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[artbysarf]

The Moth and the Lizard are married actually

[bibliophilesince2003]

Oplita Oneshot

This is based off of Transformers One. I've been itching to write something wholesome, and I absolutely adore Optimus and Elita as a couple. Normally, I put my writing on Wattpad. Then again, those are usually full-length stories. It just made sense to do this particular oneshot here. Perhaps I'll do more oneshots of my favorite fandoms in the future.

So, yeah, this is for my fellow die-hard Oplita fans.

Also... this takes place after the ending of Transformers One, maybe a few months or so after the ending. Sorry, I'm not sure what a month is in cybertronian terms; Google was unhelpful. If you have not seen Transformers One in its entirety, this one shot may not be as impactful as it could be.

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Optimus ducked as he walked past the door frame, mumbling to himself. His eyes were glued to the data disks in his hands; he had grabbed far too many. A few dropped to the ground. He bent to pick them up, but only lost more in the process. Optimus shook his head and resorted to sitting on the ground, spreading out the data. Now he could read them better, though some of the works and markings were faded and illegible. He grunted, his legs getting in the way. Being taller and bulkier had its advantages in battle, but he couldn't exactly crawl through vents like he used to. Bee had joked that perhaps the Matrix of Leadership had a "switch" for shrinking, but Elita said that size didn't matter. Then, she promptly added, stupidity was sure to remain.

He was glad he didn't intimidate her, even after becoming a prime. Her suggestion to "adapt" to sudden change was both firm and helpful, though harsh. Now, it settled deep in his spark, and he began to overthink. What if he didn't adapt? Would she think less of him?

A memory flashed through his mind, eliminating his worries about Eilta. He may have been dying, but he remembered catching a glimpse of Elita leaning towards the edge of the well when he fell. It was both shocking and endearing, but he was glad Bee yanked her back. It warmed his heart before pain overtook it, pain so great that it rendered him unconscious. He hadn't mentioned it to her, and he didn't think he ever would. It would be a secret to hold on to, at least for the time being.

Optimus was so engrossed in his work he didn't hear the automatic doors open. When footfalls finally reached his ears, Optimus scrambled and gathered up the data disks to the best of his ability. Elita and a few of her soldiers in training turned the corner and walked down the hall. Elita put her hands on her hips.

"And here is our leader, on the ground and sorting through old data disks like a desperate scavenger. Don't worry; he's tougher than he looks."

"That's reassuring," said one of the trainees; a pink and white female cybertronian.

Optimus cleared his throat, gave a lop-sided grin, and backed up. He dumped the data disks on a table and apologized, though it was mostly for Elita's sake. When he returned to the group, Elita gave him an amused look, but waved a hand in front of the trainees.

"This is Arcee, Smoke, and Cliffjumper. It's part of their training to visit the archives. A tactical warrior is just as powerful as a physically strong one."

"Wheeljack was part of your training program, wasn't he?" Optimus asked.

Elita rolled her eyes, and Cliffjumper answered for her, holding back a laugh. "He got bored."

"He joked about starting his own group; a group that didn't mind going the extreme," Smoke said.

He paused, then added to his statement. "Maybe it wasn't a joke."

"It definitely wasn't a joke," Arcee said.

"I'll have a talk with him later," Elita said, and Optimus nodded.

He stared at the wall just above their heads, lost in thought. Elita straightened.

"You ok?" she asked.

"What?" Optimus snapped out of it. "Oh, I'm fine."

Elita turned to address her trainees. "Meal break. Get your energon and look over some of the data this place has to offer that you think will benefit you. I want you at the station in a couple of hours; no sooner, no later. Got it?"

They nodded and obeyed; heading down the hall and turning the corner. Silence fell as their chattering grew distant.

"I said I was fine," Optimus said, attempting a laugh.

It sounded hollow.

"What's wrong, Pax?"

Optimus' shoulders dropped in surrender. When she called him that, he always felt inclined to answer, as if he were a miner under her command again. "Pax" or "Orion" would only come from her, though, and she never used it in front of others. He was to be Optimus Prime to everyone else; a title that carried authority and a great deal of weight. All cybertronian citizens were aware that their life could never be the same; many were expected to train. Really, he wasn't the only one experiencing change.

