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[suckmybearings]

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No one is safe. Not even Optimus Prime.

[voraciouslyindulgent]

@atlas-ordained

"Why, I am frankly surprised by your score, Optimus. Either I am too predictable, or you are more sympathetic to the Decepticon Cause than I'd anticipated."

[voraciouslyindulgent]

@atlas-ordained @autobotmedic

SNOW ANGEL☃️❄️

[legattus]

🐈 “This little one crawled under me for shelter when I was parked by the roadside. I do not think it has a home, and I do not feel I am appropriately equipped to care for it at this time.” The kitten is extremely tiny in Optimus's large palm, and appears still damp from the rain outside, despite the Autobot leader's earlier attempts to dry it with the temperature control system in his cabin. “It is so small and fragile, I fear I will injure it.”

(for Fowler, from my Optimus sideblog @atlas-ordained if that's okay?)

Acts of affection (platonic edition ) | @atlas-ordained | Status: Open

There were a few perks to being aware of the multiverse, one of them is that when Optimus Prime comes up to you despite being MIA you knew that there was likely some multiverse shenanigans afoot. The downside was the amount of paperwork that was involved in such an encounter, to get ready for the logs.

Very carefully he takes the kitten from the Prime, and tucks it into the front pocket of his jacket so that the little thing can get warm while he figured out what to do with it. He certainly couldn't take it home with him considering the presence of the dogs.

"Thanks Prime, I'll make sure it gets to the proper people to take care of."

[medicuum]

“Sanitatem.” Optimus intoned the name itself as a greeting, his tone serious but not harsh. “I wish to speak with you.”

While she certainly didn't know for certain when he was going to reach out to her, the heads up that she had gotten from Silas was enough to mentally prepare herself for the..discussion that Prime no doubt had in mind for her. Sure enough, when he contacted her, she wasn't as surprised as she might have been under different circumstances.

"Of course, sir. I take it this is about Silas..?"

@iacon-stargazer @atlas-ordained

[wardogxicarus]

🗡️ (atlas-ordained)

Meme [x] | Character Danger | @atlas-ordained

//ooc: Rereading the meme does confuse me on the wording, so I'm going to say what my opinion of your (or listed) muses would be rated at. :3 Optimus Prime Raw power | ★★★★ Formal Training | ★★★★ Combat experience | ★★★★★ Willingness to kill | ★★ Previous victims | ★★★★ Optimus is a power house. He has wartime experience and knows how to kill and how to obliterate. Being a faction leader in a brutal civil war means he absolutely has a long body count. Yet even then, he seems the sort that will only kill if he has to. He'd rather disable/knock out before ending lives. He will kill if pressed, though.

[goddess-moth]

@atlas-ordained pm’ed for a starter with Mothra

Perched on one of the few man-made structures capable of holding her size, Mothra watched the bustling metropolis below her, where droves of tiny lives fled the building she’d taken for the time being. Vehicles with flashing lights crowded the streets, and small, metal objects began to circle her in the air. She watched them curiously, head slightly tilted. She could sense the panic permeating the city, but she was also very comfortable on her perch, where the sun was an even bake across the length of her massive wings.

She gave them a rustle, and caused quite the strong gust. Ever since the battle with the One of Too Many Heads and her subsequent rebirth, she has decided to visit humanity every once in a while, just so they haven’t forgotten she was around. There have also been oddities occurring around the planet she called home. The last thing Earth needed was more alien invaders.

Thus, she waited. She was quite certain a creature foreign to the world she protected was residing here.

[balladofbots]

@atlas-ordained replied to your post “@warbidden said: hey buckethead guess ...”

Optimus is equally baffled. "What is ligma?" It's not in his database. He'll have to research it later.

     “You are the one who protects and socializes with the strange fleshlings, why are you asking me?”

[ask-smokescreen]

@atlas-ordained: “Smokescreen. Are you unoccupied now? I would like to try that, ah... ‘drive-through’.”

OH NO

Smokescreen leans over, tank aching, as another egg forms. Maybe if he just ignores it, it will make this less awkward. At least this should be the last one.

"Of course, Optimus! I would be happy to go on a drive. Just... give me a minute to clean out my interior, okay?"

[ask-smokescreen]

“No, I get that! Which one? Which one’s your favorite, sir? There’s so many good colors... I could try putting them all in?”

“It is, isn’t it? They seem so sweet, I wanted to make one for you as soon as I found the pattern.”

@ask-smokescreen replied:

"You love the colors of the sky? Got it, sir... As for mittens, they are pieces of knit clothing humans make to keep their servos from freezing. I know it's not all that practical, but I wanted to try my hand at making some for you!"

∾.❖.∾

“... Indeed. I am partial to this particular cyclical period, but skies are capable of forming many wonderful shades.

“That is interesting. I do not believe my servos are in any danger of freezing, but I do wish to support your creativity.”

[suckmybearings]

@atlas-ordained

[voraciouslyindulgent]

♡ (Tarn, for @atlas-ordained)

Send "♡" for my muses to confess something they love about yours | ACCEPTING

Tarn was silent for some time, not out of a lack of thoughts to express, but because speaking generously of the Prime was still strange after eons of war with the Autobots. Even stranger was the fact the Traitor was now undeserving of his praise.

