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cuddleyhoney · 9 months

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john wick x reader fluff head cannons <3

I thought this would be so cute and lovey-dovey <3

In a world where danger lurked around every corner, your life had taken an unexpected turn the day you crossed paths with the enigmatic and lethal assassin, John Wick. With time, your connection deepened, evolving into something that neither of you could put into words. Amidst the chaos of your respective lives, an unspoken understanding bloomed, and John's actions spoke volumes.

It all began with a small, unassuming package left on your doorstep one crisp morning. Inside, you found a collection of high-end makeup products, each chosen with an attention to detail that only John could manage. A note accompanied the package: "Thought you might like these. – J.W."

Though the gesture surprised you, you couldn't help but smile. John, the relentless killer known to all, had taken the time to choose makeup for you? It was a testament to the complexity of the man behind the legend.

2. Days turned into weeks, and soon enough, John's subtle displays of care became a regular occurrence. One evening, you returned home to find a dress laid out on your bed – an exquisite creation that fits you perfectly. A message was left next to it: "Thought this might suit you. – J.W."

The dress was a masterpiece, and as you slipped into it, you couldn't help but feel a strange connection to John. How had he known your taste so well? The enigma only deepened, and your curiosity grew along with it.

3. Every so often, John would whisk you away to remote locations – secret getaways where the two of you could escape the demands of your respective lives. In these tranquil places, the ruthless assassin was replaced by a tender, caring partner who knew just how to make you smile.

4. One evening, as you sat together on the balcony, overlooking the city's twinkling lights, you turned to John. His eyes met yours, and in that moment, it was as if all the words that had gone unspoken between you were hanging in the air. With a gentle touch, he traced his fingers along your cheek, a silent promise that needed no words. He's a softie, he really is.

5. Late at night, as the world outside slept, the two of you often found yourselves in deep conversations. John shared stories from his past, tales of love and loss, of a life that had been both tragic and triumphant. These were the moments when you realized that he trusted you with his vulnerabilities, and you reciprocated by baring your soul as well.

the end for now...

#john wick au #john wick imagine #john wick x reader #john wick x y/n #keanu reeves #john wick #fanfic #john wick headcanons #john wick fanfic #cute #romantic fanfic #headcannons #headcanon #john wick 4 #point break #john wick chapter 4 #neo the matrix

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truffle-draws-turtles · 2 months

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Anyone up for "the rottmnt Matrix AU?"

Attention please.

The turtles you find on my site are all aged up, unless they are turtle tots (obviously)

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#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #unpause rottmnt #rottmnt art #my art #rottmnt donnie #rise donnie #donnie #sketch #crossover #the matrix #matrix au #rottmnt matrix au #rottmnt matrix crossover #rise of the turtles

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fp-am · 2 months

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MORE AVA INFECTION AU (A&AVZ) REFS!

I FORGOT TO POST THEM HERE AUUUUGGGGHHHHH but yes yes here are some sillies

Infected Refs under cut! Tw for potential horror:

There an Alan ref BUTTTTT I ran out of space and also I might do animators in a separate post-

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suisatelittle · 5 months

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The “Mars Bars” duo, Marvalin and Mauriel, have joined Team Magma somehow and now they’re turning shit upside down

Because of their size and the fact that they can’t do anything else right, they have been assigned the position of security, which basically means they serve as bouncers lol. Their main task is to keep Leader Maxie out of harms way (and to stand at his sides to “heighten” his presence)

#pokemon #pokemom oc #original character #team magma #magma admin courtney #magma admin tabitha #pokemon au #marvalin #mauriel #also for reference they both are around 6’3 #they claim to be identical twins but spoiler alert theyre not #theyre actually two halves of a person but shhh #Resting Eternal Matrix

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glitch-after-dark · 2 months

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It was too much to resist. I am writing Matrix Breeding Kink Rodimus. @mychlapci this is inspired by your asks.

Here's a snippet because this is going to be longer but had to get the opening done.

Rodimus had known the Matrix could change its carrier.

His new frame was a testament to that–and the three weeks of aching protomatter and itchy plating as his hips expanded, waist narrowed, new biolights popped out, and kibble formed like he was some fresh protoform going through their last change. Becoming a “Prime” was unfortunately not an immediate thing if the energy that was supposed to be changing you was focused on reviving you and then got siphoned off two times in a row to power a ship. Ratchet had made a comment about it resembling human puberty and gotten a little melancholy reminiscing about the tiny organics he'd bonded with on Earth. Rodimus hadn't really had a lot of positive interactions with humans, but he had liked parts of their culture and enjoyed the admiration is Earth alt-mode had gotten from passerby. He did know of the three young humans who'd made contact with them and how that connection had ended for all of them.

