Til All Are Imagined

Ashe/Ashton/Wystera ⟢ it/its 31 ⟢ queer + intersex ⟢ nd + disabled married ⟢ plural ⟢ polyam t4t ⟢ sys4sys ⟢ genderfuckedup fuckedupqueer I am the original owner of this blog back in like 2018! I went by ohdeat, ohdear--imqueer, deathsaurus, and a few others. I BELIEVE the names we used back then were Fenrir. Requests: Open!

I will only accept requests through asks. Do not dm me about requests, I will take away the ability to message me if I must.

I reserve the right to choose not to do a request for any reason. Sometimes I'm just not vibing with it and I simply can't write it. It's not fair to either of us to just have that ask in limbo. I will address it in a post. (This doesn't apply if you choose to pay for it)

I will, however, not do any requests that involve bigotry or propaganda of any kind. The ask will be deleted and it will not be addressed. Seek attention elsewhere.

Do not spam my inbox. Not only will it get your request deleted it will get you blocked. Asking after a few days or so is fine, unless I have already stated on the blog why asks are slow, in which case give me a little more grace.

Please do not ask for more than 5 characters at a time for headcanons and short imagines. 1 character limit for longer requests.

If you wish for me to write a self insert for you, you will have to pay me. This blog is exclusively for x readers, meaning the reader will not have gender (unless needed), an appearance, specified age, or any other identifying features.

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G1

Animated

Prime

Robots in Disguise (2015)

Rescue Bots

One

Till All Are One

More Than Meets The Eye

Lost Light

Bayverse

Armada

Shattered Glass

You can request for others, but understand that I will just use wikipedia to help me write for the character.

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Will be added when there is more to add and on another post lmfao

you remind me of the before times in 2018 when I used to run this exact same blog. Older now, but somehow still the same...

Anyway

⚝・┆genderless reader, gender not mentioned.

Rung

: ̗̀➛ Rung handles it in stride, the way he handles most things, really. : ̗̀➛ He moves you easily from floor to his shoulder, carries you in his servos like it is nothing. For him, it is nothing. : ̗̀➛ Rung cares about you dearly and so moving you to give you the exact right amount of physical touch is nothing. : ̗̀➛ He thinks it's adorable when you ask for a kiss, bending down to press one to the top of your head or using mass displacement to give you the proper kiss you are asking for. : ̗̀➛ He doesn't mind the clinginess and affection at all, in fact he prefers it. : ̗̀➛ He knows somewhere he probably shouldn't be so indulgent, but he already shouldn't still be a doctor anyway so who cares.

Whirl

: ̗̀➛ Whirl handles it... well anywhere between perfectly and so horrible you two have had to be separated. : ̗̀➛ Sometimes he's great with it, mass displaces for you, holds you, presses his helm against you in his form of a kiss. : ̗̀➛ Other times he's so sure he doesn't deserve it and so sure he will kill you if he allows it to go any further that he nearly becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy. : ̗̀➛ It is usually Cyclonus and Tailgate that take care of the two of you in these situations, carefully pulling you apart with Cyclonus taking Whirl and Tailgate comforting you. : ̗̀➛ He tries. He tries very, very hard to be exactly what you need him to be, present at the very least. : ̗̀➛ Sometimes that trying ends in him being overwhelmed, overstimulated, and so disconnected from his own current reality that he puts you in danger. : ̗̀➛ It's a Thing and he's working on it, really he is, because he wants to be able to just hold you on his shoulder forever and ever.

𓂃۶ৎ Hello! We are Ashe/Ashton/Wystera ⟢ it/its 31 ⟢ queer + intersex ⟢ nd + disabled married ⟢ plural ⟢ I am the original owner of this blog back in like 2018! I went by ohdeat, ohdear--imqueer, deathsaurus, and a few others. I BELIEVE the names we used back then were Fenrir. Our requests are currently open!