"Optimus is patient, and perhaps more subdued than I would have expected, but I have not met him on the battlefield. Anyone who can hold their own against Lord Megatron is undeniably a fierce warrior." He began diplomatically, a pensive air about him.

"He is well-spoken and sensitive of mind. That is not to imply he is easily offended, but only that he is keen and sharp, with a kindness to not wound with his words, even in honesty. I enjoy conversing with him, which is certainly a surprise, given our respective alignments. The Lord of the Cybertron I now serve has pardoned the enemy, but it is one thing to accept them into Decepticon society, and another to discuss the Cause with someone who'd led the charge against the Empire. I suppose I have no grounds on which to question my association with him, given my courtship with an Autobot, but my acquaintanceship with the Prime is unexpected nonetheless, though it is not unwelcome."

[autobotmedic]

atlas-ordained​:

∾.❖.∾

     Optimus leaned into his touches, optics shuttering briefly before opening again to gaze at his bondmate. Something in his spark responded to the memory of loss that passed through Ratchet’s and rippled with gentle understanding love, reassuring with a silent I know… I am here now.

     Optics shuttered again as he smiled into the nuzzling kiss, arms wrapping around to hold him fully, leaning their forehelms together once Ratchet withdrew. “Perhaps we may be lucky enough to spark one of our own one day,” he said in response. It was a rare occurrence, enough that it was perhaps naive as a fantasy, but… it was nevertheless an appealing one. He would by lying if he said he did not miss little Comet himself. Perhaps if they decided they were truly certain they could consider some of the coding and modifications around the spark chamber that could aid in increasing the chances… though even that did not grant certainty of kindling to every couple. Still, both of them had stronger than average sparks, so even a natural kindling seemed not an impossibility given a few hundred vorn.

     Regardless, he would give it a few decacycles before mentioning it if Ratchet did not bring it up first. For now attention turned back to his bonded, and giving him another nuzzle along a few soft kisses to his cheek. “You make an excellent caretaker regardless.” Then a kiss to his audial. “And I love you.” Because that was always true.

     Ratchet’s spark held onto the assurance, responding with a layer of affection, especially after he was held. And at Optimus’ suggestion, clear interest followed, reflected out into his field in addition to their bond.

     “Considering the... supernatural strength and love contained in one of our sparks--” he smiled and spoke in quiet volume, a servo resting against the center of Optimus’ chasis, “--I think that is a plausible possibility.” The smile shifted to a grin upon receiving kisses and his audials dropped back a notch.

     I love you too, the doctor’s heart returned, affectionate warmth increasing in their sparkbond. And soon, hints of curiosity began to surface among waves of amour. “... However, at present, I am no longer.. distracted. We could, turn in early, and I could give you my undivided attention.” Smooth digits grazed along Optimus’ plating, from his chest down to the silver lining along his waist. “.. If you’re interested.” Optical ridges arched as he awaited an answer.

[balladofbots]

@atlas-ordained said:

*Optimus Prime stares judgmentally*

     “...”

     “What, I haven’t done anything in the last joor.”

[suckmybearings]

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The image filenames are horseratchet.png & howtofeedhorseratchet.png

[voraciouslyindulgent]

// ⛈️ acid rain sounds fun ajgfdgh ( @atlas-ordained )

Send ⛈️ to get stuck in acid rain on Cybertron or a storm on Earth with Tarn

New Kaon seldom rained. Unlike its namesake in the bygone days of old, where thick fumes of pollution often condensed into showers of acid that lasted for days, the revived city now enjoyed plentiful light and clear sky. However, a planet left in ruins for millennia did not recover quickly, and weather could be unpredictable. Tarn could not recall a time where rain fell upon New Kaon for all the years he's been here, and he couldn't help but wonder if this were an omen.

Still, there was a certain beauty to be admired from a city in rain. The streets gleamed to reflect the light of lamps and signs. The even rustling of raindrops added a Gaussian haze to the otherwise clean lines of grand architecture. Looking through glass at the cityscape was akin to watching an impressionistic painting in motion. Every once in a while, headlights passed by, wheels driving through shallow streams that washed into the drainage system of the city.

Hardier frames could easily withstand the mild acidity, but Tarn thought it bad manners to invite an esteemed guest of the Empire for a tour under the rain. For now, he opted to wait in the lobby of city hall, and made use of the couches set up in cozy groupings to entertain the Prime of another universe.

"Please forgive my lack of foresight for a day of rain. Ambassador Nightfall is by far a better host, but she is preoccupied with meetings in Iacon." And as far as he knew, Prowl's slow recovery did not allow for easy rescheduling, especially when the said meeting required the attendance of several high-ranking Autobot officials. "Might I interest you in glass of refined energon? I happen to be in possession of a bottle from the distillery of Quantum. I do not know if he had a counterpart in your universe, but in mine, he was quite celebrated." The ancient vintner had already been struggling to survive day by day before the war had begun. He did not last for long once it had, and thus his brews became all the rarer.