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in1-nutshell · 4 months

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Bot Buddy being Swerve's older sibling on the Lost Light

SFW, Platonic, hint of romance, Cybertronian reader

MTMTE

Part 1 here

Part 2 here

After being on the Lost Light for a couple of days Buddy was still figuring out their place on the ship. Thanks to Swerve and his friends they were slowly finding their place amongst the crowd.

But Buddy hates leaving Swerve alone for too long. After spending so long in stasis and listening to his messages, Buddy figured it was a good idea to be always close by Swerve.

Swerve didn’t mind it one bit.

One was never too far from the other.

But some of their friends started to get irked by this, mainly being Whirl.

Swerve standing in front of Buddy talking their audial off as they stand stoically listening to everything he has to say.

“Look at them.”--Whirl

“Umm… why?”--Tailgate

“Look at them! If something happens to the other, ones gonna go berserker!”--Whirl

“You do have a point there.”--Skids

“But that’s not a bad thing, right?”--Tailgate

“My sweet Tailgate, you have to expect the unexpected at all times.”--Whirl

“Oh! I get it its like that one time Cyclonus wanted to—”--Tailgate

“That’s not a conversation for the table.”--Cyclonus

“Then its settled then Buddy needs some space from Swerve.”--Whirl

“This isn’t going to end well…”--Cyclonus

So, with a little help from Skids, Chromedome and Rewind, they managed to get Swerve busy giving Buddy enough time to drag Buddy off. It worked for a bit until Buddy insisted on checking on Swerve and began walking the other way.

“C’mon Buddy lets go for another round in the range!”--Whirl

“I’m sorry Whirl I’ve gotta go.”--Buddy

“Buddy don’t make me do this.”--Whirl

“Do what? Whirl what are you talking about?”--Buddy

“You’ll see…”--Buddy

Whirl had been expecting this.

It was time to deploy Plan R.

Plan Rodimus.

As Buddy was walking back to the bar, Rodimus walked up to Buddy. His job was just to distract Buddy and make sure they didn’t reach the bar until Whirl said so. Rodimus was a bit hesitant about this plan but decided that this was way better to do this than Magnus’s reports.

“Hey Buddy!”--Rodimus

“Rodimus? Is there something you need?”--Buddy

“Yes! I need a sparring partner.”--Rodimus

“A sparring partner? I would assume Drift—”Buddy

“He’s busy with Ratchet. Anyways I want to spar you.”--Rodimus

“Spar me?”--Buddy

“Yeah! Unless all that training in the Elite Guard was a hoax—”--Rodimus

“You’re on Captain.”--Buddy

Meanwhile Swerve was beginning to get anxious as it was getting late, and Buddy wasn’t around. As much as Skids, Chromdome, and Rewind tried humoring with stories and hearing his rants, it was clear that Swerve’s anxiety was starting to get the best of him.

“Hey, Whirl your going to have to get Buddy over here soon.”--Chromedome

“Why?”--Whirl

“Swerve’s looks like he is going to have a glitch if Buddy doesn’t get here soon.”--Chromedome

Whirl commed in Rodimus.

He didn’t answer.

He tried again.

No answer.

At this point Whirl guessed that Rodimus was probably dead after Buddy’s sparring session.

Something Whirl had jokingly suggested to him to ask Buddy to do. He didn’t expect him to do it.

As Whirl walked towards the door, he saw Cyclonus and Tailgate watching from the doorway. Curious he also took a peek inside.

Turns out Rodimus was still alive.

But the positions they were in…

Rodimus was flat on his back looking up at Buddy who was in a straddling position with a winning smile.

Rodimus looked at Buddy as if his optics had just seen the Matrix coming towards him.

“Looks like I win again Captain.”--Buddy

“I guess you did, huh?”--Rodimus

“What?”--Buddy

“I can’t believe I didn’t notice that you were holding back.”--Rodimus

“Yeah, if I didn’t, you’d be a smear of red paint under me.”--Buddy

“Oh really?”--Rodimus

“Absoluetly Captain. That’s just a fact.”--Buddy

“How about next round I flame up? You think you’d handle the heat?”--Rodimus

“Such little faith you have in me Captain. You’d think after I beat you all those times you’d get some idea that I can definitely handle you.”--Buddy

“Its one Buddy… as soon as you get off me… you’re kind of crushing my spoiler…”--Rodimus

“Oh! Sorry!”--Buddy

Buddy helping Rodimus up.

“Best out of 60?”--Buddy

“You think you can keep up?”--Rodimus

“Just watch me!”--Buddy

“Cyclonus…I think we came at a wrong time…”--Tailgate

“…Let’s leave them…”—Cyclonus

Whirl, Cyclonus, Tailgate walking away from the sparring room.

“Why were you guys even here, anyways?”--Whirl

“We heard a lot of slamming, and it sounded like someone was dying. Turns out it was Rodimus just getting beaten up by Buddy, during their ‘practice session’.”--Tailgate

Whirl has gained a new ship and there was nothing stopping him from making this thing work. A little bit of integration and some closets and the two will be together in no time!

Now the minor problem was telling Swerve without him glitching out…

#transformers #transformers x reader #maccadam #idw mtmte #mtmte x reader #bot buddy #mtmte rodimus #mtmte swerve #mtmte whirl #The polls writings are officially done!