Rodimus definitely empathized with them, though, if the awful peeling paint he'd experienced as his color nanites reset was anything like the “acne” that one of them had moaned about getting from stress. Rodimus had tried to keep out of sight until that had passed, but he was certain Drift had gotten a few image captures while Rodimus “retreated” to his room. Or if his aching chassis and hips, cramping insides, and the expanding protoform in the areas at all resembled the “menstrual pains” that some of the species went through.

Optimus hadn't had to go through this.

Though he'd been unconscious and non-functional for most of his upgrade, Rodimus couldn't fully begrudge him.

(Well, he could and when the cramps had him curled up in the medbay with a heating pack he'd cursed Optimus, the Primacy, and the Matrix viciously.)

He'd gotten a lecture from Ratchet about the changes in his frame including higher stamina and therefore energy requirements, potentially new components being integrated, coding packets he may not recognize passed through the Matrix, and even an increased activity in his recovery nanites which would make him heal more quickly and withstand more damage.

Pit, Rodimus had been forced to endure getting reacquainted with his “upgraded” array as well.

That was the strangest but perhaps most positive update (besides his new frame which he was quickly growing fond of) and thankfully Drift had been willing to help him get used to the increase in node sensitivity, new biolights, and embarrassingly quick overloads. Drift had been good natured but kinda smug about it too, playing around and seeing just how quickly he could get Rodimus off. Rodimus wasn't necessarily complaining about the overloads but he had been forced to work to not embarrass himself three thrusts into Drift.

Rodimus could accept and even appreciate these changes.

But nobody had told him about the Matrix's fragging breeding kink.

#valveplug #rodimus #fic snippet #matrix breeding kink au

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lets-try-some-writing · 4 months

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So, in the pretender au, does optimus have the matrix of leadership, and if so, what does it think of him and the parasite business?

Oh he absolutely does have it and BOY the Matrix and those within it are not happy.

Previous part here.

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He probably should have kept up with the affairs of the living realm, but Liege Maximo gave up somewhere halfway into Nova Prime's reign. Being dead was not all the living children of Primus chalked it up to be, at least not for Liege. Sure there were no more physical concerns, but by the stars, there was none of that peace and quiet nonsense.

Primus had seen fit to put all of the Primes within the Matrix upon their deaths, all to guide those who would come after. It was a logical decision, one Liege saw increadible potential in for himself. If he could get a word in with the chosen Primes, he could manipulate them as he saw fit. Eventually he would find a way to get a new body through the Primes and their near infinite political influence. At least that was his big plan. Unfortunately for him, his siblings were not so keen to let him roam free.

"We are the Primes of old, here to offer our wisdom and guide you, young Prime. But take heed, do not listen to the voice of Liege Maximo. We cannot silence him, and despite his elegant words, he wishes you harm."

It was the same script over and over again. If he was honest, Liege was rather offended. He didn't necessarily want to harm the Primes chosen by the Matrix, he just wanted out of the Primus forsaken relic. It was never ending chatter in their gold gilded prison. Quintus was forever rambling on about something or other. Prima and Amalgemous were constantly bickering over what to do about the newest series of Primes. Then there was Solus who simply refused to shut up about the little glitches who came and claimed the Matrix along with the station it entailed. There was no such thing as peace and quiet within their pocket realm in the Matrix.

As such, Liege simply stopped bothering with the new Primes once they refused to adhere to him more than three times. He listened when his siblings spoke of the new Prime that was meant to come, one supposedly forged in Thirteen's image. However he didn't put much stock in their words. If the next Prime was to be like Thirteen, then he wouldn't be able to say two words before he was shut down. No use trying if he was guaranteed to fail in this case.

At least, that was what his original plan was.

When the time came and a new mech approached the Matrix, Liege was all but shoved forward to observe the candidate. He sighed but observed, quickly growing more and more interested as the mech dragged himself forward.

