Tech🤍

Do you have any rules for requests?? I’m not sure if you have any post about rules or anything so I’m asking just in case! Also, what transformers franchises do you take requests for??

Answer when you can! Tysmmm💗💗

Hi! Thanks for asking—here are some general guidelines for requests:

1. No NSFW or Yandere Themes

I don’t write NSFW or yandere content, but I’m happy to work on angst, fluff, action, or adventure themes. Just let me know what you’re looking for!

2. Character x Reader Only

I focus on character x reader stories and do not write character x character. Your reader can be human, Cybertronian, or anything else you’d like!

3. Details are Encouraged!

The more specific you are with your request, the better! Feel free to include themes, tone, or even dialogue ideas. If you’d like something long, short, or in bullet format, let me know!

4. Trigger Warnings

If your request has potentially triggering topics (e.g., death, injury, self-harm, etc.), please note that in the request so I can approach the subject with care. I’m always happy to discuss what you’re comfortable with.

Transformers Franchises I Take Requests For

• G1 (Generation 1)

• Transformers Prime (TFP)

• EarthSpark (ES)

• Rescue Bots

• Bayverse (Live-Action Films)

• Transformers Animated (TFA)

• Robots in Disguise 2015 (RiD15)

Feel free to let me know if you have any other questions! 💗

Hi everyone, this is Fanni—Emilia’s older sibling.

I wanted to share something difficult with you all.

Emilia, known here as @techhiz, passed away on May the 23rd at 5:13 PM after her battle with lung cancer. She was only fourteen. I know many of you followed her for her creativity, her humor, her passion for Transformers, or maybe just for the warmth she brought into timelines.

She loved being here. Genuinely. She’d show me kind comments, funny memes, and all the little messages you sent. This place was a home for her, even on the bad days.

This will be the last post made here. Her corner of the internet will stay up—for her, for anyone who needs a smile, and for everyone she inspired.

Thank you for being part of her world.

Fly high, Emilia. You’ll always be my little sister. 🩷

—Fanni🌸

I love your writing so far can't wait to see more in the future :3

"The Fox in the Midst."

The moment you arrived, things changed.

It wasn’t every day that Cybertronians encountered one of their own with an altmode so… unusual. Cars, jets, motorcycles, and even construction vehicles were the norm. But you?

You transformed into a fox.

Not a mechanical, quadrupedal scout drone. Not a battle-ready, feral beast. A sleek, agile, vulpine form that moved as naturally as any organic predator. Small but fast. Sharp but evasive. A perfect balance of grace and danger.

And no one knew how to react.

When you first arrived at the Autobots’ base, the silence was deafening.

Twitch blinked rapidly, optics flickering as if recalibrating. “Uhh… is that… a real altmode?” she asked, glancing at Thrash for confirmation.

Thrash’s optics widened. “I mean, it’s awesome, but—how? You could’ve picked anything, and you went with that?”

Optimus Prime, ever the composed leader, examined you with unreadable optics. “I have seen Cybertronians take on many forms,” he mused. “But a fox is… unconventional.”

Bumblebee folded his arms, lips curling into a half-smirk. “I gotta admit, that’s kinda cool. You could sneak around anywhere.”

Elita-1 nodded in approval. “Stealth-based altmodes have their advantages. Your size and mobility could be an asset in battle.”

Then there was Megatron.

He studied you, expression unreadable. His servo lifted, tapping his chin as he considered your form. “A fox,” he finally said, voice low and contemplative. “A creature known for cunning, adaptability… and mischief.” His optics darkened slightly. “I hope this is not a reflection of your loyalties.”

You met his gaze without fear. “I could ask the same of you, ex-warlord.”

A heavy silence settled over the room.

Then, to everyone’s surprise—Megatron chuckled. A deep, genuine sound that rumbled from his chest. “You have nerve, little one. I respect that.”

The tension eased, but the curiosity lingered.

Nightshade was the first to break the silence. “Oh, this is fascinating!” they exclaimed, optics practically sparkling. “The engineering required to shift into a quadrupedal form while maintaining structural integrity—tell me, how does your transformation cog handle the spinal realignment? Does it cause strain? What about balance?”

You blinked. “I… uh…”

Hashtag gasped. “Wait, does this mean you can do, like, those crazy fox jumps? Y’know, where they leap straight up and dive into the snow?!”

