#HAPPY OPPIE DAY!

[mischievouslittlecreature]

TODAY

[toyotacorolla2008]

celebrated my birthday this week :D watched the 1986 movie and the whole room cheered when perceptor appeared (and also when prowl died)

[cillianhead]

oppie (cillian’s version) is a sub change my mind

i think oppie (cillian's version) is a freak in the sheets. (listen this is all just me daydreaming more about Cillian AS OPPIE just doing stuff BUT LIKE I DO SAY STUFF REFERENCING OPPENHEIMER KIND OF??? SO SORRY IF ANYTHING IS INCORRECT (tbh this ain't that freaky it's just me writing a short little random blurb lol) (also i sorta switch in and out of using she / you)... 18+ OBVIOUSLY MINORS DNI!!!)

i think he's probably more than happy to be a dom or a sub, he doesn't really care. I think he'd also be into being pegged by his woman or pulled around on a leash or slapped around. oppie is pretty open-minded and pretty eager to 'spice' things up. but this is all just me daydreaming

i can imagine you in the Los Alamos home, waiting for him in bed after a long day's work of telling men what to do. And finally... the time when he got told what to do... whether it be fuck her harder until his back aches or let him be the chew toy he usually was. she liked to joke she'd make him his own personal collar to go along with his clothes... and the thought of that did turn him on, not strange at all to him who stares into the making of the death of mankind. The idea of sex was something just as complicated and interlaced with deep intricacies we will never understand but also something more primal. Something that reminded him he was human. And fuck... staring into your sticky pussy you fiddle with as he starts to undo his tie was like frying every cell in that brain of his.

"No... keep it on..." You shake your head, fingers still drawing circles lazily on your clit barely teasing yourself as you lay there proudly for him. His eyes soaked in your body and how utterly breathtaking the sight of what lies in between your legs was. "I wanna pull you around on it..." "Well... yes, ma'am," He'll flare his nose in a tone of amusement as he tips his hat off to her and sets it down on the dresser as he unbuttoned his shirt. Robert would watch you in the mirror as you slid your sticky fingers to your thinly-veiled tits, slipping your fingertips under the lacy top and toying with your hard and incredibly sensitive nipples. You drove him crazy in the best of ways... in the ways he should be crazy. "Now don't look at me like that, bunny..."

"You're taking way too long to undo those buttons of yours..." You complain and he'll roll his eyes as he always does once he gets off his top pieces, he's undoing his belt and pants within a matter of seconds. His tie still around his neck as he stood fully naked and fully erect for you as you got up on your knees on the bed, perched up and facing him as you leaned in. You'd grab his chin and he'd feel how wet your fingers are. "Are you gonna behave tonight, daddy?" You asked, tilting your head as you yanked on his tie a little, enjoying the way he flinched.

"Yes, of course, my darling..." He nods desperately, mouth full of drool for your demands. "Tell me what to do and I'll do it... command me, I'm your slave." "Get on your fucking knees and beg..." You whisper harshly and then slap him across the face and he lets out a delightful sigh at the familiar burn and the handprint on his face. "You like that don't you..." As he collapses to his knees, Oppie nods and prays for you to give him something.

"Please... Y/N..." Oppie tries, head tilted slightly down as you lower your feet down to the floor and run your fingers through his short hair, treating him like a dog. "I'll be a good boy." You pulled his face to force him to look at your pretty pussy, close enough to smell but not close enough to taste... you were teasing him. "I beg of you..."

'Tsk Tsk Tsk' You shook your head with a smug grin on your face, swaying your hips and tantalizing him with his favorite view. "More."

"Darling," He pleaded, eyes so big and blue, he was defenseless to how he showed his emotions through the dread of the irises honesty. "Please let me taste you... I've dreamt about you in my head all morning and all afternoon..." "Dreamt of me?" You mused.

"In the daytime," He mumbles, trying to shake his head from your grasp like a feral dog trying to get at its prey. "I see flashes of you... pictures of you... traces of you everywhere... I see you in my mind wherever I go."

"How very romantic of you," You chimed, letting go of his hair to lean back on the bed and prop your legs up on his shoulder, spreading yourself out on display for him. His pupils expanded like black holes on the horizon of a dying sun that shone blue. "You can taste..."

No other words were said by him as he (for once) mindlessly dove in and buried his face into your wet cunt. Oppie wasn't sure there was a god up above but he knew this was heaven right here with his head between your thighs and your lips slipping his name loudly and endlessly.

He loved being bossed around, being possessed, it reminded him of his body, and for once not his mind.

??? did any of this make sense??? sorry??? lol

[beemochi-art]

If you're still interested in the ask game for oplita: 11, 18, 19, 30, 39

11) Gonna have to say Op. Elita only cooks to get nutrients ( humanformers elita would probably frequently eat unseasoned chicken and white rice.) Op doesn’t get to cook often but if he finds out that Elita likes it. Oh boy, time to reawaken a old hobby.

18)Elita is a giggle mess. Anything op says is hilarious. Optimus is fighting for control. Trying so hard not to let anyone know he is off his rocker. Trying to act as normal as possible. He’s not acting normal. He thinks he is but hes not. If he slurs of mixes up his words he’ll crack. The team gets to hear him scream, FUCK for the first time. Elita can’t breathe from laughing so much.

If it’s just op drunk, it’ll be like that one meme.

For elita everything op says is still beyond funny. And Optimus thinks it’s cute. It’s time for her to get to bed tho 😌

19) They were together when Optimus was Orion pax. And then he just disappeared all of a sudden. Elita later may have not realized Op was Orion. But when she did she had a lot of questions. She was deeply hurt but she’s got to admit he’s completely different now. He’s not the happy and nice Orion he once was. She’s different too. Optimus keeps a lot of secrets and she’s not completely trusting of him yet either.

She doesn’t want to bring it up yet.

When they do argue it’s mostly about Optimus putting himself in danger. (Maybe she’ll be emotional enough to bring it up in an argument one day.)

30) Yup, elita calls him Oppy, big rig, big guy sweetspark and much more. Optimus called her lita once. But she got to excited and he got embarrassed.

