#dreadop

[staticnonapus]

About your Dreadwing and Optimus post

A follow up to that can be threesome with Megatron that shows Dreadwing just how rough ha can be when using Optimus

Dreadwing gets to see just how much of a spike slut OP is and gets to frag him again while watching the Prime get spit roasted on his and Megatron's spike

Or maybe one Descepticon gets one hole and they do him like that? Could do both one after the other 👀

Either way Optimus ends up as a fragged out mess covered in transfluid (he loves it)

Hgnnnnn Optimus getting railed by his decepticon bfs…

He was expecting a sensual bonding session when he proposed this offer, secretly hoping dreadwing would change his mind and join the autobots.

When megaton showed up things went wrong quickly. He was pinned down and his panel ripped off. Megaton dug those claws into his valve fragging him open. The loud obscene noise of dripping lubricant made his face heat up. The surprise quickly turned into lust, especially with Dreadwing watching him as he got violated. None of this should happen, but somehow he’s excited and turned on.

Megaton being the menace he was held op’s legs spread and high up as he fragged into him. Forcing Optimus to stay fully exposed while getting pounded into oblivion. Dreadwing’s hard spike pressed against his closed panel, he wanted to pop it open and have prime’s pretty intake wrapped around his spike, but megaton ordered him to stand down. A few rounds later the stoic well-mannered prime was already a sobbing mess, optics dazed lips swollen and covered in coolant lubricant and transfluid. He looks more like a disposable shareware than a leader now.

Optimus didn’t bother to resist when dreadwing joined them. Opening his intake and took the whole spike in with ease. He could hear Megs in the back laughing about how he was ‘build for being a spike slut’, but not a single coherent thought could be formed before dreadwing pounded into his vocalizer. They sure took their time filling all his tanks. Dreadwing got overwhelmed when he squeezed into op’s valve together with Meg’s huge spike. It was too tight and hot and Optimus was clinging onto him for dear life, crying and screaming in pain and pleasure. Right after he overloaded he couldn’t hold his tank, staring with a few drop that leaked then hot waste fluid poured into Optimus’s forge. Half of it gushed out mixing with Optimus’s own waste, and megs topped up the forge with transfluid again.

By dawn all three of them were spent and exhausted. The entire chamber stinks of waste oil and ozone. Megs pulled out and left for the washrack, leaving Optimus on top of dreadwing offlined. Dreadwing couldn’t move under the weight, Optimus was drained of energy and his system entered repair mode while his processor rest, a faint sated smile stayed on his faceplate. Maybe the prime did gained his trust after going through all this, Dreadwing thought to himself.

[robot-rarepairs-dotcom]

DreadPrime hcs plsss

I ADORE this ship sm and the fact that others do too-

I’m so sane and normal

They’re an underrated couple with healthy opportunities

Dreadwing feels like he can vent about skyquake to optimus and optimus encourages it

Optimus helps dreadwing heal from his loss

Dreadwing says that the ache in his spark from Skyquake is dulled when optimus is around

Dreadwing gives the sweetest, tender kisses

They’re an overall soft and healing fluff couple

They talk about the past a lot. What they miss. What they’ve lost

Dreadwing often apologizes for the baggage he has but Optimus will never make him feel bad

Dreadwing feels happier with optimus than he had in a long time. He has more to look forward too because of optimus

They have a little post war life planned together

[final-milf-ratchet]

Dreadwing/Optimus/Magnus/Predaking again

Optimus and Ultra Magnus have been separated for soo long, they don't even know if the other is still alive..

Optimus is so happy that Dreadwing agreed to live with them, he really had a feeling something bad would happen otherwise.. The rest of the team gets used to Dreadwing at varying speeds (Arcee being chill with him is so funny but also I can see it perfectly). But Optimus *really* gets attached, spending a lot of time with Dreadwing (which makes sense, he's the team leader and the one who convinced Dreadwing to stay !)

Optimus and Ultra Magnus are SO relieved once everything calms down and they can finally rejoice that the other is still alive.. Despite all this time spent lightyears apart, despite the War, they're together again and still as in love as ever..

Though of course, Optimus is quick to explain to Magnus how Dreadwing joined them, how he's gotten attached to him and how he thinks it's more than friendship.. They have a long talk - while cuddling in bed - and Magnus ends it by giving Optimus his blessings to pursue Dreadwing.. though now he really wants to learn to know the guy better ! It's no small feat to snatch his husband's heart.. (Magnus and Dreadwing do form a friendship, at the same time Optimus and Dreadwing get involved romantically)

Then somehow Magnus, after being taken during the fight, convinces Predaking of their side of the story, and soon enough he's coming back to the team with Predaking, and there's some weird thing going on there as well.. Optimus is wary, but as long as Magnus is happy then he is as well. And Predaking seems to get along with Dreadwing - they're both warriors of honor etc, they have quite a few things in common - so really, all is good...