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wifetomegatron · 5 months

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If you're taking requests, can I make one for Whirl with a human fem SO who's just as insane and violence happy as he is? Bonus if you include the reactions of the LL crew to this.

"Oh fuck, now there are two of them!"

my love is a sharp, wild thing. (whirl / fem!so). slightly suggestive. mentions of fighting & violence because it's whirl lol

" Impressive moves, sweetspark."

The second the landing pad latched itself back onto the ship, Whirl was already out to greet you. Yellow optic, wide with something playful," Care to show some to me tonight?"

You placed your hand across your mouth, feigning shyness as your lover picked you up in his claws to nuzzle your forehead, " Oh, stop it you."

Somewhere in the crowd of weary, injured mechs, someone muttered in disgust about how you were still covered in energon, drenched head to toe in Decepticon remains. But of course, they wouldn't understand. They wouldn't — couldn't possibly understand the beauty, the seduction, of having you wild and dirty and battered. Yet triumph and seething with rage. He was already trying to kiss your lips. Trying to chase the bright, red cut you sported from a nasty brawl with the enemy. It was quite the sight to see from the cameras, you fiercely cutting through the spark chambers of mechs thirty times your size.

He would've been down there with you if Rodimus hadn't purposefully tricked him out of it — it doesn't matter now, he thought, he got the footage seared into the back of his processor, and you're back in his embrace. Skin still prickling with adrenaline from the fight.

" I mean it, squishy. From the bottom of my spark !" " Don't tempt me into carving it out to see for myself, you flirt." Someone in the back of the room groaned. Maybe it was Rewind. Then it must have been Chromedome too. "You sure do know how to sweep a Decepticon off his feet."

Smiling at his wicked sense of humor, you gestured to your weapon with a wink, " What can I say? I know how to bring a guy down to his knees. It always works when you remove their legs."

The two of you shared a laugh, exiting the room to leave a trail of curious and confused optics in your wake. From his peripheral, Whirl could see Megatron pinch the bridge of his nose ( and that made his spark swell with pride.) Ratchet already exhaling through his intake as Swerve yells out dramatically — " Great! There are two of them now. That means another person I have to ban from the bar when it's happy hour."

And when he's done helping you scrub the dried liquid off your body, touches turning desperate, rough — but when is anything ever gentle between the two of you? It was always a push, a pull, a shove: a kiss felt like a punch, and love burned like a wound.

Not everyone will understand, Whirl thought. He knows they call him crazy. Calls this crazy.

But he lets you flip him on his back: your legs straddled across his waist while his talons dig against the flesh of your hips. Your teeth sank against his neck cables, his grip bruising your skin purple. Fighting was always the closest thing Whirl understood to affection.

Not everyone will understand. So it's a good fragging thing he never cared about anyone else. And that he was never sane to begin with.

#thanks for requesting anon #hope you like it !#lol always love to write about whirl #even if i'm afraid of making him out of character #whirl #whirl / you #whirl x reader #idw #mtmte #transformers #requests #anon #one shot #imagine #tf

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moodymisty · 7 months

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Getting back in touch with my roots

#I dunno I just think it would be cute if whirl's antennae could go wiggle wiggle #mtmte #transformers #drift #whirl #doodily woobilys #not writing

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callsign-relic · 8 months

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Hi!! I love your works and this is my first time requesting anything so (⁠｡⁠ﾉ⁠ω⁠＼⁠｡⁠)

I want to know if you can make a fluff/comfort story of MTMTE Whirl x (gn)reader with him in his holoform?(He's very pretty-) Maybe the reader has a bad day, he doesn't know how to his s/o but wants them to feel better?

If it's too difficult or you don't write for Whirl, it's okay!! I understand he can be tough to write!

Ahh I’m so glad you enjoy my works!!! I’m happy to be your first request! Hopefully this encourages you to make some more requests to any other amazing tf reader insert writers out there :D or if you want to send another request to me, you’re more than free to ;) HAHA

And this is a great concept, I’d love to do this for you! Holoforms isn’t something you see requested right out the gate very often, so I’d be happy to try and write this :D

I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: SFW, GN!Human!Reader

You were sat upon the desk in your and Whirl’s shared habsuite, hugging your knees and doing your absolute best to look anywhere that wasn’t directly into the blue mech’s singular yellow optic. He had craned his neck down near the table to try and level himself with you, yet you were shuffling your body in such a way that made it difficult for the mech to see your face.

“Aw, hey, c’mon!” He urges you, reaching one of his massive claws over to you and gently nudging your side. “You’ve been acting like this all day. I like messing with people when they’re not in the mood, but this is starting to get a little concerning.”

You throw him a sideways glare, and Whirl pulls back at that. He tilts his helm to the side, “Hey, what’s that look for?”

You scoff under your breath, pulling yourself out of your little ball to sit cross legged and glower at him. “Listen, Whirl, can you just back off for once?” Your snippy tone comes off much more aggressively than you had intended, and your eyes are quick to widen when you realize that— but the damage has been done. The glowing light of Whirl’s optic goes half lidded, and he throws a dark look back at you, too.