39) Optimus considers his autobots his family. Especially his older friends, that being Ratchet and ironhide. Ratchet thinks she’s unruly but she’s a lovely gal so if Op is happy, he’s happy. Ironhide is very attached to Elita. He loves her, she’s a doll and he loves that finally Optimus has somebody. Ironhide gives Optimus husband advice. Bumblebee and her have quickly become close. Her and Chromia are friends. The rest of the team really likes her.

Like I said before. Elita isn’t completely trusting of him. But maybe one day.

[aphroditeslover11]

Hi what do you think about a Neil Lewis with a actress reader? Like they met before and he has already a crush on her and then he watch movie and see her ?

Another tought (not q request just something in my head) so I'm from Göttingen, an we have here q tradition if someone has his PhD they have to kiss the Statue of the goose Maid ( "Gänseliesel") he is not common with this tradition and so when reader ask him when he is planning do the kiss he assumed she wanna that he kiss her

I hope this is something along the lines of what you were thinking of. I’m not at my best at the moment so I’m sorry if there are any glaring errors. I hadn’t written for Neil before, but he’s actually very fun! Thanks for your request. Also, that is a fabulous tradition, it might get slotted into one of my other Oppie requests, I’m not sure yet though as it’s in the idea phase at the moment.

A Surprise Encounter

A/N: the classic films mentioned are all free on BBC iPlayer, go and give them a watch! I also have no idea where the store is, so I made it up.

Neil was absolutely beside himself when the invite arrived in the post. A new film that he couldn’t wait to see was premiering soon, it was low budget but contained a few big names who had decided that they wanted to promote the more independent side of the industry. He had been asked to attend an event aiming to promote smaller video shops like his rather than the huge, commercial ones that were taking over. When he read that you and the director alone were going to be on the panel he felt like he had never been luckier, finally a chance to meet his favourite actress in the flesh. Although he did admire your talents, he’d be lying if he didn’t admit that he also found you wildly attractive.

The next few weeks were spent planning everything. He rewatched a few of your films so that he could ask some decent questions of you at the press event and reading every article that he could on the making of your new one, a biopic of Julie d’Aubigny. He went out and bought a new suit for the occasion, had his hair cut. As far as he was concerned, there were going to be no disasters, not when he was going to meet one of his idols.

~

The day of the event had finally come. All of the invitees, including Neil, had been piled into an auditorium where they had been given an early viewing of the film, then being moved into a press room with rows of chairs set out in front of a platform. He was happy with his seat, about half way back in the crowd, not too conspicuous but with a good view of the stage. The previous hubbub died down as soon as the panel made their way up, the director taking his place, yet Neil’s eyes were fixed on you. Your hair was down and curly, framing your face, and that smile that everyone always talked about. You were wearing black heels a red dress that dipped down just enough to give a small view of your cleavage. He was transfixed.

Questions started being asked, the general types of how you had enjoyed working with the rest of the cast and what you had taken away from playing your character, some conversations were had about wanting to make sure that the smaller side of the film and cinema industry wasn’t dwarfed in the future. For some reason, all of the eyes in the room suddenly focused on Neil, it was only then that he realised that he had drifted off, his arm leaned on the armrest of his chair in such a way that you had thought he was asking a question.

“Uh, the gentleman in the blue suit there, do you have a question?” The sentence was coming from you, quickly drawing him out of his reverie.

“Um.. yes,” he never was much good at thinking on his feet. “I know that you’re promoting this film today, but do you feel as if classic cinema has been forgotten. My shop specialises in older, more hard to find movies and… well, yeah,” he trailed off. He was like a deer in the headlights, speaking as if he was full of terror. A few people around him were scoffing and hiding their laughter. Great, he had embarrassed himself in front of you.

“Actually, I do think that we’ve forgotten about classic cinema. Not only the thrillers and comedies, but for me the least talked about are the romance films. I grew up on Astaire and Rogers musicals, I know some people don’t like them and find them a bit politically incorrect know, but they still have a special place in my heart. If you think about their influence on modern cinema, we wouldn’t have ‘Sleepless In Seattle’ if it hadn’t been for a 1939 film ‘Love Affair”. What was your name?” Why the hell did you want to know who he was?

“Neil Lewis.”

“And where’s your shop?”

“California, its called Gumshoe Video.”

“I’ll pop in next time I’m in town, maybe you could give me some recommendations.” And that was the end of that conversation.

~

About three weeks later everything had returned to normal. Neil was back to running the store and the gang were still practically living there. It was a completely normal day when Lucien, who had been manning the counter, came around to the back to find him.

“Neil, you might want to come inside, there’s a customer asking for you.”

“Can’t you handle it?” He just wanted a bit of time to himself, making is response more huffy than he had intended.

“Trust me, you want to come and see this.”

He followed Lucien back into the shop, only to be caught in shock as he saw you standing there in front of him, dressed a lot more casually than the last time he saw you, but still with your hair down in its beautiful curls. He never thought that you would actually make true on what you had said, but here you were.

“Is there anything that I can help you with Miss y/l/n?”
“I came by to see if you had any suggestions for me, you know, classic films like you said you specialised in.” You actually seemed a bit nervous, though he had no idea why. “And please, call me y/n.”

“Right, y/n,” it just felt so right when he said it. “What kind of thing are you looking for, any genres in mind?”

“I always love a romance movie, the press don’t know yet but I left my boyfriend last month after he cheated on me. I’m down here to get away from it all, so a romance to take my mind off everything would be good, yeah.” He could see the sadness behind your eyes as you explained.

“He must have been an idiot then,” he said, immediately regretting it and walking past the stunned Lucien towards the romance section, beckoning for you to follow.

“So, you said that you liked Astaire and Rogers, but have you ever seen ‘The Sky’s The Limit’?”

“I don’t think I have, no.” He reached out for the dvd, showing you the front of the case.

“It’s Fred Astaire and Joan Leslie, came out in 1943. A musical about a fighter pilot who falls in love with a girl who wants to make it as a journalist, sounds like the sort of thing you might be looking for.”

“I think I’ll take that then, sounds perfect.” Something lit up inside him, you were smiling and it was because of something that he had done.

“Right, I’ll go and sort out a membership card so that you can rent it then, do you have any ID on you. Driver’s licence or something?” You followed him over to the till, rooting around in your bag to find what he had asked for. He busied himself, quickly handing over the card and the movie.

