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tinydefector · 18 hours

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Tfp knockout x gn reader who has sensitive hands. as in, tracing/kissing/rubbing their palm/inner wrist drives them crazy. not only that, but a small massage to them is beneficial, maybe due to reader sometimes having pain there. can be fic or headcanon based

Tender Hands

Knockout x human Reader

This one is a much smaller one but I hope you enjoy.

Word count: 500

Warnings: none

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The Medbay had been rather quiet and knockout had taken it as an opportunity to do small maintenance, and his little assistant had been helping until they dropped tools multiple times, Hands twitching.

Knockout's optics flickered with concern as he noticed the small hiss of pain escaping from the human assistant's lips. He immediately set aside the maintenance task he was working on and approached them, his voice filled with genuine worry.

"Are you alright, my dear?" Knockout asked, his tone softened with genuine concern. He reached out a servo to inspect for any injuries.

The human winced slightly, their hands twitching in discomfort. "I'm okay, Knockout, just a little clumsy today," they replied, their voice tinted with a mix of frustration and embarrassment. Knockout's optics narrowed as he studied their hands, searching for any signs of injury. "Let me take a look," he insisted gently, his voice soothing. He delicately took hold of their hand, examining it carefully.

To his relief, there were no visible injuries or damage. It seemed to be a case of momentary discomfort rather than anything serious. "Well, I'm relieved to see that there's no damage," Knockout remarked, his tone filled with genuine relief. "But please, be more careful. We wouldn't want any unnecessary accidents."

Their hands twitch lightly as he looks them over he can see them biting their lip in what he can only assume is pain. They sigh lightly as he presses gently into the pressure points. "Let's have a look," Knockout suggested, his voice gentle yet authoritative. "I can see that you're in pain. Allow me to provide some relief."

He carefully took hold of their much smaller hands into his servos. worked slowly, massaging the skin gently, his optics filled with genuine care. "Take deep breaths and try to relax," he advised, his voice soothing. "I'll do my best to alleviate the pain."

taking deep breaths as they allowed themselves to relax under Knockout's touch. Gradually, they could feel the tension easing, the pain subsiding with each carefully applied pressure point. “Sorry about dropping things, hands play up badly think I might have arthritis In them but haven't been able to find out yet” they state softly.

He hums in acknowledgement, “human bones are rather fickle things aren't they” he teases. Knockout continued his ministrations, his attention fully focused on them. After a few moments, he released their hands, stepping back to observe their reaction. "How are you feeling now?" he inquired.

The human assistant blinked, their expression shifting from discomfort to relief. They flexed their hands, a grateful smile forming on their lips. "Much better, Knockout. Thank you," they replied, their voice filled with gratitude.

Knockout nodded, pleased with the positive outcome. "You're welcome, my dear. It's all part of my duty as a doctor," he responded. He slowly lifts them up. “I think that's enough work for you today darling, let me know if your hands start playing up more, I'll have a look into it to see if I can find something to help with the pains and sensitivity,” he hums while slowly placing them down near the couch set up on the desk.

Knockout slowly raises their hands up to his lips, pressing gentle kisses across their knuckles. "Now I have more work to do my deer, they not to chase too much trouble," he teases, slowly letting go of their hands.

#transformers #transformers x reader #transformers x human #transformers prime #knockout x reader #tfp knockout #tfp knock out #transformers knockout #knockout #knockout transformers

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tinydefector · 19 hours

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Gosh I'm so gay for holomatter avatar of Cyclonus like you can smack with those tits

So may I please request a smut with holomatter cyclonus with gn reader

Pretty women

Cyclonus x Human

Word count: 2-3K (didn't count XD)

Warnings: Smut, holoform, titplay, fingering, slight breeding kink.

Gods holomatter Cyclonus is so fine. Just GOD FUCKIN DAMN!! May have gotten a little to into writing this. But like if anyone draws Cyclonus in a corset I will drool. Cause I can tell you there will be more with Cyclonus holomatter form cause damn he be fine.

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their eyes linger on Cyclonus from across their hab suite. It felt strange watching him, well, not technically him his Holomatter avatar. It was gorgeous, almost Victorian woman like and he was wearing a corset, studying the holoform in a mirror. His hair shimmers in the light, dark purple curls that they wish to run their fingers through the locks but didn't want to mess up the curls either.

"Cy, I've gotta know what made you pick this as your holoform?, She's... you look really pretty. " They state while continuing to watch him as he over looks his form. Cyclonus glanced up from the mirror, his violet eyes narrowing slightly as he registered their presence.

"I did not choose this holoform," Cyclonus replied, his voice calm and measured. "It was assigned, holomatter works in rather strange ways. And as for your comment... thank you, I suppose. However, I have no interest in the aesthetics of a holoform. It is merely a means to blend in with organic when we visit other planets." He paused for a moment, studying the individual's face. "Is there something specific you wished to discuss, or did you simply feel the need to comment on my appearance?"

Their eyes continue to linger on Cyclonus in the holoform. Their hands slowly brushed his hair to the side. The purple locks feel almost real. "Can I touch?" They ask softly. Cyclonus' optics narrowed further as their hand reached out to touch his holoform's hair. His initial instinct was to pull away, to reject such intimacy. But the softness in their voice. He hesitated for a moment, his gaze fixed on their hand, before finally nodding. "Yes, you may," he replied, his voice softer than usual.

As their fingers brushed against his hair, he couldn't help but feel a strange sensation, almost akin to a shiver, travel through his spark. It was an unfamiliar feeling, one that he couldn't quite comprehend. But he allowed them to continue, their touch gentle and affectionate. Leaning into the touch as their hands cup his face, tracing his eyebrows and nose.

"I must admit," Cyclonus spoke up quietly, his optics now focused on their face. "This holoform... it allows me to experience things that I never thought I would. it feels... different, yet strangely intimate." He reached out, placing his hand on top of theirs, a subtle gesture of connection. Though still reserved, there was a hint of warmth in his optics as he met their gaze.

They lean in and pull Cyclonus into a kiss. Hands gripping his hips. Purple lips smears between the two of them. Their chest is flush agaisnt Cyclonus breast. "Fuck, you look stunning, like I know your handsome in general but your really pretty in this form" they hum agaisnt his lips.