Oh my GOD. Dreadwing and Magnus are already pretty big mechs (a truck and a jet !) but Optimus is HUGE, and Predaking, somehow, is even more huge. The space they take up standing is already a lot, but laying down ? It's ridiculous. Of course, Dreadwing and Predaking HAD to curl up together, no other way around it..

The first thing they do, when everyone is getting settled after winning the War.. is get the biggest berth ever, so they can all cuddle up together and be comfortable..

Now. They have an appropriately sized berth. Perfect to pin down their blue boyfriends.. Dreadwing and Magnus are clingy in bed, so whenever they can they're kissing and holding hands.. Optimus and Predaking LOVE watching them do that as they rail the two into the berth.. watching their kiss get more and more messy the longer they go, until Dreadwing and Magnus are basically just holding and nuzzling each other..

luckily nothing bad ever happened to Dreadwing :) never ever :)

augh.... Optimus and Magnus cuddling and talking about how their lives have been since they last saw each other... Optimus telling Magnus more about Dreadwing..... Magnus HAS to get to know the mech whos captured Optimus' spark!!! Magnus and Dreadwing fwiendship 🥺🥺🥺

Magnus somehow convincing Predaking to at least listen (magussy)(actually it was facts and logic™ and mostly Magnus being a fairly stoic put together guy, but also the magussy definitely was a factor)

ohhhhh noooooooooooo Predaking and Dreadwing have to cuddle. oh no 😈😈 Dreadwing has to be the little spoon to his big buff dragon boyfriend-in-law 😈😈😈 (meanwhile Magnus and Optimus are having very soft cuddle time) a massive berth is a MUST!! maybe its a gift from the other autobots (and because they're tired of hearing everything)

hehehheheheheheheh 😈😈😈😈😈 Magnus and Dreadwing being fucked so hard they can only cling to each and moan~ it's so embarrassing for them at first, but Optimus and Predaking are both SO into it, seeing their cute boyfriends make out is so hot! Ehehehehehe... After they're done they give Dreadwing and Magnus a break, and then they switch sides 😈😈😈😈

[thewallsaretalking-again]

you know what?? Fuck it, there's something I've GOTTA talk about:

(don't worry this isn't like a serious post or anything. also its gonna be really badly written with grammar errors because I'm just really excited to finally be talking about this and I'm shaking like a leaf) (also, if you don't agree with this that is completely fine; everybody ships different ships, this is just one that I personally love and me explaining how it came to be and how I image it. I'm not trying to convince anybody of anything, this is just for fun. If you don't like, that's fine! All I ask is that there is no hate and that you just move on. Thank you!)

I love rairpairs. Like, LOVE them. Anyone who's seen my old transformers art knows that I ship DreadOp which is like, a nonexistent ship. like, the ship equivalent of being an endangered species (there's like 10 fics about it on AO3, so you KNOW it's rare). There's a few examples of me being like this but this is the best example that i have.

But this has gotten to the point where i have done something absolutely ridiculous: I have created an entirely new ship- no, TWO entirely new ships (I'm only going to be focusing on one rn). AND I'VE GOTTA TALK ABOUT THEM because honestly? I love them! so, what monstrosity have I created? Whoo... prepare yourselves (especially you, dark cacao cookie fans...)

Yep. Don't hate me. Please hear me out because honestly iv'e seen more heinous ships in my time on the internet.

so, first of all, the white dude is known as the milk village elder in CRK, and we only see him once in the entire game (that i know of). I love taking npc's and giving them characters, so this is kinda how this happened. I'm gonna start by talking about the milk dude and how i headcannon/ imagine him because it will come into play later.

I gave the milk village elder the name Whole Milk Cookie, because i couldn't exactly call him Milk Cookie; that names already been taken

Whole Milk Cookie isn't actually anyone's grandfather, despite him being called grandad/ grandpappy in the actual game. We never see anyone his age in the milk village, and I like to imagine that its sorta like an honorary title. Like, he acts like everyone's grandpa, so everyone calls him grandpa but no one is actually related to him.

