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passportclown · 18 days
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heyyy I saw that you write for Transformers.. you didnt say which transformers though so Ill assume all? just ignore this if not.
could you write something for G1 Soundwave and Starscream both liking the same human reader? headcanons pls
Oh hi!! Yes, I write for all Transformers. I haven't watched them all but for any request I'd research the specific characters to write them as accurate as possible.
You didn't specify if you wanted angsty, lighthearted, etc.. so I'll go with G1 goofiness mixed with my own style. Nor did you specify romantic or platonic. But I think it's Romantic? I couldn't tell if the reader was into them both as well.. so I tried my own approach! If this isn't right, re-send an ask (if you want)! o.o Headcanons below!
Warnings: Kidnapping (but it's not taken too seriously) , slight ignorance towards human comfort and physical limitations , slightly forced relationship but it's ambiguous as to whether it's platonic yearning or romantic yearning , maybe slight yandere?? my kofi if you feel like donating
Soundwave:
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Well, you must have done something to get this con's attention. But now you've got it, and you're very much unlikely to lose it.
Soundwave likes to think he's calm and smart.
He's got his cassettes, he's got his position, he's got Lord Megatron.. everything's good.
He never assumed that he'd want a human as well.
And yet, he does.
He treats it as a simple desire to ignore. Like how humans crave chocolate but ignore it and get salad instead.
Well, at least, that's what he thought humans did. He soon found out that it's hard to ignore such cravings.
He couldn't stop thinking of you. So, he'd send out Ravage or Lazerbeak to watch you. Just so he could understand his strange desire further.
It didn't make sense, but he wanted you.
He watched, and admired the little things about you. But then.. one of his Cassettes informed him that Starscream was watching you as well.
He had even taken you in the recent fight..
Soundwave couldn't have that.
Starscream:
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You must be quite the organic for Starscream of all Decepticons to like you.
Of course, he'd ignore his feelings at first. Or assume it's his clearly genius processor formatting some sort of plan involving an organic squishy.
But alas, he truly likes you.
Once he realizes his feelings, he denies them insistently. No way does he like a human! They're small, weak, easily crushed but..
Also cute.
He's a very rash individual. What he wants, he gets.
And he wants you.
He doesn't immediately jump into it, of course.
That'd be desperate.
He ignores the stares he gets from others, particularly Soundwave, convincing himself it was paranoia. He was being very careful!
No, he watches.. and waits..
And at the perfect moment, with you struggling to run in the midst of a Decepticon attack..
Well, who would notice if he just hid you in his cockpit?
Small ficlet:
Starscream got you to stop struggling from his affection.
Now you sat still in one hand as the other roughly pet you. He didn't quite have the hang of it, almost pulling out your hair and tugging at your clothes. His metallic hand would pat your head, then roughly slide down and grip your body. Over and over, in a repetitive motion.
He had a nasty grin, you couldn't quite tell what he was feeling but he was certainly pleased.
It's not that he's unattractive or anything, for a giant alien robot.. he is! But you were trying to avoid getting stepped on and he shoved you in a cramped space, shook you around as he walked, jostled you as he flew, and now he's roughly petting you.
Then.. Starscream jolts as the door opens.
"Starscream: Explain" A more robotic voice speaks, though it sounds as if it's accompanied by some sort of auto-tune. He really does speak like a robot constantly making a report. The Third in Command of the Decepticons, Soundwave. It's impossible to tell with his mask, but you suspect he's displeased.
"Wh- Soundwave! Why didn't you knock!? I am your superior-" Starscream yelps when Soundwave slams his hand against the wall, leaning over Starscream and prying into his mind.
There's a brief moment of absolute tension. Then Soundwave pulls back, and stares down at you. He pries you from Starscream's tight grip, attempting to be as gentle as possible. Starscream grunts, and glares at Soundwave.
"..I presume you'll be reporting this incident to Megatron and getting rid of the fleshy?" Starscream asks with a snarl, trying to pretend you mean much less to him than you actually do.
But Soundwave got enough of a read of his emotions from that peek into his mind.
"Soundwave: Might. Unless.." Soundwave continues, then leans forward once more and dangles you in front of Starscream like bait.
It works.
"Unless what?!" Starscream squawks, unable to keep up his uncaring and confident facade for more than a moment.
Soundwave stares, but not at Starscream this time.
At you.
Even you can tell through his red visor, seeing a brief flicker of light, that he's staring right at you.
"Starscream: Will share human with Soundwave."
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That was the start of an odd situation.
Starscream didn't know as much about taking care of humans as he thought he did.
Soundwave got you a more comfortable place to rest, food, water, everything you need.