“Fine,” he huffs, raising himself from your level and taking a few heavy steps backwards. “I don’t care. I can just— come back later, or something.” The mech turns to leave, the door to the habsuite sliding open as always as he approached it—

“Wait!”

You scramble to your feet, nearly falling over the edge of the desk as you reach back out towards him. Whirl stops in his tracks, but he does not turn to face you.

“I’m… I’m sorry, Whirl, I shouldn’t have taken my anger out on you.” Your outstretched hand falls, and any adrenaline you had previously felt completes its course through your system. You slowly drop to your knees, sitting on your calves, and you fold your hands over the bends of your knees. As you cast your gaze down, you can hear the door to the habsuite slowly slide shut, and you can feel the vibrations faintly run through you from the table as Whirl’s footsteps land to the floor. Approaching you, though slowly.

“I’ve just… had a lot on my mind,” you admit, the fabric of your pants scrunching beneath your grip as you nervously flexed your hands. “I guess you can say I’ve been a little homesick. That’s not to say I haven’t enjoyed my time here, I love being with you guys, but…”

Finally you look upwards, and you have to crane your neck higher than before as Whirl was staring directly down at you. Helm tilted just a little, yet his demeanor otherwise entirely unreadable as he studied you under the golden light of his optic.

Your shoulders sag as you offer a defeated little laugh. “Sounds weird to say it out loud but, uh, I miss being able to properly hug someone. Or just interact with anyone close to my size in general, really.”

And for a while, Whirl doesn’t respond, only further tilting his helm as he seems to process what you just told him. You’re tempted to just look down and to the side again and try to come up with a quick lighthearted thing to say, but the sound of the mech before you moving again captures your attention. He takes a couple steps back to one of the side walls, leaning up against it and— powering down??

You lean forward— what was he doing? The yellow light of his optic dims to a near imperceptible brightness, and you can swear you hear his inner engines go from their typical roar to a low purr. But before you could even open your mouth to call out to him, a light manifests itself in the corner of your eye. You whip around to look at it, and you suddenly land on your back as you pull yourself away from the humanoid being that was currently materializing itself in wireframe before you.

Fractals of color and detail appear in random splotches on the humanoid form, all spreading and coming together until eventually, a full figure stands before you.

It was… a human girl.

A little on the shorter side with her blue hair tied into twin pigtails on either sides of her head, the eyepatched girl looked at you questioning eyebrows before looking down to examine her gloved hands with a sideways pout. “What? What’s wrong with it this time? Ugh, don’t tell me I got the scaling wrong…”

Yet the voice that emerged from the girl wasn’t just any voice. It was Whirl’s.

Slowly, you raise yourself up from the floor, approaching the Whirl-like girl with cautiously raised hands. “What…? Whirl? Is that you?”

The girl turns her attention away from herself and back up to you, a grin forming on her lips. “Yeah, duh! Whaddya’ think?” She— or, he, you correct yourself— spreads an arm out wide as he places another on his hip, showing off this new form of his with pride.

“It’s… incredible,” you gasp, your disbelieving awe quickly transforming into starry-eyed wonder as a smile spread itself across your face, too. “How did you—? What is—?”

“‘s my holomatter avatar,” Whirl explains nonchalantly, tugging down the ends of his stylish denim overalls. “Holoform for short. It’s a quick fix for when we stop by any mech-unfriendly planets. Heh, there was this one time where we were using these around organics and—“

The disguised mech’s words are quickly cut off by a feeling enveloping his whole body. He shifts his gaze to look, and he sees you, suddenly with your arms wrapped around his slightly shorter form. You stay there for a long time, hugging him wordlessly.

Then, after a moment, Whirl slowly wraps his own arms around your back too.

#relic writes #Transformers #Transformers x reader #more than meets the eye #MTMTE #MTMTE x reader #lost light x reader #Transformers whirl #whirl transformers #whirl x reader #lost light

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domaindiver · 1 month

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While scrolling through tumblr a while back, I came across this beautiful poem from headspace-hotel's blog created using snippets of Wikipedia articles. I was pretty inspired and decided to take a crack at it. I'd already been trying to make a little poem for Hermie (because I'm a nerd and I love him), but I figured this might be a fun way to go about it!

So! In honor of Hermie Unworthy's death, magical build-a-bear replacement, and the entirety of season 2 coming to a close today, I collaged together "The Ship of Theseus", an attempt at poeticizing his "rebirth" in a way that hopefully makes sense. (Including a shit ton of stupid little references, because I looove references)

If you've made it this far, thank you! I hope you enjoyed. And to my fellow Hermieheads: WAHOOO!!!! IT'S OVERRRR IT'S ENDING NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS THE CANON IS OVER!!! THEY ARE FREEEEEE!!! HAPPY SEASON TWO ENDING DAY!!!!!

#hermie unworthy #hermie the unworthy #dungeons and daddies #dungeons and daddies s2 #herman unworthy #wikipedia poetry #wikipedia poem #dndads spoilers #writing #artwork #art #dndads #dndads s2 #oughhh i spent such a long ass time trying to decide on a background for this shit..... i am free!!! this is out there!!!#also fun fact the background is inspired by an old drawing i made of hermie as a “full goof”#which to me was a whirling cloud of green and blue smoke

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cloudraker · 1 year

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MTMTE Roddi or Whirl with a love-hate relationship with a human liaison y/n who prides herself on being super polite, lady-like and as professional as possible. But! When they think no one's watching they curse like a sailor.