You smirked. “I can.”

Thrash practically vibrated with excitement. “Okay, okay, but can you, like, run up walls like those parkour vids? That would be so sick!”

Twitch, however, frowned slightly. “But… aren’t foxes kinda small?” she asked hesitantly. “Wouldn’t it be harder to fight Decepticons?”

Before you could answer, Megatron cut in. “Size does not determine strength,” he said firmly. “I have seen warriors half my size bring titans to their knees.” His optics locked onto you again. “Do not underestimate the power of a smaller frame.”

That was… oddly supportive.

Mo stepped closer, her head tilted. “So, like… are you fluffy?”

Your expression remained neutral. “…No comment.”

Facing off against the remaining Decepticons was another story.

Soundwave was eerily silent, his visor flashing as he scanned your form. He tilted his helm slightly, then gave a slow, calculated nod. Approval? Curiosity? Hard to tell.

Swindle burst into laughter the moment he saw you. “Oh, this is rich! You mean to tell me—out of all the altmodes out there—you picked a woodland critter?”

You smirked. “Coming from the guy who turns into a Jeep?”

Swindle’s laughter cut off. “Hey! My altmode is practical!”

Skywarp and Nova Storm exchanged glances, the Seeker duo visibly unimpressed.

“A fox? That’s just a fancy way of saying small,” Skywarp scoffed, arms crossed.

Nova Storm nodded. “Not much use in a fight. No wings, no armor. Seems like a liability to me.”

Rather than respond, you transformed.

In a blink, you were gone—nothing but a blur of movement weaving through the shadows. Before Nova Storm could react, a sharp tap landed against the back of her helm. She spun, only to find… nothing.

Then, just as quickly, you appeared behind Skywarp, claws grazing the sensitive plating along her side.

She yelped, jerking away as you smoothly shifted back into your root mode.

“Speed.” You gave them a pointed look. “Stealth. Precision.”

Skywarp bristled. “I let you do that!”

“Uh-huh,” you said, voice dripping with amusement.

Starscream sneered from the sidelines, arms folded. “Hmph. Impressive parlor tricks, but let’s see you take on a Seeker in the air.”

You smirked. “Why would I fight you head-on when I could just outmaneuver you?”

Starscream’s wings twitched. “That’s—” He scowled. “That’s beside the point.”

Soundwave let out a single, quiet ping. No words, just… acknowledgment.

Skepticism faded.

The Autobots came to respect your skills—Optimus trusted you with intelligence missions, Elita saw you as an invaluable scout, and Bumblebee found himself impressed by your evasive techniques.

The Terrans outright adored you. Twitch and Thrash constantly sparred with you, Hashtag recorded your movements like a sports analyst, and Mo was still convinced you were fluffy.

Even Megatron, who had initially been wary, acknowledged your cunning.

And the Decepticons?

They learned not to underestimate the fox.

Because while you might not have been the biggest or the strongest…

Feeling Better.

The day at the Malto family’s home had started off just like any other. Sunlight streamed through the windows, the distant hum of morning chatter filled the air, and the occasional clang of metal on metal signaled that someone—most likely one of the Terrans—was up to some sort of mischief outside. It was peaceful, almost too peaceful. But then again, that was usually how things went before Bumblebee.

You hadn’t thought much of it when he approached you, his usual easygoing demeanor in place, though there was something… different about the way he held himself. Maybe it was the slight hesitation in his steps or the way his optics darted around, as if searching for an escape route. Still, when he finally spoke, his voice carried that familiar warmth you’d come to appreciate.

"So, uhm... How are you, [Y/N]?"

It was such a simple question, one that anyone might ask, yet the weight behind it made you pause. You exhaled through your nose, shifting your stance slightly as you considered how to answer. There was no point in sugarcoating it.

“I mean, it could be better…” you admitted with a small shrug, your gaze drifting to the side.

You weren’t sure what kind of response you expected—maybe a joke, maybe some reassurance—but what you got instead was something entirely different.

“I can help you with that.”

For a moment, your brain stalled, struggling to process what you had just heard.

…Huh?

Your brows furrowed as you blinked, turning your head ever so slowly to look at Bumblebee. And there he was, standing there, his frame just a little tenser than before, his optics blown wide with a mixture of embarrassment and something else—something nervous and uncertain. The faintest flicker of blue biolights shimmered across his plating, a telltale sign that he wasn’t exactly at ease.