Whole Milk Cookie is like, ungodly sweet. Like, diabetes kind of sweet. its ridiculous. there are only a few ways to get him angry; and trust me, you don't want to...

He's strong. Like, think Hollyberry type strong. Gives the BEST hugs too.

Nobody knows exactly how old he is, but people suspect that he's actually much older than he looks. This could be caused by his extreme talent with the milk that comes from the villages well; if its used right, the milk can cure disease, help pains, or even extend someone's lifespan/ help retain youth. either that or he's some sort of demon but hey, who's counting?

got all that? good. Now the question everybody's asking; why the hell do i ship this? What's the story here? What's the origin? Well hold onto your pants folks because this is where we get into me overanalyzing shit.

behold the line that started it all:

This is so SO vague. why the hell did they put this in here it is SO VAUGE. what does he mean by "THAT king"? you know what it sounds like? someone reminiscing of their time with a loved one who has now changed....

they never elaborate on what exactly this line means and this is the very last line we hear Whole Milk Cookie say in the main story

wondering where exactly he's gone instead of wondering when he's coming back? idk man you sound worried about him...

also saying "laid your eyes upon" just sounds so gay/loving and i don't know why. yeah your laying something thats for sure glfbnvbrfnjkrb (im so sorry)

There's also this line:

The ally thing is kind of given, but why and how isn't this guy talking shit about dark Cacao? Like, he has EVERY right to! but he's not.... its almost like he cares.... and sure he mentions the generation thing but just because your parents were friends with some dude doesn't mean you necessarily like them right? so what gives??

Then there's the matter of Dark Cacao Cookies SON:

who is DArk CHOCOLATE

now Dark Chocolate usually doesn't have any milk/dairy in it, but it DOES need a fat, which whole milk DOES have!!

So, in theory, it would make sense for cacao and milk to make chocolate of some kind, AND it would account for Dark Choco Cookie having a lighter skin tone than his father (lighter eyes and the double white hair streak too)

I also like the story implications outside of cannon:

two people who would generally not be allowed to be in a relationship due to differing status keep a relationship going for years behind the backs of their communities

Dark Cacao Cookie taking full responsibility for taking care of their son, only for everything to become too overwhelming and he begins to remove himself from everything emotionally, wanting to give his son over to his other father to be properly taken care of but can't due to the dangers that poses for everyone in his family

Dark Choco nearly kills him and Dark Cacao has to exile him and (because of a mix of psychological manipulation, grief, and regret) locks up the citadel, leaving Whole Milk Cookie out of the picture entirely

Whole Milk Cookie stews in anger due to everything that's happened and Dark Cacao cookie not taking proper care of their son but eventually falls into guilt as well because he saw the signs of stress and overworking from his partner and didn't step in, assuming that everything was fine (but is still mostly mad at Cacao because he REALLY fucked up and it's not an excuse)

Gingerbrave and the crew comes strolling up and gets the citadel open, and Dark Cacao admits to Dark Choco that he didn't care enough and that he should have done things differently, and that he loves his son. Dark Choco leaves the cookies of darkness and begins a journey of recovery while Dark Cacao vows to do better for his family and kingdom in the future.

Dark Cacao meets up with Whole Milk Cookie to truly apologize to him, admitting everything he's done wrong and that he should have done far, FAR better. He tells WM that he deserves better than him

Whole Milk is obviously still angry and will never forgive Dark Cacao for what he's done. but he still loves him despite everything and would much rather the two of them work together to fix things (not necessarily romantically, more just not hating each other wise) moving forward instead of breaking things off and stewing in grief and anger.

The two of them take things extremely slow and carefully because it's been a long and difficult process, but they, eventually, get back to where they were.

Their recovery process takes years, but by that point Dark Cacao has improved himself exponentially, wanting nothing but the best for his partner and kingdom (and now knowing exactly what NOT to do) They also eventually find Dark Choco Cookie and fix things with him, but that's a whole other can of worms I'm not going to open here.

Just generally a story of two very different people, who despite goin through unimaginable hardships, do their very best despite the circumstances. they love each other more than even they realize and the fact that they are able to fix what was broken by their own hands is a testament to that, despite all of the arguments and tears along the way.