"I don't know if I can do this," Optimus blurted, clenching his fists.

"You're going to have to be more specific," Elita said.

"I'm a prime, but I've never led. I'm expected to fight in a war that hasn't begun but haunts the future. I think we both know Megatron will be back; he will want to take my place. Maybe he should."

Elita sighed and took Optimus' hand. "Come on."

Dazed, Optimus nodded. They walked down the hall and through various rooms. Neither of them let go, fingers tightly intertwined.

"Find a place where we can talk, Pax. I haven't broken in here like you have."

"Commander's orders," Optimus said, picking up the pace.

They entered a dimly lit, musky room. Elita coughed, letting go of Optimus' hand to wave her hand in front of her face. "Couldn't you have picked a better place?"

"The worst places are often the best places," Optimus said.

"Is this vagueness going to be regular thing, now? I hate it."

Optimus braced his back against a shelving unit, though it didn't contain very many data disks. With a grunt he gave a few hard shoves, and the shelving unit moved to reveal a broken door that led to a precarious platform overlooking Iacon.

"Is this how you would get in?" Elita asked, coming closer to observe.

"No; there were more dangerous entry points with small ventilation systems. I got stuck for a full twenty minutes, once."

"And to think... if you had just stayed there, we could have avoided all this chaos."

"What... and have Cybertron miss this charm?" Optimus motioned to himself.

Elita rolled her eyes, but Optimus caught a small smile. He backed up, letting her go first, and Elita stepped onto the platform and approached the edge. She leaned forward, and Optimus sucked in an inward breath, squeezing past the door frame. She sat at the edge, legs dangling. As soon as Optimus sat beside her, she spoke.

"You won't know how to lead."

Great. Another one of her "encouraging" pep talks. Elita turned her head and waited until Optimus locked eyes with her.

"What I mean is... leading can never be mastered," Elita said. "So, you need to act like you have it all figured out. Voice your fears with the ones you trust, but don't put them on public display. You're right; Megatron is out there somewhere, plotting your demise."

"I don't like the thought of preparing citizens for war," Optimus said.

"It has to be done. The few already capable fighters we have don't stand a chance."

"I know."

"We have to win," Elita said.

Silence fell. They could both agree on that. Elita put a hand on his shoulder.

"You are nothing like Megatron."

"I... try to envision him as he was. He was my greatest friend, Elita. And yet, anyone is capable of betrayal."

"You may doubt yourself, but I would never betray you. Even when I seemed your enemy, yelled at you, and -"

"Punched me in the face?" Optimus offered.

"Yes, even then, I never hated you. You were just... too ambitious and eager for my taste."

"Interesting," Optimus said, looking upwards in thought.

Elita laughed and knocked him in the shoulder, and Optimus gasped dramatically and fell, rolling closer to the edge of the platform.

"I thought you would stop punching me," Optimus groaned, finally sitting up when Elita's eyes widened, no doubt worried he might fall, or perhaps having PTSD of when he had, in fact, fallen.

"Oh, come on! That wasn't a punch," Elita said.

Optimus laughed and stood up, offering a hand. Elita took it, and he helped her up.

"What were you doing rifling through the data disks, anyway?"

"I'm trying to find what remains of Alpha Trion's wisdom. The Matrix of Leadership offers many surprises, but I'm without a mentor. I wish he were here."

"You have everything and everyone you need," Elita said.

Optimus dipped his head, and Elita placed her hands on either side of his face, lifting it back up. "I expect you to be on the training grounds this afternoon. Maybe you can convince Wheeljack to join the group."

"Would they listen to me?"

"You have an axe for a hand. How could they not?"

Optimus laughed, and Elita lowered her hands, nodding in satisfaction.

"Thanks, Elita."

"Any time, Pax."

[unicornpopcorn14]

Ppl don't realize that if you want to write skk's dynamic properly, just picture a cat vs dog fiasco and run with that.

