#idw optimus prime

[t0ast-ghost]

There is no way they're not about to fuck.

[theoldspark]

He's somebody's emergency contact.

[steelthroat]

Drift, Optimus Prime, and LOVE

Everyone who has followed this blog for at least a year knows that I ship Drift and Optimus Prime for several (kinda silly) reasons. Namely:

They look hot together (thick thighs squad)

A crystal/horoscope/pagan girlie and an atheist pope. (Oversimplification but funny as fuck)

Deadlock domming/getting dommed by Optimus Prime? Sign me the fuck up.

But.

But I totally overlooked the fact that I have CANON material backing me up. Ohohoho let me get my sources.

Lil disclaimer: I have a love/hate relationship with the first idw run. I don't know which one is stronger tbf. Even if I don't agree with several plot points I'm going to discuss I can still see how they [intentionally or not] formed a bugger picture that serves my purposes. It's a bit of cherry picking if I have to be honest, but I don't feel too guilty looking at all the retcons this series had to begin with.

Why am I saying this? Because Drift as a character is one of the things I both love and hate for the way he was handled as a whole, but I won't go into details because it's not necessary and because I have already seen people on this site articulate this better than I could. The same thing applies to Ratchet, but that is another can of worms, and I am not willing to open it now.

So:

Drift: He comes from Rodion, where he is homeless and is found in a state of confusion by Orion Pax that saved him from Sonic and Boom (these fucking names 💀) and was then brought from HIM to Ratchet's underground clinic.

At this point I was full on rambling in the server becasue:

So to tidy up all that here's what I was hinting at:

Ratchet and his words sure were the initial push that Drift needed to get his life back "together"(as much as one can during a war, but you understand what I'm saying) were it not for Orion Pax's choices he wouldn't be here at all.

Orion Pax saved a mech from two thugs, someone completely out of their wits in that moment, a complete stranger. He had done his job, thugs were dealt with and then he could either arrest Drift (don't quote me on that but I am pretty sure whatever circuit booster he was on was not legal/legally obtained) ergo. Drift would die.

Or take him to a normal hospital, so either Drift died or he would later have troubles with the law, or whatever way the system could further fuck him up. Either way Drift does NOT meet Ratchet.

But Orion Pax took Drift's lufe in his hands and brought him to Ratchet. So he ensured that he had both a good doctor and someone he KNEW and trusted AND that Drift would not suffer more than he already did.

So- Ratchet is sure Drift's [hero/important person/insert better word here*] because he was the doctor that saved him from a fatal overdose and that told him he was special and all that.

But ORION PAX hauled him up and made sure he would live in the first place. And I Will come back to this point later to expand on it. Remember it.

So you see the sentence "what if not the love for life itself of Orion Pax saved Drift?"

This is what then promoted another ramble about a scene I wanted to put in another fic and then about idw OP so... I will ignore the part regarding my wip because it's not too relevant and juno to the idw op part:

To explain how I came to this it's because I was imagining a scene in which Optimus Prime sees Drift and Ratchet and then had a convo with Drift.

And to further prive my point Drift is one of the several statements of LOVE from Op/Orion.

Every action in the comics is driven by an enormous amount of love underneath. The love for "freedom, those he cares about, those that are weaker, those that cannot fend for themselves end even for his enemies and their battles"

Now you can say these are all different kinds of "love" and yet Orion Pax and Optimus Prime both love ardently. His anger and guilt DO come from their love! Ffs it's right there abfjgjg.

Now i went on a rant about Megatron and how he benefits from Optimus' love

Please ignore my bad grammar I was going crazy

The post I was talking about is this one by @desdemonafictional

That inspired part of the entire thing about love and the part about Megatron and fear.

So to go back to my original statement about Optimus Prime and Drift.

Optimus Prime is really a teagic character and I was getting a bit teary thinking about him if I have to be honest. He sacrificed so much and got such little payoff, even speaking of meta.

All the good things that came from his action, well he is able to witness a very small percentage of them. All the goodbyes and the people he cared for were denied to him.

Drift. Drift exists thanks to Orion's love. Drift met the love of his life, he met his friends, he found reasons to live, and found himself and yet...

Optimus Prime was never able to see Ratchet and Drift together. His best friend and a mech he saved so long ago happy and together.

As I said above, the price Optimus Prime/Orion Pax paid for the love of life itself he felt so strongly was all of himself... just so others could love.

If I got anything wrong, please correct me. i am a bit rusty speaking of comics. i tried my best :)

[dailymothanon]

Not everyone has had the average mech for a guardian, Op 🙄… Sometimes some mechs have cybercats as a parent, and obviously sometimes that leaves quite the impressions. Like sitting in random boxes or biting people sometimes, scratching furniture n running around past midnight with lots of energy. Yknow, normal people things to do!

