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mskenway97 · 3 months ago
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TFP Optimus prime (Orion pax) x OC (Dionesea)
Butterfly Beast and Beautiful Cybertronian
Summary: The big butterfly encounters a memory from the past, someone he hasn't seen for a long time. It was not something they both expected.
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Warning: angst, fluff, reunion, little slip of madness
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I will put the links of pillowfort and ao3 to publish this application:
Pillowfort
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To Those About To Die
Transformers is now sharing my limited number of brain cells with bg3. Just dropping an oc fic before going back to that Astarion fic I'm in the middle of writing.
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There's a certain sort of bliss that is gained from knowing one may die the next day. Shadowblade tipped her cube backwards, feeling the highgrade slide down her throat and pool in her tank, warming it up. Around her, bots knocked back cube after cube of highgrade, filling the mess hall with rambunctious chatter and laughter. She let them indulge, after all, this may just be their last day.
"You're awfully quiet." A voice sound behind her. Her ears twitch and she lets the figure sit next to her. The figure hands her another cube of highgrade which she accepts with a nod of gratitude.
"It's possibly our last night alive, why are you here?" She snorts, keeping her gaze trained on the others.
"Well, I thought I'd check up on our glorious leader since she's hiding here in the corner instead of being front and center of the celebration." The figure, Stormwind, smiles, holding his cube of highgrade out. "A toast? To tomorrow."
"To tomorrow," she echoes, their cubes clinking. Stormwind grins, downing the entire cube before heading off to find Flamewar. Shadowblade waves him goodbye before turning her attention to the newcomer — Optimus Prime himself.
"Optimus," she greets with a nod.
"Shadowblade." His voice is filled with sorrow.
"I'm surprised you came." She offers him her half-drunk cube but he graciously refuses.
"They—you—all are still my Autobots. I would rather not sacrifice any of you." Optimus frowns. "There has to be another way—"
"There is no other way. This is war, Optimus. Sacrifices have to be made or you will never win." Shadowblade's ears flatten against her helm, her glossa peeled back to reveal fangs. "We chose to take up this mission, don't spit upon our choice."
"I wasn't—"
"You are. You're denying our choice to live and die how we want to. All of us here, we know what we're signing up for, we know we may not see the end of tomorrow but we still choose to fight. Back in the Pits, I was forced to fight, forced to enter the arena knowing I may not leave it alive. I was forced to die each and every day. At least this time, I'm choosing to my fight. I'm choosing my death, I'm choosing how I die." Her yellow optics shine with a fierce gleam. "Let me, let us have this choice."
"I would rather none of you die," Optimus murmurs, placing a servo on her forearm.
She laughs, but shoots him a look of gratitude and places a servo on top of his, giving it a gentle squeeze. He looks at her, sorrow in his optics and her spark skips a beat. The only Cybertronian to ever care whether she lived or died was right here, begging her to stay with him and yet she was choosing to face death.
"Don't worry about me." The words almost get stuck in her throat. She removes his servo from its place on her forearm. "Won't be the first or the last time I'm going to stare death right in the optic."
It will be the first time anyone's cared about whether she comes out on the other side.
"It doesn't mean you have to do this."
"You know there's no other way. The Ark has to take off, it's the Autobot cause's only chance of survival, and the Decepticons know that. They will do anything to ensure it gets destroyed. I'm one of the best fighters you have and one of the few who have nothing left to lose, I have to be there tomorrow."
Optimus' gaze lowers. He knows she's right, to a certain extent, but still, he wishes things could be different. Shadowblade was special to him, one of the few Autobots he had known before becoming a Prime and one of the few he leaned on when times were hard. To lose someone as precious as her…he didn't want to admit it but it hurt. He knew he had to place the needs of the many over his own needs, it was his duty as a Prime, but he hated how it tore him apart on the inside. He wanted nothing more than to abandon everything if it meant he could spend the rest of his life with the cyberwolf but to turn his back on those who had placed their trust in him, it would be betrayal of the highest order and he knew Shadowblade would kill him for that.
