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Optimus woke with a snort, vents sending dust flying into the air. Half lidded optics blinking confusedly, he lifted his head off his paws. Well. That was an unexpected ... stasis? Hibernation?

Whatever it was, it was long. With a yawn, Optimus lazily stretched, claws flexing as he spread his paws.

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!! [ you had to know i was going to send this in too ]

Silver, softer and kinder than the kind he knew from long ago. Blue optics where he expected red, until suddenly he didn’t. A smile as wide as the Rust Sea, as inspiring as Hadean, and freely given. Servos rough from work, yet so soft, so tender on his armor. Megatron was thoughtful, and kind. In a word, perhaps charming. Chivalrous seemed more fitting. Not innocent - far from it thanks to his own Optimus, but gentle in spite of him. A mech rarely found in these days, and treasured all the more for scarcity. At first, just a guide to this insane mishmash of a world he found himself in. Considerate, yes, but certainly not overstepping in any way. Then, a shared bond, and Optimus was content at his side. Content, and safe. The safety came after long periods of time spent together, of course, but it came so naturally that he thought nothing of it. He realizes the importance Megatron holds in his spark, happily revels in it, and only hopes that his love, for it could be nothing else, could compare to Megatron’s.

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“Don’t touch it.” Optimus glanced at Ratchet, feigning disinterest until the medic turned away. Then his jaw opened and his glossa began to probe the empty space left where a fang once was. “I said don’t touch!”

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Send ‘!!’ and I’ll write a para description of your muse from mine’s perspective, including:

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Their looks

Their personality

And who they are to my muse

+ Etc!

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towardspeace:

“Hold a click,” Megatron raised a single digit, as though to capture onto the topic, before he pressed in even closer. His tone dipping low, voice soft, while he whispered conspiratorially with Optimus, “You had an agreement at the Hall of Records? Evidently I pursued the wrong field. Not that Polyhex University wasn’t open to experimentation…but several professors discouraged students from getting involved. Focusing on our studies was our primary concern. Though I did manage to snag my first kiss after a particularly stressful test.”

Megatron’s confession came easily enough. Having Optimus return his interest, and admit as much outright, caught him slightly off guard. His normally confident, easy manner faltered and he smiled warmly - shyly - at the other. Blue optics flared brightly before Megatron leaned in, pressing a kiss atop Optimus’ helm.

“I’ll endeavor to be worthy of your interest. I promise to always safekeep your spark - whatever part of it you entrust to me.” Megatron’s engine gave a low, curious rumble. “So, in the interest of being upfront, who was your first crush? How awkward was your first kiss? I ended up giving my partner a split lip. I was…overly enthusiastic, I admit.”

Optimus promptly hid his face back in the pillow, engine rumbling in time with erratically fluttering finials. He made a noise, somewhere between amusement and mortification. “Megatron!” Optimus wheezed, muffled by the pillow. He didn’t know how to react, so his frame went with laughter. Shaking bodily, he rocked back and forth, guffawing helplessly with amusement.

The Predacon was still trembling with chuckles when he felt a warmth on his head. He froze, optics going wide against the pillow while an unconscious purr started up. Almost immediately after it disappeared, his head snapped up, and Optimus’ flabbergasted expression met Megatron’s optics. His dermas formed a small ‘o’ of surprise, and the purr’s timbre deepened.

“You…” Optimus, with a small tussle against the padding, extricated one servo to curl it over Megatron’s, purr strengthening. “You don’t have to be worthy,” Optimus murmured. “I chose to be with you. I should be promising that to you, my pewter paramour.” He squeezed his digits, smiling dopily as his head fell back to the malformed pillow. 