Cyclonus' optics widened in surprise as they pulled him into the kiss, their hands firmly gripping his hips. His initial instinct was to pull away, to maintain some semblance of control over the situation. But the intensity of their kiss, the way their lips moved against his own, ignited a flicker of desire within him. his own hands, finding their way to their waist, holding them close. The taste of their lips, the warmth of their body pressed against his, it was a sensation unlike any he had experienced before.

When their lips finally parted, Cyclonus' eyes were dark with a mixture of desire and uncertainty. He leaned in, capturing their lips in another heated kiss, allowing himself to enjoy the feeling, to experience the intimacy in such a different form.

"Cy.." They whine softly, hands slowly trailing up the corset he wore, hands kneading his breast as they kiss him again. "Can I play with your tits please?" They ask. Pressing their face into his shoulder and peppering small kisses across his skin.

Cyclonus felt a surge of heat rush through his systems as their hands trailed up his corset and kneaded his breast. The sensations were foreign, yet undeniably pleasurable, strange with how soft it made him feel in that moment. "Yes," Cyclonus replied, his voice laced with a mix of desire and vulnerability. "You may... play with them."

He tilted his head back slightly, giving them better access to his shoulder, as their small kisses sent shivers down his spine. The touch of their lips against his skin, combined with their hands exploring his form, it had him melting in their hands like putty.

Cyclonus grabs them, slowly leading them backwards before pushing them down onto their bed. A gasp leaves them as they scurring up to rest on their elbows as Cyclonus sits himself in their lap. A large grin falls across their face as they look up at him hands moving to grip his hips.

He watched them with a hunger in his optics, a hunger that matched their own eagerness. feeling the warmth of their body beneath him. Their hands gripping his hips sent a jolt of pleasure through his frame, and he leaned forward, his own hands finding purchase on either side of their head as he hovered over them.

The grin only served to fuel his desire further, and he allowed himself a small smirk in response. As their hand moved to untie the corset, he held their gaze, the air heavy with anticipation. The slow untying of the corset seemed to stretch out time, heightening the tension between them. "Pest," he mutters softly.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against their ear as he whispered, his voice low and husky. "You're very soft, its nice having you under me," he murmured, his breath warm against their skin. "And I find that... exhilarating."

He claimed their lips in a searing kiss, his hands roaming their body with a newfound urgency. The corset fell away, forgotten, Their lips moved against his as they discarded the corset. Hands are coming up to cup and squeeze Cyclonus breast. Teasing the nipples while pressing them together. "God, they are so soft. You look like a Goddess on a throne, " they utter breathlessly.

Cyclonus' systems buzzed with pleasure as their hands cupped and squeezed his breasts, teasing his nipples. His head tilted back slightly, a low moan escaping his vocalizer. "You have a way with words, little silver tongue teases," Cyclonus murmured, his voice filled with a mix of desire and appreciation.

Thier lips work down Cyclonus' shoulder, nipping and sucking on the soft skin before finally taking more of his nipples in Their mouth. Sucking and pulling on it while they continue to squeeze and leave finger marks in the soft flesh of the other.

Cyclonus' breath hitched as they worked their lips against his chest, back arched, a low moan escaping him once again. The exquisite blend of pleasure and pain coursed through his circuits, driving him closer to a precipice of desire. "That feels good," he mumbles out, eyes closing as he slowly grinds down against their thighs.

They continued squeezing and leaving finger marks on his other breast, slapping them and pushing them together as they pressed their face into his cleavage, humming contently, the flames of arousal rising within him. He threaded his fingers through their hair, his grip gentle yet firm, encouraging their actions, guiding them where he wants their lips.

Cyclonus moans loudly, They leave a bite mark on the underside of his breasts, blowing cold air across the abused flesh before moving onto the next one. Fingers dancing across the perky nipple. Their other hand gripping Cyclonus' thigh. "Mmm could spend hours doing this, best tits on ship," they mumble again the warm flesh.

Cyclonus's frame tensed as they left a bite mark on the underside, the mix of pain and pleasure sending a surge of electricity through his circuits. Their fingers danced across his perky nipple, He couldn't help but let out a low growl, his optics flickering with a mix of pleasure and a hint of amusement at their words. "Flattery will get you everywhere, sweetspark" he replied, his voice laced with desire.

They moan loudly as Cyclonus presses his chest into their face. Their fervour matched his own growing desire, and Cyclonus let out a low growl of pleasure as they left bite marks, hickies, and bruises on his sensitive skin. The mix of pain and pleasure intensified the sensations coursing through his frame, driving him closer to the edge of pleasure.

He couldn't help but arch into their touch, his body responding eagerly. "What equipment do you have on this pretty form, valve, spike, both?" They ask before once again nipping down on Cyclonus' nipple and suckling hard.

Cyclonus' frame trembled as they asked about the equipment he possessed in his current form. "I have both," he replied, his voice husky with desire. "A valve and a spike." As they suckled hard on his nipple, Cyclonus' back arched, moans escaping his vocalizer. The sensation of their lips and tongue working over his sensitive flesh sent waves of pleasure radiating through his circuits.

He threaded his fingers through their hair, his grip gentle yet firm, encouraging their actions. Their hand works under Cyclonus skirt, eagerly running fingers along his shaft before teasing his clit and pressing fingers into him, curling and thusting. "Mmm so pretty, look even more divine as a carrier, bet this form would plump up so nicely," they coo while suckling. Leaving Cyclonus' nipples sensitive and tender. "Might have to get Tailgate to spark you up for me, get you nice, and plump with a baby," they tease.

Cyclonus' optics widened as their finger thrusting into him caused a gasp of pleasure to escape his vocalizer. He moaned, his back arching as they suckled on his tender and sensitive nipples rotating between them, the sensations intertwining with the pleasure their fingers continued to elicit from him.

Thier fingers drive Cyclonus into overload before they catch his lips in a deep kiss letting him right out the orgasm on their hand. Cyclonus's body trembled with an overwhelming surge of pleasure. His vocalizer released a series of unrestrained moans and gasps as the intensity of the sensations consumed him.

In that moment, his world narrowed down to just the two of them. As the pleasure subsided and his body slowly calmed, he found himself gazing into their their, a mix of gratitude and desire flickering within his own. He reached out, his hand gently cupping their cheek, as a soft smile touched his lips.