I want you to know I sat and thought about this request for sooo long I think it's amazing thank you anon <33

MTMTE Rodimus and Whirl with a Ladylike Liaison

Under the cut :)

Whirl

Honestly thinks you're a stick in the mud, a second Magnus sent to ruin all things fun

He's going to spend a truly brow raising amount of time trying to provoke you, only to be met with professional indifference every time

It's truly infuriating, but he's made it his personal mission to get you to crack in some way and he's nothing if not determined (to be a pain in the ass)

It's when he hears something drop and shatter that he goes to investigate, hoping to find somebody to make fun of, only to find you standing above (what he thinks) is a broken glass and a bright liquid seeping into the floor

What surprises him the most is that your attitude has changed completely, curses he's never even heard of spilling from your mouth with practised ease

His entire worldview is changed, endless opportunity stretched before him at the sheer novel of words he's just learned. You've created a monster

It's only now that you notice him come in, and it's impossible to miss the glee radiating from his single eye

"Holy shit." "Whirl-"

Now that he knows you do have the capacity to swear, it's his new goal to make you do it in public. Others are rather confused at the new attitude Whirl has taken towards you, but simply write it off as Whirl being himself

Rodimus

Also thinks you're a stick in the mud, a second Magnus sent to ruin all things fun

As captain of the ship, he spends quite a bit of time with you during your shifts, and has decided that you're a very stuck up, no fun sort of person and isn't surprised in the slightest when you and Magnus hit it off

He was honestly rather excited about having a human on the ship at first, but quickly lost interest after realizing you wouldn't entertain his antics

It's when the two of you are on a late shift on the bridge when Rodimus gets a call from a bot you don't recognize, but from the way Rodimus stiffens it's clear he does

The entire call is basically Rodimus getting chewed out for something he may or may not have done and he may or may not deserve the chewing out, but the bot on the call was honestly just a dick about it

Once the call ends, Rodimus slumps into his chair and it's clear he's thrown off from what just happened

"Who the fuck was that?" "Wh- huh?" "Like, seriously. What a prick!"

He's truly amazed you know how to swear, a dumbfound look on his face slowly being replaced by a smirk and a huff as he chimes in with his own grievances

A bit miffed when you return to your upstanding citizen shtick the next day. Nobody believes him when he tells his tale of the night before

#transformers #mtmte #maccadam #transformers headcanon #transformers x reader #transformers mtmte #rodimus #mtmte rodimus #whirl #mtmte whirl #anon i'm so sorry if this is lackluster i am very tired at the time of writing this

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im-the-king-of-the-ocean · 2 years

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Souls Supplemental - Guardianship

I know it’s been absolutely ages since I updated Souls. Gonna be honest, it’s been significantly harder to give time to the fic since starting grad school this past academic year. I do hope to get back to it this summer, but that’s also reliant on me having time between other responsibilities.

That said, to stretch my writing muscles for it a bit, I wrote this short-ish fic from May’s POV, set during the fic. It’s set a little time after Ruby and Penny’s arrival at Maria’s house. A scene like it probably won’t appear in the fic itself, but I do plan on having some elements that appear here ;)

Anyways, enjoy <3

Kids are something May had long since accepted wouldn’t be part of her life. She’s not opposed to them, but, even before she severed ties with her family, she knew she didn’t want to partake in the creating of a new life. Burdening another life with everything she’d had to endure as a Marigold felt more than a little injust. Even now, when that is less of a concern, she has bigger priorities than looking into adoption. Mantle certainly doesn’t have a shortage of kids who need homes, no. She’s just not exactly the safest person to be charged with their care.

On the bright side, she tells herself often these days, the two she’s currently responsible for, are teenagers. Relatively self-sufficient and ‘don’t have to be told the reality that the world is an unfair place’ teenagers. Granted, they’re horribly traumatized teenagers who either jump or aim a weapon at every shadow (sometimes both), but still.

If she doesn’t try to find the silver linings in their situation somewhere, everything will be vulnerable to getting much, much worse, and she can’t allow that. They deserve better.

May lifts the article printout to read again. She lets her eyes glance over the words without really taking them in. Her gaze lands where it always does, on the accompanying photo. A newly-minted Beacon Academy team smile at her without a care in the world. They’re excited, and why shouldn’t they be? They’re about to start their first year at the academy where they’ll become Huntresses.

From what she’s been told, May knows it was a challenge for Fiona to find the article. She and Joanna had no luck in identifying who exactly Ruby was. The Happy Huntresses would protect her and Penny Polendina without hesitation, yes, but, as Ironwood intensified his efforts and Mantle’s situation continued to worsen, the question of why lingered heavily in their minds. Penny Polendina, at least, there was a clear cut reason for. Ironwood wouldn’t just let an ‘investment’ like her go. But Ruby? Why would the Headmaster and General of Atlas have such interest in a seemingly random girl?