Your expression remained unreadable as you stared at him, his words still turning over in your mind.

“What do you mean by you can help me with that…?”

There was a beat of silence.

And Bumblebee? Well, he looked like he was seriously regretting his life choices.

^^^^^(buckle up, guys...)

You gripped onto his shoulders as you tried to make less noise, jeez being on a cybertronian spike as a human is HARD, yet pleasant. You slowly rolled your hips and moaned softly, Bumblebee gripping on your waist gently, to hold you.

"F-Frag, [Y/N], y-you're tight..."

He panted, frowning and blushing as a drop of sweat rolled down his forehead, receiving another whine, "Bee..."

Bumblebee wiped a tear from your face and cooed, "S-So good for me, h-huh? Yeah, you love it when you're practically drooling all over my spike..." Yet, receiving another whine.

"Mm-- Please, fill me up, B-Bee..."

This shocked Bumblebee for a second before his optics dimmed, tightening his grip on your waist and picked up the pace. You were such a mess-- I mean, a literal mess. A moaning and crying mess.

It was too much, yet you needed more.

Your shaking hand reached down between the two of you and you started to rub your clit, moaning softly. Bee groaned as you tightened around him, "Scrap--"

Your legs trembled around his waist, your grip of his shoulder now tightened as your movement became more frantic. Rubbing yourself faster, feeling like you're about to break.

Suddenly, something snapped inside you and you let out a strangled gasp, tightening around Bumblebee's spike. He inhaled sharply and finally came with you, inside of you. Bee hummed lowly and pressed his servo against your stomach that had a noticeable bulge.

Bumblebee wiped a tear from your face and cooed, "S-So good for me, h-huh? Yeah, you love it when you're practically drooling all over my spike..." Yet, receiving another whine.

(IM SO SCARED, THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING NSFW STUFF 😭) (should I release the full good stuff?)

Thank you! I would recommend watching live-action transformers (bayverse and also rise of the beast), transformers prime and animated, transformers: war for cybertron trilogy, transformers g1 and earthspark.

Hope, this helps! :)

Hiii!!! I'm back from my break and ready to fulfill your requests! I might as well continue on "Faded Spark" and "Echoes of a Forgotten Bond". Feel free to ask me any questions about my blog, or my life (just not personal questions), and if you want, you can ask about my social media! :)

Hello, I'm really grateful for all the love and support but sadly, I think this is where I stop making wonderful works for you guys... It's just that all of the school and family problems just add up to the stress pile (not that your requests are stressful, ya'll are just amazing!) It's been amazing writing for you guys and if in the future, you see a fanfic or a message from me on Tumblr, it might mean that I'm back! :) (I've noticed that there are some requests in my inbox, so sorry but I'll be unavailable to fulfill your requests...) techhiz... signing off.

Echoes of Family.

The Nemesis was alive with the usual buzz of Decepticon activity. Soundwave and his conjunx, Y/N, were attending to their young sparkling, a lively and mischievous bundle of energy. The sparkling had inherited Soundwave’s quiet but observant demeanor and Y/N’s boundless curiosity, making for an unstoppable force of chaos in their little family.

The sparkling was their joy, a symbol of hope and resilience amidst the chaos of war. Y/N often marveled at how fiercely protective Soundwave was of their youngling, despite his stoic and reserved nature. She loved seeing him interact with the sparkling, even in subtle ways—a gentle nudge, a quiet hum to soothe their restlessness, or his silent yet watchful gaze as they explored their surroundings.

But the Autobots had a plan that day. A mission to infiltrate the Nemesis resulted in unexpected chaos. While most of the Decepticons were occupied with the Autobots’ assault, the sparkling was hidden away in a small chamber. Y/N had entrusted them to stay put and keep quiet, but fate had other plans.

The Autobots stumbled upon the sparkling by sheer accident. Bumblebee and Arcee were tasked with securing the area when they found the little one.

"A sparkling? Here?" Bumblebee blinked in surprise, stepping closer to the youngling, who stared at him curiously with wide optics.

"Must be a Decepticon sparkling," Arcee observed, her voice laced with suspicion.

Bumblebee hesitated. "We can't just leave them here. What if the 'Cons use them for something dangerous?"

