#lost light imagine

[loveofbots]

Okay so I've gotten really into crochet recently. So, what about a (gn) reader with Rung. Reader makes Rung a crochet plush of the Lost Light to add to his lovely figure collection.

HI SWERVIE (I got ur other ask too btw)

You genius, you incredible human being- I like to knit and your pairing with Rung is so smart fr. I made Reader a human bc it wasn’t specified which

Rung had always encouraged hobbies. They kept the brain busy and honestly kept him sane. It could be anything from a sport to reading to doing a craft. That all being said, Rung assumed you had one. You never told him you did, but humans are creatures of habit. The mech had no idea that you had recently picked up a new hobby. One that you spent hours researching and practicing. And one that was so DAMN hard to do in space. Seriously, not a single craft store in this whole galaxy? You had been lucky to find the yarn needed for the project. 

A smile curled on your lips as you began making the final stitches. You were close to Rung, close enough for him to show you his proud arc model collection. The ships were big compared to you, maybe an arm’s length at the smallest. It made for an excellent activity! And the ships had inspired you to fill in the missing piece. In your own creative little way. There was a massive sense of pride that washed over you as you set your creation down. It was so beautiful.

“Hello Y/N! Good to see you again.” The calming voice of your favorite Cybertronian friend reached your ears as soon as you opened the door to his office. Today was his off day, but he was still milling about with work. You beamed up at him, holding out a big, plain lookin bag. His antenna perked up. “Oh! What’s this?”

“A present for you! It’s kind of a combination of our hobbies.” Rung lifted you very carefully, like he always did, but there was a sense of excitement to it. You set the bag down and he set you on his desk. “Go on, open it.” You urged.

He smiled bashfully. “I really do thank you for the gift, although it’s not necessary I-” You could tell he was just embarrassed, not trying to refuse any more gifts you may send his way. However the mech seemed choked up when he reached into the bag and pulled out...

The Lost Light plush.

It fit neatly in his palm. It was so detailed... and soft. Just like you. His awe was obvious and you blushed a little at Rung’s sheer amazement for your skill. 

“I thought you would like to add it to your collection?” You gently folded your hands while sitting in his arms. Rung snapped out of the little stupor your gift put him in and smiled widely.

“Of course I will!” The mech puts the plush down in favour of holding you. “It’s amazing, I will absolutely add your present to my collection.” Rung gently pats your head his soft gaze warming as his optics meet yours. There was an unspoken connection between you two, an appreciation of the other’s talent. Knowing that despite your differences both human and cybertronian alike were friends. “Now, since you’re here, may I offer you some tea or coffee?”

You return a bright smile and nod. “Perhaps we can work on a new model as well?” Rung chuckles.

“Of course!”

#requests #asks #mtmte #rung #x reader #idw #maccadam #maccadams #knitting #crochet #lost light #lost light imagine #ficlet #jsbsysvsg #this took far too long

[my-writings-and-musings]

Older liasion anon here! I'm not surprised to hear you haven't gotten any with older readers, but I'll be sure to think of ideas and send them your way when I do! In the mean time, what ideas do YOU have for older liaisons?

I can't wait, anon! In the meantime...

Older liaisons bonding with bots by telling them about their kids and family back home, showing pictures and telling stories, talking about how much they miss them etc. The bots would of course get very attached by proxy and start showing up in video calls just to meet the famed family of their beloved liaison. When a trip to earth is eventually scheduled, they absolutely HAVE to all meet.

Older liaisons being naturally protective of all the bots they "adopt" or assume any kind of parental role to. This would be most bots, because they're all in desperate need of loving moms and dads.

Older liaisons bonding with older bots. Even if a human life is a fraction of a bots life, "these darn kids" is a universal language. They'll sit together at Swerve's and complain about all the things that have started to hurt with age, and how everyone is always playing their music too loud. Not literally, but that's the energy of the table.

Older liaisons having to deal with the "work" component of the liaison program, filling out paperwork and the like, and getting all kinds of help from well meaning bots. Some of them are very good at it, like Ultra Magnus, others just........... try their best. Rodimus can't write that small so he gives up, Swerve can't make sense of human paperwork even if he understands our media just fine, and Whirl chucks it out the window and says you can thank him later.