"Primus preserve me," he whispered, his voice shaky. They smiled up at him as they pressed their face against his chest. kissing his soft and tender skin skin. "Can we do that again at some point?" They ask with a lopsided smile. Cyclonus' optics softened as they pressed their face against his chest, leaving small kisses on his skin. Their lopsided smile warmed his spark, and he couldn't help but return the affectionate gesture.

"Of course," he replied, his voice filled with a mix of affection and desire. "I would be more than willing to interface in this form again," He brought his hand to gently stroke their cheek, his touch filled with tenderness. "Both you and Tailgate are pesky scraplets," he added.

"Awww don't act like that Cy, you'd look so pretty as a carrier, this form would totally be a milf bod" they tease back, leaning up to kiss him again.

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tinydefector · 21 hours

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tinydefector · 3 days

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Why do kf Shockwave and Cyclonus have autopsy(?) scars 👀?

GREAT question, im so glad people noticed!!

to make a long story short, shockwave and cyclonus are both very different forms of undead.

to become both of these forms undead, one's soul has to be captured in a phylactery and stitched back into the body's chest, and such a thing has to be made way for... via.... yknow. organ removal.

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tinydefector · 3 days

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Laboratory Logs 2

Shockwave x Human

Warnings: human experiment, past torture, human trafficking

A smirk forms on Proteus faceplate as he catches Shockwave right after the meeting. The Senators tended to keep to themselves outside of council get togethers, debates, and Hearings. Shockwave had made quite the ordeal to keep senate business separate from his life outside of the Academy.

Proteus knew that, but he knew how to play his hand and rile up other mechs without overstepping or out of line as a senator. He was closely followed by Sentinel as an ever-present 'guardian'.

"Senator Shockwave, I have a gift for you," he purred. It made Shockwave's plating crawl as his opposition runs a servo across his arm. Sentinel holds a large size box, obviously mean for show to showcase this 'gift' he was giving to Shockwave.

Shockwave raises an optic ridge, his aqua gaze fixed upon Proteus with an air of calculated curiosity and Caution. "A gift, you say, Senator Proteus? Pray, enlighten me as to the nature of such a gift?." He gestures for Proteus to explain.

Proteus dumps the box in Shockwave's servos before he is walking off with Sentinel Prime. "Just a gift, though i do hope you enjoy it, I saw it and thought this reminds me of Shockwave, " he calls out before disappearing, Sentinel along side him.

It makes Shockwave vent heavily. This could have been a trap, a bomb. So many thoughts run through his prossesor as he looks at the black box he had been given, so much had happened in the recent cycles so many other council mechs and senators had been dancing on crystal shards around each other, waiting to see who the next tatical assassination would be.

Shockwave's optics narrow slightly as Proteus departs, leaving him alone with the mysterious black box. He carefully examines the object, running multiple analytical algorithms to assess its potential threat level. His logical circuits calculate the probability of it being a trap, but he remains unfazed, and he doubts Proteus would be stupid enough to put a bomb or rust virus in Shockwave's hands infront of Crystal cities Parliament.

With another heavy vent he continues his way back to Jhiaxian Academy of Advanced Technology, taking his time to walk as he continues analyzing the box, his scans couldn't detect anything but he would prefer that it only effected him if it was indeed dangerous. It took he a while to finally make it back to the Academy. He greeted others before making his way towards the laboratory.

Once satisfied with his analysis, Shockwave proceeds with caution. Setting the box down in front of his equipment, slowly activating it, gently prying open the lid, revealing the contents within. His optics flicker with momentary interest, bafflement, and sheer unbridled anger.

Two small eyes look back at him as the lid is removed. There was a human in the box, they were curled up in the box and now that they see the large bot, they scurry out of the box, taking off in panic across the desk, shrieking and crying. Proteus had 'gifted' him a living being. It was a mockery of everything Shockwave stood for. This was a purposeful attack to his character, Shockwave is mortified over the situation.

His optics widen in surprise, His initial shock is quickly replaced by a surge of worry. He swiftly moves to intercept the human before they could cause any harm to themself, his servo-grips extending gently to prevent them from falling off the table.

"Peace, peace small one," Shockwave's voice resonates with calm reassurance, despite how frantic he was in that moment. "Settle, settle. I mean you no harm." He carefully cradles the human in his large servos, ensuring their safety and comfort. "I apologize for this unsettling situation. I didn't mean to frighten you. You gave me quite the fright in return"

Shockwave's processors work quickly, devising a plan to address the matter. He was going to kill Proteus and ensure his helm was on a pike. His primary concern now was making sure they weren't hurt. "Please, do not be afraid," he speaks softly, his voice lowering to a soothing tone."

They flinch in his palm, still trying to curl up as much as possible. Small squeals and chirpping noises leave the small organic. He quickly recalibrates his approach, realizing that his towering presence may be intimidating to the small being.

"What are you?" Shockwave asked softly while examining them, his digits gentle dance over them checking for injuries or damage to their smaller frame. He adjusts his posture, lowering them closer to the table to create a less intimidating environment. They gasp softly as Shockwave moves to sit, flinching lightly under his touch as he gently looks over them. their eyes clench when his thumb gently brushes their face. It makes him wonder what Proteus had done to them. They nearly sob at the gentle touch before leaning into the servo near their head.

Enjoy your Toy- Proteus

pops up on his HUD. Shockwave's usually composed demeanour falters for a brief moment as the message from Proteus invades his HUD. He clenches his free servo, his optics narrowing with a mix of anger and frustration.

"Fragging slagheap," he mutters under his breath, his voice laced with annoyance. "Proteus, you rust slinken Husk," he snarls lowly. Realizing the organic is still in his grasp, Shockwave quickly regains his composure, and his attention solely focused on their well-being. He gently strokes their hair, his touch tender and comforting.

"Please, do not fear," he reassures them, his voice filled with warmth. "Poor thing, let's get you checked out and figure out just what you are." He mumbles softly while slowly picking them up again.

It takes Shockwave a little, setting up a place for them to sleep. He could see how exhausted they are. But he had found one of his old senate drapes left in the laboratory. He does his best finding soft things. He had never felt this put on the spot or unorganised in his pristine lab.

Shockwave carefully arranges the makeshift sleeping area, his attention to detail evident even in this impromptu arrangement. "I apologize for the lack of proper accommodations," Shockwave says softly, his voice filled with genuine remorse. "We will figure something out"

He watches as they settle into the makeshift bed, their exhaustion evident. His optics flicker with concern. "Rest now," he whispers gently, his voice a soothing melody. "You are safe here. I'll look after you.”