The sparkling chirped and reached out for Bumblebee, seemingly unbothered by their strange new company. Against Arcee’s better judgment, Bumblebee gently scooped the sparkling up, determined to bring them back to the Autobot base for safety.

The sparkling’s presence caused quite a stir. Optimus Prime was torn between concern and confusion. "A Decepticon sparkling in our care is a delicate matter. We must ensure their safety but also remain vigilant."

However, the sparkling was far from cooperative. They cried incessantly, their wails echoing through the base. Equipment malfunctioned, items were knocked over, and even Ratchet’s medical bay wasn’t spared from their destruction.

"They’re just a baby, but Primus, they’re strong!" Bulkhead exclaimed as he dodged a flying datapad.

Raf, the youngest of the human allies, had taken an immediate interest in the sparkling. He carefully approached them, holding a small toy he had brought along.

"Hey, it’s okay," Raf said softly, kneeling in front of the crying sparkling. The youngling paused, their optics locking onto Raf. They hesitated before grabbing the toy with their tiny servos, their cries fading into soft hiccups.

Raf grinned. "See? Not so scary now, huh?"

The sparkling seemed to warm up to Raf, following him around and even mistaking him for a toy at times. They giggled when Raf tried to teach them simple games, much to the Autobots’ bemusement.

Soundwave and Y/N were frantic. Their sparkling was gone, and the only logical explanation was that the Autobots had taken them. Y/N’s usually calm demeanor was replaced with worry as she paced back and forth.

"We need to find them, Soundwave," she insisted, her voice trembling. "I can’t—I won’t lose them!"

Soundwave nodded silently, his visor glowing with determination. He quickly worked to track any signals from the Autobots’ base, using his advanced tech to pinpoint their location.

"Signal detected," Soundwave finally said, his voice modulator emitting a steady tone.

Without wasting a moment, the two set out to retrieve their youngling, a mix of worry and resolve driving them forward.

At the Autobot base, the sparkling’s antics were still in full swing, though Raf had managed to keep them relatively calm. The Autobots debated what to do next when the unmistakable sound of a ground bridge opening filled the room.

"Decepticons!" Bulkhead shouted, readying his weapons.

Y/N and Soundwave emerged from the portal, their optics scanning the room. The sparkling’s optics lit up at the sight of their parents. They squealed with delight, dropping the toy they had been clutching and toddling over to them.

"Mama! Dada!" the sparkling chirped, their little servos reaching up.

Y/N immediately scooped them up, holding them close. "Oh, thank Primus you’re okay!" she whispered, her spark swelling with relief.

Soundwave placed a gentle servo on the sparkling’s helm, his relief evident despite his stoic exterior.

The Autobots, however, weren’t as relieved. "You’re not taking them!" Bumblebee protested, stepping forward.

"They’re just using them for their war!" Arcee added.

Y/N glared at them, her usually kind optics now blazing. "This is our sparkling, not some weapon or bargaining chip! How dare you take them from us!"

The tension in the room was palpable, but Raf stepped forward, holding up his hands. "Wait! I think we misunderstood something here."

He turned to the sparkling, who was cuddling against Y/N. "You’re not just some random sparkling, are you? You’re their kid."

The sparkling nodded enthusiastically. "Mama! Dada!"

Optimus Prime sighed, his deep voice resonating with understanding. "It seems we have indeed made a mistake. Return to your family."

Y/N shot him a grateful look before turning to leave with Soundwave. The sparkling, however, glanced back at Raf, their tiny servo waving.

"Bye-bye, toy!" they chirped, earning a small laugh from Raf.

Once they were back on the Nemesis, Y/N cradled the sparkling close, her spark finally at ease. "Never again," she murmured to Soundwave. "We’re never letting them out of our sight."

Soundwave nodded, his silent vow to protect their family unspoken but deeply felt.

Deceptive Ties.

Y/N hummed softly as she moved about the cozy quarters she shared with Longarm Prime, her sparkmate. Life as a housewife in the heart of Cybertron wasn’t always exciting, but it was filled with moments of warmth, like preparing his energon cubes or decorating their space with trinkets and mementos. And now, with their sparkling on the way, her days were filled with a sense of purpose and quiet joy.