"You…have me to lose," he whispers. Her sharp ears catch it and she huffs, smiling ever so slightly.
"Find someone better. There's plenty of those out there, and many of them are vying for your attention. You'll find one that suits your tastes." Shadowblade grins, but he can see the sadness in her optics, the hurt that she's trying to hide for his sake.
"But there's no one like you."
A blush creeps onto her cheeks, turning them slightly blue. She looks away, but Optimus can see the small shy smile that has formed on her faceplate. He reaches out to touch her, servo gently slipping into hers and holds it tightly. He's never said the three words to her before, and now they quiver on the tip of his tongue, threatening to fall out. He doesn't want to lose the relationship, but he also doesn't want to squander the opportunity and never get to tell her his feelings.
"I should go and talk with the others. Knowing their personalities more will help with devising the battle strategy." She removes herself from the moment and rises to her pedes, but not before finishing her cube of highgrade. "Enjoy yourself."
And off the cyberwolf goes, forging ahead as always while Optimus watches her fading figure. She had always been focused on what's ahead, leaving the past behind, leaving her shackles behind. He was the one who always looked behind, at the days when he, Megatronus and her were the best of friends, when there had been no war.
Shadowblade can feel his gaze upon her and pushes the thought to the back of her processor. Such emotions will only serve to weaken her resolve, and she cannot falter, not when the moment is so close. She slips through the crowd, pushing through couples saying their last goodbyes, friends embracing each other and finds the one she is looking for.
"Swiftstrike. I'm surprised to see you here."
The jet turns, grinning. "And why would I not be here? This is the party of the dead, there's no place more fitting for the likes of me and you."
"More?" He offers her a cube of strong highgrade.
She takes it, sipping at the fiery blue liquid. "Tomorrow's battlefield is where we belong, not here."
He laughs, "what's wrong with enjoying ourselves a little before we die? Drink up, like the old times."
"Like the old times," she echoes, taking a gulp. She winces as the liquid burns her throat on its way down, making her optics water but she refuses to admit any weakness.
Swiftstrike grins, his sharp fangs glinting in the light and claps her on her shoulder. "Death is nothing new to us former gladiators. Tomorrow, we face it head-on, and whether we win or not, well that depends on how well we fight. As always."
"At least we get to choose this fight with death."
He laughs, harder this time. "Still hung up about that huh. Ever the idealist."
"I'm no idealist. I simply want to choose what I do with my life. Is that too much to ask?"
"We always had a choice. It was just two shitty choices — die by combat or die by execution. This time we have better choices — die by combat or live." He snorts. "But the gladiator in us will never let us choose anything that's not dying by combat."
"That's only if we haven't found anything to live for." Her yellow optics pierce through him, a fire he's never seen before burning in them. He raises an optic ridge in surprise, then slaps her hard on the back, sending her stumbling forwards.
"Who is it?" Swiftstrike is grinning widely, optics shining in amusement. "Spill."
Shadowblade rolls her optics, punching him in the shoulder. Hard. "I'm not telling you."
"As if." He punches her back. "Is it Stormwind?"
"You know he's got his optics on Flamewar."
"Wheeljack?"
"Frag off."
"Ultra Magnus?"
"I'd rather die."
"Hmm…who have you been talking to recently…ah Optimus Prime?"
"Shut it."
"You're blushing. I win!" He crows, knocking back another cube of highgrade.
"No I'm not!"
"Yes you are!" He cackles. "The great Shadowblade, the Wolf of Kaon, blushing because she has a little crush on the Prime himself!"
"Quiet!" She snaps, harder than intended but it only makes Swiftstrike laugh even more. She gives him a shove and he shoves back, laughing all the way.
"Ah, to have a crush on someone. How cute, little wolf." Swiftstrike pats her on the helm. "I'm surprised you volunteered for this mission, and even decided to lead it."