“Oh, why would you ask me that,” Optimus whined, grasp tightening as he ducked his head. “It wasn’t… it wasn’t reciprocated.” It was a trial forcing himself to speak, but once that was out, the rest came tumbling after. “I was fresh from the archival creche and he was a sports car. I didn’t even know his name, but I fell into a sort of love for him.” Optimus hid his face further against his arm, armor prickling for no fault of Megatron’s. “And then he came in with a noble. I should have known, but still…”

Optimus roughly cleared his throat, fighting the hurt that had no place in the present. “My first kiss? I, mm…” Thickly, he swallowed, trying to soldier on. “That, uh, was also my creche mate, I- his name was… S-Savvy?” Optimus tripped over himself trying to remember the mech’s name, optics distant where they glowed against his forearm. Why couldn’t he remember? “We… had found an… alien… erotica collection? And… the creche… made it into a game?” It was so hard to think…

Optics glassy, he lifted his head, finials flicked as far back as they could go. “We… went to the archives beneath the library. And Onetrack set the terms. We generated random lots…” His dermas moved soundlessly. “Savvy and I were drawn for foreplay. He kissed me. I think his helm attachment poked me in the optic.” Said optic squinted, unsure if it remembered an old pain.

“I don’t… recall it?” Not well enough for his memory retrieval routines. They clotted his HUD with angry alerts, messages of different variants all saying the same thing.

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👠 💔 💘 [ i mean i want to send them all but... ]

👠 What was my muse’s last serious relationship like?

If we’re being real here, Optimus has not had a serious romantic relationship before. Not, of course, for a lack of trying on his part. As Orion he simply had other interests that he held above all else, and as Optimus it simply wouldn’t do to open himself to attack. Decepticons have a way of knowing those things.

💔 What was my muse’s first heartbreak?

When he was fresh from the creche, there was a sports car that came in frequently on Orion’s shift. He fell in love at a distance, taking up forgotten tomes and obscure legislature out of a burning curiosity to know this mech. The day the mech came in one day with a pointedly decorated noble on his arm, Orion swore his spark shed its corona in sorrow.

💘 What are the ways my muse says ‘I love you’ without actually saying it?

Little things. If you mention something to him, off-hand, about a favorite song, or a nostalgic craving of forgotten foods, one day there might be a record in the berth room, or a carefully packaged container in the cooler. Optimus does his best to provide the small comforts for his beloved.

If he can’t say it, he’ll show it through his actions. As they sleep, he traces glyphs along their armor, of love and adoration and a million forgotten lovers’ promises that he has no intention of breaking.

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A Variety of Animal Inspired Robots

Source: 🐕

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I love life, I love knives #Knifelife#vegasforge Loewsknives.com https://www.instagram.com/p/B0FA-FBnDdO/?igshid=1x87i7l7ia4al

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                                                                                      the 𝔪𝔬𝔬𝔫 upon the ᴏᴄᴇᴀɴ                                                                                     is swept around in m o t i o n                                                                                        but without ever ᴋɴᴏᴡɪɴɢ                                                                                      the r e a s o n for its flowing

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Optimus puttered about, murmuring “Cake or death” in the most absurd accent he could manage. No one knows why. No one wants to ask why.

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Afghan Swords, 19th Century

Steps in the evolution of the Khyber knife from ethnic/native to the military regulation type. Bottom to top: full military regulation khyber knife, combination military regulation / native khyber knife, native khyber knife.

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sex+romance headcanons!

Send me a symbol. Please note that some answers may be NSFW.

