(25+) Mostly Transformers, maybe a little Star Wars. No nsfw here-- oop, no wait, scratch that. There's def some occasional nsfw lurking around here lol, but I'll try to remember to tag.
These are things I may or may not expand into full stories, but I’d like them to be backed up some place… planning on something similar for my Twit fics…
Okay okay just a real quick: MegOp Bodyguard Affair within an Arranged Marriage AU???
Imagine Orion Pax is very very very distantly related to one of the lineages of the Primes, and though he goes about his life practically a mid-caste, the fact remains that he is technically considered high-caste.
He maintains a job as an Archivist, living out a modest, unassuming life, and generally doesn’t care for the pomp and circumstance of high-caste affairs. The flashiness just isn’t in his nature, and there is something he can’t quite place his digit on when he attended those soirees– something unsettling and almost invisible.
Some of the darkest, most harrowing moments from the new batch of Earthspark episodes, given how the fantastical nature of the violence is toned way down and all the real-world implications.
Y’all tfp megatron is so hilarious to me bc he’s so DESPERATE for Optimus and it SHOWS like Optimus is out here brooding and having an existential crisis, and all Megatron can think of is OpTiMuS yOu WOuLd hAvE mADe a FINE dEcePtiCoN (emphasis on the word FINE). Like, how many interactions of theirs have had Megatron being like u should’ve stayed with the cons, and DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THE TIME HE WAS LIKE
“yOU sHoULD hAve kEpT yOuR dEcePTiCon sYmBoL” bc he provided them with valuable intel during “our all to brief time together”
…WHY DID HE PHRASE IT LIKE THAT LIKE EACH TIME I HEAR HIM SAY THAT IT GETS GAYER AND GAYER and AGAIN WITH THE “Optimus join my side pls lol”
Why do u want to see him wear the con badge so bad??🤨🤨 /j
My horny ass could NOT be the sole mechanic for a mech, alone in the repair bay, talking to the mech’s AI core, discussing the harsh reality of the war we’ve found ourselves in. Me discussing my mortality, the 50ft entity I’ve spent the last several years learning the intricacies of and is fully aware of the fact that as a tool of war it’ll either die in battle or end up abandoned as it’s systems all fail until emergency back-up power keeps it awake for possibly thousands of years. We talk about how neither of us has felt a connection between ourselves and anything else worth dying for like that, except maybe… Well, the rest of the base has almost certainly gone to sleep by now. The cockpit clicks shut with a soft “click” and I. I mean uh, I forgot where I was going with this.
Apparently I’ve struck a chord with the giant robot fucker fandom