Of course, neither Decepticon let you leave.
They would routinely swap you between their respective spaces.
Starscream hated it, and Soundwave tolerated it.
But if Soundwave just took you, Starscream would make trouble.
And if Starscream kept you, Soundwave would report him.
So they're at an impasse.
And you're in the middle.
It's not all bad.
You think in some.. weird alien robot way that they both love you?
Maybe not exactly romantically, but close enough that they both want to keep and hold you.
They listen to you well enough, as long as you use honeyed words with Starscream and speak more pragmatically with Soundwave.
It's a decent exchange for them, and a new but tolerable change for you.
You might be a pet, or maybe some odd flavor of partner, maybe just a friend. It's hard to tell. But at least you don't pay rent.
I really hope you liked this. 🥺
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uhbasicallyjustmilex · 7 months
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oh my god oh my god oh my GODDDDDD i can’t BELIEVE i found these on my little rainy october thrift shop wander this morning. like, one would have been more MORE enough. but both?? at once??? i am quite simply floating and may never touch back down to earth
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mournfulroses · 6 months
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Louise Glück, from Winter Recipes from the Collective: Poems; "The Story of the Passport,"
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metallicinterests · 1 month
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Copied off Facebook so sorry if they’ve ripped it off anyone but here’s a little something to start off race day!!!
The infamous Williams Excel Spredsheet:
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Alex touched down in Suzuka with a bright smile, bleach free hair, and a Taylor Swift-esque display handbag, while meanwhile his poor trainer is running around like the hobbits geared up to leave the shire, laden down with all their real bags and Alex’s passport.
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I am once again asking for you to read my Normal Fanfiction
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nadiajustbe · 5 days
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Howell Jenkins wanted to disown his douchey loser Welsh name and take a cool new wizard name with a Merlin reference, but I WON'T LET HIM.
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travelseesea · 2 years
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epitomeofreal81 · 2 years
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Vacation loading…….
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carcarrot · 8 months
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well everyone now that sparkstember is over i can now devote my energy to being insane in other still sparks-related ways
#planning my next projects#on the one hand glad to not have to get a whole video done in the span of like 2 hours every day#on the other hand it was a fun creative challenge that gave me a sense of purpose. it was fun#but i need to keep myself busy as we descend into winter and ✨seasonal depression✨#if i dont get it done today over the next couple days im going to make something silly for goofball's upcoming birthday#and then once that's done i dont know. i want to get back to work on my screenplay and try to FINISH IT!! but idk how long that'll take#i also have to finally finish watching that film course i bought oops. maybe ill start it over#and then?????????#i have a vague Idea of a possible short film i could make. that would also be like a kind of prequel to my Main Film Idea#and its something i could actually reasonably do as a short film and its not like insanely big budget like every other idea i have is#and I'm debating abt emailing my old film teacher and being like heyyyyy maybe you could help me make this short film????#but id want to have this idea way more planned out and written before then. but OUGH WRITING ANOTHER SCREENPLAY???#WHEN I HAVEN'T EVEN FINISHED MY FIRST ONE??? sigh.#the road to making my Big Great Movie is long and arduous. will we get there. who knows#oh also debating abt writing a letter to those silly guys. but i don't knowwwww#OH lmao i keep forgetting to mention i finally got my passport (it actually came earlier than expected)#so like. goodbye everyone im heading to the sydney opera house on halloween (JOKE i am not that insane. but i wish i could)
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drswannbond · 1 year
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Headcanon: James' birthday
The party invitation is extended to him by a giggling Mathilde, one or two sideway looks thrown at Madeleine betraying that this has been a well-rehearsed mission. Now that the Swanns are progressively introducing him into all aspects of their lives, he's more often than not at their London apartment anyway, but he relishes the sweet validation that they do want and expect him in their family.
The birthday party itself is a colorful affair: not only is there a big cake with candles that he gets to blow with the help and pudgy arms of an enthusiastic five-year-old, there are also heaps of presents. A delicious concept of long-buried familiarity, like a soft toy found hibernating under the bedding in one's childhood bedroom. First comes a watch, simple in design but whose large white wristband has been drawn on with a child's trembling approximations of ships and seagulls (« For when we go to Jamaica », Mathilde proclaims with finality) ; a turquoise turtleneck that brings a soft look to Madeleine’s eyes when he puts it on over his henley, and that he promises to himself to investigate later ; a couple of photography books that he remembers casually mentioning while they were strolling along a Leica store ; and, finally and deceptively innocuously, a whole pile of children’s books.