🌟 What is my muse’s sexual/romantic orientation? 💦 At what age did my muse lose their virginity? 😘 Would my muse have sex on the first date? 😊 Would my muse ever ask someone on a date? 👍 Does my muse prefer to be asked on a date, or would they rather do the asking? 😉 What are my muse’s fetishes/kinks? 💬 When did my muse go on their first date? 💯 What is my muse’s ideal date? 💗 Has my muse ever been in love? 👠 What was my muse’s last serious relationship like? 👰 Would my muse ever get married? 🌼 Would my muse prefer a big wedding or a small wedding? 🍬 Is my muse a sub, dom, or switch? 🏩 What was my muse’s first time like? 🎆 Is my muse into monogamy? 💕 Would my muse ever be in a polyamorous relationship? 🔥 Would my muse ever be up for a threesome? 👮 Has my muse ever had sex in public? 💔 What was my muse’s first heartbreak? 💑 What are my muse’s requirements for a potential partner? 💋 How many people has my muse slept with? 👀 Is my muse the type to sleep around? 👎 Would my muse ever cheat on their partner? 😳 What was my muse’s worst romantic/sexual relationship? 💲Would my muse ever date/marry/sleep with someone because they were rich? 👓 Would my muse ever lie for sex? 👿 Would my muse ever blackmail someone into sex? 🎥 Who is my muse’s celebrity crush? 🎀 Who would my muse sleep with if nobody ever had to know? 💍 Has my muse ever had a one-night stand? 💝 Does my muse like Valentine’s Day? 💘 What are the ways my muse says ‘I love you’ without actually saying it?

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despair becomes unbearable when you have known something else

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                         * . ✧ THE CRUEL PRINCE ✧ . *

                                                 - STARTERS -

❝ If I cannot be better than them, I will become so much worse. ❞ ❝ Most of all, I hate you because I think of you. Often. ❞ ❝ What could I become if I stopped worrying about death, about pain, about anything? ❞ ❝ Instead of being afraid, I could become something to fear. ❞ ❝ I can be charming. I charmed you, didn’t I? ❞ ❝ Do not expect others to share my depraved tastes. ❞ ❝ If you hurt me, I wouldn’t cry. I would hurt you back. ❞ ❝ I am going to keep on defying you. ❞ ❝ I promise you this is the least of what I can do. ❞ ❝ Let’s have a toast. To the incompetence of our enemies. ❞ ❝ I want to be part of the unfolding of the tale. ❞ ❝ Father, I am what you made me. ❞ ❝ Have I told you how hideous you look tonight? ❞ ❝ I will not stand in front of your happiness. I will not even stand in front of misery that you choose for yourself. ❞ ❝ I suppose I could love anyone. ❞ ❝ He’s flint, you’re tinder. ❞ ❝ There’s always something left to lose. ❞ ❝ How has the night been going for you? ❞ ❝ I am tired of caring. ❞ ❝ This is what you wanted, isn’t it? What you sacrificed everything for. Go on. It’s all yours. ❞ ❝ We don’t need to be good. But let’s try to be fair. ❞ ❝ Desire is an odd thing. As soon as it’s sated, it transmutes. ❞ ❝ I am weak. I am fragile. I am mortal. ❞ ❝ Yes, they frighten me, but I have always been scared, since the day I got here. ❞ ❝ This is absurd. This is awful. ❞ ❝ Only idiots aren’t scared of things that are scary. ❞ ❝ There’s safety in being awful. ❞ ❝ Show your power by appearing powerless. ❞ ❝ I like for things to happen, for stories to unfold. And if I can’t find a good enough story, I make one. ❞ ❝ I get why he chose her. I just wish she had chosen me. ❞ ❝ And yet, I don’t regret it now. ❞ ❝ What if the way I am is the way I am? What if, when everything else is different, I’m not? ❞ ❝ Go ahead. Insult me. ❞ ❝ So you’re going to say something nice? I don’t think so. ❞ ❝ It’s funny how you get under his skin. ❞ ❝ No one else bothers him quite the way that you do. ❞ ❝ The odd thing about ambition is this: You can acquire it like a fever, but it is not so easy to shed. ❞ ❝ Harden your heart. ❞ ❝ I am coming unraveled. I am coming undone. ❞ ❝ We may not die from age, but we grow weary with it. ❞ ❝ Love is a noble cause. ❞ ❝ No one expects us to have any honor. Everyone knows we lie. ❞ ❝ I want to win. I do not yearn to be their equal. In my heart, I yearn to best them. ❞ ❝ I have no marketable skills other than swinging around a sword and making up riddles, neither of which probably pay all that well. ❞ ❝ Maybe I am making all the wrong choices.   ❞ ❝ You think I don’t deserve him. ❞ ❝ I think you’re perfect for each other. ❞ ❝ My real skill lies in pissing people off. ❞ ❝ I am no murderer. ❞ ❝ You are nothing. You barely exist at all. ❞ ❝ He’s wrong about me. ❞ ❝ I do not understand why he likes me, but it is exciting to be liked. ❞ ❝ You really do want me. ❞ ❝ A lady of mystery! My very favorite kind. ❞ ❝ I hate him more than all the others. ❞

