#idw optimus prime

[revelboo]

___________

/ 🥤 🍽️ \

🛩️/ 🍽️🍷🥗🍸🍽️ \🚗

🛬/ 🍽️🥤 🧆 🍹🍽️ \🚛

🚁/ 🍽️🍸 🍖 🥧 🥐 🍷🍽️ \🏎️

🛫/ 🍽️🍷 🫔 🥘 🥡 🥤🍽️ \🚓

✈️/ 🍽️🍹 🍮 🫖 🍯 🍸🍽️ \🚑

🚕/ 🍽️🍷 🥣 🍲 🍛 🥤🍽️ \🛥️

/ 🍽️ 🍹 \

__________________________________________

Thank you for feeding us.

Feast. Revel. Make merry. Ho-ho-ho.🥂

Thank you! I hope everyone has a great holiday however you celebrate it- I’m celebrating it with a shit post apparently

“Hey, Optimus?” Blaster calls, head lifting from his screen to find the bigger mech. “I’m picking up an unencrypted broadcast on one of the old Decepticons communications channels. It’s flagged high priority from Megatron himself.”

Unencrypted? Knowing it might be intercepted? Frowning slightly, he gestures at the bigger screen at the front of the room. “Show me.” Sees Bumblebee, Ironhide, and Jazz look up from their stations. Servos flexing at his side, as Megatron appears on the screen, Shockwave at his side, antenna folded back.

“This is a warning to all Decepticons on Earth,” Megatron says, the warlord appearing tired as a hand lifts to press his servos against his helm. “Don’t interact with the native life forms for any reason. They’re dangerous and we’re still trying to ascertain the extent.”

“Preliminary evidence suggests that interfacing might be addictive,” Shockwave grumbles, antenna flicking when Megatron glares at him.

“For the love of Primus, don’t frag the humans,” Megatron adds, deep voice dipping into an offended growl as the transmission ends.

“I’m sorry. What?” Ironhide asks, laughing as Jazz fidgets. “Wait-wait. The Cons are fragging humans? The little, squishy organics? Those humans?”

“Er, you okay, Optimus?” Bee asks as their leader just stares at the screen in mortified silence.

[bread-blogs]

heh y'all ever hear about petit mort ?

[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.

[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

[nepetacataria-art]

MegOp week 2024

Sorry for the delay but here it is the drawing for the third day! The prompts for this day were Ritual/Surrender and I choose ritual!, for this one we have IDW Megs and Op! What can be more intimate and special than painting each other bodies?, I imagine this a one of the conjunx ritus steps since is an intimate moment of sharing something special together, also of course Megs is mezmerized by having Optimus on his lap, so he can't stay still, messing around with Op 🥺❤️

(Also those four lines on Op's hips are Meg's grabby hands who couldn't stop from holding Op's hips while having his servos full of paint 🥰💜)

Additional thx to @cerebrocentric-bullet for suggesting using the painting patterns from Megatron's origin story comic, and to @mal-co-holic for help me to choose the color of the patterns 🥺💜

Here is the official account of the event! @megop ✨(where all the prompts are listed 🥰)

[jhalocurse57]

PLEASE GO VIRAL PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD

Y'ALL PLEASE IF YOU WANNA MAKE CAMPAINS FOR THEM OR JOIN IN MAKING A FANFIC OF THEIR DEBATES TAG ME AND @90sfr3sh IN THEM

[revelboo]

Do you mind writing an Optimus Prime part 2? Whenever 😄 inspiration finds you.

Sure! Also, I just accidentally found out that a single post can’t have over 100 links in it by accident with my Masterlist... Guess I get to par that down to the first chapters of everything and add actual previous/next links to the individual posts to navigate within a storyline.

And I’ve had a few people speculating about it and tried to make it a bit clearer now on the masterlist: the IDW stuff is all one big continuity with Lost Light and the random kink snippets clearly separated as alternate takes/AUs now.

Gravity pt 2

Optimus x Reader

• “You’re going to give them a heart attack when they come to if you don’t stop looming like that,” Ratchet mutters and Optimus looks up trying to decide if his old friend is joking. Given the frown, Ratchet’s serious and he’s not sure what to make of that. He’d known humans were fragile, but your heart can just stop? From fear? “They’re a little banged up, but fine,” Ratchet adds as Optimus stretches out a servo to touch your still form and then hesitates. You’re just so tiny, he’s not sure he can touch you without breaking you. “Who are you giving this one to?”

• Like it’s a forgone conclusion he’ll pawn watching over you on someone else. Someone less busy, less weighed down with duty. “It’s my responsibility,” he says, watching your chest rise and fall. You’ve been out since he caught you and so very still. He keeps his optics on you so he doesn’t have to see Ratchet’s expression. Because this is his responsibility and his guilt. He knows it’s not fair to trap you on the Ark, but keeping the surviving Autobots safe is his priority. And the other humans seem fine. Mostly.

• “Bumblebee would take them,” Ratchet offers, a hand touching his arm. “I think he’d be glad of the company.” Shaking his head, Optimus carefully curls his servos around your limp form and lifts you. Hears Ratchet venting tiredly behind him as he walks out and carries you through the halls to his quarters. Trailbreaker and Hound both turning to look when he walks by, curious. Maybe it’s been a mistake to try to keep his people far from humans. Maybe not. Sideswipe probably won’t be the last to abuse his rules, but he’s not ready to trust the humans to not betray them yet. He can’t.

• Your head is ringing, sinuses burning as you stiffly shift and your body complains about it. Why do you feel like one big bruise? There’s a blanket wrapped around you, but whatever you’re laying on isn’t that soft. Something presses so gently between your shoulder blades that it’s a ghost of a touch then slides down your spine. Repeats the stroke. Lifting your head, you squint up at a huge face staring down at you and everything slams back into focus. The Jeep that wasn’t a Jeep. The wreck. Giant, alien robots. One of which is holding you in one hand while it runs a huge finger down your spine again and again. You start shaking. That petting stopping when it notices.

• You’re awake. And not screaming. That has to be good thing, but remembering Ratchet’s warning, he rumbles and presses a servo carefully over your heart. It’s not stopped, but it is racing. A little, warm hand lands on his servo, your eyes wide in fear as you just tremble. And he understands, you have to realize how tiny you are compared to him, how easily you can be hurt. “You’re going to be okay, little one. I have you,” he says, optics snared on that tiny hand on his. And he knows he’ll protect you just like his Autobots. Be sword or shield for you, whatever you need. You’re his to care for now, that trembling fear hurting him to see.

• That rumbly, deep voice sings in your bones where you’re touching him, because that voice erased any doubts. Blue eyes is definitely a he. And as crazy as it is, you believe him despite the fear. There’s an earnestness in that voice that’s almost a promise of safety. Wonder mingles with the fear still thrumming through you as you stare at those pretty glowing eyes and think that they look unbelievably kind. The thought almost immediately followed with the certainty that you probably have a concussion.

Previous

Next

[bloominglegumes]

man,,.

[ju5t777]

Hopping back on tumblr for robots

[cyber-skeletons]

I guess it goes to show, does it not? That we've no idea what we've got until we lose it And no amount of love will keep it around If we don't choose it And I don't know what's got its teeth in me But I'm about to bite back in anger No amount of self-sought fury Will bring back the glory of innocence

[coefore]

I know you were looking.