Neither Penny nor Ruby would tell them, so, Robyn decided they’d do their own research to see what they could find. In a perfect world, they’d be able to wait until the girls were ready to open up, but they didn’t. They couldn’t afford that hidden reason to be something to catch them off guard.

Not that their search turned up much of anything. Fiona and Joanna exhausted the possibility of Ruby being a student from one of the many Atlas prep schools by manually checking their entire rosters (a task May was more than happy to be exempt from—one of the only perks of having to stay disconnected lest someone digitally track her back to her location). Despite Ruby seeming a year or two underage, they’d even checked Atlas Academy’s student roster, but again come up empty.

It was only while chasing down a loose thread with only half a chance of being something that Fiona struck gold. One of Atlas’s more gossipy “news” papers had reported on Weiss Schnee’s attendance of Beacon Academy, going so far as to provide a short glimpse at her team. It didn’t say much about them, but it did identify Ruby Rose, allegedly handpicked by Headmaster Ozpin himself to attend Beacon Academy two years before she rightfully would, as the Schnee Heiress’s partner. After grousing a bit about Beacon’s inferior team captain-choosing methods, the article acquiesced to the point that, if Ms. Schnee were not to be a captain, at least hers would be a prodigy.

Further investigation showed that Ruby Rose had been reported dead following the Fall of Beacon.

A sad story of a girl who died far before her time, if not for the fact she was very much alive and in a room upstairs as May considered the article for what felt like the thousandth time. It didn’t make any sense. They were missing something big. The information they’d gathered confirmed it.

Headmaster Ozpin had seen something in Ruby that caused him to let her into his academy early. Ironwood had gone so far as fake her death (and it was Atlas that reported her dead, they’d found), and secret her away to his kingdom.

Most importantly, how had the smiling girl in the picture held in May’s fingertips become one of the wary, jumpy teenagers she was tasked with keeping safe?

“May?” The quiet voice almost makes her jump, but May has gained a lot of practice not making sudden movements lately.

“Yeah?” May looks up at the girl on the stairs. Internally, her brain’s scrambling to determine how intensely she should make eye contact. Ruby spent their first few days together avoiding most interaction, allowing Penny to act as a go between between herself and May and Maria. She’s less skittish now, and willing to engage without Penny there too, but there’s already been a couple instances where she’s retreated back into herself. May won’t ruin the tentative trust she’s gained under any circumstances if she can help it.

“I, um, I’d like to get a snack? From the kitchen?”

“Go right ahead.” May smiles at the girl. She will not sigh. She will not roll her eyes. She will not, her brain commands her. Even if its the ten thousandth time this request has been made of her. It’s not about the request itself. She may hope the day Ruby doesn’t need affirmation before she does literally anything will come soon, but, until then, the exercises in gaining trust will continue.

Ruby makes it to the bottom of the stairs, tentatively crosses the room (the berth she gives May isn’t as big as it used to be), and enters the kitchen. May waits, and waits, and there—a little gasp can be heard from the kitchen. She can’t help but grin to herself.

May folds the article up into a square and slides it into her pocket. She goes to lean against the kitchen entryway.

“I, um, I—” Ruby jumps away from the bow staff May had purposefully left out and screwed open on the kitchen table.

“You want to see how its mechanism works?” May offers. She doesn’t wait for an answer before approaching the table and picking up her favorite screwdriver. “Here, look. Release it here.” She clicks the familiar latch. “And it releases into crossbows. Or it would.” She shrugs. “If it weren’t opened for maintenance.”

To answer the question in Ruby’s eyes, May motions for her to come closer. “I just need to tighten this part here and…” She moves her hand slowly, while carefully watching how Ruby responds.

“But doing that’ll—!“ Ruby cuts herself off. Fear passes across her face, but when May doesn’t reprimand her, it passes. May nods in what she hopes comes across as an encouraging way. “Go on.”

“If you tighten,” Ruby’s face scrunches with concentration as she tries to come up with a descriptor, “the E-shaped part, won’t that jam the firing mechanism from working?”

“It would.” May agrees. “But I still need to in order to close it up or I won’t be able to use the weapon at all. Any suggestions?”

Ruby gives her a look that informs May she knows what May’s trying to do here, but, at the same time, she sits down at the table and picks up a small wrench.

It’s a novice level fix to get the staff back in working order. Despite the aptitude she’s shown for weaponry (based on how she handles the rifle Penny made for her out of one of her swords, Ruby definitely has sniper training), May wasn’t about to start Ruby off on the more complex fixes. She’s still not precisely sure how much she can handle.

The first few times May tried to reach out to Ruby hadn’t gone well, to say the least. It quickly became apparent that she had issues with people trying to bond with her (board games were a particular no-go). Given there wasn’t much they could do while in hiding and the few instances of what May believed were keen interest from Ruby, weaponry became what she opted for.

It helps, May supposes, that Ruby definitely feels more secure when she’s given free rein over something she can use to defend herself.

Eventually, while Ruby is concentrated on tweaking the staff, more to learn how it works than actually ‘fix’ anything, May goes to get some juice out of the fridge and pours two cups. Their situation isn’t great by any stretch and pushing for information would make it easier in some ways, but May knows the wariness of just coming out of a bad situation into one she isn’t completely sure of. She’s knows the pain that comes with it.