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an oath is sacred

and i fear that i am not

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Household Muse inspired questions!

Kitchen!

Does your Muse have a favourite food?

Do they know how to cook / bake?

Have they ever burnt their food while cooking or set off the smoke alarms?

Do they drink enough water throughout the day?

Are they a messy or organized chef in the kitchen?

How often does your Muse get groceries?

Plastic or reusable bags?

Do they use the recommend serving sizes of food portions?

What is one food they could absolutely binge on?

Do they have a favourite drink? (Pop, alcohol, juice, milk, etc)

Bathroom / Washroom!

Toilet paper roll spins forwards or backwards?

Do they brush their teeth every day?

How many showers do they take a week?

Hot or cold showers?

Are they a bath person? (Bubbles are optional of course.)

What is their hair like? How do they style it?

Does your Muse shave?- How much makeup does your Muse wear?

Do they leave hair on the counter, in the sink, or on the walls of the tub?

Do they suffer from a bit of vanity?

How clean are those ears?

What does their appearance look like?

Bedroom!

How long do they sleep for?

Are they a light or heavy sleeper?

Does your muse make their bed?

Does your muse snore?

What sleeping position do they find themselves in most often?

How clean is their room?

Does the bedroom have a theme / what is the layout like?

What is their clothing style?

Do they collect something?

Does your Muse let other people into their room?

Has your Muse slept with anyone? (Platonic or not. Take your pick.)

Do they gave any plushies? Or a keepsake from childhood?

One pillow or many?

One blanket or many?

How many hours (or minutes) does your muse spend on the computer?

What is the last thing your muse searched for online?

What would their tumblr be like?

What social media sites are they part of?

Living room!

Does your Muse watch television? What is their favourite show?

Does your Muse play any games? (Video, card, board, etc)

Do they have a designated spot they always sit in?

Do they fall asleep watching movies?

What genre of movie do they prefer?

What is a television show they cannot stand?

Any commercials they find annoying or catchy?

Have they hosted a party before?

Has your muse broken any objects in their past?

How does your muse relax?

Does your muse have a favourite book?

Basement!

Do they run up the stairs once the lights are off?

What are your muses biggest fears?

Do they throw away things they haven’t touched in ages?

Do they have any allergies?

Have they ever accidentally hurt themselves?

Is your muse someone that others can count on when they need help moving?

What is the weirdest thing your muse has found while cleaning?

Does your muse like to prank others?

Garage!

Do they know how to drive?

How long have they been driving?

What kind of vehicle do they drive?

Are they good with mechanics?

Do they take part in any sports?

Do they have a need for speed? Or do they like to take things slow?

Outside!

Have they ever been badly sunburned?

Do they cut the grass?

Does your muse enjoy gardening?

What season is your muses favourite and least favourite?

Do they enjoy using the barbeque?

Does your muse spend a lot of time outside?

Have they encountered a wild animal? (Dangerous or not.)

Has your muse stolen anything?

Do they have a job? If so, what is it?

How is your muses sense of direction? Do they easily get lost?

Is your muse shy? Or socially awkward?

Will your muse stand up to others?

Who are some of your muses friends?

Has your muse ever been arrested?

Does your muse own or rent their house?

Does your muse have a house or are they homeless?

Do they keep up appearances with the outside of their house to make it look presentable?

Does your muse smoke indoors or outdoors? (if they do drugs.)

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If I cannot have you in my arms then I will keep you safe within my heart.