Stop me, someone.

#transformers #maccadam #mtmte #more than meets the eye #lost light imagine #lost light imagines #lostlight #idw #tf #ll #human reader #self insert #liaisons

[keferon]

Okay haha this is probably the laziest comic I ever did, BUT JUST CONSIDER

The quintessons arc from Cyberverse. But mixed with idw comic canon. Instead of Brainstorm/Perceptor or Deadend&Perceptor we can have all three of them & whatever stupid nonsense they can create

Don’t really know if I want to continue this thing. Eh. We’ll see

#transformers #mtmte #perceptor #lost light #cyberverse #maccadam #brainstorm #dead end #deadceptor #simpatico #the actual worst acronym name for any au imaginable #Are u ready #Transformers kfc au #Isn’t it beautiful #I’m a comedy god

[lazyhomestay]

"You are the living embodiment of the Decepticon ideal and are merely a step away from completely embracing it."

#more of wip ig :( #Megatron quotes #throws idea out there so I don't think about it and can get on with work #but now I'm imagining how great it'll be to have Starscream in the Functionist Universe and wishing there are more fics about it #knock 'em out like AVL this is how you deal with flashlight heads #happy holidays #starscream #idw transformers #idw lost light #maccadam

[wifetomegatron]

Imagine a liaison aboard the lost light who calls people 'love' and 'dear' in a very soft, delicate tone.

based on this post because this is just too tempting to not write about, we must sound like debutants making their first appearance in fashionable society speaking in skittish whispers and sighs all the time when in reality organics speak in different octaves and wavelengths. definitely self indulgent cause me and my friends do this.

Imagine a liaison aboard the lost light who calls people 'love' and 'dear' in a very soft, delicate tone. In a ship full of battle-weary, pessimistic, cybertronians desensitized to almost everything, that single drop of warmth coming from a human whose touches feel like silk — feather light and alien, would be enough to make them putty in your presence.

The last time Brainstorm received a — " How clever, Brainstorm, thank you for your help." He had nearly popped a circuit trying to come up with a reply, stunned silent for what Perceptor claimed was the first time he was without one of his usual snarky remarks. Then it was Swerve, who wouldn't shut up about how you had called him 'darling' — Skids was adamant to prove to him that it was just how you spoke to people, even if the theoretician himself had his chest puffed out from being called 'dear'.

Then there was the time that you had scolded Whirl for nearly stepping on you, voice still painfully tender in comparison to the mechanical lilt of metal vocalizers —" Ooop! Careful there, handsome!" You had jumped, swerving just in time before his pedes crushed you. And the watchmaker froze, with a single optic pinning you in place. Then Drift had to chase him down several hallways, yelling that he wasn't allowed to just pick you up and run off.

An intervention was needed when a group of mechs were sent down a Decepticon outpost and returned with injuries. Apparently, everyone wanted to be pat on the arm and have you crooned — " Oh, you poor, brave thing" to them. With your brows knitted in worry, lips pout and slightly parted as they tell you all the heroic things they did. ( Ultra Magnus wasn't too impressed when said intervention from Rodimus was just a plot for him to cut the line and show you his battle scars. Someone in the back of the line had yelled that he wasn't even scratched. Judging from the infighting brewing, it was most likely Whirl.)

#transformers #maccadams #transformers x reader #transformers x you #whirl #whirl transformers #transformers idw #tf mtmte #mtmte #transformers mtmte #idw mtmte #mtmte x reader #mtmte imagine #lost light #idw transformers #transformers lost light #tf headcanons #tf imagines #tf idw #transformers headcanons #transformers hc #tf hc #lost light x reader #lost light au #rodimus #perceptor #brainstorm #skids #imagine #transformers imagine

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

Vaggie: So.

*casually takes the jacket off Charlie and wraps it around her own waist*

Vaggie: Can you dance?

Charlie: Oh I dance pretty girl- pr-pretty gay. Pretty good! Good! Dance good, pretty good girl- I DANCE PRETTY GOOD!!!