"I'm one of the few who can. If…if the Autobots, if Optimus is to survive this war, it has to be done." Shadowblade grows quiet, her face solemn. Swiftstrike sighs, then places a servo on her shoulder.
"Look. I can take your place. You don't have to be so selfless."
"I'm not—!"
"So a part of you still wants to die. Don't deny it." Swiftstrike shakes his helm with a snort. "I won't tell you to accept it, but I will tell you to think about the ones you'll leave behind. The ones you care about at least."
"It's because I care about them that I choose to do this!" The cyberwolf snaps. "You know me, you know I wouldn't just sacrifice myself for some random stranger."
"I also know that dying and leaving the ones you care about behind is pathetic."
"You—!"
"You know I'm right."
Shadowblade looks away, gaze downcast. Swiftstrike sighs, handing her a cube of highgrade which she knocks back immediately.
"Still, I won't stop you if it's what you want to do. It'll be an honour, to die fighting by your side." The former gladiator pats her on the back before taking his leave, leaving her alone with her thoughts. She glances at the bots who have chosen to face death tomorrow, with or without her, and searches the corners of the room for a certain bot, spotting his familiar red and blue frame seated exactly where she had left him. She starts to move towards him, catching herself at the last second and turns to eavesdrop on the conversations happening around her.
She learns of a couple who are prepared to die side by side, she learns of a grieving friend who chooses to go onto the battlefield tomorrow with a death wish so that they can join their friend in the Allspark, she learns of a group of friends who have no one but each other and are willing to die for the Autobot cause.
Shadowblade slips out for some fresh air, holding back the tears that threaten to spill over. She will be one of the few who will leave loved ones behind, she will be one of the few who will die alone tomorrow. Then again she has always been alone, at least from the moment she defected to the Autobots. Back then, she had Megatron, her brother, who swore never to leave her, who betrayed her as much as she betrayed him, who cast her out, and now…and now she had no one.
"It's quite the view, isn't it?" A low voice asks.
"It is." She replies. The red and blue figure inches closer until his shoulder presses against hers and she leans in, grateful for the comfort. He places a servo on top of hers, thumb brushing over the warm metal.
"Whatever your decision, I will support you, just as I promised."
She blinks at him, then breaks out into a smile. Thank you, she mouths, and turns back to look at the night sky. Her last moment of peace, savoured with the one whom she has given her whole life to. She could ask for nothing more.
"Just know that you have long paid your debt to the Autobots. You have nothing prove, nothing to make up for anymore." His words bring a tear to her optic which she quickly wipes away, pretending as though nothing happened.
"Optimus…" She swallows, uncertain about how to phrase her words.
"Yes, Shadowblade?"
"I…" Who knew it was so difficult to just say three simple words. She had faced down giants, faced death a thousand times over, and yet three simple words had defeated her.
"It's alright. You don't have to say it if you can't. Don't force yourself." He smiles reassuringly, and it only infuriates her more.
"I have to! It's probably going to be the last chance I get! I…I…I! Love! You!" It comes out nothing like how she had imagined it. Her delivery sounded so much better in her helm, so much more confident, self-assured, and yet this iteration made the Prime laugh.
It is a nice sound, she thinks, hearing Optimus laugh. If only it could last forever. At least I managed to coax one out of him before it's all over.
He beams at her once he's calmed down, leans in and whispers the same three words before pressing his glossa against hers. She kisses back fervently, desperately, claws digging slightly into his armour as she pulls him close, savouring the moment.
When they pull apart, Optimus looks at her with such adoration in his optics that Shadowblade almost doubts her decision to join tomorrow's battlefield but she remembers the commitment the other bots in the mess hall have made and steels her resolve.
"I'm glad I managed to tell you how I feel before we parted ways," Optimus presses his forehelm to hers, optics closed.
"Same here." She whispers back, cradling his faceplates in her servos. The two stay like that for a while, in the quiet night away from the bustle of the mess hall until someone calls for Shadowblade.