She’ll do everything she can to relieve Ruby of that pain.

#rwby #ruby rose #may marigold #dead souls living #whirls writing

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siyratiin · 1 month

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always insane about whirl. think about him a lot. thinkin about him daily even. god. oh my god. him his character everything oh my god. I'm literally so. AAAAA. god. FUCK. I get so sad every time I think about what he's been through AND THE WAY HE IS WRITTEN OH MY GOD IM CHEWING AT THE WALLS

#this post would be so much better articulated if i could put my feeling into beautifullu crafted words #but alas i am stuck with only AAAA and UUAAAAGGHHH with an occasional FUCK #its almodt 1am at the time of writing this but i cant stop thinking about him #and everything he's been through and how he copes and how his character arc is one of the best ones ive ever seen and #OUUAAAAGAHHHH #CLAWING CHEWING AT THE WALLS SCREAMING CRYING #whirl #whirl transformers #mtmte whirl #idw whirl #rex rambles #maccadam #maccadams

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mermaidmoose · 10 months

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Inspired by @montyuh & @callsign-relic first contact AU oneshots - here’s the first fanfic I’ve written in literal years so uh, it’s a bit rough.

Soaring through the depths of space, far beyond the reach of man traveled a ginormous starship- the Lost Light. Measuring 15 miles long and 10 miles wide it was certainly spacious enough to comfortably accommodate a large crew … and one tiny new resident.

Back on Earth, you had signed up to be part of an expedition to an inhabitable planet far from home. In exchange for food, shelter, and the adventure of a lifetime you eagerly packed your bags and said your goodbyes to loved ones. The trip was supposed to take a few years total give or take. Nothing too strenuous.

To quote Murphy’s Law: “What can go wrong will go wrong”. The company responsible for creating the expedition’s starship had cut corners- lots of them. When the starship jumped into warp drive it shook so violently that your whole body was rattled and smashed into the ceiling of your capsule bed. You were lucky to get away with only severe bruising and a bloody tongue. Exiting the jump left the ship stranded, drifting aimlessly as everyone scrambled in the dark to collect themselves. With several of your more experienced crew-mates dead or injured, you and the few survivors chose to route the ship’s remaining power to fuel the escape pods to try to navigate back to Earth.

After a week of travel (according to your pod’s calendar) you were carefully navigating through an asteroid field when a large shadow fell over you. While you are grateful the giant-ass starship that appeared out of nowhere hadn’t obliterated you and your escape pod, you weren’t expecting to be kidnapped either. By giant alien robots no less! With a language barrier! And no sense of personal space or boundaries! Shit! You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at the situation.

Well, you had tried quietly crying about it while wandering down one of the vast halls of the Lost Light, until a blue mechanical horror emerged from an adjacent hallway. To you, Whirl looked like something that had stepped out of a horror movie, with his gangly inhuman build, long neck, and large yellow optic that felt like it drilled right through you.

Whirl barely gives the fleshy creature a cursory glance, noting that it had stopped moving and making those weird noises. He hardly knew what all the fuss was about over such a small, fragile, stinky creature. One misstep and he’d be cleaning gunk out of his foot for several cycles. As he looked away and began ruminating on who he could heckle at Swerve’s a sound made his antennae twitch. It was the pitter-patter of tiny feet running away from him at a frantic yet pathetically slow speed.

Ok, so maybe he could gain some entertainment out of the thing at least. “Hey? Where you goin?” He drawls as he slowly follows after you. It was almost comical how slow he had to walk to not catch up right away. Did you really think those tiny legs could outrun him? “If you don’t pick up the pace I’ll pinch ya!” He leans forward and clacks his pincers menacingly at the empty air behind you.

You were scared shitless. Once Whirl started plodding after you, you contemplated if this was the end. Murdered or eaten by a metal alien monster and all because you wanted to explore beyond earth. ‘I wish I could go back in time and throttle myself’ you seethe as another pinch draws closer. ‘I wish I had never left home. I wish-‘ pre-death regret-thinking is cut to a halt by the appearance of a gap in the wall paneling. In an instant, all thoughts disappear as your body bursts forward with a surge of adrenaline. With a quickness neither of you were expecting, you squeeze yourself into the gap.

You heave a sigh of relief at your successful escape. Your victory is short lived however when Whirl’s optic comes into view and blasts you with what feels like the light of several hundred light bulbs. “Ow! Bastard!” you snarl. Without even thinking you blindly lash out and slap the offending optic. Whirl jerks back in slight surprise, not expecting to feel … whatever that was. Was that an attempt to fight back? Damn, this thing was pathetic. “Oh? Think you’re a tough guy? You’ll need to hit harder than that!” He jams one of his pincers into the gap above your head, trying to wiggle the wall panel open.

As Whirl is focused on the wall panel, you desperately squint around, looking for some means of escape. Thankfully, his loosening of the panel opened another gap on the opposite end. You make a break for it and rush out of the gap, not daring to look back. As you feel a rush of wind and the thrumming of danger (or is that the vibrations of something running?) a shout breaks through the chaos.

“Whirl! What do you think you’re doing!?” Before you can even register what’s happening a smaller, orange mech runs up and scoops you into his hands, holding you in a protective grasp. Though muffled you can still hear what you’re pretty sure is angry robot speak.