#hazbin hotel #vaggie #charlie morningstar #chaggie #incorrect quote #quote more or less from: Atlantis the Lost Empire #i cannot stop imagining vaggie with charlie's jacket in some way #it's a curse #i'll never be free... #Vaggie: “Charlie you're- kinda setting the floor on fire babe” #Charlie in demon mode stamping out the flames with her hooves and dying internally: #“Yeah I sure can light up a dance floor huh?! Ha ha ha-!”

[inhan---inhan]

#2023's #transformers #mtmte #lost light #idw #transformers ratchet #transformers idw #ratchet #idw ratchet x reader #ratchet x reader #ratchet x you #idw ratchet x you #idw ratchet #transformers imagine #imagine #idw ratchet imagine #ratchet imagine #mtmte ratchet #lost light ratchet

[robotclownindulgence]

#How i imagine old ppl jokes on the lost light to go tbh #mtmte #tf #resi.txt

[13eyond13]

a headcanon I just realized I have is that Light often has a lot of trouble living in the present moment and L often has a lot of trouble NOT living in the present moment. Light is a huge planner and forward thinker and accustomed to grinding through unpleasant current circumstances in order to achieve optimal future results. L is very keen on living for today and whatever is currently tickling his fancy and giving him the most excitement and pleasure and challenge, and prefers not to dwell heavily on the future nor the past. And I think that both of them normally feel uncomfortable and resentful if they are forced to do the opposite of what they are normally accustomed to doing.

#this kinda goes along with my headcanon that L experiences some kind of time blindness #he's not good at keeping track of time because he's always getting lost in the sauce with his various interests #/ he doesn't usually have to worry about being on a regular person schedule anyway #Light on the other hand keeps a strictly regimented day with every second planned in advance and accounted for and gets very irritable #If it's not #doesn't usually know what to do with himself if he's just made to sit there and chill #Can't imagine not thinking ahead to the consequences of most choices whereas L finds that something he'll worry about later maybe #And can't imagine being so organized about things and finds it depressing/boring to plan that far ahead #they might bicker about it but also find things to admire and appreciate about each other's different outlooks on this #light yagami #l lawliet #lawlight #headcanon #p

[numbbrainstrorm]

I hate how they made Whirl sane in Cyberverse

Like c'mon Ik it's a kids show but goddammit :c at least make him a bit crazy

Idw Whirl would NEVER be that sane

Whirl would Murder everyone and everything

If you can make perceptor smart make Whirl at least crazy

Like this is Whirl

VIOLENT

He would take out quintessons himself

#transformers #maccadam #mtmte #lost light #transformers idw #whirl #mtmte whirl #Cyberverse whirl #WHYY #Hhee art block sucks #Cyber Whirl Tripped can't imagine running in THOSE things

[space-payacho]

wrote something extremely short based on my old post

reader uses she/her pronouns. reblogs and feedback appreciated!

It started on the first day. Rumors going around on this new “liason” for the lost light. Human to be exact. Mixed reactions. Some excited. Some curious. Others found it a hassle, cause why a human right? 

Up until the day she stepped in. only those like the captain, co captain and ultra magnus personally were introduced to her. 

Rodimus took a liking to her right away. He dint know why. Maybe because he was excited to have a human on board. Maybe because she dint seem to disrespect him and look at him as a slacker. 

Quite the opposite to him it looked like she seemed interested to meet him right?

Ultra magnus liked her. He’s seen her resume. Organized and no issues whatsoever. Someone he can rely on when it comes to reports turned in correctly and on time. Plus she had manners. 

Megatron…he picked up something else but he couldn't tell what it exactly. Sure he had the same opinion as Magnus. Yet looking at her..looking at those particular eyes..of all the times he’s taken a look at humans back in his warlord days, he’s never seen eyes like that. 

