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GUYS IVE WRITTEN 3 ESSAYS THIS WEEK. If I have to type one more thing I will implode.

But I have some things I’ve started to write so YIPPEE things will be posted…. eventually.

Don’t go to college. Be cool and stay out of school. 🤘🏻🤘🏻

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dont worry optimus is just having his daily enrichment hour

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I know he sleeps under several layers of blankets and quilts and has a million fans on all night

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Ratchet, after Bulkhead proceeded to break something: Anything you break comes out of your allowance.

Bulkhead: I don’t get an allowance.

Ratchet: Well, now you know why.

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OP Doesn’t Like Blood

“Ok left foot on… Green!” Raf said to the other humans on the plastic board and three autobots on painted dots.

There was laughing and giggles from all. Ratchet was annoyed as usual till bulkhead lost first and he chuckled. Optimus stood near his friend watching over the monitor.

“Eunf!”

“Miko? You ok?��� Her guardian asked from the sidelines.

“Euughh…”

“Why are you laughing?” Arcee asked to her cackling partner.

“She-! Eheheheh she fell on her fa ha hace!”

“Oh shu’up.”

“Oh shit.”

“Uhh that’s bad right?” Bulkhead more asked because he didn’t know what to say knowing full well this was bad because of Jack’s reaction. 

The other bots untangled themselves to see what was going on. Ever curious and hearing the negative reactions Optimus and Ratchet looked over too.

Raf hopped off the balcony he sat on with the spinner. “I’ll get you a tissue.”

At the bots shocked faced Miko pulled her hands away from her face and waved calming motions saying, “Ahm fine, ahm fine. Dis is no’sin’.”

Optimus’ optics shuttered tight. Miko’s face was 𝓻𝓮𝓭. Humans could alter hair and skin to be different colours, he knew that was common, but Miko didn’t look like 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 before she exclaimed. This fluid ran down her face from both olfactory cavities over her intake and down her chin. Her hands were covered in it and some had dropped onto the floor forming small puddles.

“Opti-?”

“Optimus!”

A booming clang echoed through the base as Prime collapsed on the steel floor. Ratchet rushed over scanner in hand. Before he could spiral into panic the autobot leaders optics flickered on as he gave a light groan.

“Optimus? Are you alright?” Arcee asked holding out servos unsure how to assist.

“I- …what happened?”

“You went into abrupt involuntary stasis.”

Ratchet helped Prime to his peds as he clutched his helm crest, the fall rattling his processor and making him dizzy. He grounded himself in the colourful dots on the floor, reminding him of where and when he was. Looking up Miko had a hand over her face, some white cloth held to it.

She flung her arms out as she comically said, “everyone’s hitting the floor today!”

With all the attention on him, this time everyone saw Optimus’ optics widen, flicker, and roll back slightly, prompting Ratchet to tighter grip his friends arm and Bulkhead to jerk behind their leader and catch his upper back before he hit the ground again.

“Woah!” Miko quickly put the tissue back to her face to not make a bigger mess on the floor

“Ratchet what’s going on?” Arcee’s question came out like a statement.

Jack looked between the autobot and human a few times before a light bulb clicked in his head. “Blood…”

“What?” Ratchet looked up at Jack’s whispered murmur.

“It’s- he’s- the blood!”

Bee offered an inquiry that Raf helpfully answered just as he realized what Jack was trying to say. “Some people don’t do well around blood. It can make people quezy, freak out, or…” Optimus’ optics once again came online though his frame was slow to catch up. “Faint”.

Ratchet scoffed. “That’s absurd. Optimus has seen bots torn in two with no reaction.”

“…pardon?” Optimus heard his name but not much else was actually understood.

“Yeah but that was 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓰𝓸𝓷, this is 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭. It’s- I don’t know it’s…” Jack was still a bit in shock and not quick with words.

“Its organic,” Ratchet said disgustedly.

“Exactly!”

Ratchet raised a brow plate, surprised at the boys agreement.

“It’s humans getting injured versus bots. I think we all know how he is about us getting hurt.”

Adding onto the elder boys statement, “plus ‘blood fainting’ is really common. Apperantly it even stems across species,” Raf added, smiling at the curious revelation.

“Miko, go clean yourself up.” Arcee pointed as she gave the bossy order.

“Old friend, what is happening to me?”

“Optimus have you ever seen blood before?” At his friends slightly puzzled look he added, more insistent, “live, human blood?”