Letting out an annoyed noise, the cyberwolf reluctantly parts with the Prime and stalks towards the bot who dared shatter the sacred moment, much to said Prime's amusement. Optics crinkling, he watches her go, pitying the bot who called for her and decides to head back to the party.
Shadowblade scowls hard at Swiftstrike, who simply grins as if he hadn't just interrupted her moment with Optimus and ushers her up onto a table, placing a cube of highgrade in her servo. The gathering of bots cry out for a speech from the one who will lead them to their deaths tomorrow, wanting words that will bolster their courage, affirm their decision about the fight ahead, and most of all, comfort to bring with them when they stare death in the face.
She looks at the cube of highgrade in her servo, then up at the waiting crowd. She'd never been one for speeches, that was more of Megatron and Optimus' thing. She preferred watching from the sides, sticking to the shadows but she had been chosen for this, chosen to lead this group of ragtag Autobots who were about to throw their lives away for a cause they fully believed in.
Raising her cube of highgrade, she takes a deep vent. This is it, there's no going back now. Glancing at Optimus in the corner who simply gives her a small nod, she locks optics with the crowd before her.
"A toast, to we who are about to die!"
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eggariesalad · 4 months ago
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oc x canon thing
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r0ttingj3lly · 10 days ago
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Gotta tell my man of the hour he's looking hot
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magnimoon · 3 months ago
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OptiLily moment
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HELP, HE ISN'T REMOVING THE LIPSTICK STAINS!
Here's a sequel to this post.
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starspice-y · 3 months ago
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His tits be too damn big to look down 😔
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yuki2sksksk · 2 years ago
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@sunntownn , I love how you make Optimus is an anxious mess that worries for his soulmate but then there's his oblivious dumbass soulmate.
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(replacing y/n with oc cause)
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wrongdoormate · 5 days ago
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Ow my fck this man is finally starting to look like i'm picturing him in my head. Ma man is also wearing some clothing cause he was brought up in a galaxy where people wear clothes. Also he loves to stand out so give him lots of collors. (inspired by my favorite characters)
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takieorie · 3 days ago
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I can’t help but wonder….
Megatron x GN Bot Reader ish?
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I knew it was too good to last. I remember you at your worst, pushing yourself to exhaustion, working the mines until you were on the verge of collapse.
Neither of us asked for this… yet here we are.
We were so close once. We trusted each other, confided in each other, loved each other. Those precious slivers of time we stole together, just to watch the sun dip below the horizon, those moments were everything.
But then, you began to change. I searched for you, wondering where the person I loved had gone. I could still hold you, still speak to you, but the words coming from your lips were no longer my lover’s. Your once soft voice hardened into a haunting melody that would echo through my dreams.
You no longer looked like you, thought like you… you were barely even there.
I pleaded to Primus for a sign, anything to show me that the one I loved was still there, waiting for me.
When you finally did call my name, for the first time in years, something in me stirred with hope. You stood tall before your soldiers, extending a hand towards me. Disbelief mingled with longing as I climbed the steps, reaching out to touch your hand, your once warm, familiar hand, as you drew me close.
It was like a dream, your lips so near to mine. But that’s all it was… a dream.
Reality crashed around me as you shouted, “No weaknesses.” One shot was all it took. I watched, numb, as pieces of my body lay scattered on the ground behind me. Your face held nothing but a smug satisfaction as you cast me down to your soldiers.
I couldn’t feel the pain, just the sight of your soldiers turning away, following you without a second glance.
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I think back to that moment often. If it weren’t for Optimus, would I have died there? Would you have even looked back? I doubt it.
Now everyone, or those who have survived are stranded on Earth, a prisoner to your choices. But I will admit, the sunsets here are beautiful, just like those we once shared on Cybertron. I wonder, do you remember them? Do you even care?
I can’t help but wonder, in the cold silence of your heart……
do you still think of me?