Rung rolls his optics at Whirl’s theatrics and sighs. “We’ll discuss this further at your next session. And don’t think this will go unreported- Ah, poor thing, you’re shaking” his attention is drawn back to you. The mech softly coos, gently running a finger along your back in soothing strokes. Truthfully at this point you’re shaking from a mix of adrenaline and relief, not fear. But you lean into Rung’s finger and note how much gentler he is compared to the other bots you’ve met so far. Orange eyebrows bot is now #1 in your book … whatever that means (god your brain is fried. you want a damn nap).

“Are you trying to kill the poor thing? Organics are much more fragile than us Whirl, even enough stress can kill them. Such as being chased by a giant mech! And don’t think I didn’t see you try to grab them!” Rung hardly raises his voice at others, but if Whirl is going to be a threat to the organic, he needs to intervene now.

“Tch! Relax eyebrows, we were just playing around. Y’know, bonding and all that slag. That’s what the captain said we were supposed to do right? Well,” He clicks his pincers. “This is how I bond. Bet we’re already besties! See?” Whirl stretches his neck out to get a closer look at you, but all you do is cower further into the orange mech.

Whirl lets out a dramatic gasp and places one servo over where his spark would be. “Did you see that doc? Rejected! Betrayed! I’m never gonna emotionally recover from this!”

“…It wasn’t that bad” the blue mech grumbles, somewhat affronted by Rung’s scolding and the weird itching at the back of his processor. “Whatever, I’ve got better things to do than hang with you two losers. Like getting drunk!” With that, the blue mech takes off with a cackle, leaving you and Rung in the dust to process everything.

‘I need to find my escape-pod as soon as possible, or else I’m gonna die here’ you morosely conclude.

#transformers #mtmte #mtmte whirl #mtmte rung #first contact au #I am so rusty at writing and it shows #the ghost of 12 year old me possessed current me and wrote this #maccadam

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windshieldtiddies · 1 year

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Fanart of Come here, baby, tell me that I'm wrong by the inimitable @quetzalpapalotl! 💕

#tf #maccadam #optimus prime #whirl #valveplug #fic #worm art #this fic is seared into my brain #its so sad but so inevitable #i LOOOOOVE the way you write their interactions #im a big fan of your work! :D #whirlop

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lets-try-some-writing · 5 months

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Ah yes, SIS smokescreen and Whirl joining up to form the "rebellion". Their motto is "the monsters can't touch you, if your scarier than them!"

Meanwhile SIS kaon is desperately trying to put a leash on an angel, while Tarn is suppressing the urge to rip his head off so they can move on already.

Absolutely XD I love this and its going to get yoinked for SIS thank you.

#lets try some writing mumbles #silence is salvation au #transformers #maccadam #transformers prime #smokescreen #whirl #transformers djd

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boombox-propaganda · 1 year

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thinking abt LL#24 again. specifically, ultra magnus and whirl.

thinking abt how of all the people who could have been paired up with ultra magnus to defend him, it was whirl. it could have been megatron. it could have been one of the scavengers who got split up trying to protect other crewmembers. it could have been chromedome and rewind.

but it wasn’t. it was whirl. chaotic, unpredictable whirl. whirl who started the war by beating up megatron, who has been arrested countless times by magnus and others, whose immediately previous conversation with magnus on mederi included no small amount of wariness on magnus’s end. that was the mech who was sent to guard magnus, who magnus allowed himself to be sent with.

and then magnus got hit with that rocket launcher. he was knocked out of his armour and rendered unconscious. he was the one who was supposed to open the matrix, because he was ‘decent’ and ‘one of the best’. but he couldn’t - he was unconscious. there wasn’t a backup plan.

it was whirl who opened the matrix. with his legs half blown off, with death on the doorstep and no chance of failure, it was whirl who crawled over to the matrix and made it open. whirl who spent the vast majority of the series embracing self-destruction, whirl who was alone and pushed people away, whirl who claimed his anger was an insulator and that he was broken beyond repair. it was whirl who opened it.

did they ever talk about that? did whirl let the rest of the crew believe it was magnus who opened it? did magnus let that lie persist? did he ever talk to whirl about it at all, the same way he once talked to cyclonus after he risked his life to save tailgate’s spark from cybercrosis, apologising or welcoming him aboard at the end of it all? did anyone else ever realise that whirl, for all the chaos that he had brought and continued to bring, was part of the reason their world remained intact, not because of his guns and defense of ultra magnus but because despite what he and everyone else believed, he was good enough in the end?

i think about it a lot.

#idw #whirl #ultra magnus #idw whirl #idw ultra magnus #lost light #lost light spoiler #boombox noises intensify #i may write a fic abt this bc. goddamn i have feelings #anyway i really love whirl

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witchofthesouls · 1 year

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In Chainsaw Man, Power lets Denji fondle and squeeze her breasts for helping her. She lets him squeeze them three times for the three things he has done for her.

The Lost Light Liasion lets the bots of your choice fondle her breasts and lets them squeeze a certain number of for three amount of times they’ve saved her ass/helped her.

Who are the bots and how do they react?