He raises an inquisitive eyebrow at the Swann council, his ladies sharing a secret smile and Madeleine placing her hand in Mathilde's as she announces that it is time he be introduced to their bedtime ritual. They thus spend the remainder of the afternoon reading together, bundled up on the couch with their feet propped up on a coffee table now drowning under vibrant paper wrappings. Mathilde is a tough customer, interjecting here and there to demand that James pitch his voice shriller for the Rose or deeper for the Fox, prompting a literary debate he would have never in a million years imagined he would get to voice his opinion in. Madeleine refrains from chiming in, but he can surmise from the way her chest shakes on the other end of the couch and from the mirth in her eyes that he has a long way to go before he's deemed master storyteller.
If his voice is a little raw and hoarse when they finally put Mathilde to bed, no one comments on it, still high from the thrill of sharing so many adventures. Cuddling quietly with Madeleine afterwards amidst the remains of the feast feels only natural, expanding the weighty warmth that seems to have taken permanent residence in his chest, the stem of his glass of wine coming to tickle her leg while she massages his scalp and twines her fingers around silvering strands of hair - longer now that he formally retired and ditched the military cut. Humming in contentment, he lets his thoughts wander to what stories they will pick up next.
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passportclown · 7 months
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Shockwave x Reader
Warnings: Lack of humanity and empathy, denial of subtle emotional attachment
Basically, Shockwave has subtle feels and examines his human companion experiment. Meanwhile, human just wants to explain the FNAF lore. No actual explanations of FNAF lore aside from mentioning a name. Struggled to portray and characterize Shockwave despite him being one of my Favorite characters. I'm used to writing emotionally volatile individuals. I hope someone can enjoy this, I liked writing it.
Takes place after TFP and maybe sometime during RiD. Shockwave is living on his own in a laboratory he constructed on Earth. Might make this a series.
ao3 link
My kofi if you feel like donating
Companion? Negative. Experiment? Logical.
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Shockwave considers himself to be a logical being. No- he doesn't consider himself to be logical- he is logical.
But his small organic experiment truly tests his rarely fluctuating patience.
Said organic is currently sitting on his desk, incessantly chatting and yapping, distracting him from his current experiment.
He originally procured the organic for study, curious about Earth's dominant lifeforms. The creature piqued his curiosity, so he originally refrained from dissecting it.
He's currently questioning that decision.
"So, his name was William Afton, okay?"
Shockwave continues to ignore the organic struggling to explain the story behind some Organic Youngling games. He hasn't the faintest clue why the organic is insistent on 'educating' him.
"Cease your nonsense." Shockwave interrupts the human, bluntly and unemotionally. Not angrily, of course, Shockwave is much too calm to be swayed by a human. Simply.. displeased. The human flinches and Shockwave stares curiously. His finials twitch briefly as he examines the micro-expressions on the Organic's face.
Humans are so similar to Cybertronians, yet so.. different at the same time. Perhaps it's due to humans being closely related to Unicron. He ponders whether that would make humans a cousin species to Cybertronians, or perhaps a less evolved fleshy variant. 
Despite their small organic processors, they're capable of intelligence and emotional capacity. Many of his fellow Decepticons compare humans to insects, which regarding their size is an exaggeration but not entirely inaccurate. 
Homo sapiens. A widespread primate species. Their method of fueling is primitive but effective enough. They digest their fuel and their body expells the waste produced afterwards.
Their designs are intricate and delicate. Shockwave is aware of his large size and thickness compared to other Cybertronians as well. If he were to angle his digit just the wrong way, his human experiment would be offline.
He barely noticed how he was caressing their small form- no, not caressing, studying. He examines them up and down, his digits lingering on their skin through their clothes.
Humans don't come with natural plating, they construct their own. Innovative. Intelligent. Humans are inherently illogical, emotionally driven, and messy. But at the same time, they're intelligent enough to create weaponry and protection and homes.
Compared to Cybertronians they're primitive, but they've existed for far less time. Shockwave ponders how humans would end up if left to their own devices. How would they evolve? How would they change?
"Shockwave?" His human speaks up.
His finials twitch, and he nods in acknowledgment.
"Can.. can I tell you more about the FNAF lore now?"
...The human may be illogical, but they are Shockwave's. He will continue to study them as they age and decompose. They are.. an interesting and prime test subject.
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dizzysilhouette · 6 days
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made a document about all my bobby and constable ocs and thought i’d share about Dice and his friend from the first WHF fic i ever wrote :)
in the doc, it includes their origins/things they’re featured in next to their names, so i kept it here:
Constable Kingsley Dice - “Can You be a Downer if You Aren’t a Local?” + my blogs <3
very stern and on-guard when on duty, but when he isn’t in “bobby mode”, he is quite sweet and even shy at times. very protective of the ones he loves, even if he can have a tendency to not communicate very well. what happened to Peridot is between him and God.
