Disclaimer: I DUNT OWN TRANSFORMERS. = = = = = TFP Fanfiction (w/ a little x Predaking) = = = = = "I'm sending you to a place where he won't be able to go after you. They'll take care of you, I promise." "Do you promise?" "I promise." . . . . . . "All hail Y/D, princess of the Decepticons!" "ALL HAIL PRINCESS Y/D!" = = = = = You. The princess of the Decepticons and heir to Megatron's throne. What an elegant, perfect femme seeker you were, getting whatever you desired by the motion of your servo! Unfortunately, that wasn't really the case. After being forced to do something despicable and utterly regrettable to gain the trust of the warlord you barely knew, you escape! But, it was for a shorter period of time than you would have hoped for. Fast forward to the present, you discover your hated family once again. You act as if nothing was a big deal, and life was at its highest point! One mech, your newest friend, knows the real reason though. And once you find the love of your non-existing dreams, things seem like they might, just once, look up for a bit. -WV-

All you need to know about the Cybertronian culture and their knowledge. A database that once belonged to the Iacon now in the hands of a curious wanderer.

Tfa Blurr x reader (because I have no life) (Cover by @Tf-Kup) After being uncubified Blurr returns to learn that Preceptor was working on a sleek and fast protoform. Somebot to "replace" him. He will not be replaced.

Little Transformers scenarios that come up in my head.

Dragons were thought to be myths. Stories created millennia ago. But they weren't myths. They were very much real. Only one remains. And she lives.. In Jasper, Nevada.