“What do I owe you?” you asked, reaching for your purse.

“Nothing, it’s on the house.”

“Are you sure, because…”

“Yeah, in return for having me at that panel a few weeks back. It was amazing.”
“Well, in that case can I pay you back in another way?”

“What do you mean?”

“Maybe we could watch the film together?”

“That sounds like a fair means of payment, I think I’ll accept.” You slipped him your number, telling him to call when he was free before walking out of the store, Neil wondering what the fuck had just happened.

[itsthesinbin]

My head is full of Optimus but no ideas.. is it alright if I request generic relationship hcs with earthspark Oppy please?

EARTHSPARK YEAAAAAAAAAH

Optimus Prime (Transformers: Earthspark)

He is SUCH a loving partner. He's seen so much death and destruction and betrayals over his lifespan that he makes sure to let you know how much he cares.

Long rides with just you two are very common. They're either silent- you two just enjoying the others' company- or talking for hours on end about any topic that comes up. The trips tend to be at night, when he has more time to get away from GHOST. But sometimes he can slip it in during the day.

Lets you introduce him to Earth media- television shows, youtube channels, music, etc etc.

Adores having you ride around on his shoulders. It's almost a necessity if you happen to be at GHOST HQ, since he doesn't trust them enough to leave you alone and/or vulnerable. But even if he's on his own or with the Terrans, rarely are you on the ground.

He has to keep a lot of things secret, so your trust in him is reassuring. He's happy that you don't pry, or if you do you stop if he says he can't talk about it.

Lots of quiet time together- he'll be working and you'll either be on his shoulder doing your own thing, or in your own little area of his designated work space. He'll have someone bring in food for you, even though you always tell him it's fine.

He will suffer the drivethru for you.

He doesn't really talk about it much, but Optimus always marvels at how soft you are. He'll hold you in his hands, a thumb grazing over your back as gently as possible just to feel you. It reminds him of what he's always been fighting for, and what he'll continue to fight for.

He loves you intensely, and he loves you deeply. He may not be good at saying it, but he'll always be able to show it with his actions.

[salty-an-disco]

A headcanon for each voice, if you would? To distract you from evil sickness from Hell 👉👈

thank you for the distraction from my woes uwu

Hero is the kinda autistic that cannot absorb any information about their special interests. He just starts happy stimming and pointing excitedly at the thing, but cannot answer a single thing about his interests that aren't some very basic information. He'll also tell you the same facts over and over cuz he keeps forgetting them, and tells you again when he finds it.

If Contra stays inside for too long, they'll start getting restless and irritable. He's an outsy guy, he needs to go out and just fool around for their brain to stay happy and calm. Going out and exploring is also their go-to for when they need to decompress or have some problem they want to avoid. Sometimes they stay out for days on end.

Cold has no spatial awareness and will walk right onto walls and tables. They're also very hyposensitive, tho, so she barely notices it. Has all kind of objects stuck in its big-ass wings cuz it doesn't even try to avoid hitting stuff with them, and always more than a few purple marks on his body from everywhere he hit it.

Paranoid is terrified of dolls and most plushies, but plushies that have no eyes/the eyes are closed are very comforting for her. Has lots of sleeping animals with her, and some food plushies.

Skeptic cannot cook. Just didn't think it was an usefull skill to learn since he prefers ready-to-digest food anyway, and is hopeless in the kitchen. Often skips full meals unless someone (Hunted or Smitten) forces him to eat.

Smitten's vision isn't all that great, but he forgones glasses cuz it feels uncomfortable over his puffy feathers. Wears contacts once he learns about those, but before, he just kinda trusted his friends to keep him from walking into too much danger.

Cheated cannot feel her detachable arm at all. It's like a phantom limb, except the limb is right there and she can still move it. The cut off spot hurts during rains and colder seasons.

Broken is the kinda person to go from reading cute and cozy slice-of-life, to the most unsettling psychological horror known to men. Finds both comforting in different ways.

Stubborn is color blind. I have no reasoning for this other than I think it's a neat trait to throw at him.

To contrast Hunted, Oppy has a terrible sense of smell. Which is probably why he can handle to put on the most eye-watering perfumes known to men.

Hunted is great at predicting the weather, and often advices others about staying at home a little longer or taking an umbrella and some extra food if they get stuck.

[mychlapci]

Oppy breeding anon here again.

Yee, but probably not Sentinel though. He said those mean things about breeding. Jazz though, he hasn’t said anything to Optimus at all. He’s most likely the one to lure Oppy with a good fuck and breeding.

They wait until a few days after the lastest litter is born, then Jazz approaches Optimus while only those two and the Magnus are at base. The white cyberninja gets Optimus going, promising to fill him up with a nice, strong litter and Optimus can’t help but want it. Jazz gets Optimus nice and fucked before Ultra Magnus finally enters and goes for his turn. Optimus is confused by Ultra appearing, but Jazz calms him and he gets a nice big spike filling his valve.

Once it’s confirmed that Oppy is carrying again, Ultra and Jazz say that it’s safer to carry on Cybertron than this backwater planet and the rest of his chosen sires and already born Sparklings can come with. When Ratchet asks what they’re going to do about the AllSpark, the Magnus just says that they’ll send a team out to retrieve it.

Ratchet and the six don’t exactly trust that right away, since there’s warframe babies and they can’t leave them in Decepticon hands especially with the AllSpark bound to be found at some point. But Optimus is a nervous bean, since he likes Earth and hasn’t had a good experience with the Elite Guard for a long time, so he kind of looks at his team and the Dinobots for help.

Ultra finally gets them to agree to try it in Cybertron, but if Optimus doesn’t end up liking it, they’re going right back to Earth. He can only hope the broodmare Optimus will end up happy on Cybertron.

The Decepticons, once they learn what happened, are furious.

ah, i just have a thing for Optimus/Sentinel… but Jazz is a good choice, all nice and gentle with Optimus, promising him a good life as a licensed broodmother, at some point he starts palming at Optimus’ panels, until Optimus is panting and all he can think about is how pregnant he will be soon… He’d follow after Jazz no matter what he’d tell him at this point, getting himself bred by yet another ill-advised group of mechs. When it turns out that he’s knocked up again, suddenly the Elite Guard is leaving for Cybertron again and oh, wouldn’t it be better if Optimus had the sires of his litter near? He shouldn’t be left alone, he needs to come with. 