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mskenway97 · 3 months ago
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TFP Optimus prime (Orion pax) x OC (Dionesea)
Past Songs
Summary: Memories of the past torment a poor giant butterfly by recalling moments with a prized cybertronian.
Words: 1,295
Warning: angst, metions of deaths
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I will put the links of pillowfort and ao3 to publish this application:
Pillowfort
Ao3
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dragonridernoobie · 3 months ago
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Hi! I hope your doing okay, please feel free to ignore if you aren’t feeling up to writing:>
Maybe a cybertronian reader who’s blind? With Ratchet, Optimus, Megatron and Wheeljack(or just Optimus and Megatron if you don’t have the energy for all of them) transformers prime as usual
Also, TRANSFORMERS PRIME OC, their name is Sonic Surge and they are blind(meaning they don’t have eyes in this scenario….)
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I've never done a blind OC yet (I think). Also, thank you, but I will always get to a request. I'm injured but doesn't mean I am not writing. It just takes me so long to write stories with one hand without it cramping (Since my Dominate hand decided to get Electrocuted) but I will always get to it. So thank you for you're Patience
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Optimus X Blind Reader X Megatron
Optimus
When he was out on a mission with his team, they where attacked by the decpticons when they got to close to a energon mine.
Obviously, they fought back.
Shooting, fighting, the whole jazz.
Intel optimus noticed somthing in the corner of his optic.
A human sitting on the edge of the cave, hiding behind a rock.
So, with carful moves, he ran over and picked the human up.
He called a retreat since they have a human life with them.
Once back at the bace though, he noticed how the human wasn't looking around, or at them. They where just shaking.
So, he asked them their name....(Y/N)
He asked them why they were wearing a visor and they explained they are blind and where born without eyes.
He was very surpised about this.
He welcomed them to the team and made himself (Y/N)s guardian.
Optimus wouldn't lie, he is extra carful with (Y/N).
He helps them when they don't know the layout of the base.
He gives them a ride home and much as possible.
He loves to listen to (Y/N), since because of their blinders, they have to learn everything from touch, sound, smell, and taste.
He finds it so interesting.
Optimus dosent choose favorites...but...he might like (Y/N) a tad more.
Megatron
He ordered his troops to go capture a human pet from the autobots.
When his drone brought a human with no eyes to him, he was surpised, mad.
Mad, because this was not a human pet, and this human was defective!
Though, he will have to give the human props for not freaking out.
They where just sitting in the drones hand, shaking but not making noise.
He asked the human what their name was....(Y/N)
What ever, he ordered the drone to take the human to knockout so he can study the human.
While (Y/N) was with knockout, he found out that knockout and The human have gotten along.
So, he decided to take the human for himself to torture.
Not even 5 minutes later, he is losing his patience.
It's hard to scare somone without eyes.
He decided to just keep a human as a pet.
Surprisingly, he got used to (Y/N) being on his shoulder.
Plus, (Y/N) has sharp hearing so they would be able to tell megatron noises that he hasent heard yet.
He also made sure (Y/N) had their own little room.
Ya, the human is very much megatrons favorite person.
He will portect (Y/N) to.
Especially from starscream.
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artxssa · 7 months ago
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Silverblast (OC) likes to think out loud
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susu-bot-00 · 5 months ago
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COMMISSION FOR THE EVER!! @nova--spark a very sweet friendsy
Today we have 🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁 OP and Alba✨️
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I love them sm sm 🙂‍↕️
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magnimoon · 3 months ago
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MORE OPTILILY MOMENTS
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I wanted to make a prequel before "Heather" becomes sober once more, she's right in the middle of it.
This is a prequel to this post
It got too popular, which motivated me to make an HD version
Now... I don't know what to do next, feel free to ask anything about my OC or the fanfic!
Here's the picture without the Tumblr text
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starspice-y · 4 months ago
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Bedtime cuddles :)
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yuki2sksksk · 2 years ago
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