#rosecoloredoptics

[aprimesrpcorner]

"Optimus? Oh no you poor thing!" Something is wrong, he can feel it.

Overlord had his fateful run in with the slumbering mech during his trip back to Earth. It had been a long while since he'd last visited, so it came as a surprise to the triple changer that a prime himself was strewn about on the ground, seemingly offline, as if he was recharging. The massive point one percenter reached the prime, kneeling down and cupping the mech's cheek guard, using his free servo to try and awaken him with a few shakes.

""Optimus? What's going on?" @rosecoloredoptics

The red mech clearly was a bit of a mess so it seemed, struggling in his sleep, struggling to just to try to get away from this horrible nightmare.

In a way he could tell indeed it was his nightmares again, and he could tell that he was just stuck in recharge, and was stuck in his recharge. He over exerted himself clearly, and now he was paying the price for it. Slight orange tears did escape his optics as he struggled on the ground, clearly trying to get away from something.

“Nonono…please…” Optimus whined a bit as his frame shook, at first unaware of the mech in front of him, trying to console him and wake him up. It seemed his actions of staying up came to bite him with a vengeance. And now he was a victim in a way, vulnerable and anyone that had wrong intentions had their opportunity if they wanted to take it. The prime was weak right now.

However, thankfully Overlord wasn’t one of these bots, and with the servo of the other, and the soft shaking, he slowly was starting to come to, recognizing the voice of a friend. “Hnn…O-Overlord…?” His voice was groggy, and had a tremble to it…

[staticsqueaks]

“Kisses are marvelous little things, Hosin! You should enjoy it, my sweet rubber creature!”

Here comes overlord, pinching his cheek gently in his digits.

@rosecoloredoptics

Hosin huffs and crosses his arms to hug himself. "I...well I suppose you are right." He mumbles, feeling a bit better and allowing himself to smile into the delicate pinch. "It was an accident though...I should probably apologize."

[staticsqueaks]

Hosin brought his fingers to his cheeks, squeezing them with glee at the wonderful compliment called down to him. "Thank you! I chose this color for myself so I am glad that you like it! My name is Hosin, I am Emperor of the planet Suppaliax and a researcher." He waved a finger matter-of-factly. "My travels take me many places, and as of late they seem to keep leading me to you Cybert-....Cy- hm." Hosin stuck out his tongue and thought a moment, reaching into his satchel to dig through his notes. "Cybertronians. There we are!" He corrected himself. "I will say, 'sweetspark' is a new one on me. I will have to write that down in my notes for safekeeping. Now, who might you be?"

"Oh my stars!" Hosin exclaims excitedly, looking the towering mech up and down. "What a lovely shade of pink! I saw a nebula once in my travels that was the same color and just as fetching!" He blinked, thinking a moment with a honied smile. "You seem different from the others of your kind I have met so far." He pointed out with a friendly tone.

Oh! There was someone talking to him!

A little organic looking being had shown up right near his pedes, so soft and pastel blue looking, ohhh what a darling! The phase sizer made sure to keep careful steps back from Hosin, kneeling down to get a better look at the pretty colored creature.

“My, you are absolutely adorable sweetpark! I appreciate the compliment, however, I think you have a much more beautiful color! Where are you from little friend?”

The little creature was so pudgy and cute, Overlord had to resist trying to scoop him up to bring him in to his faceplates to nuzzle at him.

[staticsqueaks]

(Go here and pick which handwriting closest resembles your muse's!) Font chosen: Quite Charming Font

Hosin's handwriting is rushed and uneven with how he holds his pen. He can write faster in cursive than in print which serves him well when he's taking notes on the fly, scrawling in his journal, or drafting reminders for himself before he forgets. He loves to write at length with flowery language about his observations, describing everything down to last minuscule detail. When in formal settings, he will sign his full title, but will usually just sigh "Hosin" with his sister and close personal friends. Hosin is required to use formal speech as Emperor of Suppaliax, and both speaks and writes words in full without abbreviation, even in informal settings. He never uses hyphenated words or words that are shortened such as "don't," "won't," or "couldn't." Instead he would write "do not," "will not," and "could not." His proper language has become a habit that he cannot seem to drop, no matter the situation. He often dots his writing with little hearts to spruce it up. Hosin is right handed, prefers to use cheap ballpoint pens as he usually loses them in his travels, and loves lined notebook paper because it's easier for him to follow evenly. He typically writes in black as colored pens are distracting to his busy mind and enjoys drafting handwritten letters to those he loves.

