#jetpack s

[remyfire]

The Let Them Sleep cinematic universe

[stormvanari]

mermay means:

🦑Abyss AU🦑

disassembly drone edition

[roastedpriv]

s-09 in pony town :333

that dang smirk

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

Fall Out Boy, Hum Hallelujah // Jet Pack Blues // Rat A Tat // Love From the Other Side

[pepperpatchproductions]

So, I recently got a drawing tablet (Ipad like not like a professional one) and so I decided to draw Ulala as a sort of test run to see how I do on a far bigger surface. (I was drawing on my phone untill now)

[xboxissues]

New Xbox Games for January 13 to January 17 2025

[devils-yui]

Hi, yeah, sorry for the worst and most blurriest photo ever but oh my god do I think about this scene. SPECIFICALLY,,, D-16's strength and being able to lift up the absolute HUGE rock double times his size and probably more to help save Jazz while Orion Pax is pulling him out. Like, yeah--there was the jetpack, BUT EVERYTHING ELSE??? RAW STRENGTH ALONE.

D-16 is so strong and I've definitely mentioned this before in a post but since it got absolutely purged off the face of the Earth since my accidental deactivation, I will say it again now. D-16 is SO strong, even before his ascension to being Megatron.

People have mentioned this before and ofc I will address it, one of the main parts of D-16's strengths that we do get to see is him catching Darkwing's fist, marking of his fast reflexes and the fact that he caught Darkwing's fist, DARKWING--who is literally double the size of the cogless miner that D-16 is and yet still catches it, albeit with a tremble here and there but still he caught that fist before it would hit Orion. Also Orion getting donked too, even with just a semi-light punch from D-16, or at least the softest it could get to be believable. Then there's also D-16 punching straight ROCKS throughout their escape from the unstable energon mine, he PAVED a pathway for Orion Pax and Jazz to get out... AND OH MY GOD DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THE CONCEPT ART WHERE D-16 CANONICALLY WORKS OUT BASICALLY WHERE HE WAS PUSHING DENTS INTO A STEEL PUNCHING BAG.

a STEEL punching bag!! and yeah okay I get it, they're metal--but if you look in the background, there's also some bots(?) training with the steel punching bag and from what I can see? No dents

D-16 is just STRONG, and I admire it sm. That's why he is the TOP of his sector I'd imagine like his strength just didn't come out of absolute no where or the fact that his strength came from receiving his cog, no. He had it since the start and having the t-cog allowed him to access his full potential and strength and GRHHRGHGR GRHRHR (proceeds to flail and foam at the mouth)

[therobotsarestuckinmyhead]

May I request headcanons for Optimus Prime from Transformers One, featuring a Cybertronian male romantic partner who shares similarities with Viktor from Arcane—an extraordinary inventor?

♡ [TFO] OPTIMUS w/ s/o Similar To VIKTOR From Arcane

how did you know i watch arcane though? regardless, i shall deliver anon. viktor is lowkey my babygirl so i loved this ask.

scenario: Orion fell for an inventor with a deteriorating health condition and that didn't change when he became Prime

warnings: slight angst given Viktor's health condition

— Optimus has always admired you in a way. There wasn't a single bot in the mines who didn't know you. Out of every single one of them, you were an outlier in every sense of the word and that caught young Orion’s optics.

— It was intrigue and curiosity that led the young Orion to you. The reckless mech was more than ready to be your lab rat, testing out your latest inventions. While he's no longer as reckless, he still takes the liberty of testing out your latest inventions. They save his aft out there on the battlefield numerous times.

— You're sort of like his personal modifications bot. You're the one that tweaks his frame with newer, more efficient weaponry and defences. Optimus appreciates it a lot.

— He looked up to you then, he looks up to you now. Despite being occupied with something as tedious as mining, you worked shifts like everyone else. Not only that but you managed to make mining a lot easier for everyone; from repairing their busted jetpacks to coming up with new ways to spot tunnels before they collapse, you made everyone's life easier and that doesn't change even now. Because now you're inventing things to help the Autobots; whether it's with issues related to simple industries or military, you're the mech with a solution.

— Optimus definitely asks you for your opinion on things, you always have a spot on the table to give your input. Not only because he loves you but also because you're educated and learnt. The Prime is more than grateful for your intelligence.

— But he hates, hates remembering how much healthier you used to be. Optimus looks at you, much more frail and tired looking now and it makes his spark ache. You're sick with something and nothing he does seems to be able to fix it.Prime has Ratchet on your case.

— Ratchet slowly figures out what's wrong with you. Your ventilation systems are rusted out from all the toxic gasses and moisture from the mines, your systems lack adequate galvanization and so they're rusting from the inside. You struggle with your temperature regulation and it's slowly damaging your frame.