Optimus searched the ground out of focus thinking. He’d seen humans in fights but… none had ever- those puddles…

Ratchet quickly turned his friend away when he say his gazing near where a Miko had stood. “Jack I believe you are correct. Pleas-”

The boy quickly dropped to wiping the rest of the blood off the floor.

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friendly fellas

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Ok! I actually am writing stuff lol but like art classes are KILLING ME.

Even so! I’m in the process of a few things. I’ll release another upcoming post soon so y’all can see what I’ve been doing lol.

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Ok so I’m halfway through exodus and can I say HOLY FUCK MAN!!!/!/

im dead

Deceased

Orion is best transformer ever and is also the dumbest.

That is my wisdom

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GUESS WHO ORDERED TRANSFORMERS EXODUS!!!!

ME BITCHES. Low key very excited. I can characterize Optimus even better when I read that book😈😈😈

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HOLY FUCK OVER 100 FOLLOWERS?!!?!

DAMN OK. just wow thanks so much. I’m flattered.

I knew ppl liked my stuff but not that many. Im working hard to pump more stuff out for all 102 of y’all!!

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A comic about two dead guys in purgatory.

Part 2 here.

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Yo guess who found out about community labels. LOL they don’t exist on my mobile app so my ass used my computer to edit my things.

Anyway, I have so much art homework to do I’m dying, my friend and I are kinda starting a small business together selling art and want to table at AWA which a lot AND I’m going to a conference to present my research paper next Wednesday so I’m low key stressing. BUT rewatching prime has kept me GOING man.

(Should I post my art here? It’s not transformers but idk man lemme know)

Ok catchup over love you guys 🫶🫶

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cleaning my room and came across this piece. now sitting here wondering if i should finally make it into a print

i always felt like it'd be too boring as it's just a redraw of a movie screenshot but i also never thought to offer it. is that something ppl would be interested in?

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Half the world away (1/3)

Tfp! Optimus Prime x Reincarnated! Human Reader

@yumiburrito gave me an idea on a continuation of Meet me at our spot so here it is! HEHHEHEH is a lil angst but fluff too

*trigger warning:graphic imagery*

The screams and cries of death enveloped the battlefield in its shroud of dark. There were blasts coming from every direction, hitting some missing others. The foul stench of rotting energon encompassed every being across the land. The horizon was caked in the life force of the countless fallen mechs and femmes.

Optimus could feel his tanks lurching to expel their contents from the putrid smell that invaded his olfactory sensor. He kept his fuel down with a hard exvent as he continued forward within the doomed battlefield. So many dead warriors, many his own comrades a few klicks ago were thriving, were strung across the battlefield in horrid positions. Their postures bent at unnatural angles and forms bedaubed in their own rotting energon.

He could barely handle it, the smell, the sight, the thought. This was a mistake. Everything was a mistake. Nothing is worth this endless plague of death.

It was never ending. The carnage onslaught upon his friends, comrades, people. He wished he was back at Iacon. Back home in the hall or records, where he belonged, not here on the battlefield a newly named Prime leading a faction of his planet desperately seeking for change. He didn’t belong at the helm of leadership, being the beacon of hope he once saw in Megatronus. He didn’t want this, any of this.

He wanted to be safe at his secret spot. The secret spot he shared countless nights whispering small hushes of love and promises with you.

You

You were what kept him going in this cruel reality. His spark bond pulled him into the fray once more. His pedes avoided the countless mangled bodies strewn across the horizon. His spark started to burn in anticipation, in want, in need of you.

In the distance he heard the sparks flying from the crashing of metal against metal. The harsh yells of battle pulled his spark forward knowing it was you.

The clashes grew louder in sound as one of the warrior was clearly beginning to lose the tides of war. His pace quickened to rise over the rubble blocking his view.

A clean slice rung throughout the battlefield. Metal cleaving it’s way through metal to take yet another life in the ceaseless war for freedom. His sparkbond went dark, no signs of life coming from the other half of his world. The defeated bot slid off the victors bode unceremoniously, their body clinking to the ground leaving more soon to rot energon in its wake.

Optimus couldn’t hold in his screams of terror, his tanks flushing out his fresh fuel in sight of what he just witnessed. He keeled over gripping the ground as his tanks purged their contents, adding onto the smell of rot consuming him.

Optimus’s optics went online with such ferocity that his processor was barely out of the cold reach of his dream. His exvents were quick and uncontrolled. His frame was shaking as his tanks gave that familiar lurching he knew so well from the war.