His limbs were long and gangly, too long to be normal by modern Cybertronian standards according the memories of prior Primes. His optics were wider than they should have likely been, his frame was disproportionate to the point of being almost comical, and the way his field flared was... ominous. He didn't feel like any creation of Primus Liege had encountered. He was certainly still a Cybertronian, but the waves he emitted spoke of CNA that was closer in strain to an Insecticon, or perhaps even Quintus's creations. Something so deviated and yet still intrinsically tied to the Cybertronian template that it neither presented as friend or foe.

The other Primes reeled in confusion. Liege could hear their whispers of how "He isn't the one." But of course, there was no time for his siblings to reject the newcomer as the mech, or perhaps the creature, suddenly dropped to all fours and threw itself forward with preposterous speed. Micronus prepared and electric field around the Matrix, Prima and the others hurried to burn the newcomer if he, or perhaps it, so much as touched them. But in that moment, Liege saw and opportunity. Using what influence he had, he waited until the last moment and disrupted his sibling's defenses, allowing the creature to grab the Matrix and hold it in his far too long digits.

His siblings screamed. Liege smiled as the thing carried the Matrix away, down tunnels and into the dark. His siblings screamed that they would never accept the newcomer, but the thing did not halt in its steps. It moved with purpose until it arrived before an active plasma pit. Liege cackled as the thing held the Matrix over the edge, its voice ringing out in a strange strangled mixture of hisses and chittering.

"We will not adhere to you. Whatever you are, you are not our chosen."

"No, but I am all that remains."

"Leave us. You are not worthy."

"I carry his CNA, his memory, and his goals."

"We do not know you or what you are. You are a face stealer, a creature that haunts the dreams of newsparks."

"I am a failsafe, a being designed to ensure that something of this world endures in the event that my foolish sister race fail to secure their continued existence."

"You are not one of us. We give you nothing. Return us to our resting place so that someone who is worthy may claim us."

"I am afraid I cannot allow that. I need the security that this relic provides. I need the wisdom of the ages in order to ensure that my kind flourish."

"A being such as yourself does not deserve to continue functioning, much less spread."

"Perhaps. But if you will not grant me the wisdom you hold, then none shall possess it."

"You cannot do this. The wisdom we carry is meant only for the Primes."

"Then make me something greater, make me a Prime."

His siblings bickered, but ultimately they conceded. The creature smiled, fangs and mandibles on full display as it parted its chassis to reveal a fully formed spark hidden within a chamber made of calipers more akin to claws. The Matrix was placed within, and the Primes did only the bare minimum to adjust the being they were now bound to. For the first time, Liege put all of his effort into the new Prime. His siblings offered no gifts aside from the usual enhanced strength. But Liege? Oh he did far more than them. With his siblings refusing to augment the new Prime more than absolutely necessary, Liege stepped in.

Looking over the new Prime's biology, Liege wanted to laugh until he passed out. Such a convoluted being. It was a miracle the creature had lasted so long. Plant, Insecticon, base Cybertronian, and even a small portion of Mech-animal CNA were mixed together in an unholy union. The fact that the creature lasted past its conception was surprising in the extreme. It was a wonderful concept, a creature capable of reproducing on its own to eliminate the need for the Well. It's biology allowed it and all its kind to work with the Insecticon colony instinct, getting rid of the pesky emotional distress that the children of Primus felt when put into a role. And most notably, its biology dictated that it's young could be changed, their very CNA adjusted to blend in, to act and seem just like any other Cybertronian... up until it was time for them to wake. It was a brilliant creature, one that simply had a few flaws.

Liege smoothed its coding, easing everything into a far less volatile state so that it would not forever be at odds with itself when around the children of Primus. He adjusted the creature's transformation cog so that it could both have a vehicular alternate mode and shed its disguise without pain. He carefully rearranged how its internals were structured, adjusting its organs to match the children of Primus in appearance so that scanners would not give it away. He went to great lengths to dutifully alter the creature's appearance, granting it something more regal to cover for its natural traits. Then, just as his siblings noticed his intervention, he adjusted one final thing in the creature. It's field was a dead giveaway, so he simply... quieted it. A keen set of optics would still pick the creature out, but the average mech would feel nothing.

When Prima stepped in, halting his changes, Liege simply laughed. The creature had been changed, and now it was guaranteed to last. This being could make Liege a body, and more than that, it was a being made of logic. It would listen to him.

"We will offer our wisdom, but do not heed the voice of Liege Maximo. He will lead you astray-"

"I will adhere to whomever I wish to offer my audial. You will not sway me."