TLDR: Dark Cacao fucks up, his husband is mad but still loves him because he knows him better than anyone else, Dark Cacao actually makes an effort and succeeds to be much much better, and the two of them eventually figure things out. An unlikely love story :)

Ok, wow, that was a lot and kinda sad. But there are a few thiings that i couldn't fit into the rest of this so imma just stick them here:

Whole Milk Cookie finds Immense joy in picking up his husband and throwing him across his shoulder like some kind of really important sack

Whole Milk calls Dark Cacao "Cacao bean"

Dark Cacao loves Whole Milk Cookies cooking to a stupid extent

Dark Cacao loves playing with his husbands fluffy hair

the two of them will often help each other do their hair because they both just have SO MUCH of it

Dark Cacao, despite popular belief, is a flustered mess around his husband and can very often be found blushing like a madman whenever Whole Milk uses his strength

these two have the ABSOLOUTE WORST bedheads. Like, Cacao HAS to braid his hair before going to bed because otherwise the two of them will wake up tangled in it. And Whole Milk will just have an untamable afro.

uhh anyways. thanks for coming to my ted talk

[prpfz]

🌻 hi! twenty she/her est. looking to write a long-term literate to novella transformers, demon slayer / kimetsu no yaiba or jujutsu kaisen roleplay! i have not read the manga of the last two medias but i am familiar with how both stories end, i’m just looking for something post-anime!

i write exclusively in discord servers for organization, and i don’t use tupperbot. i am multi-muse and i write all genders, and i enjoy a variety of oc / oc, canon / canon, canon / oc; the more, the merrier! i also love writing and discussing smut, but plot, lore and complex characters are all very important to me. if you like gushing about ships and characters, sharing fanart and playlists, making original characters just for the roleplay, expanding on lore, and generally being friends, please interact! i am very active both ic and ooc! below are ships i am drawn to but there are absolutely more!

transformers: prime. bulkjack, dratchet, dreadop, kobd, megop, ratchjack, smokebee, ultrajack, wavewave. demon slayer. amakaga, obamitsu, douaka, kokuzan, kokuaza, obasane, rengiyuu, renkaza, uzuren, shinomitsu. jujutsu kaisen. satosugu, sukugo, tojigo, tojikuna, nobamaki.

if you’re interested, please like and i will reach out! we can discuss the basics before we move to discord.

give a like and anon will get back to you

[ny000mdraws]

my tfp poly!op au where his partners are dreadwing, ko, ratchet, and smokescreen. these sketches focused more on dreadop

[rphunter]

hi! twenty she/her est. looking to write a long-term literate to novella transformers, demon slayer / kimetsu no yaiba or jujutsu kaisen roleplay! i have not read the manga of the last two medias but i am familiar with how both stories end, i’m just looking for something post-anime!

i write exclusively in discord servers for organization, and i don’t use tupperbot. i am multi-muse and i write all genders, and i enjoy a variety of oc / oc, canon / canon, canon / oc; the more, the merrier! i also love writing and discussing smut, but plot, lore and complex characters are all very important to me. if you like gushing about ships and characters, sharing fanart and playlists, making original characters just for the roleplay, expanding on lore, and generally being friends, please interact! i am very active both ic and ooc! below are ships i am drawn to but there are absolutely more!

transformers: prime. bulkjack, dratchet, dreadop, kobd, megop, ratchjack, smokebee, ultrajack, wavewave. demon slayer. amakaga, obamitsu, douaka, kokuzan, kokuaza, obasane, rengiyuu, renkaza, uzuren, shinomitsu. jujutsu kaisen. satosugu, sukugo, tojigo, tojikuna, nobamaki.

if you’re interested, please like and i will reach out! we can discuss the basics before we move to discord.

.

[libermachinae]

A Desert Symphony

Available on AO3 Summary: In the wake of near catastrophe, two rivals can take a brief respite together. Wordcount: 2265

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A tunnel collapse, Optimus mused as he ran for his life, hand wrapped around Dreadwing’s elbow, was simultaneously the least interesting yet most dire situation to have forced him into an alliance with his assassin. The fight for the Apex Armor had been notable for being the first such incident, and following team-ups, precipitated by MECH and a glitched Insecticon swarm respectively, had presented their own challenges, but never had Optimus felt like his life was in imminent danger.

Here, though, with several tons of tumbling sediment licking at their heels and the exit a distant frame of the night sky, they could only do as Optimus had commanded the moment Dreadwing’s stray shot shattered a rotting support beam.

“Run!”

Optimus was grateful that Dreadwing had quickly given up his fighting to keep pace, but he feared it still wouldn’t be enough to save them both. Against an opponent that did not care about Autobots or Decepticons, Optimus too forgot factions, and his processor instead tagged Dreadwing as a Cybertronian in danger, in need. Borrowing the Matrix’s strength, he hurled Dreadwing forward, sending them stumbling. Optimus tried to catch himself, but the ground rolled beneath him and he tripped. He could feel himself falling, knew he wouldn’t be able to catch himself and make it out in time—

And then a hand seized his wrist and yanked.