He dropped his helm into his servos as the his vents let out in spasming intervals. Loud sobs filled his habsuite with the remembrance of his young spark mate’s demise. Even if he was a prime and by definition was higher than other Cybertronian’s, nothing can even begin to comprehend the all devouring numbing ache that filled one’s spark chamber when their sparkbonded passed.

The cold look of your offline eyes shook him to his core. Your body joining the mangled masses strewn across the horizon as your energon begun to rot from with-inside you.

Optimus purged his tanks once more from the gruesome memory.

~

Your day had started off as well as it could have. Your parents had breakfast ready, your homework had been finished the night before, and you weren’t running late to school like you so frequently did. Truly the universe was on your side this one solar cycle.

Solar cycle? What was a solar cycle?

….anyway, moving on.

Life was going you way, but why did it all feel wrong? Like the life you were living was an empty excuse for existence, like you weren’t truly living. As if something was missing from your very being.

But, every teenager feels that way at some point in their puberty hazed processors. Maturing was a fickle thing and as student in the last stretches of your high school career the immense changes hurdling towards you at light speeds were bound to trip you up eventually.

Warning signs running around your mind occupied your senses as the school day passed in a blur. Fourth period ended in a rush of students charging out to have their lunch period. Footsteps rhythmically followed your own, quickly catching up to your own.

“Hey you ok?” He uttered your name. Turning towards the fellow student, you gaze fell upon a concerned Jackson Darby. He went by Jack but you called him Jackson on occasion when he infuriated you to the point of explosion.

“Hm? Oh uh yeah I’m fine Jack, just tired is all” you mumbled playing with the sleeves of your shirt.

“Ok if you say so” he shrugged as his pace continued to be unified with your own. The repeated steady thumps of his footsteps lulled your brain into its previous haze.

Jack was speaking but his words went unheard by the static vibrating within your mind. The two of you found yourselves at one of the lunch tables, Jack still rumbling on about his many due assignments after you had grabbed the school provided lunch. It looked like cheese sticks but one couldn’t be too careful.

“Are you sure you’re ok?” He asked raising his eyebrow, “You’ve been kinda zoning out all day.” He leaned forward on the outdated grasping a fry from his raggedy lunch tray.

“..I uh yeah I think I’m ok jus’ a lot on my mind” you picked at your untouched food. It didn’t look appetizing at all the gooey slump on the side was a mystery that you did not want to uncover.

Your stomach protested the lack of sustenance and you remembered your stash inside your bag. Reaching inside your bag, you pulled out a blue Gatorade bottle. Food was off the table for now but fluids were definitely not. The blue liquid has least mesmerized you, even if you were refusing to eat anything, blue Gatorade was always the solution to getting something nutritional inside you.

“…..Have you been taking your meds?” Jack narrowed his eyes as cautiously asked. He was always concerned for your week being, especially after he found out you lived off of nothing but blue Gatorade and sheer will power.

You nodded as the cap of the bottle relented and let itself be freed from the body of the bottle. The bottle went bottoms up as you downed the entire contents in one swig. You twisted the cap back on the empty bottle and placed it on your own raggedy lunch tray.

“Every time I see you do that I want to cringe so bad” Jack laughed. His laugher was contagious as you soon were laughing hysterically alongside him.

The hysterics quickly devolved into coughing fits as both of your lungs couldn’t handle the strain of laughing so hard for so long.

Your and Jack’s coughing was interrupted by the blaring ring of the bell signaling the lunch period was over. The lunchroom, once filled now barely possessed any signs of life as your fellow students left the area to continue their daily schedules. You and Jack followed in suit, tossing out the uneaten food from your trays into the shabby garbage cans.

“ I’ll see you later ok?” Jack called after you as he pulled on his backpack.

“Yea I’ll see you later Jackie boy” you smirked walking backwards away from your younger friend.

“I thought I said don’t call me that!” He yelled watching you back away. His face flushed red in embarrassment at the stupid nickname he despised.

You flipped him off in response, cackling at his ever redder face and huffs of rage.

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“Optimus whats on your mind? ”

Optimus flinched up from his work as his optics adjusted their focus onto the faceplates of a concerned Ratchet. His brow ridges were lowered in his focus on the Prime’s own look of misery.

Optimus’s processor was submerged in an ocean of emotion. The dull ache of his half whole spark hurt him more than he could express into words. The death of one’s sparkmate was an event that destroyed mechs and femmes alike. The connection they shared was like no other in the infinite galaxies, a bond so deep, so rich they couldn’t remember a time before feeling that all consuming wave of love enveloped them so. Many died from the death or their sparkmate, their very sparks ripped out of their spark chamber at their passing. It was very common for bots to choose to return to the well of all sparks and be one with their sparkmate once more.

