear for a good hour or so, posture rigid as he enters the cockpit once more, immediately scanning the area for your form. He begrudgingly only finds Fulcrum and Krok, arguing about a potential job when they both pause, as if sensing his arrival.
"Are you done breaking shit?" The leader nods towards the chair, Spinister following his gesture, unimpressed. "S'not like this ship is already running on fumes,"
"Yeah, I'm good," He answers casually, hands defiantly coming to rest on his hips, blowing off the incoming interrogation. "Where's y/n?"
Fulcrum shrugs, uncertain. "Dunno. Haven't seen them for a while,"
He doesn't particularly wait for a definitive response, pivoting on one foot and heading straight out the door, trying his best to remember all of your so-called hiding spots amongst the borrowed cargo. You liked your solitude sometimes, he's come to recognize, previously fretting for cycles when he could not find you until you'd re-emerge randomly as if like you knew he was searching for you.
Your habits, while at first were inadvertently strange, the five of them adapted to you as much as you had to adjust to them. Affectionate in displaying friendliness or overall thankfulness, Spinister was the one who took the touchy mannerisms in stride. In more unfortunate scenarios, it was he you sought out for a hug because you were not feeling up to par, appreciating his contact.
But this time around, it was he who was looking for attention from you, frustrated by his earlier actions. They were mostly subconscious, he hadn't even realized how much he'd compressed the metal until it was far too late, and the unsolicited approval from Crankcase wasn't doing him any favors.
Spinister finds you in the fourth spot he typically looks, curled up against one of the windows in the bay, knees drawn to your chest with your cheek smushed against the glass. You don't necessarily look downhearted, more on the tired side, yet as he approaches closer you pull back to meet his moderately defeated countenance.
"Is this a good spot to hide from Krok?" He asks, doing something he often does, mimicking your pose as he lowers himself to the ground at your front. His chin hits his crossed arms with a familiar clank, crimson eyes meeting yours indolently, tolerantly awaiting your reply.
"It's a good spot to hide from anybody except you, apparently," You laugh, shuffling a little closer to his legs, implicating you did not mean the jest. "Y'okay? You seemed mad before,"
"I'm fine," Spinister declares, but you cannot find any insistence nor a convincing tone within it.
But you won't pry, certainly not when everything about this moment was so peaceful and comforting, and you hope it's felt both ways. You'd known him long enough that he'd eventually come around when he was ready to talk it over, and not a moment sooner.
"Alright," You reply, head tilting against the window once more, though eye contact was maintained with minor difficulty. Deciding to switch the subject so silence doesn't resound throughout the barren storage, you ask: "Are we still watching ER later?"
Spinister nods, but he isn't listening as intently as he normally does, usually hanging on every single one of your words like they were a lifeline, a beautiful smile hidden behind his face-shield. He wants to ask something of you but feels awkward doing so, even if you approach him so impassively about it.
"I think we've made it to the season finale, but I might have to fight Crankcase for the Hulu account-" You start to ramble to fill the rapidly incoming quietness, unsure if he wants the silence or wants you to fill it. To mild surprise, mostly because you hadn't expected it, he interjects.
"Can I...?" He easily crosses the small gap between the two of you, servos sitting on either side of clothed legs but not quite meeting your skin. Wordlessly, he's asking permission to touch you, and while you aren't entirely sure what he wants, you have an inkling of what it might be.
Happily, your hands find his, patting them affectionately as you nod your head in compliance, smile brimming on your lips. "Of course,"
Without any hesitation or wasting a second longer, he scoops you into his hold, cautiously raising you to his face and embracing you there, an improvised hug. His optics close, and before you can ask if he's good, he mumbles thanks.
"For what?" You whisper, appreciating his warm touch while trying to run your fingers fondly across his helm.
"Needed this." Spoken slurred, but you understand that he isn't about to crash out. He's trying to be soft-spoken, because you're so close and he knows how sensitive your hearing can be at times, a indication that goes noticed and not unrecognized.
"They're good, right?" His thumb runs up and down you're spine, gentle but unrelenting.
"Very." Spinister replies, leaning back against the wall so he could remain there as long as you'd have him, entirely in a state of solace and easement.