He and Dreadwing tumbled outside, sprawling. Behind them, the mine gave a final shudder as the ceiling gave in and the tunnel vanished under upset stone, dust billowing out to blanket the kneeling robots. Optimus’ processor pinged with errors, sediment in his ventilation system and overtaxed actuators, and he had to take a moment to clear them before he could check on Dreadwing.

The jet was kneeling on the ground, powerful fans running louder than Optimus’ own. He looked for a moment like he might slip into shutdown, but in a flash of movement too fast to process Dreadwing was on his feet, the light of his cannon mimicked in the glare of his optics.

Like twin stars on the brink of supernova, Optimus thought as his systems primed, waiting on the signal to duck.

The night slipped into calm. Dust settled, a few pebbles skipping down to their final resting places. Insects, Optimus’ second favorite species from this planet, shook off their stunned silence and stirred up an enchanting, invisible chorus that sounded the way the dead shrubs around the mine entrance looked. Optimus stared into the barrel of his assassin’s weapon and was reminded of how, during the day, the sun would glare down on this part of the Earth until every living thing had fled its intensity. The cannon, a standard issue model, should have been the most familiar object in his vicinity.

Instead, he found it alien.

Dreadwing snarled. He threw the weapon to the ground, where it landed with a hollow clang. Its superheated core faded back to dim standby and the whine of its power converter bowed out to the native sounds. Tracking the greatest source of danger, Optimus glanced at it before returning to Dreadwing, whose face turned toward the stars, gaze flicking between them like a ship charting its course.

“Well, Prime?” he said. After the cacophony of the mine and the violence of his outburst, his voice sounded like an ancient engine, barely puttering with life. “It seems I am unable to kill you. I would recommend you take advantage of my failing, before my lord comes to dispatch us both.”

Optimus stood, though his frame protested. Not the ache he had expected, but upright he could see the dents, scores taken out of his paint where falling rocks had torn at his plating. A warning about fuel pressure disappeared before he could address it, which meant self-repair was busy in so many systems that priority trees had been scrambled. Not a dire syndrome, though he would be feeling his injuries longer.

It would be a long drive back to base, followed by inevitable hours of Ratchet’s repairing and lecturing before he could lie on his berth and let his own systems finish the job. The ache in his struts intensified.

“Dreadwing,” he said, “if you would—”

“No, Prime, I will not become an Autobot.”

It wasn’t an unreasonable assumption, that Optimus would try to ask again. He had formed a habit of it, possessed by an untethered optimism each time he found himself alone with the Decepticons’ first lieutenant. It could be blamed on the leftover thrill of survival, but he knew it leaned more toward hubris: once he had experienced the way their movements and strategies synced amid the heat of battle, the way they could project their intentions with a look, he started imagining what they would be capable of if they had more than a minute to communicate. Optimus did not relish combat, but he understood its art; he recognized that the way he and Dreadwing complemented each other was almost prodigious.

But the thought that they might join in something more permanent was fantasy, and whether by the passing of the night or Dreadwing’s finite patience, Optimus knew he was on a timer.

“I understand,” he said, “but in fact, I only wished to ask for a few minutes. To rest together, before we depart for our respective bases.”

Dreadwing stared at him, optics widening before narrowing again as he turned half away from Optimus.

“Whatever you’re trying to—”

“No games, Dreadwing,” Optimus interrupted, “just one aged mechanism appealing to another. I can’t imagine you’re considering your coming flight with much enthusiasm.”

“We do not follow orders because they excite us,” Dreadwing growled.

“Ah. If Megatron has called you back, I will not keep you.” Both for Dreadwing’s safety and because Optimus understood what it meant to live for one’s duty, no matter the personal cost.

But Dreadwing did not move, and Optimus felt warmth bloom in his spark, the same buds that grew when he looked on his soldiers, or the humans they had befriended. Though at odds with Dreadwing’s glare, Optimus thought he saw it reflected in the way his foe hesitated before returning to him.

“If you turn on me, Prime, you will regret it,” Dreadwing swore as he stepped forward.

And what a remarkable thing that was, to know Dreadwing trusted him enough that Optimus could betray him. It was a precious thing, that trust, and Optimus nodded, watching as Dreadwing retrieved his cannon and holstered it.

