#transformers
My Wing holoform
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Call him ranch cuz he be dressin
Two new prints
Some dad or whatever
Chaotic bastard roach
Is this allowed???
“What if we kissed in the dojo? HAHA just kidding HAHA…unless ?”
Tried a thing
Bhadie Babes
Dom girl
You’re Holy to Me pt.2
Human AU! MTMTE Tarn
_ woke up to the warmth of sunlight hitting their face. Yawning languidly, they had never felt so comfortable in their life. Since when was their bed this plush? They couldn’t bring themself to care until they attempted to find their phone on their nightstand and were met with an empty table. Not only that, as they opened their eyes they were shocked to find that they weren’t even in their own house.
The room they were in reminded _ of a castle, luxurious and grand. It was practically fit for royalty with its four poster bed cozy lounging area. But when _ sat up to look around, they swayed in their spot. Their body felt weak and their head swam, but with a few more attempts _ managed to stand up only to fall flat on their face. I… why can’t I move?
“Oh dear, are you alright?” _ grasped the gloved hand that reached out to them, but when they saw who came to help them their blood ran cold. A dark purple mask may have concealed his face but _ wasn’t stupid. Even babies knew not to mess with a Decepticon, much less the Decepticon Justice Division.
“You’re going to kill me, aren’t you?” They couldn’t stop their voice from quavering, or their body from trembling, butthat’s only natural when you’re face to face with a murderer. The terrifying man shook his head, still holding his hand for them to grab.
“I am not here to hurt you, _.”
“But that’s what Decepticons do!”
“Now isn’t the time for assumptions about my cause, _. You’re here for a very important reason which I will explain in due time. Might I be able to help you up?” _ accepted, letting Tarn pull them up and assist them in walking to the couch. It’s not like they could refuse the leader of the DJD. He was oddly gentle with them, making sure they didn’t collapse again as they sat down.
“Now I’m sure you were startled to wake up in an unfamiliar room but I can explain why you were brought here.”
“You’re really not going to hurt me?”
“I won’t let anyone harm you as long as I live. That’s a promise. In fact that’s precisely the reason you’re here.” Tarn had seated himself across from _ and leaned towards them ever so slightly. “_. You are someone I can’t bear to lose. From the moment I met you, I knew I had to do anything to keep you at my side. After all, the only way I can completely assure I never lose you is to protect you myself.”
“Then where am I?”
“You’re at my base. I can make it so everything you could ever want is at your fingertips here. We have a pool, state-of-the-art sound systems, and an entire library of music and literature for-”
“I want to go home.” Tarn didn’t seem surprised to hear _’s protests at their new situation. He only leaned back in his seat with as far as _ could tell was a smile on his face.
“Oh _. This is home.” His tone was soft, but firm. He would not be budging on this. He moved on quickly to the next topic, likely trying to distract them. He made sure they were alright, asking them if they were in any pain and if they remembered at all how they arrived at their new room. _’s responses were short as Tarn expected. It would take some time before they would trust him enough to confide in him but he was happy to wait. He had all the time in the world, and with no one in his way to get in the way of the two of them it was only a matter of time before they stayed with him out of sheer isolation.
“Now _, I am afraid I must take my leave. Besides I’m certain you’re anxious to explore your new living quarters. If you need to talk to me all you need to do is text me and I’ll be here in a flash, alright?” There was nothing _ could do but nod as Tarn bid them goodbye. At least whatever chemical was used to subdue them had mostly worn off by the time he was gone. And after a detailed examination of the room they were in and the rooms connected to it _ had made a few observations.
First was that the door their captor had left through was locked tight with only a tiny gap underneath. There wasn’t even a way to pick the lock, as it was likely located on the other side of the door. The windows were a bust too, as though they were open, they had a protective screen on the other side that would need to be broken to get through. It probably wouldn’t be best to anger Tarn by even trying as he seemed incredibly insistent that they stay in their suite.
They also figured out that Tarn wasn’t lying when he said that everything _ had ever wanted was there. There was a kitchenette with every one of their favourite snacks, a wardrobe full of clothes on their shopping list, (Notably all the clothes would be impractical to attempt an escape in.) And a beautiful artists desk complete with all the most lavish and expensive art supplies they had only dreamed of before. It was uncanny really, how Tarn knew every one of their wants. That was most likely not a coincidence considering who he is and how seemingly obsessed he was with them.
The third observation was not only was there everything they had ever wanted, there was everything they would ever need. Tarn had certainly planned for every possible outcome. There was a first aid kit, fire extinguisher, air conditioning and heating control, and there was even a tablet left on the table that could only do one thing. Call Tarn.
It was sickening really, the lengths he went to make everything perfect. The entire time _ was searching the room it was all so eerily familiar until a nauseating realization hit them at full force. All the clothes? _ had bookmarked them online or mentioned them at some point. The snacks? _ had been dealing with what they assumed was a raccoon digging through their food trash, but the reality of it was far, far more disturbing. Even the desk was something they had been saving up for for a long time, something they assumed they would never be able to afford.“From the moment I met you, I knew I had to do anything to keep you at my side.” Tarn hadn’t been lying about doing anything to keep them.
He was watching me.
He was listening to me.
Once again they dropped to the floor but this time it wasn’t because of any chemical. Their thoughts were racing faster and faster, trying to think of any time they had seen him before, any break ins, but their mind was drawing a blank. It made sense really. He’s the leader of the DJD, stalking is what he does. It wasn’t like setting up bugs and cameras would be all that hard for someone like him to get done. For all they knew he could have gotten one of his lackeys to do it for him. Considering their situation, it was likely Tarn was still watching and listening now as they cried on the floor.
Not that he particularly cared. He could lounge in his office and watch _ as he pleased. A few tears were expected in the long run. His plan had worked. _ was with him, and they would never leave.
now, you may think that the opposite of a polycule is monogamy. but you would be wrong. it’s whatever prowl has going on with all his exes, actually
#he really is the ultimate divorced #the real question is how’d he get married so many times in the first place #do all his exes have I can fix him disease?
Now, while I can imagine anyone who DOES have such a condition would drool over Prowl in the right circumstances, I don’t think any of the canon-to-common-fanon exes fit.
Chromedome dated Prowl when he was clearly a much more reasonable person to consider dating. Kind of a prick? Sure, but nothing like what he’d become. Dumped him when he saw him getting worse. CD is not a fixer-upper himself, he wants to date people with terminal ‘I can fix him’ brain. See: Rewind.
Mesothulas didn’t want to fix him. He liked him because he was terrible. He wanted a morally-ambiguous-to-villainous boyfriend to do crimes with. Prowldumpedhim. (well, you know, tried to murder him. Strictly speaking.)Prowl somehow thought thatwas gonna help him be less of an asshole, as an easier option than like, doing literally any actual self reflection. Prowl really let the side down there, couldn’t commit to the war crime lifestyle properly.
The Constructicons also like Prowl as he is! They think he’s perfect because, tbh, their standards are kinda low. Unfortunately by that point Prowl has managed to mix self loathing into his cocktail of arrogance and bastardry, and finds this deeply suspect instead of flattering. Buggers it all up while having an extended breakdown. Also, you know, the whole thing where he was mind controlled the first time they combined probably didn’t help. That he managed to fuck up a relationship where they saw the inside of his brain and still thought he was great is kinda impressive in its own right?
Spike is not quite an ex.