Hi! Could I uhhhhh,,,, request some MTMTE continuity about a gender neutral human liaison aboard the LL who struggles with social anxiety and has low self esteem, who's been isolating in their habsuite for quite a while because they convinced themselves that the bots aren't really interested in them (or straight up ignoring them).
What bots (it's up to you to chose!! :D) would try to get them out of their shell and show them that they are actually well liked on board, and are actually worried about them since they haven't seen them in a while?
(Also could it be possible for that request to be platonic?)
Thanks a lot!!!
Brainstorm | Fort Max | Siren [MTMTE]
In which you've been isolating yourself, and they try to get you back out there.
Reader is: Gender Neutral | Human | Autobot. Platonic.
Brainstorm
What could this self-centred narcissist possibly notice about anyone else?
Turns out, he could notice the lack of their compliments, especially yours
You used to stop by at least once a day to ask him about his projects and tell him how cool they were, and he's really starting to miss that kick, even just three days without it
I mean, his schedule is slam-packed with... things... to go
But he SUPPOSES a little trip to the humans room couldn't hurt; he could work a bit of overtime today
You're not getting it sweet with him; oh no, Brainstorm is literally grabbing your whole mattress with you on it and taking you to the lab
Even if you protest and try to hide in the blankets, everyone can tell who's there
"Are they okay?' "Oh no, will they be okay?' 'Whoa, Brainstorm! Is that where the human went?'
Parading you back to his lab, you are forced to soak in every concern the others have before he plops you right back down on his desk
When you finally peek out, he's waiting for you, holding his newest invention
"Well, aren't you going to ask what I've been up to?"
Fort Max
It wasn't like him to worry too much about the others on board
But he had heard your name whispered by others, mostly in the form of concern and wonder as to where you'd gone
Something about it tugged at him, because he also missed having you check on him
It was about time he returned the favour, so even when you don't let him in, he squeezes himself into your too-small-for-him-too-big-for-you room to poke you out of bed
"Come on, human, you can't just lay there forever."
He's pulling all the lines you used on him back on you, urging you to stop whining and crawl out of the nest of blankets you'd been rotting in for a week
It's hard for him to get personal about it, but he can be strict
"You have ten minutes to get ready, or I'm taking you outside in whatever you're wearing."
Not really wanting your print pyjamas and stained graphic tee to be your reintroduction, you comply
He won't force the issue on anybody, but he will make sure to make it very obvious he's holding you so you receive every greeting possible
"Alright, Max, point taken."
Siren
It wasn't like you to avoid Swerve's so many nights in a row
And while he doesn't remember the last time the two of you spoke, probably because he was talking over you, he misses your company
He's just trying to coax you out of your room with kind words
Doesn't realize you only leave because he's literally yelling and everyone's staring
Earplugs in and noise-cancelling headphones on, you're ready to be in a room with him for even a moment
Siren uses as much of an inside voice as he can manage to ask what's up, and for once, he actually listens more than he talks
No one liking you? No way! You're the coolest! You're a whole other species worth of cool!
Encourages you to clean up and picks out an outfit for you to wear while you shower
Yes, it matches his paint job
Once you feel presentable, you're off; he's racing down halls in his alt, trying to get you to cling to him and jump you outta your shell
When you're at Swerve's, his announcement of your return is hard to miss
Everyone cheers and takes turns coming up to see you again, and Siren never leaves your side
If you feel your social battery run out, he's ready to get you home safely
Author's Note - I actually chose the bots I felt were the funniest/unlikely to try because thats the joy of life, you can do as you like in life!