He turned, keeping Dreadwing in his vision, and started for a bank of broken stones that led into the hills above the ruins of the mine. Away from soil that had been hard packed by years underneath rolling tires, the ground fragmented, loose dirt spilling out from between rocks that seemed made of dust themselves. Further up, and native plantlife started to break through as well: bundles of firm, green stalks, mounds of balled vegetal flesh decorated with spines and pink flowers, and delicate stems decked in thorny cotton armor, interspersed with countless more species Optimus could not track from his height.

Optimus walked until they were well enough away from the mine to see anyone approaching with a few minutes’ warning. Here, a chunk of rock had broken through the ground, a flat plane upon which all but the most stubborn roots and vines failed to thrive. He sat, expecting Dreadwing to take a place regardless of whatever was trying to live there, and so felt his spark pulse when instead his temporary ally rested beside him. A couple meters away, it was the most distance their platform would allow, and yet far closer than Optimus had expected Dreadwing to abide by. Both still had their weapons available, but they were offline and holstered; the empty air between them was as fragile as a sheet of foil.

They glanced at each other, the landscape. Optimus doubted it would be right to let insects take the place of conversation, but neither did he know what to say.

“I don’t understand you,” Dreadwing said, breaking their stalemate. His tone had shifted. Still the rasp of an overworked vocalizer, but without the force required to project threats across a battlefield. “You act as though we could be friends, allies. Such a notion suggests you are either a fool or know nothing of loyalty, but because you have secured the unfailing commitment of your Autobots, I can only assume it is the former.”

A smile quirked Optimus’ lips, though he smothered it; he would not risk offending Dreadwing and disrupting whatever this was. When they weren’t fighting to kill each other, he liked Dreadwing, appreciated his view of the universe and corresponding insights. He would be lying to claim his mind had not occasionally drifted, crafting dialogues and arguments between them with topics ranging from warfare to the metaphysics of organic life. That Dreadwing might think of him in turn, even if as a source of bafflement, was an honor.

“You wouldn’t be the first,” he said. “I don’t consider it foolishness, though. The Matrix,” he placed a hand to his chest, “is hopeful. Whereas the Allspark brings us together in death, it hopes we might achieve the same in life.”

Dreadwing watched Optimus, but when he finished, his gaze turned to where the horizon might have been. The darkness of the world blended with the emptiness of space, so that the only way one might guess at their separation was to track the line of disappearing stars.

“Decepticons once sought the same,” Dreadwing said.

“Once?” Optimus asked, but Dreadwing stiffened again.

“I will not become an Autobot,” he repeated, each word weighted.

Without his bidding, Optimus’ plating compressed, a pinch of protectiveness that relaxed in the same rotation.

“I am sorry,” he said. “I will stop asking.” He could not suppress the Matrix’s hope on top of his own, but he would find a way to manage them.

That settled Dreadwing, but his gaze remained locked on Optimus. Optimus returned the look for a moment, then turned to the stars, taking his optics off Dreadwing for the first time since their escape.

“This world is far removed from our war,” he said. “I try to take moments to appreciate that. What they call life here is so distinct from our understanding of it, and yet there are times it almost seems our planets mimic each other. The way this one seethes with life, it reminds me of how Cybertron once was.”

“And you honor it by looking at long-dead stars?” Dreadwing asked.

“When were you last able to look to the sky without seeing a map?” Optimus returned. “Or battleplans? I take comfort in the reminder that for some, the cosmos are still a source of wonder.”

He glanced over, and to his delight found that Dreadwing was looking up, too, his wandering gaze turned slow and roving.

“Skyquake thought something similar,” he said, voice dropped down to a hush, like he worried the world was listening. Optimus leaned in. “This was his first off-world deployment, and he spoke of how the night sky would be different from our own.”

Dreadwing’s fists curled at his sides. On an instinct forged for the sake of his own team, Optimus reached a finger and brushed the clenched knuckles. Dreadwing’s tension flared, pulling in his whole frame, before he released it, his fingers opening onto the flat of the stone.

“I do not regret surviving our encounter,” Optimus said, “but I will always wish there had been another way. The only comfort I can offer is the promise that you and your brother will be together again one day.”

“I know,” Dreadwing said, dropping his gaze again so they looked into each other’s eyes. He tapped his chest with a claw. “I feel it. He waits for me at the threshold of the Well.”

Optimus did not know how the light caught his expression, but Dreadwing tilted his helm, a twitch on his lips that could have buried a laugh.