(If this happened, Ultra Magnus would be so on top of this since there would be mechs that would purposely create trouble to "save" the resident human. He's gonna nip that in the bud since the Lost Light already has too much chaotic energy. So nudity scenarios with Giant!Liaison because I love that concept a lot.)

Whirl eyes your chest in a manner that wouldn't feel off on a gemologist appraising someone's antique jewelry, optic narrowed in serious consideration as he pokes your left boob.

"I don't see the appeal." Whirl taps a claw on his own impressive chest. "My bazongas are bigger."

"Yeah, but can yours bounce?"

"Touché, Fleshlight." Whirl hums, optic following your chest's jiggling motions as you cup and squeeze the soft flesh. "Touché."

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Ambulon brushes his servos over the uncovered skin. It's soft and warm and strangely like a really supple protoform. The specialized sensors in his digits and palms pick up your biochemistry, and it buzzes pleasantly to his neural-net.

He filters the temperature readings, hydration levels, and other basic information from the passive scans to just concentrate on the sensation of the innate elasticity, how his digits can press into your protoform, and how it contorts and flexes.

You can't manually shut off your nerves, nor can you inwardly self-manipulate how you perceive sensation. Apparently, in your species a dimmed or lacking pain response is attributed to a sensory-perception defect.

Ambulon is curious how you function on the paltry information from the medical books in your bookcase is very limiting. Theory doesn't always match to application. In general, organics are messy and squishy and so full of so many liquids, but he had traced over the skeleton and muscle tissue within the diagrams, and can't help the heretical thoughts of the familiarity of the structures.

You can't show him the innards of your frame under your guidance; self-surgery is a wonderment to humans but it's common amongst Cybertronian medics. At least well-trained ones or the very experienced ones that survived their ventures.

(Pharma was many, many things, but he had ensured that his staff was well-equipped and well-trained under his perfectionist ways. Even the ex-Decepticon.

Ambulon, to this day, can't tell what was real or falsified by the surgeon. How much was simmering beneath his old CMO...)

He chases away the thought by exploring other areas. Humans are just softer than Cybertronians by design. Some parts are more so than others as he traces your abdomen and your chest area, thumbing over a teat.

"Does your species have something like this?" You ask, voice hitches.

"Yes."

"Oh?"

"Under the old regime," his voice takes on a teaching cadence, "supplementary refineries were deemed obsolete and phased out. Very few frames, think of older schematics off Cybertron or cohorts too far away from public refineries and production, were... allowed to keep such things." Ambulon remembers one of his old gestaltmates, his refineries kept them alive in the combiner process. "It helps refine lower-grades of Energon, even near-usable ones, to something consumable."

Based on the emotion on your face, you're interested in the strange similarities as well.

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Swerve's vents sputter as he coughs out a weak cheer and is overwhelmed by Tailgate's complete enthusiasm. Getaway also claps, but Swerve could feel the heat from the mech's plating, despite how unruffled the escapologist appeared.

You twirl around as Swerve sends a quick prayer to the Guiding Hand at the expanse of your back and your bare legs as the fabric floats and takes its sweet time to settle back down.

Tailgate immediately makes a beeline to fuss over the dress and attaches the rest of the accessories.

"You're okay if I adjust the front?" Tailgate asks.

"Go for it, short stack." You admire the glinting gems and subtle, beautiful swirls in the mirror.

And without any sense of shame or embarrassment, Tailgate does it. The minibot pulls it and you up. Swerve takes a large gulp of the complementary cocktail when it turns skin-tight, pressing into your flesh.

"Short stack," you wheeze and your chest heaves. "You're squeezing me here."

Getaway crosses his arms, fingers digging into his plates. He isn't as nonchalant as he tries to be.

"Give me a moment." Tailgate clips on the thin, glossy strands of jewelry over all your body. "I have to get this on before I fix it completely."

When the mech finishes, you look far more stunning and Swerve's vocalizer simply clicks, so he makes it up by whistling and clapping. It isn't missed that Tailgate is used to casual touch as he gives an arm to help you down the podium. Plus, the mech has quite an eye for 'off-world' fashion.

One of the attendants admires Tailgate's handiwork, clicking at a rapid pace as feathers ruffle and soothe, and Swerve hopes that the rest of the team is almost done with whatever they're doing.

"What do you guys think?" You ask, calm with even talons near your face, painting your lips and applying geometric patterns down your cheeks and neck. Whatever the attendant had done to your eyes had made them larger, brighter.

You look something out of old folktales from the outer rings of city-states as the metal strands clink pleasantly as you move, the fabric languidly shifts in a strange, fluid way, defying gravity, rippling across your bare skin like a living covering.

"You look good, Y/N," Getaway says, quite casually. "But I think that set there would look even better."

The burnt gold body jewelry in the case behind you is a dead ringer for Getaway's faceplate. The escapologist gives no other reaction to the flat fields and stares from Swerve and Tailgate, just a happy curve of brightened optics.

#ask #transformers idw #transformers #idw #mtmte #reader insert #whirl #ambulon #tailgate #swerve #getaway #maccadam #my writing #cybertronian culture #cybertronian biology #tf headcanons #guys functionist society was really fucking shitty #implied body modification #the ghost of the golden age still haunts cybertron

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