What someone is doesn't really bother him; organic or not, if you can't be killed, then he may as well enjoy your properties
You're not worth even trying to kill, not his usual way, because human fluids get really caked on, and he doesn't want to clean up stuck-on flesh
Kaon will never get over how infuriating it is that you can just...live through his strongest shocks
They don't even incapacitate you for that long; a week, and you'll be up and at it again
Instead, he's focusing on what he can do to make your life a living hell: restraints, isolation, treating you like shit
Oh well, he'll get over it eventually
Nickel hates organics a lot, so she doesn't mind watching your torture even if it does little to you mentally
But, eventually, enough is enough for her
If it's really not doing anything, and they won't get rid of you, she will put up with you
She is interested in monitoring your mental state and determining whether it can revert to its initial emotional state
Tarn just doesn't have time for these sorts of things
His voice can't control non-mechanical forms, so it's not as if he can do anything but shoot you or get creative
He's fine with keeping you around for research purposes, and of anyone, he's the least concerned with your existence so long as you don't get in the way of anything
Once his team gets bored, like they always do, he'll throw you away again
Tesarus is bothered, only because you're easy to step on, and it's extremely difficult for him to clean all the nooks and crannies of his peds
You're not that interesting, you're easy to kill and shred and take forever to put yourself back together
If you want to hang around him, fine, he'll talk if you ask the right questions, too
Vos finds you most intriguing, though that is of his scientific nature to want to study
You're also not as small compared to him, so he can really get a good look at how your flesh pulls itself back together after being torn and ripped
It's fascinating, and you've become a frequenter of his lab so he can forcefully collect samples and try to recreate the technology with Cybertronian metals
Author's Note - These guys r a little mean and evil but thats cool...thank you for requesting!
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Why don't you write male readers?
In my many years of writing fanfic I just never got it down, and I hate to be inaccurate to peoples experiences.
I try to compromise by making any fic I can gender neutral, and I apologize to the male readers out there who feel excluded by my work!
Why don't you write for [Insert] Continuity?
Continuities I have seen but don't write include: Bayverse, G1, RID2015, Transformers One.
It depends on the continuity so i will break it down as simply as I can:
Bayverse - Love it, but doesn't seem like people have much interest in it when I did allow it
G1 - I love this show so much, but I find the characters are too surface level to write for
RID2015 - I watched this in 2015, when I was 11, so I don't remember it well but if I rewatch that may change! I loved Fracture a lot
TF One - Not enough characters for me to write, because I dislike Bee & Optimus, find D-16 too complex (compliments to the writers) and pretty much only like Darkwing!
What topics aren't you comfortable with?
Nothing involving children (child! reader, sparklings) but I might do a platonic pegnant! reader because that sounds cute!
Periods! I am CIS fem, but I don't get them so I feel bad trying to describe something I don't experience.
S/o killing reader for fun! Im a hopeless romantic, I wont write them killing you on purpose, it'd have to be for some reason (eg; you would suffer a worse death, they weren't in control, etc...).
(18+ readers only :) Kink wise, I dont do bathroom play, gore (wound fucking), extreme pain, death, age play (involving acting like a minor if not literally being one), vore, vomit, or extreme inflation.
What topics are you comfortable with?
Angst involving reader death, s/o death, previous s/o death, etc... Is all fine! I am okay with topics of mental illness, suicide, and other forms of extreme emotional dysregulation but it will be done through my lens and what I know.
(18+ readers only :) I am fine writing a large variety of kinks, be it tentacles, oviposition, petplay, size play, medical play, unrealistic anatomy (you WILL take that cyber robots dick if u feel it in ur heart). If you're unsure, you can dm me or ask me!
Can I draw/write something based off your work?
Please do! I have had some people write fics of mine and gotten some cute fic art too, it is always welcome! Please DM it to me/mention me so I can see it, too!
Are you okay with DMs?
Absolutely! For any reason or purpose other than to request, all requests should go in my inbox.
You can just chat, you can ask for clarification on anything, you can tell me about your TF OC/self-insert, and you can ESPECIALLY talk to me about my fics or transformers.
Do you do anything other than write fanfic?
Of course!
Mainly, I am an artist. I post art on my main account @signedrook every so often. I also sew cosplays, and since I live on the ocean I go out a lot on walks.
IRL, I work at a small cupcake shop part-time and as a barback part-time. Otherwise, I am a full-time student majoring in psychology and minoring in philosophy. My main goal in life is to get honours, get my masters, and then my PhD so I can do research.
okay the request is a little weird uhmmmm can l get optimus tfa with his human lover who act all grumpy and annoyed with very jealousy and weird when she get in her period? like optimus don't know what to do he's not a human and don't know those stuff so he ask sair about it while in the other hands she act all like a mad dragon when she is in her period also just made her hair white please?(ββΰΈ±α΄βΰΈ±β)
Hiii so sorry couple issues!
My requests are closed
I do not write for TFA Optimus (anymore)
I dont experience periods so I dont think i can accurately do that for you
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