#mtmte x reader #maccadam #lost light x reader #transformers imagine #transformers x reader #might delete this tomorrow lmao #payacho fanfic #Makima!Reader #transformers imagines

[heart-of-a-rebel16]

we all talk about how cool it is that Kallus is part of a Lasat prophecy (because it obviously is), but I feel that no one talks about the objectively hilarious fact that Hondo is also part of that prophecy

#I mean #imagine the Ashla Bendu and Bogan just chilling out as gods do #Ashla: oh yeah for the child I’ve picked a man whose lost his faith because he feels so guilty for his perceived failure #lira san will ease his heart and take some of his burden #For the warrior I’ve chosen a broken man who only wanted to protect and who’s terrified of his mounting failures #Lira san will help bring him to the light so he can see the error of his ways and foster a true family to protect #The bogan (high as fuck): yeah and the fool will be this random washed up pirate who refuses to die. He doesn’t even know what Lira san in #AND THEN THEY JUST ROLL WITH IT? #Y’all just KNOW hondos trying to find a way to monetize this #star wars rebels #swr #sw rebels #star wars #agent kallus #alexsandr kallus #zeb orrelios #garazeb orrelios #hondo ohnaka #Lasat theology

[my-writings-and-musings]

Can I ask for a human liason who normally isn't confident about their singing lulling a bot (Whirl, Rung, Megatron, First Aid) to sleep when they couldn't? All platonic and bonus if they can play a kalimba (The instrument sounds like music boxes)

Awwww this is precious, I ship the bots on the Lost Light x A Good Nights Sleep.

Whirl

He's pretty accustomed to sleeplessness, even if it leaves him miserable and irritable the day after, he considers it a part of his life that can't be changed. As such, he's more than a little dismissive when you suggest some music. That isn't to say he doesn't appreciate the effort, he just doesn't think it will work. Still, he shows up on time and tells you teasingly to give it your all.

His shock is only hidden by his overburdening exhaustion, which takes hold as soon as you play your first notes. The big gangly mech curls up like a giraffe at your side, closing his optic and going out like a light after only a few verses. Having your tiny self singing and playing so sweetly proved to be just what he didn't know he needed.

Rung

He doesn't need to stay up late working as he's quite caught up, but it's all he can think to do with himself when he can't sleep. Feelings of loneliness keep him up for hours, so your sudden arrival and offer of company with music absolutely delights him. He initially plans on staying awake and listening to every chord.

It's only when you start to play that it hits him, and even then he does everything in his power to stay awake, forcing his optics open as he watches you hit every note... When he lays his helm down for only a moment, you rest your hand on his and keep playing, well aware that he needs rest and company. Even as he recharges, he can feel your presence at his side, bringing him peace like he's never known.

Megatron

Of course he doesn't sleep well, but he just considers that a fair exchange, or at least a fitting bit of karma. It's hard to recharge when you see everything you've done wrong every time you open your optics... Still, your offer is too kind to pass up, even if he's certain it won't work. Your efforts alone are very flattering, and he gladly lays down on his berth to listen.

At first, he does everything he can to fight sleep, your beautiful voice tempting him with rest he's certain he doesn't deserve. That combined with the gentle notes lulls him to a sense of peace not even he has the strength to fight. Your hand carefully caressing his forehelm is the last sensation he has before drifting off into the first restful sleep he's had for as long as he can recall...

#transformers #tf #mtmte #more than meets the eye #lost light imagine #lostlight #lost light imagines #idw #ll #human reader #self insert #maccadam #whirl #rung #megatron

[yes-i-write-fanfiction]

Recalled how you have posts related to Swerve having a jessica rabbit like conjux and all I can think of is Blurr being gobsmacked when swerve introduces him to his conjux. (Conjux also makes a quiet threat to blurr saying they'd break his legs if they hurt Swerve in anyway)

Bonus points if prior to learning that they are Swerve's conjux, Blurr tries to hit on them but they straight up tell him he's not their type. He asks them, well, what is their type then?

And in walks Swerve, stumbling over his feet, stains on his hands from when he was working, a goofy smile on his face and calling out "sweetie pie!"

Blurr can't believe he lost to that.

#transformers imagine #MTMTE #lost light #swerve #blurr #OC

[captainhysunstuff]

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Part one of their date:  A mid-afternoon lunch with varying levels of awkwardness.