The human curls up on the fabric, eyes darting around sheepishly, but sleep eventually claims them.

Shockwave activates his communication systems, reaching out to Orion Pax. He waits patiently, knowing that the law enforcer was rather busy but hoped he would get back to him. After a few moments, Orion's holographic image materializes before him, his expression a mix of concern and curiosity.

"Senator Shockwave, what can I do for you? It's rather late. " Orion's voice carries a sense of authority while still maintaining a warm familiarity.

"Orion," Shockwave begins, his voice steady and composed. "I have found myself in a rather... peculiar situation. Senator Proteus has presented me with a living being as a 'gift,' and it is clear that this act is meant to undermine both my character and the values I uphold. But im rather stumped on what to do"

Orion's optics widen slightly, his brows furrowing with genuine concern. "This is highly irregular, Shockwave. Are you certain of the individual's well-being?"

"I have taken measures to ensure their safety and comfort," Shockwave assures him. "However, I require your assistance in addressing this matter. As a law enforcer, your insight and guidance would prove invaluable. Is there anything that can be done about this? Aren't there protection laws in place over organic species and being trafficked?"

"It depends on the organic species. Not all of them are under protective law, and if Senator Proteus has gifted you one, i believe he has done enough research into it. But i can have someone run biopsy and figure out if they are on the list, but i believe it would be a rather slime chance, Senator. " Orion states, and it nearly makes Shockwave deflate. "They are a species I've ever seen before, they are very self aware, clothed in fabric, have a speech pattern but not one I can find a dialect for, I've tried multiple times already" Shockwave vented a sigh as his optics linger on their resting form.

"Hmm, biopsy and coding check sounds like our best option, Senator," Orion confirms. " Collect some of their framing, and I'll have it sent off, tho I believe you'll also be doing your own research and figure something out. You seem rather fond of anomalies," the enforcer hints.

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Shockwave's optics flickered with a mix of empty earnings as he watched the holographic display playing old logs while also showing the progress over his testing to reviving Tiny.

His calculations showed a promising 73% compatibility, indicating that the integration had a high chance of success. The holographic image of Tiny's small form outlined by the light in the containment tank fueled Shockwave's determination even further. He had to try.

The scientist in Shockwave meticulously analyzed every aspect of the integration process, leaving no detail unchecked. He knew that the slightest miscalculation could have disastrous consequences, and he couldn't afford to make any mistakes, not one that could cost their life.

His lab became a symphony of whirring machinery and glowing screens as he began the painstaking task of aligning the Maximal CNA, Predacon Cybernetics, and Nanites, ensuring they would work together seamlessly. The integration required a delicate balance, as the human body was vastly different from Cybertronian physiology, and any errors could lead to irreversible damage.

As the integration process neared completion, Shockwave couldn't help but feel a mix of anticipation and trepidation. This was uncharted territory, a leap of faith into the unknown. But the potential reward outweighed the risks.

Hours turned into cycles as Shockwave tirelessly worked in his almost silent lab, ensuring every detail was perfect. Finally, as the integration reached its conclusion, the lab fell into a tense silence. Shockwave held his vent as he observed the result. Would this be the breakthrough he had hoped for? Would he be able to bring Tiny back to the waking world.

As Tiny's eyes fluttered open, small gasps left him as mechanical parts wirl to life. In that moment, Shockwave's emotions threatened to overwhelm him, emotions that still felt rather new to him. He had achieved the impossible.

Had Shockwave been any other mech, he would be riddled with guilt. the ethics of what he had done. he crossed a line, tampering with life and nature in such a profound way, yet it was all worth it in the end, scientific, against all logic. And he didn't care his ambition meant nothing in that moment.

As they lay there, faceplate inches apart from his human lovers face, the air thick with tension, This wasn't just the attachment of a scientist to his creation; it was something more profound, he had done the impossible to save the love of a shadow of a mech he once was.

A Gasp leaves Tiny before screams follows, he thrashes around. Panic and adrenaline over taking his body. The young man screams hysteric eyes hazed over. Shockwave's optic widened with alarm by panic and distress. The screams that tore from the young man's lips echo through the laboratory, and Shockwave immediately rushed to his side, his optic analysising everything.

"Detest!"

Shockwave called out, his voice laced with urgency. He tried to hold Tiny still, attempting to soothe and comfort him. But Tiny's thrashing continued, his panic overwhelming. Shockwave's spark ached with the sight of his beloved in such distress, and he desperately searched for a solution, his mind racing through possibilities.

" activate sedative protocols,"

Shockwave commanded, his voice firm. He needed to calm Tiny down before he did more harm to himself or his systems gave out before they could finish full integration. As the sedative took effect, Tiny's movements gradually slowed, his screams quieting until they were mere gasps for air. Shockwave held him close, gently cradling him in his arms, his optic monitoring ever movement.

"logical reaction, i did not anticipate. I haven't cause you harm."

Tiny's hysteric eyes remained hazed over cybertics slowly changing their colour as the nanite coding takes over, his breathing still ragged . Shockwave continued to hold him. Gently, Shockwave brushed a digit against Tiny's cheek, his touch tender.

Tiny's body goes still, eyes focused on the ceiling, He lays there fading in and out of conseseness. It gives Shockwave the time to study and slowly work on Tiny's smaller frame. Fixing small things with the cybernetics. " Help... help" he managed to choke out. "S..sh..o.wa.ve," he chokes out through tears. But Tiny's eyes remained unfocused, his cries of anguish and desperation echoing through the lab.

His eyes focus on the mech working optics onlining before he snarls out. " WHERE IS MY SHOCKWAVE, WHERE IS MY HUSBAND! " he wails, trying to fight off the servos moving against his body.

"I am Shockwave Tiny"

Shockwave states his optic flickering as he does his best to hold the human man down.

"You are injured, I must finish your upgrades, or you will perish"

Shockwave tires his best not to snarl, but he was on a time limit now. With trembling servos, Shockwave continued his work on Tiny's cybernetics, making adjustments and repairs. His movements were careful and precise, his processor working overtime to find a solution to bring back the memories that had been lost.