Tagged by: @loyal-logik AND @aircommndr Tagging: @heliotropez, @13urningstars, @flameofprimus, @biggest-ultra-mags, @martyrix, @rodimii, @followingprotocol, @xxdoctor-djdxx, @forgedcold, @polyhexianchicken, @dizzydiodes, @doorwings, @aprimesrpcorner, @mastermegatron, @red-in-revolt, @rosecoloredoptics, @gowithplana, @thee-forcefield-guy (I'm tagging a lot of you because I'm literally so freaking curious. If you do decide to do it, tag me so I can see what you do!! Anyone not listed can feel free to do so as well! ^_^)

[staticsqueaks]

What's your role in your found family dynamic?

The Protective One

it does not require much for you to take someone under your wing. you have a knack for seeing the best in others and rooting for them, and they look up to you in turn. they feel that you are safe to go to in times of chaos or strife, and are calmed by your presence. you take extra measures to make sure everyone feels supported. things that others might not even consider, you have already likely accounted for. in most scenarios, you are "the leader." your struggles tend to come from your desire to provide things to others. you want to give, to see those you love happy, to make wherever you are a place of comfort. your failures hit you hard because you see this as your responsibility, and you hate to let people down. …okay, yes, there's no avoiding it: this is the parent friend.

Tagged by: Stolen from @13urningstars Tagging: @thee-forcefield-guy, @rosecoloredoptics, @xxdoctor-djdxx, @loyal-logik, @aircommndr, @followingprotocol, @big-ultra-mags, @battlexworned, @wazzpinator-do-not-know, @aprimesrpcorner, @mastermegatron, @css-stupid-boatman, @faultfindingfirebot (WHOEVER ELSE WANTS TO)

[staticsqueaks]

𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄'𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐓

Name: Hosin Ambicoxie Ne Xa'aaer Raukuzas of Suppaliax

Alias: Hosin

Gender: None; Male presenting

Age: 15,000+ Suppalian starcycles. Equivalent to 45 years on earth.

Species: Suppalian

Zodiac: aquarius / aries / cancer / capricorn / gemini / leo / libra / pisces / sagittarius / scorpio / taurus / virgo / unknown

Abilities / Talents: Hosin is incredibly intelligent and has the uncanny ability to retain information given to him. He is made of amorphous latex and can change his shape, consistency, and size at will, as well as create functioning new appendages that can be removed later. As a pacifist, he rarely uses this in battle, but he does have the ability to smother and suffocate enemies with latex, create near impenetrable shields, and manifest lookalike objects out of liquid latex made from his body. He does not have the ability to die because of the impervious nature of the substance he's made of, but he can be reabsorbed into his home planet to be born anew if he feels he has lived enough of his life.

Alignment: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true

Religion: Hosin follows Suppaliachi, a modern Suppalian practice and language that preaches pacifism, free will, acceptance of others, and freedom of expression. They do not have a chief god/deity but do tend to agree that the universal forces of science around them are divine.

Sins: envy / greed / gluttony / lust / pride / sloth / wrath

Virtues: charity / chastity / diligence / humility / justice / kindness / patience

Languages: Hosin's people absorb information like sponges, and thus can recreate/learn most languages they come in contact with. The main languages he utilizes are; Suppaliachi, English, Irken, Cybertronian, Spanish, and German.

Family: Nala Opex; blood sister.

Friends: Everyone he meets, he considers a friend.

Sexual Orientation: heterosexual / bisexual / pansexual / homosexual / demisexual / asexual / unsure / questioning / other

Relationship Status: single / dating / married / widowed / open relationship / other (In his main true canon he's married. In other canons he's either dating or single)

Libido: sex god / very high / high / average / low / very low / non-existent

Build: twig / bony / slender/ average / athletic / curvy / chubby / obese

Hair: white / blonde / brunette / red / black / other (N/A)

Eyes: brown / blue / green / black / other (white)

Skin: pale / fair / olive / light brown/ brown / very brown / black / other (Blue)

Height: under 3 foot / 3-4 foot / 4-5 foot (4 foot 7 inches) / 5-6 foot / 6-7 foot / above 7 foot

Weight: under 100 pounds (less than 5 pounds) / 100-150 pounds / 150-200 pounds / 200-250 pounds / above 250 pounds

Scars: None

Facial Features: Bubbly, round, adorable. Hosin chose the way his face looked and did so with careful consideration.