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#drawn by me #my fancomic #Death Note #The Chain #lawlight #Light Yagami #L #tw: food issues #awkward date #please forgive me for inconsistencies in the props #still terrible at drawing objects and food *hangs head in shame* #granted I'm sure people sticking around are here more for the story than the art ehehe... #I've lost the ability to keep these chapters brief #I can't imagine the next one being nearly as long but we'll see #lol L sitting semi-normally (but his feet never touch the ground simultaneously; made sure of that)

[wifetomegatron]

an alchemy of ore & eu de parfum : how i imagine cybertronians react to human perfume (afab!reader) (nsfw!)

most of the lost light crew only knew about it in passing. rumor was that before the war, the wealthy would import organic plants from off-worlds to extract their oils: steam distillation, boiling, maceration. of course, it wasn't very popular when the planet's atmosphere lacked the proper gases. without volatile elements in the air like oxygen, the exotic scents hardly smelled like anything. it didn't stick against their armors the way it clings onto organic skin. so it became a short-lived experiment that barely dented the surface of the planet's long history of achievements. mechs, trying to replicate organic perfume. it sounded ridiculous.

until perceptor caught a whiff of it: phantom light, brushing against his olfactory sensors. he lifted his helm, finally compelled to tear his optics away from the datapad to look at the human liaison. he inhaled experimentally, failing to be discreet. embarrassed, you tell him it's the new bottle of body wash you've tried: a mixture of wild violets and pink hibiscus. do you like it?  he thinks of strange fragile flowers, drifting under the wind. perceptor nearly missed the question, slowly nodding as you leaned closer in worry. it took the mech a lot of self-restraint to not pull you flush against him when the new, alien fragrance hits him square in the chassis like a bullet.

minimus drags his human's wrist across his intake, peppering light kisses along the skin. it was where the sweet, smoky odor was strongest, luring him closer. with you sprawled across his lap: trembling, laughing at the ticklish sensation, minimus couldn't contain the small, helpless groan that escaped him. shamelessly tipping your chin down to press your lips against his. the fragrance of mandarin and jasmine, crowding the space between your bodies.  the scientist hovered above your shoulders, mouthguard grazing the junction where your neck meets your jaw. brainstorm tightened his grip against your wrists, pining it above your head. he wants to melt into you, to drown in the overwhelming scent of amber. tyrax, benzoin; he knows they're just a cluster of chemical reactions coming to life along the curve of your collarbones. bonds breaking and fracturing to release something tangy, saccharine. but you're telling him that bulgarian rose, sandalwood — foreign, outlandish names of floras he'd never heard about before was making you smell celestial ? he was the universe's biggest heathen, but primus, save him. you were wiggling underneath his frame, back flat against the pristine table. he says he wants to run a few experiments, noticing how your pupils respond by widening, skin prickling with excitement. 

he's trying to be gentle, servos encasing your hip to lower you down his spike. megatron watches as you take him, inch by inch. with your back pressed against his chest plate, he could feel the thrum of his spark against the line of your spine as it bows and curves in pleasure. as you spread your legs further to sink further, he rewards you with a kiss — brushing your hair aside to press his intake against the pulse point beneath your ear. and he tastes it, or rather, breathes it in. he didn't need to, but when your sweat mixes itself with the perfume you always wore: bergamot and peony, he inhales and loses himself even more.

the habsuite reeked of sex, and it crowded the air: humid and heavy, whirl's optic nearly offlined at how obscenely wet you were around his spike. already drunk on your pheromones. so when he lifted both your legs higher — up to his shoulders — to fit himself up to the hilt, whirl didn't expect to catch a whiff of your perfume around your ankles. you whined, a high-pitched, desperate sound, when he stopped thrusting to press his enstril against your achilles heel. that was enough for him to snap. he hoisted you up into a mating press, driving into you with a new kind of vigor. 'you did this on purpose', he emphasized by roughly grabbing your ass to push further into your already trembling cunt. causing you to moan into the dark. 'you knew we'd end up here. like this. filthy, little —'

sicilian mandarin and citrus musk. you made a mental note to yourself to wear the combination around your lover more often.

a/n : for @robot-horde because you're brilliant and left a comment on the tags of this post and it just inspired me to make more.

#transformers x reader #transformers x you #first aid #transformers idw #tf mtmte #mtmte #transformers mtmte #idw mtmte #mtmte x reader #mtmte imagines #lost light #idw transformers #transformers lost light #tf headcanons #tf imagines #tf idw #transformers headcanons #transformers hc #tf hc #lost light x reader #lost light au #megatron #whirl #minimus ambus #perceptor #brainstorm #transformers imagine