As he worked, he couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt at the changes that had occurred to his own appearance. The Empurata had altered his physical features, making him unrecognizable to Tiny. But Tiny's wails persisted, his grief and confusion consuming him. It was a painful reminder of the damage that had been done, both physically and emotionally.

"What do you remember?"

He inquiries, Tiny's body shutters and twitches as Shockwave works, each weld has him flinching even under Shockwave's gentle digits. With a heavy sigh, Shockwave continued his work, his optics never leaving Tiny's form. He was determined to find a way to help him.

"Shockwave...? council... I remember the dark room. My hands I can't feel my hands. " they shutter and babble in mixed sentences. Shockwave cups his face, wiping the tears away. as he worked tirelessly.

Tiny lays there panting. Breaking into hot and cold sweats as Shockwave works. The man's mutilated and reconstructed body twitches as Shockwave finally finishes. Tiny's eyes finally focus in on Shockwave before he finally whimpers out. "Shockwave..?"

Shockwave's optics flickered with a mix of relief and trepidation as Tiny's eyes finally focused on him. The recognition in his voice gave Shockwave a glimmer of hope, a spark of reassurance that perhaps their connection had not been completely severed by the Empurata.

"Yes, Tiny,"

Shockwave replied, his voice void of the same flare and charm that Tiny adored. He carefully reached out a hand, gently cradling him, his touch tender and filled with a voided love. The sight of Tiny's mutilated and reconstructed body pained Shockwave. He was responsible for this.

"I've made some adjustments, repaired what I could,"

"I will have to make more adjustments over time. Functions are in order, and so are your vocals. You will need recharge,"

As Tiny's breathing gradually steadied before he started sobbing again, he reached up to try and cup Shockwave's helm. Shockwave remained still as the small metal hands grab him. "Oh God, what did they do to you, babe what did they do to you, they.. they massacred you, " he sobs out while tracing the yellow optic.

Shockwave leans into the touch, and the familiar tendrils of nostalgia take hold as he presses his face into Tiny's hands. With every passing moment, the connection between them grew stronger.

"The Senate did much little Star, broke my body, logically they are no more"

But for now, in this fragile moment of reunion, Shockwave pushed aside the question about his appearance, focusing solely on Tiny's well-being.

"You have been asleep for a long time, my dear, a very long time"

With a gentle touch and a steady presence, Shockwave remained by Tiny's side. Servos helped settle and guild him as he learnt how to function with his new body parts.

"I will explain more once you are fully functional "

"I have missed you all so very much"

Shockwave's voice betays how much, holding him, and hearing him made his spark pulse with need.

#transformers #transformers x reader #transformers x human #transformers idw #transformers lost light #idw shockwave #senator shockwave #tfp shockwave #shockwave transformers #shockwave #mtmte transformers #tf mtmte #mtmte #shockwave mtmte #idw transformers #tf idw #idw mtmte #shockwave idw

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tinydefector · 4 days

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Some more Senator Shockwave, Traxies and Tiny Doodles. Love my little family

#transformers #transformers x reader #transformers x human #transformers idw #transformers lost light #senator shockwave #idw shockwave #shockwave transformers #shockwave #mtmte transformers #tf mtmte #shockwave mtmte #mtmte #mtf trans #transformers mtmte #idw transformers #tf idw #idw mtmte

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TAILGATE MASTERLIST

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hello, can you do, Yandere Cyclonus x Cybertronian reader x Yandere Tailgate, where the three are conjux endura, and Cyclonus and Tailgate try to get the reader pregnant, Kink breeding

Sparking grounds

Cyclonus x Cybertronian reader x Tailgate

Work count: 1.2k

Warnings: smut, hand jobs, breeding kink, possessive partners

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Soft optics linger on both Tailgate and Cyclonus as the Two Bots block the door. "Hello, sweetsparks, what are you both up to?" They ask while subtly while trying to sneak past them. Red optics narrowed dangerously upon their form. Cyclonus growled low as Tailgate paced the threshold of the room, his own optics lingering on their Conjunx.

When they try to make a bolt for the door, Cyclonus is the one to grab them by the waist lifting and spinning them to face Tailgate "Escaping our chambers after repeated warnings was poor judgement, Conjunx." Cyclonus grumbles against the back of their helm. He massagea the cabling and joints between their plating with gentle digits. "You know you shouldn't be up yet," he whispers.

Tailgate chirped in agreement, servos moving to grip their hip plating as he pressed up against them, pinning the bot between the Seeker and Minibot. "We only you at your best, sweetspark! Your well-being is very important. Carrying will tax your frame, so you must rest. " His visor brightened beseechingly above his faceplate.

Both bots' servos greedily press against their carrier chamber, pushing and pulling against the framework of their body, earning small whines from them. Cyclonus loomed over their pliant form, scarlet optics afire. "You will return to berth now," he commanded, field surrounding them. Tailgate twittered anxiously as he massaged their frame. "Please, sweetspark. We can have you straining yourself." His field meshed protectively with Cyclonus."The Decepticon rumbled in approval, brushing kisses upon their supple lip plating as he tilted their helm back to meet him. "We can't have you wandering while we wait for your chamber to take." He purrs against their lips.

They nearly moan out as Tailgate begins grinding against their interface panel. "Boys, as much as I'd love to stay in berth all day, I need to fuel, I also need to stretch, i cant stay in berth all day for days on end" they whine while pressing a soft kiss to Tailgate's helm. They nearly squeal when Cyclonus grabs them. A whine leaves them as Cyclonus nips at their neck cabling. The two mech move to place their Conjunx on the berth. They giggle as the two bots press against their body. A soft moan leaves their lips as Cyclonus and Tailgate lock them between theirs bodies.

Interface panel snapping open for the two mechs leaking a mix of lubricant and a mix of transfluid from all three. Tailgate's digits delve in quickly running over the nodes of their valve and across their leaking spike. They arch into his touch as moans begin to fall from their lips. A deep Rumble leaves Cyclonus, low in approval, he nipped fierce affection upon supple cabling under plating, grinding his own interface panel against their form. His protocols shrieked triumph as they lay in submission between them. Tailgate nuzzling sweet nothings against feverish armour as his digits sink into the dripping heat of their valve.