Tattoos: Two little hearts on his cheeks.

Dogs or Cats?

Birds or Hamsters?

Red or Blue?

Yellow or Green?

Black or White?

Coffee or Tea?

Ice Cream or Cake?

Fruits or Vegetables?

Sandwich or Soup?

Magic or Melee?

Sword or Bow?

Summer or Winter?

Spring or Autumn?

The Past or The Future?

TAGGING IF YOU HAVEN'T DONE IT ALREADY; @rosecoloredoptics, @flameofprimus, @heliotropez, @doorwings, @xxdoctor-djdxx, @loyal-logik, @13urningstars

[aprimesrpcorner]

The prime was mentally and physically both exhausted, that was for sure, nightmares were truly horrific at times, and with all the guilt from the war, it wasn't a surprise the prime was going to develop them. Insomnia was a very common thing for him, and that wasn't well for his mentality that was for sure. Maybe that would work though, the red and blue mech did have a soft spot for when it came to doing art projects and such. Even if it was a tad bit embarrassing to admit.

"I-...alright then." It looked like he had wanted to argue with the other, to protest, as he didn't wish to waste his time, But he was clearly to exhausted to argue back.

At least he wasn't heavy to him, that felt a bit better to know, but it was unusual for him to be the one carried, that was for sure. Regardless, the mech allowed it to happen. But the colors were rather bright, but pretty Optimus had to say. For one bot, the sub ship was nice, and supplied enough for him, and a few guests he could tell. Not to mention the art supplies and stuffed animals and soft blankets made the berth very welcoming honestly. But he made a tiny little noise at being put down on the berth, well it was more comfortable than the Earth's ground. "T-Thank you Overlord, I really, do owe you for this. Truly." The prime said softly, watching as the other turned to the stove, he slowly grabbed a plushie of the form of a kitten, and held onto it, he really was looking like Orion Pax right now...softer, less battle hardened at the moment.

"Groundbridge accident yes, the Decepticon's were attacking and one of them grabbed the kids, I managed to get them to let go, and they were saved afterwards, but during the chaos the coordinates went haywire and a Decepticon pushed me in, you know the usual. I do hope, the others are alright."

Optimus always had shown worry for the humans, and his team mates, and to think that fight exhausted him to his limits.

"Optimus? Oh no you poor thing!" Something is wrong, he can feel it.

Overlord had his fateful run in with the slumbering mech during his trip back to Earth. It had been a long while since he'd last visited, so it came as a surprise to the triple changer that a prime himself was strewn about on the ground, seemingly offline, as if he was recharging. The massive point one percenter reached the prime, kneeling down and cupping the mech's cheek guard, using his free servo to try and awaken him with a few shakes.

""Optimus? What's going on?" @rosecoloredoptics

The red mech clearly was a bit of a mess so it seemed, struggling in his sleep, struggling to just to try to get away from this horrible nightmare.

In a way he could tell indeed it was his nightmares again, and he could tell that he was just stuck in recharge, and was stuck in his recharge. He over exerted himself clearly, and now he was paying the price for it. Slight orange tears did escape his optics as he struggled on the ground, clearly trying to get away from something.

“Nonono…please…” Optimus whined a bit as his frame shook, at first unaware of the mech in front of him, trying to console him and wake him up. It seemed his actions of staying up came to bite him with a vengeance. And now he was a victim in a way, vulnerable and anyone that had wrong intentions had their opportunity if they wanted to take it. The prime was weak right now.