They are the definition of black cat and golden retriever energy. It's literally canon.

(Oda describes Dazai as a burnt black cat. Chuuya gets called a dog every other episode he's in. Asagiri isn't even trying to hide that fact.)

And while I think Chuuya's got more of a chihuahua energy than anything, it doesn't erase the original point of this being my go-to drive force whenever I write them.

Dazai's upset? Think of what your cat would do. Sulk and ignore, give you the silent treatment, either avoid you at all costs or confront you with bared claws and an intent to destroy, depending on the situation.

Chuuya feeling threatened? Let him growl or snarl, bare his teeth, lunge squarely at whoever's imposing the threat. Let him be possessive of who he's protecting, let him be vocal and the loudest person in the room.

What happens when a cat and a dog clash? Yeah, exactly. Disaster.

Yet at the end of the day, when their energies dissipate, you'll find them cuddling with each other, asleep with no care in the world, because they're together.

You're literally writing about a black cat and a ginger Chihuahua, skk writers!!!

[milkbreadtoast]

(OC) boyfriends..... 🤭🧡💜

[cheeseburger443]

Today's Frollo sketch~

[julissart]

Special delivery 💛💚

Ko-Fi

[stormcallart]

thought i was gonna be an astarion girlie all the way but then here comes this giant boulder of an elf with a heart of gold and arms like tree trunks.

[kelongt]

There is no heterosexual explanation for rich and Jeff's relationship

[wigglebox]

Suptober Extended [x] - Day 16 || Crossover [inspo]

[m-for-musings]

Halsin x Minthara Fanfiction Masterlist

Here is a list of fanfictions of this rare (and crack) ship I love so much. I dug them all from AO3, some of them are mine (forgive the weird phrases, english is not my mother tongue).

You Know It Isn't Love - Halsin and Minthara take the Dryad test at the circus

The Bear Cage - Halsin, Minthara and Abdirak have a threesome BDSM fun (NSFW)

And There Was Only One Bedroll - Self-explanatory name (this one is mine) SFW

Sharing - Halsin and Minthara are tentmates (this one inspired me to write the previous one - SFW)

Now Lie in it - Tav convinces Halsin to stay despite Minthara (SFW)

deluge - Minthara gets Halsin out of the rain (SFW)

Something Wicked This Way Comes - Explores the relationship dynamics of those two, inspired me to write the next one (SFW)

Spider's Lyre - Minthara domme/Halsin sub (NSFW)

Whispers in the Dark - Fight that ends up in sex, also mine (NSFW)

Pet - This one requires a browser tradutor (NSFW)

Bearing it All - Halsin has humiliation kink (NSFW)

Honey Webbing - (my current WIP, not sure if it will turn NSFW or not. Here's the AO3 link to it, if you prefer reading there)

Edit: Honey Webbing is definetely turning NSFW.

(this shit became too long for keeping it at roman numerals, it would start to become silly)

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[demidruidart]

₊˚.☆ A Star from the Sky ☆. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

Guess who took forever to post because college is a thing, and so is work, lol. But I got it done anyway, and I'm pretty happy with it, so here is my version of Babe~, who I've named Ember or E for short :]

‎‧₊˚✧ ☆ Babe headcannons because they are silly ☆ ✧˚₊‧

☆ Any pronouns but prefer more neutral or fem terms

☆ Bisexual/Demiromantic and genderqueer

☆ Trilingual (English, Filipino, Spanish)

☆ Love language: words of affirmation (won't say no to a snuggle, tho)

☆ Alt/romantic/fairy/mall goth ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

☆ Is a tattoo artist and cosplays for fun (taught herself how to sew and embroider)

☆ Surprisingly bubbly but quiet

☆ Made and has worn a Miku bender

☆ Plushie collector (Asher gave them plague doctor couple plushies

☆ Them, Amanda and Darlin love doing each other's nails :]

☆ Wears a pronoun bracelet with swappable beads (pink for she/her, purple for they/them, blue he/him, and yellow for any)

☆ Always has candy on her person.