“Come now, Optimus, hasn’t my brother already proven his patience?” he said. “Despite the years this war took from us, I have rushed to his side only once, and even then I was already too late. I will not hurry again to join him.”

“Good,” Optimus said. Dreadwing’s tightly controlled expressions were an enigma, but this was the gentlest he had ever seen on the warrior. Not a smile, but the corners of his optics crinkled in a way that one might mistake for fondness.

“Whatever becomes of us,” whether he die by Dreadwing’s cannon, or Megatron’s, or something far less predictable, “I would like to see you there. Both of you, together.”

Dreadwing said nothing. But when their fingertips brushed, he did not pull back, and there was a hiss as his wings lowered out of standby configuration. They rested together, listening to the harmony of the alien world, their idle engines rolling in discordant melodies. It was the kind of sound that could be called silence, and Optimus did not dare break it when he pointed up to the passing shadows of night hunters or the band of whining, singing dancers that wove rhythmically across the plain.

They stayed together until the stars began to fade and the horizon cut itself away from the sky. They were gone, driving and flying in opposite directions, before the flowers could close and the insects retreat underground, and so in their minds the oasis of the night persisted, an unexpected peace amidst what had once seemed a hostile world.

[baebeyza]

Ships for fics:

KnockOP, KnockStar, DreadOP, MegaStar, OverOP, RatOut, WheelRat, DriftRat, DriftRod, StarOP, and I'll stop right there

Thank you! ~

Long list, okay:

First off, I can't give ideas for DriftRod, DriftRat and OverOP. Despite drawing Overlord recently, I have never finished id/w and don't plan to, meaning I have no idea for the story, their stories and their characters. (I draw my own version of Overlord that only exists in my one fic)

Off to the rest!

KnockOP

Would do what many artists on pixiv do - Let Oppy get really flustered by Knockout's flirting and go from there. Knockout keeps flirting and eventually Optimus gives in and accepts his advances, regardless if Knockout meant them to be actual romantic advances or not. But who would say no to Optimus fucking Prime, amirite-

KnockStar

Knockout bringing Starscream to a drive-in theater (don't ask me how) and Starscream actually ends up enjoying it. Mostly because he was away from his stressful workplace and was able to chill. Thanks Knockout for this opportunity

DreadOP

AU in which Megatron aint blasting Dreadwing's spark out, meaning he has a chance of survival. Megatron's throws his "corpse" out the ship and Optimus finds him, saving his life.

Caretaker romance ensues, as Optimus takes great care of Dreadwing, happy to help someone survive, and Dreadwing falls in love about the kindness and compassion he is shown

MegaStar

For TFP I'd write something in which after Starscream stabs himself with Dark Energon as well, they form a connection with which they can feel each other. And Megatron would always feel Starscream's agony about being alone and powerless, but pretend not to care. Until he can't take it anymore and goes to get him after all

RatOut

Ratchet gets injured and can't fix the damage himself, so Knockout's gotta do it. Ratchet is really tense and Knockout tries to reassure him that he isn't a Con anymore, and they build trust (and eventually romance)

WheelRat

Ratchet seeks Wheeljack in an attempt to distract himself from his pain over Optimus' death, as Wheeljack is so different from OP. Wheeljack realises this and while he takes offence at first, thinking to only be seen as a rebound, he slowly sees that Ratchet is simply and hurts and seeks comfort

StarOP

Starscream actually agrees to peace when Optimus offers it, wanting to lure them all into a trap, but Optimus is so sincere and kind that he ends up falling for him

[poptimus-prime]

Can we get some more soundstar Headcannons please

Ahahahaha it only took me checks calendar ...2 months to get to these. I blame school and my brain’s inability to Focus.

Anyways.

I have not Thought About This Ship(TM) in a long time because my head has been in another rarepair hell (DreadOp my beloved--) when it is in rarepair territory (Is SoundStar a rarepair? I feel like it is.) ANYWAYS.

I can see Laserbeak sleeping on Starscream’s helm. Or at least trying to. She wants to be close to Dad Number Two but he doesn’t have somewhere where she can easily dock (IE, how she can attach to Soundwave’s chest.)

These two would probably be a Power Couple. If they led the Decepticons without intervention, they would have won the war EASILY. But no, someone had to get in their way while packing space crack.

Soundwave is super into Earth’s fauna, humans aside. Starscream isn’t so much, but he’s able and willing to tolerate it for Soundwave.

This being said, Starscream is very interested in the aerial history of humanity and Soundwave will listen to his rambles even though he doesn’t really care about it personally.