And well, the decepticons are still trying to get their heirs, putting everyone, the team, the sparklings, humans in danger… If they moved all of this away, let someone else retrieve the allspark, it would definitely make things a little easier for everyone. 

It’s probably a little disorienting, coming back to Cybertron, getting settled in, poked and prodded by doctors (as if Ratchet didn't have the expertise to assure everyone that Optimus is fine… rude), and Optims is so unsure. 

The Decepticons, of course, follow after. Screw the allspark. Who cares about the allspark at this point, their offspring have been taken!

Cue War 2.

[joelletwo]

apropos of aaaabsolutely nothing happy EST wound fucking wednesday. this post is just for that one reader

[ID: rendered robots franchise fanart of oppie and megs (the recent cartoon for kids iteration of them) stradding each other mid-wrestle. they both show wear and tear. megs, scowling, is punching op's grille-abdomen, warping the metal, other hand gripping his shoulder to pull him down into the hit and falling backwards a bit with the momentum himself. oppie, frowning deepy or grimacing, has one hand gripping megs' thigh and the other on one of his shoulder spikes to keep him from being able to maneuver or escape. he reels back with the punch but still rests stably on splayed-out knees, one slid under megs, adding to megs' unbalance and making him kick out his own leg that oppie straddles.]

pre-canon war stuffs........................ that can at least exist in my mind palace of Not Really Knowing Jack Shit

ONE good turn deserves another i would say...... meaning a big trip thru the lb tab collecting a folder of relevant unconscionable violence vibes i didnt even get to use all of*/push as far as i could have. and then a lot of time doing chain-licking meditations on big blocky 3d shapes. and then a lot of time wrestling with that one csp 3d model pose set. WELL. when i saw what u were sketching the other day i lost my fucking mind trying not to say anything kjsdfg so hopefully good sign this will be received well o7 <22

*my dreams of putting tfs in clothes was not an appropriate venture for first times drawing tfs. YET

+ just the lines bc good lord i drew so many details on Those Things. looking at other ppls art styles. i didnt even have to do that i dont even need to feel bad abt the bits that broke my spacial understanding no one is doing 1:1 replicas. but it was kind of nicely meditative to whittle away at actually i enjoyed it

[ID: same pic, colors and shading removed to show oppies lineart was a bright blue and megs' a bright orange]

things i gained a heightened appreciation for in this venture: the way that megs' pelvis design elements look like he has a jacket tied around his waist. CUTE. his BIIIIIG fucking boots i didnt get to show off. his faaaaaaaace chiseling. oppies 1:1 accuracy little windshield wipers. difference in frame between them (most of the robots seem to have narrow waists but i like that i can accurately draw megs still a little Built there. fun!) the joiiiiinnnnntt articulation logic on these guys is so neat kudos to. franchise full of robot designers that are extra incentivized to make them at least somewhat real-world workable.

+ honorable mention: THEYRE SO WIIIIIIIIIIIIIDE. taking up the entire 4:3 frame space in episodes. throwing out half the oversketch notes i took of the csp models bc they simply did not matter and would not be visible underneath both of these guys blocking each other kjghsdf

anyways. to say. HAPPY TO BLOG AT THE SAME TIME AS YOUUUUUUUUUU and heres to another year of getting to know the most delightful wonderful realm of things and ways to get weird with things thru it vicariously and firsthand. dearly beloved blogging bestie who i hope has a nice day ^_^!!!!

[thescriptofsharkboyandlavagirl3d]

First Impressions

Mariona x Simone

Synopsis: Mariona is set to meet Opal for the first time and can’t contain her nerves. But when Opal is met with tragedy, Mariona easy slips into ‘helicopter (kinda, sorta, if things work out with Simone then maybe one day she might become:) mum’ mode.

Warnings: Straight Fluff

For reference, Opal is about 22 months, and Simmy and Mariona have been together for about a month

Simmy couldn’t help her amusement rising as she looked at Mariona. She hasn’t stopped chewing on her lip since the moment she had arrived. Simmy had met her at the door with Opal continuing to bang together her blocks and squeal in delight in the living room, ushering her in with a quick kiss before preparing to ease her nerves.

It didn’t take a genius to know she was nervous. Mariona hadn’t stopped questioning Simmy on the proposed meeting since she had first brought it up.

‘What if she isn’t feeling well when I see her?’

‘What if she sleeps the entire time I’m there?’

‘What if she only wants to play with you?’

But Simmy knew every question was only a thinly veiled attempt to disguise Mario’s true feelings. She knew they all really meant,

‘What is she doesn’t like me?’ and

'What if I don’t know what to do?’

But she was always there to quickly quell those thoughts, reassuring her that Opal was by far the most accepting baby and would have no problems getting along with smiley, happy Mariona.

And it wasn’t a lie. Opal, whilst at times cheeky, was happy to play with anyone as long as they followed her lead. This usually meant some type of smacking of her toys but at least it kept her happy.

‘Are you ready babe?’

Simmy figured getting it over and done with was the best option and Mariona would quickly see that there was nothing to be nervous about. Her girlfriend was of the opposite opinion, voting to stay anxiously waiting in the foyer.

‘Simone, I don’t know if I can do this?’

But it was already too late. Simmy had taken a hold of her hand, tugging her along back into the living room where Opal resided. They soon reached their destination, meeting Opal upon her play mat still loudly banging and squealing, so preoccupied with her work that she took no notice of her Mummy and their new guest.

Simmy swiftly took up a spot next to Opal, motioning for Mario to follow suit whilst gently grabbing her daughter's hands to stop her banging.

'Oppie, would you like to meet a new friend?' When she was met with no reply, Simmy continued, 'Oppie, this is Mummy's friend Mariona. Can you say hi to Mariona?'

The women watched on as Opal's lips morphed into a grin, yanking her hands from her Mummy and bending to bury her face in them.

'Oooooh are you getting shy?' It was clear the teasing in her voice as Simmy prodded at her daughter's side.

Mariona couldn't help her own smile as she watched the mother and daughter duo, Simmy continuing to poke at Opal whilst Opal decided the best course of action would be to flop on her back, leaving Simmy with far more space to tickle.