☆ Learned ASL/FSL as his mom is deaf, and they have auditory processing issues (They are learning SSL)

☆ goth gf (partner) x golden retriever gamer bf

˚☽˚｡⋆‎‧₊˚✧ Design Notes ✧˚₊‧ ˚☽˚｡⋆

☆ Has an undercut and purple box dye

☆ freckles and moles galore *ੈ✩‧₊˚

☆ Piercings: nipple piercings (bars), navel pricing, septum piercing, snake bites, orbital, lobe/upper lobe, and helix.

☆ They have two half sleeves and a handful of small individual tattoos.

☆ The jade choker collar is a birthday gift from Asher. The moon necklace is a gift from Angel.

☆ Wedding ring is a moon in a gold sun with a star in the middle set with a small amethyst set in silver

☆ Wears glasses and has a cane and compression socks as a mobility aids because joint pain is a bitch

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[riddles-n-games]

Gray may currently give off black cat energy but as soon as he falls for his Queen of Hearts, he's gonna be the golden retriever in the relationship no matter how much he downplays it. And Lyra ain't a black cat, no, she's a straight up calico.

[columbiastapshoes]

happy pride month to these two fuckers.

[syntheticsystem]

How do you think Thrawn would react to Eli giving him a baby Ysalamiri ? (Btw I love your writing)

greetings, and thank you for commenting on my writing! I'm grateful for every reader and genuinely honoured that someone would choose to spend their time engaging with my fics. so, thank you :)

secondly, thrawn <3 eli <3 ysalamiri <3 how do I think thrawn would react? with LOVE and ADORATION, how else! he would shower his new child in affection and attention — so much so that eli might end up feeling a little neglected, bless him...

like, I feel for the first few weeks, thrawn's gonna be talking about this thing like a first-time parent. people will be avoiding him left right and centre because you just know he's gonna show you a reel of photos and get in-depth about everything the creature's doing. eli might soon regret his decision... especially when he sees thrawn with the ysalamir 24/7, to the extent that they cannot even get a moment in private.

I also think eli would be content to give the ysalamir a simple, straightforward name (idk... sal the ysalamir or something...) but thrawn would proceed to spend days agonising over the Right Name. probably ends up choosing something strange, convoluted, and difficult to pronounce. possibly something that honours lysatran history, myths, etc. (eli is hesitant to approve).

nobody else will call the ysalamir by this name. eli's (simpler) suggestion would've already stuck for the crew of the chimaera.

also, it's canon that thrawn likes (fine, 'has use for') ysalamiri, so it isn't a super radical headcanon, but: reptile dad thrawn. he's the guy chilling on public transport with a snake round his neck. him and his reptilian children staring people down and being accidentally intimidating — that means a lot to me.

now, what I think would be funny is if eli was distinctly Not A Reptile Guy. can't stand their texture, can't stand their diets (like pinkie mice, cockroaches, etc.) whereas thrawn no qualms whatsoever. maybe eli was even raised to be wary of reptiles, growing up on lysatra (could be they have some equivalent to the cottonmouth in the southeast-ish US). he would still give thrawn the ysalamir because knowing it would make thrawn happy outweighs his personal ick about reptiles. honestly, maybe he's a bird person... but that's for a different ask.

all that to say: thrawn would be the most considerate parent to this ysalamir (to everyone else's detriment), and be very grateful to eli. unfortunately, this sets him on course to becoming Reptile Dad, while eli has to settle in as his reluctant, but supportive bf.

to demonstrate: eli catching thrawn in the corridors with his ysalamir.

okay, that was a long and silly/lighthearted take on the question! I hope you don't mind, anon. I enjoyed answering (even if I once again gave it too much thought), so thanks for sending the ask!

[wiidoodles]

Savarem siblings......

[safirefire]

if you want a lighthearted sapphic romance featuring a touch starved workaholic who is forced to cohabitate with a professional cuddler because it was a condition of her father’s will when leaving them a building, you should try Just a Touch Away by Jae it’s giving major supercorp vibes