"There there, no more fretful wandering, sweetspark, let us fill you full again," he soothed, tracing delicate seams in soft promise of another session of breeding. Cyclonus rolled his prominent array flush to pulsing panels, talons holding them steady. "We shall fuel and exercise your frame together, as is proper as your Conjunx's," he vowed, thick cable pressurizing to blunt heat against weeping seals. Tailgate hums in agreement, spike surging thick readiness at the addictive scents of his aroused partners.

Cries leave them as bot mechs press their rigid lengths in. Tailgate kissed away the choked cries as the two thrust in slowly, locking their forms together. He peppers kisses across their form, worshipping every paint speck, dint and scratch across their frame. "Will make such a good carrier for us," he calls out. Deep whines leave them as they both sink into their valve, body clenching tightly around their spikes. Their own spike rubs against Tailgate's tanks with each deep thrust from their lover's. Their head leans back into Cyclonus' shoulder plating.

A shuddering cry spilled from overwhelmed lips from the bot pinned helplessly between Tailgate and Cyclonus' relentless efforts. Cyclonus snarled fierce approval into heaving necklines, increasing merciless tempo, grinding deeply into their valve. His taloned hands massaged rapid nodes of their spike, smeering transfluid across Tailgate's midsection, twisting and tugging against their spike as Tailgate's digits work the nodes of thier valve, dancing across them and playing them like he is the only one who knows how to make them sing.Their twitching spikehead spurts bright pink fluid against clenched abdominal cables in sensual counterpoint swelling rapture beyond bearing. Their valve clenching desperately tried to milk them both for every drop as they rut into them.

"Overload for us, sweet carrier," Cyclonus commanded against kiss-bruised lips, surging rigid pistons to nestle against hidden nodes, their vision fading from pleasure as their visual system shuts down. Tailgate keened agreement, frame cantering needfully into them. "Our carrier, going to swell you with our sparkling, our Conjunx," he moans out against their lipsWhen shattering ecstasy claimed them with sinful sob, the two mech drank in their shuttering form with violent greed, both picking up their pace, slamming into the bot pinned between them. More moans and whines fall from their lips as they arch into their lovers' touch. They cup Tailgate's helm kissing him deeply. They groan loudly as they grind back into Cyclonus. "Primus, please," they whine out loudly as the two mech continue rutting into them. " Cyclonus, Tailgate, please." they cry out, face pressing into Tailgate's shoulder, their overload hits hard.

Transfluid gushes from them as they continue to buck against both seeker and minibot. Cyclonus lets out a snarl as he snaps his hips a few more times before burning himself to the hilt. He eagerly overloads within them, painting their chamber with his release. Tailgate follows quickly, mumbling about how beautiful of a carrier their sweet Conjunx will be. The three bots lay together on the berth, venting heavily as they press closer together. Neither Cyclonus nor Tailgate pull away, keeping their lover plugged and full with their transfluid. "Don't move," Cyclonus growled against their audial processor.

Little whines leave them, but they settle against him as Tailgate peppers kisses across their face. "So good for us, Sweetspark, going to have you sparked soon enough" he coos. "You two aren't planning on letting out of berth, are you?" They whine loudly in playful annoyance. It earns another growl from Cyclonus and a small smack to their backside from Tailgate. "No moving, we have to make sure you're nice and full," he states. They sigh softly but snuggle into their Conjunx's recharge, slowly catching up to them after their third round of interfacing that cycle.

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tinydefector · 4 days

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CHUCKS HIM AT YOU

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Senator Shockwave, Traxies and Tiny

A little Art piece for Labratory Log.

#transformers #transformers x reader #transformers x human #transformers idw #transformers lost light #idw shockwave #shockwave transformers #senator shockwave #shockwave #mtmte transformers #shockwave mtmte #idw transformers #tf idw

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👀👀👀👀👀👀

Hello handsome

Hiya Archie, was wondering what Senator Shockwave looks like in your Knightformers Au. I maybe a simp for the senator.

HES HOT.

or he was. rip to a sexy king.

#transformers #mtmte #knightformers #senator shockwave #shockwave

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Hc that any Cybertronian with a car, truck, or ship alt mode can voluntarily beep or honk in robot mode

And that some of them with really loud ones would sneak up on others from behind and HONK to spook em

Just thinking about what if Ratchet needs to get the attention of the entire room and goes WEEWOOWEEWOOWEEWOO

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labratory Logs

Shockwave x Human

Wanted to share some of my stuff of Shockwave, Tiny and Traxies

Warning: Human experimentation, past mutilation, mention of torture (not from Shockwave)

Tiny watches as the senator continues checking over his equipment. He coos the blue sparkling, resting on his hip, trying to quiet the little one so they don't disturb Shockwave's work.

The young sparkling makes a small collection of noises trying to get Shockwave's attention. The little blue bot wiggles desperately in Tiny's arm, wanting their Sire. “Traxies please he's busy at the moment he will give you cuddles latter baby” Tiny tries to settle the little bot. "Shockwave," he calls out slightly, defeated over how restless the little blue bot was being.

Shockwave, engrossed in his work, is momentarily oblivious to the commotion around him. The sound of his name being called finally registers in his audials, causing him to look up from his datapad. His optics focus on Tiny and the small blue bot in their arms, recognizing the familiar sound of his youngling fussing again.

With a gentle smile, Shockwave sets aside his datapad and reaches out to take the small bot into his own arms. He cradles the sparkling close, making soothing sounds to calm their distress. "There, there, my little one, you're not causing trouble for your father, are you?" he murmurs softly, his voice a low rumble.

Shockwave's optics shifts to Tiny, appreciating their efforts to get his attention. "Sorry sweetspark, i got sidetracked with work again," he says sincerely, his expression warm and grateful. "They didn't wake you, did they?."

Tiny shakes his head. "No, they were just fussing again. They've been restless most of tonight. They wanted you tonight, hahah. " they laugh softly, watching them both with soft eyes, fully content watching his lover and child.

Shockwave then turns his attention back to the sparkling, gently rocking them back and forth. "Now, my little one, what seems to be the matter? What has upset you?" he asks in a soothing tone.

Traxies continues making small clicking and cooing noises once Shockwave finally holds him. Tiny moves closer, and a smile tugs his lips, watching the small bot with Shockwave. "He wanted daddy," they coo softly while making their way over to press against Shockwave.

Shockwave's optics narrows slightly as he hears Tiny's comment, the corners of his mouth quirking up in a soft smile. "Yes, it seems so," Shockwave replies, his voice filled with warmth and affection. He looks down at Traxies, his optic studying the sparkling's features. His servo lightly taps their nasal ridge, which makes the sparkling squeal and giggle.