As she continued to roll on the floor, Opal caught sight of her new guest, someone she hadn't seen before, sitting next to her Mummy.

The tickles were fast forgotten, Opal swatting away her Mummy's hands to say no more and moving to sit up to look at this new face properly.

Mario thought that this was it. This was her judgement day, and she could either pass with flying colours, or fail miserably. It was all up to this tiny little girl swaying back and forth in front of her.

If she didn't approve of her, what would Simone think? Mariona truly believed there was no way Simone would continue to see her if she couldn't get along with Opal. What would be the point? Opal was the most important thing to Simmy, so it made sense.

Opal abruptly swivelled to Simmy, demanding, ‘Mummy, bwock.’

Already so in tune with her daughter’s communication, Simmy passed her baby a few of her wooden blocks she had since abandoned. Her daughter was quick to take up the toys once more before turning back to Mariona and without a second thought, throwing a block at her, rolling off her fingertips and gently hitting Mario’s stomach.

Taken aback, Mariona wasn’t quite sure what this meant but Simmy was more than aware.

‘She wants to bang her blocks with you.’ Simmy reassured.

And there was Opal, wide eyed, waiting for Mario to take up her block and allow her to bang her block-loaded fists against the one Mariona had newly acquired. So that’s what she did, quickly picking up the block that had rolled on to the floor, positioning it between two fingers. This soon set off Opal as she careened forward and bashed her blocks into Mariona’s, giggling and squealing again at the motion.

This continued on and on with no tiring in sight for Opal as she seemed more than happy to whack again and again with her blocks.

‘I told you! This is all she does all day.’ Simmy had already briefed Mariona on her daughter’s choice of past time activities.

‘I didn’t think you were serious. And she really doesn’t get bored of it?’

‘No! Seriously, no joke.’

That is how the next 30 minutes passed, Mariona and Simone sitting on the mat, easing into conversation whilst Mariona withstood the attack of Opal and her two wooden blocks. With no end in sight, Simmy took this as an opportunity to quickly go to the toilet.

Mariona was not so convinced, believing that as soon as Simone was out of sight, Opal would probably explode because Mariona had somehow done something wrong like she was so sure was going to inevitably happen.

‘Simone, no, please don’t leave me here.”

“Mario, you’re going to be fine. Nothing is going to happen.’ She said, cradling the side of Mariona’s face, ‘And if it does, you’re still going to be fine. Shit happens and I promise she is very resilient.’

And off Simmy went, Opal barely flinching at her Mummy moving away and leaving her with this woman she just met. The block smashing hadn’t ceased, and Mariona was more than happy to keep her entertained anyway she could.

Mario knew how silly she was being but supervising little baby Opal was the most important job she had ever had. Opal was the most precious parts of Simone and if anything happened to her, Mario would never be able to forgive herself. More importantly, Simone definitely would not.

Nevertheless, Mariona’s submissive block smacking was severely undercutting it for Opal. Sitting and letting Opal do as she wished was not what the baby was looking for, fumbling to her feet and stumbling over to her pile of other bits and bobs to smack. Once she had finally fished her bright rainbow baby piano out of the basket, she was content.

Whizzing around was in hindsight maybe not Opal’s best idea, but every situation is a learning opportunity when you’re under 2. Both feet caught up in each other and her weight pushed her forward to fall onto her front, bellyflopping with hands splayed out on the floor.

Mariona and Opal both remained frozen in the moments following, neither moving as they took in what had just happened. But Opal’s shock had quickly been replaced by her anguish as Mariona watched her shocked mouth melt into a frown and her eyes wrinkle tightly to accompany her wailing and crocodile tears.

‘Opal, Opal, its ok,’ Mariona had sprung up and cupped her hands under the sobbing baby’s arms to bring her up to sit on her hip. But there was no consoling the child who had little problem burying her face into the crook of Mariona’s neck and latching her fingers into the material of her top. Her tears seemed to be coming faster and faster the longer it went on.

‘Hey hey hey, look! What’s this?’ Mariona had bent over to pinch up the piano Opal had dropped in the process of her fall.

Not being able to resist her curiosity, Opal peaked one eye from Mari’s neck to see what she was holding and instantly snatched away the piano the squish it to her chest.

‘Pano.’ It was all Opal had said as she smooshed it to her cheeks.

‘Wow that’s very nice! Can you show me?’

Opal had simply nodded her head as Mariona sunk to the floor and placed the child on her lap. She really should have seen it coming but Opal “showing Mariona how it works” was really just banging her hands on multiple keys at once, eliciting a horrendous mash up on electronic notes.

‘That was really nice’ Simmy had come up behind Mari to sit next to her on the floor.

‘What?’

‘You didn’t even hesitate to comfort her.’ she had a dopey smile on her face as she watched her two favourite people play together.

‘Oh, you saw that.’

‘Problems are always going to happen babe, especially with a baby, but I know you can handle it.’

Mariona smiled to herself as she looked back down at Opal, feeling just a little bit more secure in herself.

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simbont_

beginning and ending the week with everyone's favourite chicken :) surrounded by my favourite special people

kyracooneyx can't be your FAVOURITES cause im not there

-marcus_bontempelli i second that

stephcatley Don't be fooled! I'm still Calvin's favourite no matter how much he loves your's and Laura's cuddles

-laura_wienrother keep telling everyone that stephie

leahwilliamsonn my little chickie!! autie leah needs her oppie hugs!

katrinagorry10 Harper is missing Opal so bad! Can't wait to see you two soon

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There you guys go! the first instalment of the Mariona series. I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it

As you can see from the masterlist, I have some stories already mapped out but feel free to leave any suggestions for possible little stories. I'd love to hear some suggestions.

[scribe-of-hael]

Wonder what would happen if TFA Optimus got yeeted into earthspark

Y'know it's gonna be funny between an unofficial prime with no holy tits and have no idea why the warlord having beef with Autobots meeting a prime with holy tits who also have history and make peace with megatron the slagmaker

Im so sorry for phrasing it this way it's just funny and my brain isn't braining anymore it's just a jello with lots of shenanigans-

I also love your writing ahaha

I love this so much omg ?