[evetronia]

Happy Mother’s Day

[axel-artis]

Let's pretend that I haven't been missing for a month...

Ahem..... In general, there are not many Optimuses. So... here.

WHERE DID THE ART GO WITHOUT THE "MASTERPIECE" FILTER?

In short, yes.

[poiisson]

lazy messing with alight motion

[largecatsphantasia]

"Till our paths cross again."

IDW Megatron crosses paths with Orion Pax before his next death match.

[mellliow]

trim cat nails.

[rollersfataft]

Boy why you so mwah mwah mwahh muh muh mwahh

[naehilisms]

I saw this in a vision

Bonus: Optimus does not appreciate the my little pony socks

[amateur-flamingo]

AND I COMPLETELY FORGOT THAT I DID THIS

I have headcanons that Shockwave and Blurr knew each other before the war (and before the empurata) and spent time together. Blurr is an outlier, and Shockwave was interested in this as well

AND OF COURSE OPTIMUS))) their mutual friend ;) who needs to be taught to dance

SO THIS IS ELECTROSWING! I continue to headcanon it to Blur

also this is literally my second animation xd

[dailymothanon]

(IDW) One of the many adaptations and side effects from being raised by Ravage… many behaviors that Soundwave has picked up on I’m sure. If you think about it, his cassette player mode is basically him loafing, is it not? Anyways, a very unique and strange ally of OP’s that he’s ever had, but I’m sure he wouldn’t mind the oddities considering he & Soundwave considered each other friends the more they worked together

[revelboo]

Seriously for the past few days? your posts are all I’ve been thinking about🥹 I love how you write these mechs Primus are you reading this?? I hope one day you would write something about Optimus☺️ Literally EVERYTHING 　your write is pure perfection!

Alright then…

Gravity

Prime x Reader

• Sun baking his alt mode, it’s easy to lose himself in the hum of his tires. None of his advisors would approve of him sneaking out, but sometimes the weight of all their expectations and hopes drags at him. Becomes a burden rather than an honor, that errant thought chased with shame, because they expect him to be a symbol. Need him to be infallible and they forget that he’s no different than they are, Matrix or not. He’s only one Cybertronian and they can’t seem to understand that sometimes all he can feel is that weight bearing down on him.

• And then there it is, a vehicle going by the other way on a lonely stretch of road, shaking him from his thoughts. A lone Decepticon after months of silence. He recognizes Swindle’s alt mode. Knows he’s been spotted in return when the smaller vehicle takes off with squealing tires and he turns to pursue. Not the most dangerous Decepticon out here by a long shot, but one that might cave easily under interrogation. A clue about what Megatron is up to and he can’t let it go. So he gives chase.

• Radio sputtering static laden classic rock as the wind from the open windows whips your hair, you fight a yawn. Endless stretches of nothing lulling you after two hours into your drive. You only catch a glimpse of the gaudy yellow and purple Jeep in your rear view before it clips your fender and your little sedan fishtails off the road and into the ditch. To add insult to injury, the airbag goes off and smacks you in the face. Shock mingles with outrage as you shove open your door, feeling your nose dripping and tasting blood. “What is wrong with you?” You scream, half tempted to beat the driver with a shoe you’re so angry. Except, there is no driver. And as you stare, the car unfolds.

• Not exactly built for speed, he still catches up in time to see Swindle transform and seize the human he ran off the road. The little creature screaming as the Decepticon holds it in front of him like a shield. Optics narrowing, he comes to a stop. Attack and the human will die. If Swindle tries to take it with him, it’ll still die most likely. “Let the human go.”

• There’s a monster in front of you and another squeezing your ribs so tight you can’t get in a clean breath to keep screaming. Huge, the other one towers over the one trying to crush you and it lifts big hands, the gesture placating. “Swindle,” the giant says, that deep voice oddly soothing. Reasonable. Unfortunately the monster called Swindle isn’t having it. As it pulls its arm back and your shoulder and cheek smack into the hand holding you, there’s a moment of realization even as your vision grays. Oh, you’re going to die.

• Grinning with spiteful malice, Swindle slings the human and its little body arches limply from his servos. Moving before he even thinks, Optimus lunges, hands outstretched to catch that fragile form. Flinching himself at the feel of its much softer body colliding with his hard hands. And aware that Swindle is escaping. In his hands, the human is so small, groaning in pain, but not opening its eyes. Hurt and needing help.

Next

[sad-in-nature]

The girls are fighting

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