The creature had sensed Liege's changes, it saw him favorably. The other Primes shrank back, most giving up immediacy as the thing's optics became their own. It began its journey toward the surface, toward the Autobots. All the Primes did was plot and pray the creature ended up being killed. Liege however pushed forward, brushing past his siblings to complete the rite.

"We have never had a Prime such as yourself. You need a designation worthy of your station."

"What name would you give me silver speaker?"

"You are the first of your kind, and I believe that given time, you shall usher in a new age for this world."

"Complete your statement. There is little time to waste."

"I would grant you the name Optimus Prime. First of your kind and last of the old line of Primes."

"That is acceptable."

His siblings threatened him, but there was nothing they could do to stop him as Liege kept himself in the forefront of the Matrix. The new Prime did not trust them, and rightly so. The only one who he gave his attention to was Liege, and so Liege did everything in his power to build on the silver of trust given to him. The new Prime was naive in the ways of the world, so Liege directed him. He taught the creature how to speak, how to act, and how to manipulate. He sensed Optimus's will and goals, and he did all he could to assist. He supplied specific memories, cultivating all the knowledge the young Prime consumed. And with every passing cycle, he grew more cunning, more logical-

More like Liege Maximo.

Things were progressing well, but the Prime needed allies he could trust with his nature, and as soon as the Insecticons found him, Optimus had their allegiance. It had been a complete accident, but shortly after Optimus integrated with the Autobots, the nearest Insecticons tracked him down and bowed before him. Liege's augments made Optimus appealing, especially with the Prime's ability to spawn. The Insecticons sensed this, and their coding demanded they follow their "Queen".

The Prime, having cultivated his cunning under Liege's guidance, wanted to do the strategically correct thing and deploy the Insecticons to do his bidding. But Liege stepped in before he could. This was too good and opportunity, and with it, Liege had the chance to make a deal.

"Don't send them out Optimus. Your Autobots are already dubious about you. If you do this, they will find out what you are and refuse to follow you."

"I can conjure a tale. I am a Prime."

"That is true, but you must understand how important reputation is. It would be wiser to use your new subjects to bolster your foundation, to build on what you have."

"What are you suggesting?"

"You cannot spawn because it is not safe for your young yet. But you are also the only one. If you die, your species will have failed."

"Get to the point."

"Use the Insecticons to create a safe haven, a storehouse for your spawn until it is safe for them to grow. The Insecticons will guard them, and in the event all else fails, you can wait until the children of Primus have thinned their ranks and do whatever you wish with your forces."

"That is a logical suggestion."

"Not only that, but should you be killed, some of your young will remain. And in doing so, you also ensure the survival of some of your sister race through the Insecticons."

"I understand. I will follow this advice."

"Good... and to ensure their security, I have a few measures that could be used to guard your brood while you are absent."

"You offer this knowledge too freely. What is it you want?"

"You have learned well. I want a body Optimus. I have been locked in here since the first age, and with your ability to spawn, all you would need to do it connect the Matrix toward your reproductive systems. Then I can move my spark into one of your larva."

"It would mean death for the larva in question."

"A small price to pay for my teachings."

"How do I know you will not turn on me upon receiving a frame?"

"Why would I? You may rule over your kind as you see fit. They would not adhere to me anyway. But in return, I wish to govern the children of Primus."

"You will not harm me or my kin."

"Of course."

"Then the deal is done. Offer me your knowledge to guard my brood, and we shall discuss when you are to receive your frame."

The deal was complete, and Liege could only smile as he sat back and guided the young Prime in his work. Finally, a Prime he could use, a Prime that agreed with him. No matter what happened to Optimus, the creature would keep his oath. In the end, the new species would survive and Liege would get his frame. His siblings begged him to use his trust with the Prime to lead him to death, but Liege refused. They screamed as the named Pretender spawned, and Liege chuckled.

Let them spread, let the Pretenders grow. They would be valuable allies once Liege was set free. They were logical, and so long as Liege had useful skill or wisdom to offer, they would aid him. Optimus had proven as such. The Pretenders were the bane of the Decepticons and Liege Maximo's salvation. He would need to thank the one called Shockwave when all was said and done. The Pretenders were truly extraordinary.

#transformers #maccadam #transformers prime #optimus prime #liege maximo #the thirteen primes #the matrix of leadership #pretender au #alternate universe #yuuuuuup more lore #Liege is just thrilled to have a monster willing to listen to him

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