Tfa Optimus in my opinion is basically Orion Pax (in general any orion). Like who I imagine Orion to be before taking the matrix. He is sweet, loyal , brave but is still struggling to be this leader but he's trying his damn hardest to take up the mantle.

ES Optimus would immediately be so drawn to TFa oppi because that's him , literally who he was before, young and not alot of experience. But also sad that this oppi has had to go through so much in such a small time. The losses he has suffered. He feels for him so much.

They are dads btws. This is two big bot dads with dad jokes. A young dad and aolder dad that goes

"I've been at this for years watch and learn ~" //finger guns//

Does the sickest ax move you've ever seen

Tfa like "I WANA DO THAT TO?? TEACH ME PLZ?"

I do think TFA would think ES is a lil goofy but admires who he is and what all he's had to go through to get here. He hopes to be like him one day.

And I know TFa is probs just as big as ES. But funny to think he'd be smaller cause tfa Cons are just HUGE.

Also yes tfa may not have tits for days, BUT THOSE HIPS DONT LIE, #respectthehips lol

Now comes ES Megatron. Oh dear he's not use to this. When comes to the size and the fusion Canon on his arm. Tfa can't help but be uneasy. ES oppi would reassure him that this megs is ok and has changed. Its hard for tfa to wrap his mind around. So he trys to talk with him a little. Tfa oppi is a bit awkward but Megs sees he's trying so agrees.

He's so blown at the different personalities and history they share. Even a bit envious but happy that this Megatron saw the error of his ways and wnates to change. Meanwhile his was stuck as he was,, evil and murderous..

Megs is more than happy to show he's happy to talk. But hearing what tfa megs is like just makes him disgusted, particularly guilty as some traits he used to share maybe even struggles with right now.

But Megs is also like that Dad who's been around is trying turn his life around be there for the kids. Literally lol so Tfa Optimus and these two big boys get along well.

Bonus:

I know the kids would love TFa oppi so much omg. I cry.

I'm also happy you like my writing !!! Thank you so much

[typically-untypical]

A Tattoo For You

AU: Tattoo Shop

CW: Mention of Family Member Death

WC: 1,237

Date: 12/12/2023

The tattoo chair felt more intimidating than Logan expected, but he knew it had less to do with the pain and more to do with the permanence and going against his parents’ expectations. It was amazing how even as a full grown adult he was desperate for his parents approval, something he knew he wasn't likely to get with this particular stunt. However, Logan couldn't help but smile nervously at the man in front of him, his husband of five years. Janus was covered in tattoos, a canvas of artwork that Logan loved to explore. He had helped Logan come to terms with his conflicting feelings around the adornments and Logan had been happy to cherish each piece of ink as if it were special. Including the little octopus Janus had gotten for losing a dare.

Logan's parents had never approved of tattoos. His grandmother was covered in them. She had been a wild child in her youth and she had truly loved and experienced life. Logan's mother had thought the tattoos were tacky, and his father had insisted that tattoos were a great way to destroy one's future. Logan's grandmother had insisted her tattoos were how she had escaped being eaten by a cannibal. 

She had always been strange.

He missed her. He missed her view on life, the way she approached the world, and he missed her guidance.

"She would laugh at your choice in tattoo, and I think she'd really appreciate it," Janus whispered, beginning his preparations. He risked giving Logan's leg a gentle squeeze while his gloves were still off.

"You don't think it's a bit abstract?" It wasn't that Logan needed anyone else to understand why the tattoo was important, but there was part of him that was still worried others would look at him with disgust. He was still fighting his parent's programming even to this day. 

"Even if it is abstract, this tattoo design is very you and she would appreciate that." Janus slid his gloves on after washing his hands, double checking the stencil placement.

Logan also looked down at it, despite being upside down, he could see it clearly. It was a realistic drawing of the opportunity rover and the words "it's getting dark". Logan knew those weren't the actual last words of the opportunity rover, but it was one of the last things his grandmother had said to him before she passed away.

The shadows of the night had taken over the city, and Logan followed his grandmother's gaze to the window. "It's getting dark, jelly baby. I think it's time for you to go home." 

Logan hesitated, not wanting to leave his grandma's side. Something felt important, poignant even. Her house was on his way home from his summer job, and he had taken to stopping by every day before heading to an empty space. His parents were constantly busy, never having time for dinner or a chat after their day, so it was nice to see a familiar face and have a warm meal. Honestly, it was just nice to be by her side. "I don't want to go," Logan whispered, quoting the titular and heart breaking line from his favorite TV show. His grandma just smiled at him.

"My jelly baby, we all have to go at some point." She stood slowly, walking over to him and giving him a hug. "I'll see you tomorrow, but you need to get home before it's too dark out."

He collapsed into her warmth, holding her closely. "Love you, TS." He pulled back, kissing her head before finally letting go. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

"I'll see you tomorrow."

When Logan saw her the next day, it wasn't really her. Sitting in her lounge chair was the body she left behind, the person she was had disappeared. Logan had lost his grandmother on the same day the opportunity rover had gone out of commission. He wasn't a particularly sentimental person, but he hoped there was a heaven, or that his grandmother had found some kind of peace in the end. On the nights when sleep eluded him, he hoped she was out exploring the stars with Oppy, but that was a hope only he and his husband knew about.

"You're handling this tattoo a lot better than most of my clients." Janus pulled him out of his thoughts, no doubts seeing the tears that were streaming down Logan's face. 

"Pain is something I can tolerate," Logan responded, but took in a shuddering breath nonetheless. "However, can we take a quick break?" He had lost track of time and wasn't sure how long Janus had been tattooing him. It must have been a while because the color of the sky had shifted. The reds and oranges of morning were now fading into the lighter blues of day. 

Janus had put down the tattoo gun and taken off his gloves, holding out his hand for Logan. He took it immediately. "You are finally letting me tattoo you, and it's something rather sentimental," Janus let his voice trail off, still holding Logan's hand and squeezing it tightly. There wasn't much either could say about this tattoo, it meant the world to Logan but it was also dangerous territory. He wasn't sure he would ever fully heal from the death of his nan but no matter what, Janus was there by his side. "I love you, Logan." His voice was strong in a way Logan desperately needed and Logan pulled Janus in closer.

"I love you too," he whispered, bringing Janus' hand up to his lips. "Thank you for waiting for me to be ready, for not pushing the idea of me having a tattoo."

