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My humanformers Twitch!

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You know what? Fuck you *twinkifies your Soundwave*

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I’m trying something new, don’t know how I feel about it yet

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I drew @party2000 ‘s bishoujo tfa Optimus design!

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My humanformers Arcee design!

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A small thing I made for @peace-hunter ‘s haunted au!

Energon flowed from under the ground in a way Optimus had never seen in the cycles that he had been alive. No one will ever have to slave away in the mines to fulfill a debt for Sentinel Prime. Optimus gazed around, in awe as all of the miners who joined in the fight against Sentinel received their t-cogs and upgraded their frames to those of larger bots.

“We better get down there before someone has a transforming accident like we did,” Elita advises, heading toward the masses.

“Sweet! I’ve always wanted to teach bots how to transform!” Bee chimes in, following after the pink mech.

Optimus stared at the fleeing High Guard, still visible to his optics, and called, “One moment! I just want to see something.” Elita shrugged and continued jogging to the excited bots.

Optimus gazed at the path that was carrying D-16, no, Megatron to the surface, where he knew he will have to face Quintessons and all the other dangers that lay outside of Iacon. This will be the last time he sets optics on Megatron for a long while, he knows this, so he will look at his best friend’s form as long as he can before he must return to his duties.

“Primus below, what a glitch.”

Optimus whipped his helm around to see the spectral figure of a large purple bot. He instantly recognized the massive mech as Megatronus, D-16’s hero, and one of the dead Primes who he was now the successor to. The semi-translucent mech glared at Megatron.

A white and gold bot elbowed him in the side, “Now’s not the time,” He said through gritted dentae. This was Prima, the oldest of the Primes.

“Somebot had to say it!” Megatronus threw up his arms, “And he stole my t-cog! That’s the second time it’s been stolen in less than a mega-cycle!”

“Uhhh,” Optimus looked around at what he recognized as the ghosts of the original thirteen Primes.

“At least he kept yours! He just threw mine away!” Onyx Prime flattened his wings against his back.

“You think I asked for him to do that!?”

“Optimus Prime,” Alpha Trion walks out from among his siblings, “There is much for us to do.”

Optimus stared at him, trying to find the words, “Alpha Trion! You’re alive! Or not alive… But you’re here!”

Alpha Trion nodded, “Yes, I and my fellow Primes have the ability to speak to you through the Matrix. You’ve done well defending Iacon.”

“How do you know what’s happened if you’ve been in the well of Allsparks?” Optimus asks.

Alpha Trion starts, “Prima, Onyx, Alchemist, Micronus, and Megatronus,” Megatronus looks away, “have all been able to see through the optics of whoever’s spark their cog bonded with. They relayed that information to the rest of us Primes. Now that the Matrix belongs to you, we can guide you and rebuild the Cybertron we once knew.”

“How…” Optimus hesitated, “How am I going to fix this?”

Alpha Trion grimaced, “Slowly.”

“Orion-I mean, scrap. Optimus!” Elita called, “Hurry it up!”

“Coming!”

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Optimus meets his past self and isn’t the fondest of him.

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My icon

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I uh made a fic for the mecha pilot Jazz au

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My oc Lyra

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Greetings!

This is my blog where I post my art and writing! My main is @algatharin(only expect reblogs there)