Feeling Tiny leaning against his side, Shockwave instinctively wraps an arm around him, drawing them borh closer. The contact brings a surge of comfort and contentment, a soothing presence amidst the chaos of what was happening on cybertron. He turns his attention back to Traxies, his tone gentle as he continues to speak. "Recharge little spark, we'll head to berth soon," he whispers softly as Traxies snuggles against him.

As Traxies continues to make small noises, Shockwave hums softly, a low melodic sound that resonates through his chassis, his spark field dancing softly against his little sparks feild He presses a gentle kiss against the top of the sparkling's helm, his love for his family evident in every action and word.

"Getting sappy on me again, Senator?" The young human man teases as he's lifted up by Shockwave's other servo. Tiny presses a soft kiss to Shockwave's lips. "You look good like this," he hums against Shockwave's lips

Shockwave's optics shimmer, a faint hint of amusement flickering across his face as he looks at the young human man in his grasp. He adjusts his servo to hold him securely, acknowledging the playful comment. "Sappiness is a subjective term, Tiny," he replies, his voice holding a trace of amusement. "One could argue that expressing affection and love is simply a natural response to one's Conjunx and small spark."

"You have a way of bringing out the softer side of me," he admits, his voice low and intimate. "And I find myself grateful for it." His arm tightens around Tiny, holding him close as he cherishes that moment, surrounded by their small family.

Tiny chuckles against as he leans over to kiss Traxies helm. "Feels strange being here, 2 years ago you and I couldn't even understand each other, remember how shit scared i was when you opened that box i was in i thought you were going to eat me hahha, you had never seen a human before. now we have a kid, " he hums while leaning back in Shockwave's chassis.

Shockwave's optics narrows slightly as he recalls the events from two years ago. "Indeed, our initial encounter was... unconventional, to say the least," he responds, his voice carrying a hint of reminiscence. "You were an unexpected gift from Proteus, a sinister package designed to test my abilities. And yet to this moment, it was still the best present to gever grace my servos despite how sinister it was meant to be"

He remembers opening that box, uncertain of what he would find inside. The sight of a frightened human, alive and vulnerable, had been a surprise to him. Tiny had tried bolting across the desk only for Shockwave to catch him before he hit the ground. never had he encountered a creature like Tiny before, and the initial confusion and mortification had been mutual from both of them.

"How Time passes," he says, his voice filled with a mix of pride and fondness.

As Tiny leans back into his chassis, Shockwave's servo gently rubs his back in a soothing motion. "And now, here we are, with our precious Traxies," he says, his voice holding a note of tenderness. "I've only ever been this content while working at the academy and telling off the council," he teases, which earns him a slight glare from Tiny

He looks down at Traxies, watching the sparkling falling to sleep with a mixture of affection and curiosity. "Our journey has been unconventional, but I wouldn't trade it for anything"

"Shocks, what's happening with the council I don't mean to sound worried but the assassinations...something isn't right with Proteas and Scentiel, do you know what's going on, im worried one day im going to lose you" They state softly while looking up at the mech, cupping his face plate, the young mans eyes potray a mix of worry, fear and despair.

Shockwave's optics narrows slightly as he listens to Tiny's concerns, his expression becoming more serious. He understands the weight of the situation and the potential dangers that surround them.

"The recent assassinations within the council worry me too, Orion is helping me with trying to put an end to it," he admits. He pauses for a moment, his servo gently stroking Tiny's back in a comforting gesture. "I know you're worried, but without figthing for change, the cycle will just continue,"

"Rest assured, I will do everything in my power to protect our family and ensure a safe future." Shockwave's gaze meets Tiny's, his blue optics filled with determination. "I understand your worries, and I share them," he says, his voice tinged with a mix of vulnerability and determination. "But I will not allow any harm to come to you or our family. Nothing could ever take you away from me. You are my sparkholder, and I will protect you both no matter what."

He leans down, pressing a tender kiss to Tiny's forehead. " My littler shimmering star and Supernova, and I will do whatever it takes to keep you safe," he reassures, his voice filled with unwavering resolve.

"Just please stay safe, I love you, you know that," Tiny sighs into his plating. shockwave's frame tenses slightly at the heartfelt words. He reaches out, gently cupping Tiny's face in his servo, his expression softening. "I know, Tiny," he replies, his voice filled with sincerity.

"And I love you too, more than words can express. From your Galaxy to mine, " His servo moves to caress Tiny's cheek, his touch gentle and comforting. Shockwave leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to Tiny's lips, holding the moment for a lingering second. "We will face whatever challenges come our way together," he says, his voice filled with conviction.

"And I promise to do everything I can to remain by your side, always."He pulls Tiny closer, holding him tightly against his chassis, his embrace conveying a sense of protection and love. In that moment, surrounded by their family, he vows to be the steadfast support that Tiny needs, no matter what lies ahead.

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'Recording ended'

Shockwave's optics flicker as he replays the holographic recording of his past life with Tiny and Traxies.

The Scientist stands there rather quietly, memories of love and loss preserved only on a data log. He had never intended for this to happen, the original shockwave hadn't. He had given his life to protect his lover and sparkling.

Yet in the Empurata room he had watched them torture and mutilate his lover as they pulled him apart, put him back together, the Shadow play was meant to make it so he would kill his own lover, yet it had only made Shockwave Emotionless, logical and driven.

Shockwave's optics dimmed as he replayed the recording of his previous life, reliving the moments shared with his beloved Tiny. The memories brought a mix of longing and pain, reminding him of the happiness they once had, but also the devastating loss that followed.

His focus shifted to the containment unit holding Tiny's preserved form, suspended in the liquid. It was a constant reminder of the Council's cruelty and his inability to save his lover. He had hoped to find a way to sustain Tiny's form, to bring him back, but so far, his efforts had been in vain.

"Labratory Log 21307, Attempt 37, project Lazarus, cybernetic integration and regeneration, subject is of human decent whos has been mutilated by cybertronian technology, other attempts have left subject still in status,"

" itergration with Maximal CNA, Pretacon Cybernetics and Nanites."

