#OPTIMUS

[sideswipesjetpack]

He makes me ill btw

[galaxyforu]

Well, here's the TFT autobots redid!

I'll have to draw weapons and vehicle modes later... But as for now we just have these fellas..

individual images ⬇️

[stregalin]

the judas kiss

[overlordraax]

Heya everyone! I have been working on something very fun. Been experimenting with glass paints and making a few faux stained glass pieces. Very fun to work on this!

Thinking of selling this at TFN. But it would be the only one I'm going to make. Not sure how to price it yet.

[hg80]

Happy halloween 👻

[nitrondusk]

What's the Buzz on Robot Drama Island?

Bumblebee is here! Optimus is a bit annoyed, but better late than never. I hear his buddy, Smokescreen is coming through the next ground bridge!

[driftsart]

[imagine-darksiders]

I've got a lovely bunch of Optimus sketches.

Tried to give his truck-mode expressions.

[starscreams-crown]

Megatron: "I've been preoccupied. Worlds to conquer. Enemies to crush with my bare hands. I spend most days scrubbing stale oil from my fingers."

Optimus Prime: "Megatron, everything you say -- do you realize this? -- everything you say is steeped in hate."

[lazy-veo]

“He will work for the government from now on.”

[sideswipesjetpack]

Paintings for DAYSSSS🗣️🗣️

[dezmolad]

A CYBERTRONIAN IS NOT A TOY, ITS A LONG-TERM RESPONSIBILITY!!!!!!!!

[evieeion]

spring time 🌷🌱🐝

[wibblewobblepop]

I have an angel and devil on my shoulder.

One is Megatron and the other is Optimus Prime.

Scratch that there’s a third stupid one in the middle and it’s Starscream.

[brandwhorestarscream]

A continuation of the last fic I redeemed please!

Finally getting back into this! More concubine AU, wherein Lord Consort Megatron struggles with labor and Optimus does everything in his power to be supportive

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Beside him, Megatron's vents wheeze terribly. A strangled, whistling inhale that belies how much pain he's in, even semi-unconscious. Soundwave’s concoction can only do so much, and it's efficiency seems to reduce with each dose. The sweet scented smoke had let him sleep over two megacycles at first, and when he woke for the first time his optics had streamed in agony. His EM field throbbed with the force of his suffering, and the painkillers from the medical team didn't seem to offer any relief. Or, perhaps it did, and what Optimus was witnessing was a lessened version? He shuddered to think about it. The second dose had lasted nearly as long as the first, but then they dipped drastically. The third one barely lasted three quarters of a megacycle. The next one, only half. After that, it seemed to stop knocking him out entirely, and left him only with dazed eyes and a sedate look. He still ached everywhere, it was as plain as day, but his body seemed forcibly relaxed. His ventilations were shallow, and slow, and rasped softly when he exhaled.

Optimus gently wipes his face with another damp cloth. There is nothing else he can do. The morning had ticked by, and they were well into the afternoon now. It seemed like torture for Megatron. He wasn’t permitted to eat or drink, and his seal stubbornly remained intact. Ratchet had made it clear the concubine was not leaving until either the contractions stopped, or the gestational seal broke. And there was nothing that was helping the discomfort and the hideous agony. His staff had been in and out all day–mostly Soundwave, coming with weighted heat packs and teas and anything else he knew could be an aid. He assured his master that everything was ready at the Pavillion, that the wetnurse was settled, Damus was taken care of, and the nursery would be disinfected twice a day every day til it's new inhabitants arrived. Everything was in order, down to the slightest detail–Megatron had nothing to worry about save for the emergence.

Optimus has never been more thankful that his mate has such a capable mech supporting him.

Between them, something presses against his leg, the slightest bit of pressure. Nearby, Megatron's jaw clenches and he hisses through his denta. “Alloy, please…” carefully he moves his servo down, cupping over the spot and rubbing as gently as he can. “Please, don't kick your mother there. You're hurting him.”

“Heh.” it's a bare whisper of a sound, a hoarse, sarcastic breath of a laugh, but it's the most Megatron has said in hours.

Optimus smiles at him, continuing to gently rub as he whispers, “There, good… no more of that, little one.”

His mate's neck lolls back against the pillow, something almost resembling a strained smile playing at his lips. “K- Keep- doing'that-!”

Optics wide, he nods quickly and sweeps his palm across the expanse of his belly in gentle, repetitive strokes. “Good, very good Alloy… don't kick your mother–dear, is this help-”

“Yeskeepgoing!”

“R-Right! Ah, hm, Alloy, be good to your carrier, please… just lie still- oh, and you too, Codex, be very good and be still for your carrier…”

The names had been decided on about halfway through the carrying cycle. Optimus had very fond memories of the Archives, and all of the mecha that had worked and lived there together with him. One who's memory was very tenderly held was Codexa: his carrier in all but legal title. She was a talented archivist and spatial cartographer, and he had nothing but the deepest respect for her. She was gone now, long since becoming one with the Allspark, but… he couldn't see her memorial portrait in the Archives every day anymore. He wanted to honor her, and to derive one of his children's names from her, seemed the greatest honor he could offer her. Megatron had nodded and agreed that it was a fine name, and requested to name their other child Alloy. It held similarly sentimental reasons as Codex did to the Prime, so he readily agreed. Which sparkling would have which name, they hadn't decided. Whomever best resembled the name, he supposed.

Optimus continues to gently whisper to them, continuing his gentle massage. He could feel the bitties still fluttering about, but they didn't seem to be stabbing their poor carrier anymore. That felt like a small victory, at least.

His mate's vents remain strained and shaky, but he keeps up the tender ministrations. Anything at all to help him. Megatron shifts, trying to redistribute some of his weight to alleviate some unknown pressure. Optimus shifts with him, free servo raising to offer assistance if need be.

“Ugh… s'hot-!” the concubine mumbles feverishly, grabbing at the thermal sheet draped over them and tossing it away. Optimus is inclined to agree: the berthpad feels hot when his legs readjust themselves, a concentrated warm spot where the other mech was just laying.

“Should I get you a fan?” He offers. “An ice pack?”

Exhausted, Megatron shakes his helm, optics still closed. So Optimus reaches to keep up his gentle rubbing and murmuring to the sparklings, only for his palm to touch something cold.

He frowns and sits up, slowly, servo stock still in the unexplained cold patch. The area beneath his leg that had previously felt warm is cold now, too. Cold, and damp.

“...Megatronus,” he swallows. “I think your seal has ruptured.”

Red optics pop open wide, and one clawed servo clamps down on his shoulder as the expectant mech pulls himself up. He squints down at the sheets for a moment, soiled with a massive wet spread beneath both of them. Instead of panicking, his concubine heaves a sigh. “Finally…!” He rasps, before bellowing, “SOUNDWA-A-AVE!”

His shout echoes through the entire medical wing with ease, and brings everyone running. Ratchet and his team of medics come in right behind Soundwave, and they waste no time getting to work. Disengaging the brakes of the medberth while Optimus slides off, quickly checking the silver mech's vitals as they prepare to move him into surgery. They'd been ready for hours, the operating room already disinfected and fully stocked. It's a frightfully short transition period, honestly, the four of them rushing around with swift, precise hands and quiet concentration. Optimus remains at his concubine's side, holding his servo and trying not to be in the way while First Aid runs an IV into his wrist.

“Epidural is in place, Lord Concubine,” Ambulon announces shortly after. “You should begin to feel the effects in about five to ten kliks. Please let us know when it does.”

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Ending it there because I'm EVIL and also my hands hurt ;o; um. I hope you enjoy? I'm trying to make more I swear. Hope you like the name reveal lol