"It should always be a choice, and I know you, you think everything through with careful consideration. I also knew when you finally got your tattoo, it would be the most important one I've ever done." The rising sun illuminated Janus, his back shining in a halo of gold. Without Janus, Logan was sure he would still be stuck in his grief but he had his husband, he had his dream job, he had a life his nan would be proud of. 

Logan smiled, giving Janus another quick squeeze of his hand before slowly pulling back. 

He was ready again.

"More important than Remus' transition tattoo."

Janus went to wash his hands and put on a fresh pair of gloves. "More important than Remus' transition tattoo, just don't tell him that. I think he'd be offended." They both knew that Remus wouldn't care he would just act offended. All three of them knew how important this tattoo was to Logan.

Looking down at the half finished ink, Logan flexed his hand. His grandma had been his world, and she had never gotten the chance to meet Janus. He hoped she understood that he took her advice and chose his partner well. He had been meticulous. He had had so many walls that he genuinely believed no one would ever break them down.

Allowing his eyes to slide up to his husband who was carefully putting on his new gloves, making sure everything was sanitized, Logan knew. This man who had carefully deconstructed every safeguard Logan had put around his heart... 

His nan would have approved.

She would have liked Janus and having him be the one to do her dedication tattoo.

She would have liked that too.

@tsspromptmonth

[cillianmesoftlyy]

☆ Hiiiii. I'm trying to brush up on my writing after being out of the game for a while. I'm 21+, and require my partners to be the same. Especially as I tend to dabble into sexual themes. But if expressed, we don't have to write nsfw! I prefer my partners to be on semi-regularly, and reply at least once a week as I hold myself to the same standard. ☆

I consider myself semi-literate and use discord exclusively. I can go above the 2000 word limit sometimes but I can also adjust to my partners writing and do quick fire. I write in third person only. I’ve been craving to write dark(er) themes and just generally craving to obsess over characters again. I’m happy to double up and we can discuss more pairings further. I’m not that fussy. I am not ghost friendly so if you’re the type to ghost please do not interact however I understand life gets busy, I will always let you know if I'm busy/can’t respond so please do the same. I love ooc chats, sharing TikToks, posts pictures that remind me of the storyline or characters. Or just even day to day life.

I'm craving Thomas Shelby to be paired with my sunshine female OC, I have a storyline in mind, but I'm open to every and anything when it comes to his character.

Also craving some Oppie!Cillian storylines. I have a few female oc's that I could see him paired with, as well as my sunshine female oc. Like this and I'll reach out to you :)

[aphroditeslover11]

Thinking In Numbers

Oppie x Reader

A/N: as always, based on Cillian Murphy’s very fictional depiction of Oppie, if you don’t want to read it I’m not forcing to and if you do then please feel free to stick around.

This is the response to the poll from the other day, handling some problems arising from the couple’s age gap.

Warnings: mentions fo alcohol, age gap, world’s mildest angst with a happy ending!

You had been on his arm at a lot of fundraising events recently, trying to raise money for the causes that he supported, which meant that you had been spending a lot of time with Robert’s circle of friends. They were all amazing and very interesting people, the conversation was always incredible and you loved them, but you couldn’t help feeling a little like a fish out of water. You were only a philosophy student, in a sea of seasoned academics.

The first time that you really started to notice the difference in your ages was at the end of the summer semester. Both the staff and the students were organising parties and you didn’t know whether you should go and celebrate the end of term with your friends or go and have a far more civilised send-off for the holidays with Robert and the professors. For him there had never been any question that you would accompany him, despite your age he always perceived you as being too mature and sensible to enjoy the parties of your fellow students. He assumed that you were exactly like him at your age, unbelievably introverted and not seeing the point in all of the chaos. You did as he expected of you, and it was a lovely evening with the help of a few of Oppie’s martinis, but you had ended up following him towards the physics faculty who were now having a conversation that you had no chance of understanding. When you got home that night you called your friend’s house, making sure that she had got home from the student celebrations.

“You don’t have to worry about me y/n,” she chuckled, clearly under the influence.

“Did you have a good night?”

“Yeah, the boys decided that it would be a good idea to to try and raid the chemistry stock room so we ended up with impromptu fireworks, it was quite a show actually. One of them nearly blew himself up, but I think he’s alright now.”

“God, I wish I could have been there.”

“How was your evening?”

“Not too bad, it was nice to spend the evening with Robert but he ended up in a corner with the physics department so I was left to my own devices. He expects it of me though so I just do it for him. I’m sure you had a better evening than me.” Little did you know that Oppie was walking past the semi-open door, and heard every word that you were saying.

~

The next day you went back to the campus to pick up some books from the library that you wanted to look at over the summer. You bumped into a few of the boys that you had met over the year, all part way through their degrees just like you.

“How was the party with the old boys club y/n?” One of them asked.

“It was quite fun actually, a lot of interesting conversations. They aren’t all old men, you know.”

“Oppie’s alright, the rest of them can be a bit of a drag,” this came from Luke, who you knew took one of your boyfriend’s classes.

“I heard about your antics with the fireworks, I’m amazed that you’re all still in one piece. I’d take a drag over a near death experience!” You tried to joke back, though it was true that you would rather have spent the evening with them.

“Come on, why don’t you come out with us tonight, live a little. Do you want to be old before your time?” It was then that you felt a familiar arm wrapping around your waist. Looking to your side you were met with Robert, his face with the usual soft smile it wore whenever he saw you.

“Why’s she going to be old Luke?” He questioned, humouring the lads. He was closer with his students than many of the other lecturers at Berkeley and they felt that they could have a little banter with him as a result.

“All of the time that she…” Luke started.

“…Spends sitting at home reading books when I could be out with them.” You quickly cut him off, Robert didn’t need to be involved in this. Luke gave you a bizarre look and carried on talking to his professor, but you could tell that said professor was unsatisfied. Not long later, as you were walking away, he started questioning you.

“My love, what didn’t you want me to hear Luke saying back there?” You were walking back to his office to collect the papers he had left before heading to New Mexico for the summer.

“If you want the truth, they were teasing me for spending so much time with the faculty. It was all in good fun.” Oppie paused for a moment.