"Theory: DNA and CNA combine and Nanites successfully reconstruct Human body and tissue"

"First Cybernetic-Orgainc Intergration"

"Logistics 73% compatible"

'Please, just work, please give him back to me'

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how many more requests are queued? just curious, and also I look forward to your writing :D

At the moment I've got 11 request Queued. I'm kinda sporadic with my writing so they aren't always in order, more so some days I get really good ideas for some and get a piece half wirrten then it sits for a bit before I work more on it.

But I tend to like having request sitting there for when I need ideas to write, I also find it alot of fun writing things for other people. ^^.

Also enjoy so more art of Tiny and Baby Traxies as a treat :3

#transformers #transformers x reader #transformers x human #transformers idw #transformers lost light #transformers prime

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I feel like it's so hard finding anyone who writes for male reader so I am SO happy I've come across your blog. I was wondering if I could ask for a one shot maybe of Rung with a gn!reader who also makes miniature models? I enjoy making miniature dioramas and things and was wondering if you could write for it. Thank you so much!

Star Ships

Rung x Human reader

Word count: 1k

Warnings: none

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The human sits watching Rung as he wanders about his office, the mech mumbles to himself as he types away on a data pad taking notes after his last session with Whirl. His smaller companion had taken the opportunity to surprise him with a cube of energon as they sat drinking their own beverage.

their eyes slowly move from him to take in the small model spaceships that are along the shelves, the last time they had been in here the area was rather bare while now it was filled with small models. "You collect model ships?" They ask while admiring them from afar.

Rung's optics sparkled with a mix of surprise and delight as their gaze wandered over the small model spaceships adorning the shelves of his office. He followed their line of sight, observing the meticulously crafted replicas that he had collected over the years.

"Why, yes," Rung replied, a warm smile gracing his lips. "I do have a fondness for model ships. Each one tells its own story, representing different eras, factions, and adventures." He explains stepping closer to the shelves, his fingers lightly grazing the smooth surface of one of the models. His optics softened with a nostalgic twinkle as he recalled the memories associated with each ship.

"You see, collecting model ships has become a personal hobby of mine," Rung explained, his voice carrying a hint of wistfulness. "Over the millennias it's been my way of keeping pre war things, small glimpses of hope, for so much lost to war." As he spoke, Rung's gaze shifted to one particular model ship, a sleek vessel with elegant lines. It held a special place in his collection, representing a significant chapter of his own life.

"And this one," Rung continued, his voice filled with fondness, "is a replica of the Lost Light, our beloved ship. The model took me quite a while to figure out the design and craft it out, but I have to say it's almost a replica." Rung's smile widened, a touch of playfulness entering his voice.

"I must admit, I've been known to name these models as well," he confessed, his tone laced with gentle amusement. "It adds a personal touch, you see. They become more than just inanimate objects; they become companions, each with their own personality and history." His optics shifted back to the human, a warm curiosity evident in his gaze.

A soft laugh leaves them as they look over the model. "They kinda remind me of some of the dioramas I used to make, haven't made many after leaving earth, kinda hard to get the right things to make them, but the model ships do seem rather fun, I might have to get you to teach me how to do these ships" they state, fingers lightly dancing over the model ship.

Rung's optics widened with genuine interest, his smile grew, a blend of curiosity and anticipation evident on his faceplate. "Dioramas, you say?" Rung replied, his voice tinged with genuine enthusiasm. "How fascinating! I'd love to hear more about them. What kind of scenes did you recreate in your dioramas?"

He leaned closer, his attention fully focused on them. Rung's curiosity was piqued, wondering what stories and landscapes the human had brought to life through their creative endeavours. He had always appreciated the artistry and attention to detail that went into crafting dioramas.

"I liked making scenes from movies, books and occasionally just landscapes" it really depended on what had my interest at the time " they answer before handing the model ship back. They continue looking at the other ships. “ I have a shelf like yours back home, just filled with little dioramas, models and figures” His optics sparkled with a mixture of warmth.

"Creating scenes from movies and books must have allowed you to immerse yourself in those beloved narratives, to recreate the emotions and atmospheres that made them so captivating," Rung mused, his voice tinged with a hint of nostalgia. "Dioramas have a way of preserving those cherished memories, like frozen moments in time that we can revisit whenever we please."

"You know," Rung continued, his voice filled with gentle curiosity, "I find it intriguing how dioramas and model ships can both capture a moment in time, allowing us to explore different worlds and narratives. It's as if we're the architects of our own miniature universes, shaping them to reflect our imagination and experiences."

"Please, do tell me more about your dioramas," Rung encouraged, his voice soft and inviting. "What inspired you to create them?"

“well for me it's mainly the fact that each piece is a different memory, and well it's easier to remember things when you have a visually reminder, some are happy memories others sad but each people has a memory or emotional attachment, even the ones I make for other people” He glanced back at the shelves adorned with model spaceships, contemplating the connection between his own collection and the human's dioramas.

"In a way, our hobbies share a similarity," Rung continued, his tone thoughtful. "Model ships and dioramas both allow us to capture and preserve pieces of our imagination and experiences. They become tangible reminders of the stories that have shaped us, evoking emotions and memories with each glance."

Rung's optics met the human's gaze, a warm smile playing on his lips. “Do you have a favourite piece?” he inquires softly. It takes them a moment to think. “my first ever one would be my favourite, not for the beauty but for the fact the first time ever making something means you at least tired your hand at the craft”

"I can try and make you a diorama at some point if I can get the right stuff " they offer,

Rung's optics widened in surprise. His usual composer faltered for a moment, replaced by a mix of curiosity and intrigue. He leaned forward slightly, his voice laced with genuine interest.

"A diorama made specifically for me?" Rung echoed, a hint of anticipation colouring his words. "That's a thoughtful gesture, and I must say” He paused for a moment, considering the implications of such a gift. While Rung appreciated the sentiment and the effort it would require, he also didn't want to impose on the human's time and resources.

"However," Rung continued, his voice polite yet tinged with a touch of caution, "I wouldn't want you to go to great lengths or expense on my behalf. Acquiring the necessary materials can be quite a task, and I wouldn't want to burden you with that. Your offer is certainly kind, but please don't feel obligated to fulfil it."

“Rung it's a hobby of mine, it's not a burden, it also gives me the opportunity to try and source materials, who knows how long we will be out here with limited things to do” they hum. It makes Rung smile softly. “Very well I'd be honoured than to see your crafts”

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