She placed a hand on her gently rounded abdomen, a smile tugging at her lips. Their sparkling’s arrival was only a few cycles away, and the anticipation filled her spark with both excitement and nerves.

“Y/N,” Longarm’s calm and familiar voice called from the doorway, snapping her out of her thoughts.

“Longarm! You’re back earlier than usual!” she exclaimed, moving to greet him. He smiled, his gentle demeanor masking the darker truth that lay beneath.

“I needed to grab something before heading to a meeting with Ultra Magnus. Important Elite Guard matters,” he said, leaning in to place a kiss on her helm.

“Take care, love,” she said softly, watching as he left.

Hours later, Y/N realized Longarm had forgotten a data pad. “He’s always so organized. This isn’t like him,” she mused. Deciding it might be important, she resolved to take it to him.

Arriving at the Elite Guard headquarters, she was met with the usual pleasantries and directed toward Longarm’s office. As she approached, she noticed voices inside and paused, not wanting to interrupt.

Her optics widened as the conversation unfolded.

“I’ll report to Megatron shortly,” the voice said, its tone chillingly different from Longarm’s usual calm cadence.

Y/N peeked in and gasped silently. Before her stood a figure she barely recognized—Longarm, but in a new form, darker and more menacing. His frame was bulkier, his optic a glowing crimson. Shockwave.

She stumbled back, unable to process what she had seen. The mech she had bonded her spark to, the father of her sparkling, was a Decepticon spy.

The slight noise of her movement alerted Shockwave, who swiftly turned. His optic locked onto hers.

“Y/N…” His voice was devoid of pretense now, cold and calculating.

Before she could flee, Shockwave closed the distance between them, grabbing her wrist.

“You weren’t supposed to see that,” he growled.

“Let me go!” she pleaded, struggling against his grip.

“I can’t,” he said flatly, his optic softening for just a moment before hardening again. “You know too much now.”

Despite her protests, Shockwave used his abilities to create a ground bridge, pulling her through to the Nemesis. The dark, imposing warship was a stark contrast to the home they had shared.

“You lied to me!” she cried, her voice trembling with anger and betrayal. “Everything we had—was it all a facade?”

Shockwave’s expression flickered with guilt. “Not everything,” he admitted. “I did love you, Y/N. I still do. But my allegiance to the Decepticon cause comes first.”

Her spark ached at his words, but she refused to let him see her break.

The Decepticons were quick to isolate her in a secure chamber, though Shockwave ensured she was treated with care. Despite his actions, he couldn’t bear to see harm come to her or the sparkling.

Days turned into weeks. Y/N grew more withdrawn, her spark heavy with sadness. She spent her time speaking softly to her unborn sparkling, finding solace in the life she carried.

One day, she overheard the Decepticons planning an attack. Determined to escape and warn the Autobots, she used the little freedom Shockwave allowed her to send a coded distress signal.

Bumblebee was the first to intercept the signal. His energetic nature and determination drove him to act quickly. With the help of Optimus and the team, they launched a daring mission to retrieve Y/N from the Nemesis.

The battle was fierce, but Bumblebee managed to locate Y/N’s chamber.

“Y/N! I’m here to get you out!” he called.

Relief flooded her systems as she ran to him. “Thank you, Bumblebee,” she whispered.

Shockwave appeared, blocking their path.

“Leave her, Bumblebee. She’s safer here,” he said, his voice void of emotion but his optic betraying his internal conflict.

“She belongs with the Autobots!” Bumblebee retorted, shielding Y/N.

A tense standoff ensued, but Optimus arrived, forcing Shockwave to retreat.

Back at the Autobot base, Y/N was safe but emotionally shattered. The weight of Shockwave’s betrayal and the safety of her sparkling consumed her thoughts.

Weeks later, Shockwave was captured during a mission and imprisoned in a high-security facility.

Y/N visited him one last time, her sparkling cradled in her arms.

“This is your sparkling,” she said softly, her optics filled with sorrow.

Shockwave’s crimson gaze softened as he looked at the tiny mechling. “I’m… sorry,” he said, his voice breaking.

“You should have chosen us,” she replied, her voice firm but filled with pain.

As she turned to leave, the sparkling cooed softly, unaware of the weight of the moment.

Though life was never the same, Y/N found strength in her sparkling and the support of her Autobot family. The past lingered, but she vowed to protect her child from the shadows that had once consumed her life.