Hi I really enjoyed reading your Yandere April headcannons, and I was wondering do you think you would do one for the turtles or maybe your fave villain ? If not no worries ✌️
hhh i’m in a villain mood rn, and i already have some draxum stuff planned, so i’ll go ahead and write for big mama bc i haven’t seen anything for her so far.
these are mostly written to be parental/platonic bc idk how to write the villains romantically.
- big mama loooves giving (y/n) cute bug-related nicknames. bugaboo, cuddle-bug, buzzy-bee, oh such a cute little one they are, having flown into her web!
- she enjoys holding (y/n), especially after a long and hard day of the turtles’ meddling. and if they try to struggle against her, she can always tie them up! they look so adorable, wrapped in her webs like a blanket!
- if you couldn’t tell, big mama babies (y/n) a lot. it doesn’t matter how old they are. if they’re an adult, no they aren’t because big mama said so ❤️❤️
- loves looking over the battle nexus with them. if they’re rooting for someone or wants someone to win, she’ll purposefully rig the game in their favor
- big mama loves showing (y/n) off to anyone and everyone. she could be in the middle of a business meeting and then suddenly she’ll be cooing about how adorable her little (y/n) is
- anyone who tries to slander (y/n)’s name is thrown into the middle of the battle nexus, no exceptions, no questions asked
that’s about it rn. i still adore writing for the main cast, but it’s nice to give the side characters and villains some love
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The World According to Kris (reverse!au) 2/4
Chapter Two is finally out!!
Kris recalls a memory seven (earth) years ago his miserable life on Cybertron and how the Autobot brothers arrived on Earth. But when he wakes up in the Well of Sparks, he is determined to return home, concerned for his human-hating brother left in the aftermath of his death.
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Reverse Roles AU and basically Kris takes Bee’s place in RotB, killed by Scourge trying to steal the transwarp key before being revived, followed by flashbacks on Noah’s and Kris’ life before the crash that sent hundreds of Cybertronians to Earth.
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Ao3 Sneak Peek
“Hey, look,” K-008 starts, catching his brother’s attention, “The Supernova I know, it took him forever to join the military. He never gave up.”
Noah wants to either laugh or cry at his brother’s naïveté, “I'm not Supernova anymore, K-008. I’m not a hero.”
“I'm just saying, you'll get the next one.”
“There is no next one.” Noah almost barks, making K-008 nearly flinch at the sudden increase. Frustration leaks into his voice and forces it to raise in volume. “No one's coming to save us. We're alone in this.”
The two sit quietly, the silence following the hard truth making the atmosphere thicker than the sharpest blade could cut as Kris hands back the gauntlet. Yet, while still upset, Noah still takes it with a sense of carefulness. The soldier is frustrated, not at his brother but at the circumstances placed upon him. K-008 knew that but remained hurt from his attitude. Noah knew that too.
“I'm sorry.”
“It's alright.” Not even a beat after Noah’s apology, K-008 mumbles with a forgiving grin.
“No, it's not.” He grumbles from his vents, “None of this is.”
They sit in silence once again. The only noise was the winds of the ship sailing above the ground and the murmurs of the people around them. K-008 is left to think again, massaging his servos once the pulsing has faded and the rust inches out into his sight. The silence becomes unbearable so he tries to speak.
“When I get better,” K-008 says, startling Noah a bit, “I want to join the army too.”
Now Noah is truly startled. The image of his younger brother going through the same thing as him sends a true fear down his spine like any other. The idea of his little brother walking down the streets with bots yelling insults and slurs at him, hurts so much it’s unexplainable. He wishes to interject but at K-008’s hopeful look, the green soldier allows him to dream.
“I’ll train hard like you and get so strong, even the Prime would want to fight by my side!” A wide enthusiastic smile spreads across his face plate, bouncing on his seat and almost ready to leap out. “Then when I get my abilities, I’ll be unstoppable!”
K-008 sits up from his seat and his navy blue glass visor falls over his eyes and nose. “I’ll do missions, find the bad guy’s weaknesses and hit them where it hurts! Boom!”
Noah laughs as he attacks the air, narrating sound effects of each punch and kick before K-008 bumps into a grumpy Cybertronian and quickly apologizes. Noah pulls K-008 away but barely holds back a chuckle.
“Sorry! Sorry.” K-008 mumbles to the stranger before sitting back down.
He looked embarrassed, fiddling his fingers in silence but Noah gave him a nudge into his shoulder to encourage more of his rambles, wanting to learn more about his dream.
“Go on. Continue.”
The prior excitement seems to have faded and K-008 just sighs, “I just…I just want to be a hero just like you.” He reasons as he gestures to his speechless brother, “I want to save people, go on deadly missions and get recognized. And everyone will start cheering my name…
Kri-ti-cal! Kri-ti-cal! Kri-ti-cal! Wooooo!!”
K-008 fakes an applause and whisper-yelling cheers. Noah laughs albeit a bit confused.
“Kritical? Where did that come from?” At Noah’s laughter and question, he quiets a bit and starts fiddling with his digits again. Noah quickly tries to backtrack, “Not that it’s not a good name! It’s really cool! I promise.”
K-008 remained quiet for a moment which is starting to worry Noah. The orange bot didn’t look sad anymore but appeared to be thinking before he finally found his words.
“The medics won’t treat me unless I’m dying or I’m important,”
Noah goes speechless, his brother’s words echoing in his audials and dread dropping into the bottom of his tanks. His digits start clench in rising anger, practically shaking to keep his rage from showing.
Does he not think he’s important? That his brother will not get any attention unless he’s dead? It’s a horrifying idea, especially for someone who’s as kind and forgiving as K-008.
“and that’s what I want to be. Important. Critical.”
The silence returns but it’s neither tense or comfortable.
Technically and unfortunately, what he said was true.
Everytime Noah enters any and every hospital, they won’t let him in unless his spark is flatlining at the moment. It hurts Noah every single time but the soldier hates to admit that he forgets how his brother feels about it as well.
Clearly, it was killing him as much as the disease.
The rage inside the green robot dies out. His fist relaxes from the sorrow growing inside him. Noah scoots closer to the orange bot, hugging him close around the shoulders and trying to make eye contact with the distraught sparkling.
“You don’t need to fight bad guys or die to be important. You know that right?”
“I know.”
“But if you do decide to go into the military, I’ll be there every step of the way, Kritical.” K-008, or Kritical, giggles at the sound of his callsign from another voice, wrapping his arms tight around Noah’s middle as he grinning into the metal. All Noah could do is hug back, both of his arms around the orange bot, “Home team?”
“Home team.”
BOOM!
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