Constable Paul - “Can You be a Downer if You Aren’t a Local?”
very bribable. easily-offended and kind-of an idiot. also an asshat. friends with Constable Dice, but he’s the kind of friend who is really annoying and a jackass. Dice and Paul have frequent arguments- more so Dice telling Paul off for being an idiot. can be nice though, if he likes ya. doesn’t always last, as he has a temper.
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HI. I'M NOT DEAD. I JUST BURNED OUT. HERE. FIC. HELP HIM. HE'S SAD.
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taihua · 9 months
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I am interested in the Untitled Document haha (and just up front: I realize it's highly likely I will know nothing about the fandom it's for)
Untitled Document is a Link Click fic that really goes back to the most basic fanfic concept of "my god these dudes are very traumatized, what if they kissed" ... but I already wrote a fic like that, so I had to add the flimsiest vacation fic veneer just to change up the setting. Funny how that goes. Anyway, the full excerpt of what's written so far:
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It’s Qiao Ling’s suggestion that they all take a vacation. 
“We don’t have to go far,” she pleads. “Just somewhere where we can stay for a weekend and relax rather than worrying about the shop. We’ll eat good food, Lu Guang can rest, and, um… Cheng Xiaoshi…” 
“Can I rest too?” Cheng Xiaoshi’s question comes out in his most petulant tone. “Qiao Ling-jie doesn’t think I need rest too?” 
“That’s not what I said! Do you have a stab wound too, hmm?” 
“Right here—” Cheng Xiaoshi’s hands lift to balance on his chest, right in front of his heart. “—because jiejie wants me to work and work and work until I die! No pity at all!” 
Lu Guang’s arms are folded across his chest. He moves his fingers, hidden behind the opposite elbow, to brush over the space where the brutal scar mars his skin. The doctors told him it healed, and it isn’t bleeding anymore, but it still hurts if he twists the wrong way or moves too suddenly.  
He doesn’t want to go on a vacation. He doesn’t want to deal with checking in and handing over ID cards, clothes crammed into a backpack, unfamiliar bedsheets in a hotel room where the room temperature is never right. 
But it’s not a bad idea to get away for a few days. To pretend, briefly, that the three of them are normal friends with normal jobs.
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todayisafridaynight · 7 months
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i started 7 directly after my last ask and I suddenly understand everything but i was not expecting to feel so feral abt Jo aswell that was a pleasant surprise
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THE TIMING OF THESE ASKS HELLO?????
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fumiko-matsubara · 2 years
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October 1, 2014 ー 07:52
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Maehara held up the small printed photo with wonder as he walked up the stairs leading up to the mountain top.
"Then Nakamura wouldn't have to wrestle you into telling us," he recalled wryly.
Chiba, who now looked nothing like how he was in the photo with his long thick bangs currently keeping his eyes from being seen, scoffed lightly next to him. "Like hell am I showing you my previous photo. I retook that for a reason."
"Well, it's always been difficult to look good in passport photos, after all. Since they do have strict guidelines on how you should be taking them." Isogai, who walked a bit ahead of them, helpfully pointed out.
"As if you could relate, Mr. Photogenic!" Someone shouted nearby.
With a grin, Maehara turned to Chiba and held the photo in front of his face. "Can I have this?"
"Why?"
Chiba was frowning, but from his tone, Maehara guessed that he was also raising his eyebrows.
"I'm keeping it on my wallet. Like a lucky charm or something."
Chiba made a sound that neither confirmed a yes or a no, but it sounded indignant nonetheless.
"Fine. Whatever floats your boat, I guess." He sounded unsure and let out a sigh. "But if people ask, just say that Kaho bootlegged you a copy or something. I'd like to keep the whole band thing a secret until we finished the school year, please."
Maehara slung an arm around his shoulders with a wide grin. "Aww come on, dude. What do you take me for-?"
"A compulsive liar." Chiba cut in, unfiltered as ever.
"-Of course I can keep a secret!" He ignorantly continued, slipping the small printed photo into one of his pant pockets.
Chiba eyed him for a second and just shook his head.
"I'm not giving you another copy if you got that one wrinkled, by the way."
He then allowed a small amused smile make its way onto his face when he doesn't feel the weight around his shoulders anymore, followed by panicked whispers and frantic shuffling next to him.
He made sure to never bring this up to class, or else Nakamura (or god forbid Karma) might force him into also giving her a copy.
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