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*PURPLES YOUR TRUCK*

“Hold on, now, isn’t that a little, uh—”

Nope. He’s purple now. A lovingly applied dusk purple, with pale lavender accents and pastel purple contrast.

Optimus has never changed his color scheme even once in his entire life. He doesn’t know what to do with this except to ignore it and hope things go back to normal.

…Well. As close to normal as anything in his life can be.

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my bad didn't mean 2 attach myself 2 u like an abandoned dog

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if the world was ending , id wanna be next to you

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Innocently fiddling with his internal radio. Hm-hm.

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consider: optimus dead asleep on his back and snoring so loudly that elegy (also asleep, stuck to his windshield) wiggles like a japanese cheesecake

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{ @epistrix // Megatron }

" come now, it isn't like you to be so maudlin. " megatron's voice is quiet, his posture stiff. " all of us have our romantic lamentations, don't we? "

In contrast Optimus is… not quite slumped but getting there, maybe, if he’s left to continuing sitting in the same spot. Like watching the slow erosion of a sand dune. Maybe if he sits there for long enough, melting, he’ll fall into the floor and he won’t have to have this conversation with Megatron, who looks just as awkward and awful as he feels.

Peace time makes for strange friends and even stranger enemies.

“S’pose you’re right,” Optimus relents. “Everyone’s got their own speed bumps. Gotta stay on the road.”

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{ @dragvnsovl // Senator Shockwave }

Shockwave gives a soft smile and lightly clinks his own glass against Optimus’s. “You are for the right other.”

Clink. The bar’s pretty calm this time of night, enough that Optimus’ overclocked protective urges can go to background processing instead of lingering as shifting reticles over his HUD.

It also means the two of them sharing a table in the back, pedes and knees bumping into each others’. Like old times, except for all the ways it wasn’t.

He takes a quick gulp from his drink and sets it aside to reach across their small table to nudge the Senator. “You might be biased.”

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{ @gowithplana }

“You are easy to love." Lingering near a door, a book in servos. Looking a bit sheepish to speak out when he'd been lurking.

Magnus. Convoy turns in his seat at the table to look at him, fins forward but optics shadowed by the brim of his helmet.

“…I didn’t know you were here.”

It will be easier on them both if he doesn’t address the smaller mech’s response, but, really, he’s had a bit too much to drink. Convoy frowns, the golden scarring across his mouth pulling in an ugly way. “It’s not me that everyone loves. It’s not anyone. It’s the— vessel, the thing… the not-mech, the… Orion was a someone, but I don’t think I’m a someone. Not really.”

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“I wish I was easier to love.”

It’s such an absent little thing, just a quiet slip of the glossa as Optimus holds his slowly warming beer in both servos. He doesn’t even realize it. He doesn’t know.

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“What, uh, what day is it.”

“What year is it?”

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It is the sort of lap that’s easy to invite oneself into— the longhauler big rigs like Optimus were always broad and on the warmer side, and Optimus in particular was so used to having smaller mecha and even littler humans clambering over him whenever they felt like it that he just settles his servos on Rodimus’ sides to keep him upright on habit.

But his fingers squeeze and his optics narrow at the lilt in the younger Prime’s tone and the way Rodimus coos and fidgets and calls him ‘Daddy’.

“You really just won’t take ‘I don’t know’ as an answer, will you?” Convoy grunts, leaning down to nose at the sides of Rodimus’ helm before letting his mask fold back, scarred lips and large fangs revealed. “Little boys don’t get to call the shots, Rodimus. Only Daddy does.”

{ @flameofprimus }

" ....did you like them licked?"

“I, uh. Huh?”

Very eloquent. Optimus is getting increasingly flustered as Rodimus grins at him.

“It’s. It is a very distinctive sensation,” he manages. “I don’t know?”

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i love when large dogs are picked up and they’re so absolutely confused as to how this could happen that they just sorta

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At 32 and some change feet tall, Optimus Prime is a solid warframe of a construction, all gleaming silver and smooth red and blue paint. He has faced down all manner of foes, from the casual cruelty of the Quintessons to Megatron at his worst and most destructive.

He has wedged himself into the corner of the couch so as to give Hot R Rodimus all the space he could want, servos awkwardly tucked against his grille and optics wide under the brim of his helmet. The effect is something like a hunting dog afraid to step on a wobbly kitten.

“I don’t know?” Convoy answers, again. “I guess if it’s, if I have some warning before, maybe, I won’t startle? I should probably be going, though, it is getting late—”

{ @flameofprimus }

" ....did you like them licked?"

“I, uh. Huh?”

Very eloquent. Optimus is getting increasingly flustered as Rodimus grins at him.

“It’s. It is a very distinctive sensation,” he manages. “I don’t know?”

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A light breath against one audial sensor’s biolight as the other is gently traced with a digit, the perpetrator being behind him. But it’s all too obvious that it’s a particular Senator, hellbent on teasing the other.

The response that Shockwave manages to eke out of him ought to be illegal: Optimus’ intake fans stutter as he jolts forward at the unexpected touch, a thin and confused whine slipping free.

He ends up half-turned to the side to squint down at the Senator behind him, hands cupping protectively over his audials again. His fingers get in the way of his fins, but they’re definitely threatening to droop.

“Sir.”

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{ @flameofprimus }

" ....did you like them licked?"

“I, uh. Huh?”

Very eloquent. Optimus is getting increasingly flustered as Rodimus grins at him.

“It’s. It is a very distinctive sensation,” he manages. “I don’t know?”

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Self-conscious, Optimus cups his servos over his audial sensors, his fins shifting back...

There's nothing to be shy about, but here he is, being a goofball anyways.

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About Orion's biolights

this comic is made bc im a little bit sad that in OP's form we can't see his cute biolights as clearly as we see with Orion anymore