“It is true that you don’t spend much time with your own friends though. I have to admit that I heard you on the phone the other night, I never thought that I might have been pressuring you into anything, but I can understand now that I have.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to spend time with your friends, I really do. Sometimes I just feel like I want to do the sorts of things that normal students do.”

“Darling, why didn’t you say any of this earlier?”

“I didn’t want to make things awkward or make you to feel obligated to do anything that you didn’t want to do.” Robert sighed softly at that, turning and taking your face in his hands, looking down at you.

“My love, you can always tell me anything. You are too caring for your own good sometimes, you know that? This is my fault, I shouldn’t have been so shortsighted, so its up to me to make it up to you.”

“Robert, you don’t have to…”

“This weekend we’ll stay here, we’ll have some people over to the apartment, your people, and we’ll do whatever you want for an evening. You know what, I can clear out for the evening and leave you in peace if you like.” He could tell from your smile that you had other ideas.

“Or you could stay and join in with the madness, you do owe me afterall and I think you could make it up to me by proving to Luke that you aren’t an old man. Maybe then he’ll stop taking the mick out of me.”

“I could probably do with a good shafting anyway,” he acquiesced. “So, will you forgive me for being so hopeless.”

“Only if you cover up the raid the boys did the other day on the chemistry department.”

“What raid?”

“They have a habit of setting off homemade fireworks at parties.”

“They are not setting off fireworks in my house…” You stood on your toes then, closing the gap to silence him with a kiss.

“Dr Oppenheimer, my party, my rules!”

[salty-an-disco]

hihi!! if its not a bother, some "skeptunist" life questions from 6, 9, 2, 13, and 14! :D really interested in this ship.

Not a bother at all!! I'm always happy to answer asks about my ships, ask game or not :]

Ship Questions Redux

(these are all from the 'Domestic Life' section)

6. Do they have any pets?

Skeptic is definitely a cat-person, and because having cute pets makes you appear more positively in others' eyes, Oppy is not at all against having a cat. I think they'd have a siamese one. Not sure why, just vibes.

9. How do they celebrate holidays?

Both Skeptic and Oppy are the kinda people to have calenders with important days marked, and in an AU where they're living in the outside world, they'd definitely want to celebrate the local holidays to learn more about this world's culture/mingle with others.

Gift-giving holidays are both very exciting and a source of stress for Oppy (too many chances to perform a social faux pass). Skeptic is also very fond of local festivals, especially ones in small towns, and drags Oppy with him, forcing the guy to turn off the Showman/Conman Attitude till the end of the day.

13. Do they have any "couple traditions", or family traditions?

At least once a month, they'll both stay put for the day and drop all masks. This includes Skeptic's need to appear 'put together' and be in control of every single thing going on and everything about Oppy.

14. Who is the one who always says "I don't know" when the other asks where they want to eat?

Oppy's penchant for staying on the fence can only be rivaled by Skeptic's decision paralysis. They'll be trapped in a Indecisiveness Limbo for hours on end if no one intervenes.

[brandwhorestarscream]

Reincarnation AU because I feel like there's some more chaos we can spawn with this AU beyond G1 thinking baby Prowl is sickly and G1 Starscream being a happy boi that baby/TFA Starscream is beeg. (Also, for people who are entering with no context, mama is G1 version and baby is TFA version.)

G1 Skywarp having TFA/baby Skywarp, who is terrified all the time and mama Skywarp has no idea what to do to make the baby not scared. Keeping the baby away from sharp pointy things seem to do the trick, along with really soft stuff like fluffy blankets and plushies that look like bunnies and turtles. Mama Skywarp doesn't understand why baby Skywarp likes turtles (especially that one purple turtle plushie he found that one time), but he isn't complaining.

Jazz being smacked when he gets baby Jazz, who isn't as sickly looking as baby Prowl but still kinda thin, if a bit more curvy. Mama Jazz now being protective of his child, now understanding Prowl's worries with his baby, but Jazz is a bit more lenient compared to Prowl when it comes to snow and weird weather.

Bee getting even more guilt when baby Bumblebee gets out of him cuz the baby is very precious to him and starts to understand mama Prowl's fury when mama Bee accidentally lets baby Bee get sick from the snow. Mama Bumblebee definitely isn't as strict as mama Prowl, but pays better attention to baby Bee. Bee would rather not be on the bad side of Ratchet (or the Command Trine) again.

Soundwave looking at bitty Soundwave and is just like "uh..." because give him a baby cassette and he's good, but give him an actual bitty and he has zero idea on what to do. He tries to hand the baby off to Starscream, but baby Soundwave doesn't like being away from mama Soundwave and makes his complaints very loud when mama isn't near. Starscream says that his trine will help, but are not baby Soundwave's main care takers. Mama Soundwave agrees. Ravage, Laserbeak, and the other cassettes find this hilarious.

For some reason, no one expected Optimus to also be a mama, and baby Oppy looks at everyone and everything with such an innocent curiosity they actively have to make sure that baby Oppy doesn't puppy eyes his way into a room he isn't supposed to be in. That ends up happening a lot since mama Optimus is trying to keep his baby out of the war and his spark breaks whenever he sees his baby terrified of something he shouldn't fear but now does due to the continuing war. Mama Optimus remembers clearly when baby Optimus somehow found his way onto the battlefield because someone fell for puppy eyes and had to watch Megatron tear off Optimus's arm with a spray of Energon blood. The baby wouldn't eat Energon without crying for a week and starts crying whenever mama Optimus goes out to fight Megatron. He has to promise to the baby that he'll return, but he has a feeling that one day his baby will watch him go out into the battlefield and never see his carrier alive again.

Uh... that got sad really quickly.

Swindle looking at baby Swindle and is basically reacting with a mix between "what the fuck" and "look at how cute is he c'mon Brawl look at how adorable that little face is". The other Combaticons are confused as hell, but take it in stride because baby Swindle is hecking adorable. Baby Swindle likes taking naps on any of the Combaticons, but loves sleeping next to mama Swindle's spark. They don't really know how to take care of a baby, but somehow manage to get their servos on some sparkling caring guides, which Starscream considers an improvement next to the absolute nothing Soundwave had to start.

That's all the ideas I have right now. Maybe I'll be back later with more.

Publishing this ask cuz I have nothing to add except to say yes, all of this is canon