Optimus however couldn’t have granted his broken spark that mercy. He was a leader, a symbol of freedom for all who sought it. He couldn’t be selfish, he couldn’t do what Orion Pax would’ve done in an instant if he had the chance.

He ex-vented slowly as his helm shifted towards his oldest friend, “It is simply the anniversary old friend” Optimus’s servos’ twitched, the pit of unease in his tanks rustling the fresh energon dose he had that morn.

“Oh….” Ratchet hesitated in his utterance, his voice glitching a bit as he thought of what to say, “Then it is imperative you rest Optimus.”

Optimus quickly objected but Ratchet stopped his words before they could escape. “Up up up I don’t want to hear one word of it. Losing what you lost is a pain I or anyone here can’t t ever relate too. So please, rest. It’s ok.”

Optimus’s optics widened in surprise. His misters must have been so apparent Ratchet himself was concerned. He shook his helm. Perhaps he did need to rest, Optimus nodded in response to Rachet’s concern and set off for his habsuite.

Even if rest couldn’t quiet the violent cries of his spark for its other half, it could calm the hurricane within his mind.

If only his long passed sparkmate was here. How the soft whispers of their voice reaching is audial fins would calm his aching spark and aching mind. Letting stasis overtake him wouldn’t solve the ache, but it would let him grasp onto the only remnants he had left of his lost love. His Conjux Endura.

Optimus silently traveled back to his habsuite, his mind plagued with memories of his conjux. How he prayed he’d be able to live out eternities with them, but alas it was Primus’s will for their sacrifice. He would accept that all that was left was his dreams of their gentle caresses against his face plates and passionate words of love in his audial receptors.

His optics dulled as he laid his broken spark to rest, awaiting the dreams his processor would bring him of his lost conjux.

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Your ruffled sheets greeted your sullen face as you fell into their awaiting comfort. The layers of soft blankets were a greatly welcomed feeling in replacement of the harsh elements your public school brought upon you.

The feeling something was off never left your mind even after your discussion with Jack. It was as if you were just …wrong. Being here in your fleshy organic human skin was wrong. But why?

You were a human. This is all you’ve ever known. Why would being you feel so wrong? …maybe it was time to up your dosage of medication because the ones you were on weren’t working. That empty void of raw disgust and emptiness was returning to your life and you couldn’t deal with that again……you just couldn’t.

This thought plagued your processor as your eyes fell and your conscious drifted into the smooth wakes of slumber. Soon, the sweet hums of a dream begun and filled your mind with a sense of belonging.

You opened your eyes within the dream. Lucid dreaming wasn’t something new to you, but this one was different. Different like those dreams plagued by screams of horror and stench of death.

Except this dream was soft, sweet. That void inside disappeared as if it never existed at all. You felt whole: complete. That missing piece that had been lost your entire life was there.

“Sweetspark” a baritone voice rung out in the silence. He wasn’t speaking English, however you knew what his alien language meant. You understood the almost musical language he spoke.

Even so, his voice was the most ethereal voice you’ve ever had the pleasure of hearing. But, you knew that voice. That voice was so familiar it was as if-

“Sweetspark come back home. It’s late” His steps were powerful as he approached your form. Your dermas lifted into a smile.

“Oh is it dear one? I didn’t notice” your voice sung out in the same language the man of dreams spoke in.

His voice processor let out a soft chuckle at your bubbly tone. Your mirth was something he couldn’t help but adore about you.

His strong steps continued until his chassis was flush with your back paneling. Arms rapped themselves around your midsection plating joined by gentle caresses of his servos along your sides.

You couldn’t help but ex-vent at the affection of your sparkmate as you leaned into his chassis. This was all you ever wanted. All you ever needed.

He brought his helm to your audio receptor, his dermas ghosting their way across your receptor. “I miss you” he uttered. The emotion so present , so raw it made your spark ache.

.

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“Optimus”

Suddenly, everything made sense. The whole in your being, you existing, this dream, him. It all was so clear. Nothing else in your minuscule organic life mattered now that he was here by your side.

Primus you missed him so much.

You had to find him

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To be continued….

YO! I’m so glad that yumiburrito gave me this idea. I have a whole narrative that will eventually end up in fluff but for now I torture you with angst BAHAHAH. Anyway, thanks so much for reading! Part 2 will be on its way soon, it’ll be LONG so it’ll be a minute

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Should I do a part two to my Bumblebee headcannons? Cause DAMN you guys are liking the shit outta my first ones lol.