However, thankfully Overlord wasn’t one of these bots, and with the servo of the other, and the soft shaking, he slowly was starting to come to, recognizing the voice of a friend. “Hnn…O-Overlord…?” His voice was groggy, and had a tremble to it…

[aprimesrpcorner]

The large Cybertronian clearly needed the help, even if he was to stubborn to admit that he did. But it wasn't and with their situation it could be considered quite dangerous that was for sure. And the nightmare did seriously seem quite bad, enough to make the prime struggle and squirm. It wasn't documented before if the primes had ever had a struggle like this one. But Optimus was still a mortal, and clearly he struggled from trauma just like everyone else involved in this war... "I-I apologize for giving you a scare there then..." He mumbled, ugh he felt horrible, but it wasn't a surprise after all that. The prime had noticed his positioning, and well admittedly didn't want to get up at the moment, his helm was still spinning. The mech really needed a more peaceful night of recharge, at this rate this was starting to affect him poorly... "T-Truly it's ok Overlord, and you really don't have to I will be fine..." The prime tried to state, he did have to go back to his teammates but...if he went back they may find out what happened, and he was going to get the biggest lecture from his team, maybe he'll just say he's going to be out for a bit longer and stay with the other mech. "You know...I actually may take you on that offer." He softly said, closing his optics, maybe some relaxing would do him good. He felt a little selfish he was going to use this protection but...if he did actually get better recharge, he could protect his friends better to.

"Optimus? Oh no you poor thing!" Something is wrong, he can feel it.

Overlord had his fateful run in with the slumbering mech during his trip back to Earth. It had been a long while since he'd last visited, so it came as a surprise to the triple changer that a prime himself was strewn about on the ground, seemingly offline, as if he was recharging. The massive point one percenter reached the prime, kneeling down and cupping the mech's cheek guard, using his free servo to try and awaken him with a few shakes.

""Optimus? What's going on?" @rosecoloredoptics

The red mech clearly was a bit of a mess so it seemed, struggling in his sleep, struggling to just to try to get away from this horrible nightmare.

In a way he could tell indeed it was his nightmares again, and he could tell that he was just stuck in recharge, and was stuck in his recharge. He over exerted himself clearly, and now he was paying the price for it. Slight orange tears did escape his optics as he struggled on the ground, clearly trying to get away from something.

“Nonono…please…” Optimus whined a bit as his frame shook, at first unaware of the mech in front of him, trying to console him and wake him up. It seemed his actions of staying up came to bite him with a vengeance. And now he was a victim in a way, vulnerable and anyone that had wrong intentions had their opportunity if they wanted to take it. The prime was weak right now.

However, thankfully Overlord wasn’t one of these bots, and with the servo of the other, and the soft shaking, he slowly was starting to come to, recognizing the voice of a friend. “Hnn…O-Overlord…?” His voice was groggy, and had a tremble to it…

[staticsqueaks]

“You always have a way with words, Overlord, that was quite soothing, darling.” Hosin sighed out his discontent and breathed in his friends good energy. “Knitting? I do know how, oh goody, oh goody!”

He hopped up and followed, beginning to think on what projects he wanted to pursue. “I think…I think I should make something to wear at night when I am cold, I quite often get cold. So you have any suggestions, you creative lovely little thing?”

“Kisses are marvelous little things, Hosin! You should enjoy it, my sweet rubber creature!”

Here comes overlord, pinching his cheek gently in his digits.

@rosecoloredoptics

Hosin huffs and crosses his arms to hug himself. "I...well I suppose you are right." He mumbles, feeling a bit better and allowing himself to smile into the delicate pinch. "It was an accident though...I should probably apologize."

[aprimesrpcorner]

The prime himself, didn't seem to mind the gentle servos all to much, he welcomed the gentleness. He didn't often get that type of treatment other then his team mates of course. Being a leader was tasking like this, it wasn't a surprise it came with consequences as well. But a proper recharge just would be nice, no nightmares flooding his dreams...that would be a miracle with someone like him wouldn't it? Tea did sound good right now though, maybe it would relax him... "Ah...won't be the first time someone has told me that so truly, it is fine." Optimus admitted with a light chuckle. A proper state of recharge, it was why he did pass out because he lacked it. Though, he let out a surprised noise being hurled up into a hold like he had been. It wasn't common where a bot was big enough to pick up the said prime, he was pretty tall himself after all. But heh, guess he didn't have a choice now. But the prime just let it happen. Well, he froze at the question slightly, and closed his optics. He will be willing to speak of it, just in due time. "I...believe I am, at least with you Overlord. But lets wait till we get to your place first? I think I'd be able to think more properly there." The mech admitted with a little sigh, a more quiet and private environment would help.