These two have broken into a mall at night. Any particular reason? Not really, they just got an itch to cause minor level chaos. How they got through the door and past security measures without tripping anything or breaking something is beyond me. But Soundwave is kinda known for that, ain’t he?

That’s about all I have right now!

[final-milf-ratchet]

Hello hear me out. Fusing a bunch of good ships.

Dreadwing x Optimus x Ultra Magnus x Predaking

Local married trucks each get a boyfriend after convincing them to switch sides. Soon enough it turns into a full polycule.

Local ex decepticons have no idea how it happened but they are NOT going to complain. They're both very possessive and protective of their big-hearted boyfriends.

Ooooooooooo this is good!!!!!!! Ultra Magnus and Optimus have been together for a long time, but have been separated cause of the war... :( Optimus isn't even sure if his husband is alive :(((

Optimus does manage to convince Dreadwing to join the autobots this time around, well, not 'join' them so much as become a neutral who lives with them. He'll have a greater chance to avenge skyquake with the autobots help after all. It's a mess, it takes forever for everyone to even start to get along but Optimus is just happy it worked. And maybe happy he gets to spend more time with Dreadwing... He didn't expect to like the former decepticon as much as he does. They get close, really really close...

(ironically enough I think Dreadwing and Arcee are chill with each other compared to everyone else just because they both bond over wanting to rip Starscream's face off. It's the little things that bring people together ❤️)

And then Ultra Magnus arrives on earth! Drama! Jealously!! Action- nah I'm kidding I think they get along pretty well. Optimus and dreadwing haven't really figured out their feelings yet, but Optimus and Ultra Magnus have a long talk about Dreadwing and I think they've always had a very loving free relationship ❤️❤️

Also I think Dreadwing and Ultra Magnus would just get along in general. In a non war au they should be friends!

And then, during the fight with Predaking, Ultra Magnus gets taken. Dreadwing's showing up tipped the scales for the autobots but Predaking still wants answers! He needs someone to answer for his kin needlessly dying!!! And that's how he finds out it was the cons who caused it. Drama! Horror!!! Romance!!!!!!! Wait- romance!?!? 😳😳😳😳

Anyways they have a thing™ going on and Ultra Magnus manages to clumsly convince Predaking to return to the autobots with him.

The bed situation in the autobot base is dire 😭 4 of the biggest guys wanna share a bed and that is NOT an option, they don't have enough room, truly tragic.....sometimes of course they want to sleep one on one, including a few memorably times Ultra and Optimus wanted to sleep together and Predaking and Dreadwing had to curl up together ('had to' acting like they didn't willingly curl up together they just didn't want to admit it)

Aughhhh it's all so cute... Good ending for all...

[final-milf-ratchet]

More about that last ask bc imagine Dreadwing and Magnus holding hands (maybe even kissing 👀) while being railed by Optimus and Predaking

YES!!!!!!!!!!

THEM SLOPPILY KISSING WHILE THEY BOTH GET RAILED!!!!!!!!;!

[robot-rarepairs-dotcom]

DREADWING AND OPTIMUS RAGHHHHH IM TWEAKINGOUT RAGAHHHH hi i love dreadop

I agree!!!!! I love them so much!!!! Learning to draw robots kissing for them!!!!

[robot-rarepairs-dotcom]

dreadwing/optimus... hi i just need my blorbo defecting over to the autobots and slowly getting attached to the leader as he sets himself into the team and learns how a group is meant to function together healthily unlike what hes used to with megs. dreadwing being oblivious as hell to any feelings he and op are having while op has to keep his face shield on to hide his blushing whenever dreads shows how loyal and truly caring he is

and then they kiss

writing this at 4am

Aw that’s so cute \*A*/

Dreadwing gets a hand to hold

Lips to kiss

I love them. Optimus really wants him to switch sides so bad so I bet Optimus would be super obvious but Dreadwing is just in so much denial

[robot-rarepairs-dotcom]

Ooh P.S. I love my poor Cybertronian Ingo Montoya Dreadwing and I almost cry thinking about him joining the Autobots and pining over Optimus 💔

Aww that’s so cute, imagine he survives and when he’s dumped for scrap Optimus finds and saves him and he feels like he owes his life to the Autobots now and starts to learn how Optimus is and falls in love with that personality

[robot-rarepairs-dotcom]

dreadwing/optimus for the ship bingo??

I like it! Imo I’m not a tfp Optimus liker. Like at all. Sorry but I don’t mind his ships and anything else! And Dreadwing deserved so much better I literally love him more than life itself