Will do's

polycules/polyamory any gender (this does include intersex genders) pregnancy (of any sort) light-medium gore death selfcest nsfw age gaps agere (sfw only) dubcon/cnc any type of relationship: familial, platonic, romantic, etc. headcanons drabbles shortfics imagines

For my won't do's look at my pinned post!

I'm glad you liked it! I was really worried about it haha

ooo I might be a little rusty with tfa. I'm 31 now I was like 13 when I watched it lmfaoo.

⚝・┆genderless reader, gender not mentioned.

                       : ̗̀➛ The way the you had met Starscream would become a running joke among the two of you later in life, after the fighting died down and the haughtiness of a con too full of himself found comfort in someone that saw passed the pretend boastfulness.   It was a normal day for you, walking from the cafe to your home. Take the alley here, go down this path, turn here. Your feet took you exactly as they always had, a well known path to you, a little scary sometimes, especially at night. However, you'd left the cafe early enough that the lowering sun didn't worry you too much, still plenty of light to get home, though it didn't leave much wiggle room.   And that's what you were trying to tell yourself when you heard the rumble of something hitting the ground, hard, in the forest to the side of your well beaten path. You needed to make it home, you didn't have time to go prancing through the forest to possibly get a glimpse of a comet that might have just crashed to the earth. But hell when would you ever get such an opportunity again? Never.   Your feet turned and you were pulling leaves and sticks out of your way before you could even rationalize why this was such a bad, bad, bad idea.   You feel like you're traveling through these trees for far longer than you actually are. Why is your heart racing? Why are you shaking? Why are your ears full of cotton? You don't know. You keep moving.   Finally, you push through what you think is a clearing, but you nearly fall into the chasm of a drag path that leads to a... Actually you have no idea what that is? Carefully, you slide into the chasm and walk carefully towards the mass of... metal? Yes, that was definitely metal. However, it didn't look like metal you recognized... Well, to be fair what metal were you familiar with anyway? You reach out and gently touch it, only to pull away with a hiss. It was hot, you think it must have given you at least a second degree burn just from the quick moment of contact, though maybe you are being dramatic. You look back up at it and, with a sound you will fervently deny ever making, scrabble back as quickly as you can as the metal begins to shift and... stand??   You watch as the metal comes to it's full height, towering over the trees around you, with a groan and a seethe of angry, intake creating a mist of fog as this metal seems to breathe out hot air into the cool day around you. Breathing? Metal? You've gone insane. That has to be it. You've eaten a mushroom on your way here that's made you hallucinate something so grandiose.   Finally, the metal being turns around and almost doesn't look down at you, only doing so as you shriek and move out of the way of it's foot. The sudden noise has it reeling back and tripping back on the cliff it's landing had created, falling flat on his own... ass? You mirror each other as you stare, wide-eyed, confused, and a little scared.   The fear leaves its face immediately upon laying eye on you, morphing into a look of disgust and unimpressed annoyance. It stands again and simply... walks past you, leaving you there, stunned.   You would deny how long you sat there later, but after 15 minutes you stand and scream yet again for it to stop. It whirls around on you with wild and slightly frantic eyes, locking in on you immediately in intense anger.   "Would you stop that incessant screaming! What do you plan to accomplish with it besides deafening my audio receptors?" He shrieks back at you, the ground seeming to rattle around you with the force of said screech. You seize the moment to catch up to him, he's already so far ahead of you. You stare up and him and he looks magnificently unimpressed with you even being alive. "What?"   "What in the fuck are you?" Undignified and it brings and immediate new found disgust to his face.

"I-" he leans down so that his giant face is mere feet from your own, creating a much more obvious and stark difference in how small you are to him, "am a Cybertronian seeker. A tactical genius. A mech who will crush all those who oppose him beneath his pede. And what, pray tell, the fuck are you?" He spits his words back at you like a curse.

"Uhhh... human. I think." idiotic. His face goes flat, he rolls his optics and stands up straight again.

"What exactly does 'i think' mean?" He raises a brow ridge as he looks down at you, if he had a nose you are sure he'd be looking down it. Pompous windbag.