"Optimus? Oh no you poor thing!" Something is wrong, he can feel it.

Overlord had his fateful run in with the slumbering mech during his trip back to Earth. It had been a long while since he'd last visited, so it came as a surprise to the triple changer that a prime himself was strewn about on the ground, seemingly offline, as if he was recharging. The massive point one percenter reached the prime, kneeling down and cupping the mech's cheek guard, using his free servo to try and awaken him with a few shakes.

""Optimus? What's going on?" @rosecoloredoptics

The red mech clearly was a bit of a mess so it seemed, struggling in his sleep, struggling to just to try to get away from this horrible nightmare.

In a way he could tell indeed it was his nightmares again, and he could tell that he was just stuck in recharge, and was stuck in his recharge. He over exerted himself clearly, and now he was paying the price for it. Slight orange tears did escape his optics as he struggled on the ground, clearly trying to get away from something.

“Nonono…please…” Optimus whined a bit as his frame shook, at first unaware of the mech in front of him, trying to console him and wake him up. It seemed his actions of staying up came to bite him with a vengeance. And now he was a victim in a way, vulnerable and anyone that had wrong intentions had their opportunity if they wanted to take it. The prime was weak right now.

However, thankfully Overlord wasn’t one of these bots, and with the servo of the other, and the soft shaking, he slowly was starting to come to, recognizing the voice of a friend. “Hnn…O-Overlord…?” His voice was groggy, and had a tremble to it…

[staticsqueaks]

Hosin craned up into the pats, relishing them like sugar. Man, was everyone around here just into being affectionate? Not that he was complaining! "Well now, Suppaliax is my planet, my dear! Full of colorful latex based life." He explained simply, reaching up and patting that gentle servo back with careful hands. "Anyway, I like your name! It is full of raw power for someone so sweet!"

"Oh my stars!" Hosin exclaims excitedly, looking the towering mech up and down. "What a lovely shade of pink! I saw a nebula once in my travels that was the same color and just as fetching!" He blinked, thinking a moment with a honied smile. "You seem different from the others of your kind I have met so far." He pointed out with a friendly tone.

Oh! There was someone talking to him!

A little organic looking being had shown up right near his pedes, so soft and pastel blue looking, ohhh what a darling! The phase sizer made sure to keep careful steps back from Hosin, kneeling down to get a better look at the pretty colored creature.

“My, you are absolutely adorable sweetpark! I appreciate the compliment, however, I think you have a much more beautiful color! Where are you from little friend?”

The little creature was so pudgy and cute, Overlord had to resist trying to scoop him up to bring him in to his faceplates to nuzzle at him.

[staticsqueaks]

Hosin nodded through the praise, enjoying the loving pats until they retreated, leaving him pleasantly confused. "Fragile...?" He pondered the word, forgetting the language a moment before lighting up with understanding. "Someone else asked me that recently! No, no I am not like the balloons of Earth, my love! There is no way you can hurt me!" He cheered expectantly, silently hoping for more affection. "You are such a sweetheart- I mean a sweetspark, for the concern, but I promise nothing will happen to me or to you!" He reassured again, blinking when he remembered something. "Mm! I have heard through the grapevine that you enjoy origami, a wonderful paper folding technique! I do something similar by twisting and folding balloon animals into shape, but I have never tried it with paper." He paused, bringing his fingers together as he thought. "Would you show me how to make some things?"

"Oh my stars!" Hosin exclaims excitedly, looking the towering mech up and down. "What a lovely shade of pink! I saw a nebula once in my travels that was the same color and just as fetching!" He blinked, thinking a moment with a honied smile. "You seem different from the others of your kind I have met so far." He pointed out with a friendly tone.

Oh! There was someone talking to him!

A little organic looking being had shown up right near his pedes, so soft and pastel blue looking, ohhh what a darling! The phase sizer made sure to keep careful steps back from Hosin, kneeling down to get a better look at the pretty colored creature.

“My, you are absolutely adorable sweetpark! I appreciate the compliment, however, I think you have a much more beautiful color! Where are you from little friend?”

The little creature was so pudgy and cute, Overlord had to resist trying to scoop him up to bring him in to his faceplates to nuzzle at him.