"I dunno... Guess you'll have to figure it out."

He turns on one heel and begins to walk away from you, still unimpressed, still uninterested. And he swears it will stay that way forever, for the rest of his, and your times. He will deny he ever thought that years later when you are laying across his chassis as he reads a data pad and you draw in your own little journal. He will deny his rising affection as well and that he ever felt so totally disgusted by you. And he will further deny that you are his friend and more his family than he has felt comfortable allowing in eons.

this is so delightful lmfaoo

⚝・┆genderless reader, gender not mentioned.

: ̗̀➛ Ravage takes it in stride, finding it easy to move with you. He has no issue with simply taking the command given by Soundwave to carry out, to check your vitals where and how he can, to keep track of your movements. : ̗̀➛ Ravage finds it so easy that sometimes he simply slips into doing so without realizing that's what he's doing. It's natural and expected. It's also one of the least demanding tasks he has. : ̗̀➛ Laserbeak finds it equal parts difficult and easy. Easy because he can take the order the same as Ravage, simply moving into it. Difficult because, well... he isn't exactly made to carry and it is not as easy to configure carrying you the way it is for Ravage. : ̗̀➛ Sometimes he will outright refuse, but it is not because he hates you or doing it for you, though sometimes he has some resentment to it. You should take care of yourself. No, most of the time it is because logistically he is not the one made to help you. : ̗̀➛ Buzzsaw just won't. He'd rather take the punishment than be responsible for some squishy little organic lifeform. He is actively hostile towards you sometimes. Soundwave has stopped asking and actively keeps him away from you. : ̗̀➛ Rumble and Frenzy are there own beast. Chaotic and all over the place. They get it done, they are helpful, the know what they're doing. They are asking you about a thousand different questions. Frenzy has told you about at least 8 different Cybertronian ecosystems. He isn't correct. You don't know that. It is delightful. : ̗̀➛ Sometimes it seems more like they're working together to actively make everything worse. And then the hardest part of your day is gone by and you didn't even notice. You have to ignore their shit eating grins. : ̗̀➛ They find the difference of their day fun and move to make it as chaotic and wild as possible and it's not even for you, it just works out that way. : ̗̀➛ All of them tend to take it in stride, though some, like Buzzsaw, would rather take the opportunity to kill you out right. Some even grow to enjoy it, like Ravage and, while for completely different reasons, Rumble and Frenzy. : ̗̀➛ Most of them eventually begin to look at you more like part of the family than a task or annoyance, though that doesn't mean you aren't an annoyance to them. It's just different kind of annoyance with you now. : ̗̀➛ This also means they become fiercely protective of you. They're small themselves, it's easy for them to see where you become a danger to yourself, such as under ped. After a few "coincidental accidents" that just happen to have Rumble and Frenzy hanging around, more people are aware of you and them around you.

I shall do headcanons. They're easy. And I'm stupid /quote

⚝・┆genderless reader, gender not mentioned.

: ̗̀➛ He doesn't notice at first. They're small, much smaller than even a human. There would be. Far too many for him to want to count before he does actually notice. : ̗̀➛ He knows immediately who's done it, he's not stupid, quite the opposite, really. The only person that could have done this... is you : ̗̀➛ He stares... And stares. And stares. And wonders about all of the life choices that lead him to this exact moment in his life, in time, on the Nemesis, under Megatron, with a human as his sparkmate. : ̗̀➛ He grapples with if he should even do anything for far longer than he would ever be willing to admit again, especially in front of someone else. : ̗̀➛ When he does decide that if Megatron finds out or if one of them get crushed it would be a disaster for everyone, he comes to find you. : ̗̀➛ It would take so many discussions and begging and compromising to finally get you to get most of them off the ship, with the promise you can keep some, in a proper enclosure for them. : ̗̀➛ And he wonders, watching you take care of them, what the hell you are planning next and why he is so... comfortably okay to deal with whatever it is when it happens.