— You're trying to engineer a cure but none so far have worked. Optimus is encouraging you to keep trying no matter what though and he hopes, Primus he hopes you find it because if there's anyone brilliant enough to find one, it's you.

— Optimus’ affections are gentle, he will cup your face and look into your tired optics with nothing more than adoration. Subtle gestures, standing up for you, holding your servo, gentle kisses to your helm. That's his thing and he will love it if you would reciprocate. You take a break from tinkering in your lab and come by to his office and give him a peck on his check or kiss on his forehelm and he will cling onto that for days.

— Whenever Optimus goes to the surface for expeditions, he brings back whatever interesting finds he sees. Anything that catches his optics, usually it's something that would remind him of you. Not to mention the way you have that soft smile on your faceplates when you get something interesting to do a study about.

— Optimus is hesitant to take you on expeditions to the surface but would cave in after some pressure from your side, he would never want to upset you. It's just that he doesn't want you getting anymore sick… and the surface is dangerous, you're not exactly a fighter. But Optimus has seen your inventions and their capabilities, you will be able to fend for yourself if you have your gadgets with you.

— Optimus routinely walks into your lab in the middle of the night to find you working and then proceeds to scold your workaholic tendencies. He can feel the lack of your warmth beside him on your shared berth and it makes him frown all the time because he knows where you would be.

— But he's somewhat of a hypocrite in that department because ever since Optimus became… Optimus, he's been busy with running Iacon; from administration to military, he rarely gets any breaks himself. So he doesn't go too hard on you. But he wants you to rest. Badly. He worries if it worsens your health.

— Sometimes, he will ask you about the workings of some of your latest inventions. Not because he's a science-mech or even understands what you're saying but your optics light up whenever someone seems to take interest in what you make. Optimus finds it adorable. Everything you say is entering one audial and leaving the other, he's busy admiring you. But he's trying to retain something, solely for the purpose of enquiring more so that you ramble on.

— You're best friends with Wheeljack and that… somewhat worries him, often. He doesn't know what to expect but when the two of you put your processors together, a lot usually happens.

— Other times, the two of you just sit next to each other and you fall into recharge with your helm against his pauldron after working the night in your lab for so long. Optimus doesn't move a bit, he just looks down at you with a fond smile and slowly shifts, picking you up and setting you down on your shared berth.

— Now that he's Prime, he's loaded with cash. Stacked. You have a new lab, a new everything with all the equipment you could've only ever dreamed of having back down there in the mines. Optimus unveiled it to you like a surprise and he had never seen you so excited in his whole life. You had the widest smile and kissed him across his face senseless.

— Your projects also get a lot of his funding! Yes, you're funded by the Autobot government now. Isn't that amazing? Optinus also thinks it's a great idea when you share plans of letting more brilliant minds into your lab for assistants and such. He thinks it's a good idea not because it would make your work easier but because at least there would be someone around to make sure you're not overworking yourself when Optimus is busy being Prime. Also someone would be there to aid you if your health gets in the way.

— His favourite part of you are your servos! They're so gentle and nimble, especially since they deal with such intricate machinery. It's somewhat rough but he likes them nonetheless. Optimus likes them anywhere on his frame to be honest.

— Your deteriorating health is a huge concern for him. It's eating his processor. He doesn't have long with you and he wishes, he wishes with every single joule of energy in his spark that he could buy more time with you. That you could find a cure; he has consulted nearly every medic in Iacon and it has been futile, it's an irreversible manufacturing defect… Optimus dreads it. So every second he spends with you, he cherishes it. He tries to make it as happy and lighthearted as possible.

yay im almost halfway done!

[blueberri-blu]

Hi hi! Can I request Rise Donnie seeing his s/o wearing a "I <3 nerds" shirt?

Hiii!! Of course! I love it when y'all send requests! At first, I was thinking of making headcanons... But then my mind came up with a much funnier idea, so I present to you this Oneshot (⁠ʘ⁠ᴗ⁠ʘ⁠✿⁠)

I <3 Nerds ✯

[Rise]Donnie x gn!reader

Slightly Suggestive

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April gifted you the shirt as a gag gift, a white shirt with black writing that said "I <3 Nerds"

It had been sitting in the back of your closet, waiting for a good use for it. You were always teasing him, whether it was moving some of his things only a couple centimeters, or sitting in his lap while he's working.

You randomly remembered the shirt while getting dressed and thought, why not?, you didn't think you'd actually get a reaction from him.

So, you wore the t shirt and some comfy pants and went down to the lair.

You said hi to Mikey and Leo who were in the living room, and waved to Raph who was training, and made a beeline to the lab

When you opened the door and walked in, you noticed Donnie was standing and working on his jetpack. You walked over to him and tapped him on the shoulder

He turned to you, giving you his full attention, "Oh, hello dearest, I don't remember you notifying me of your visit?" "Sorry Don, it's just my schedule cleared up, so I thought I'd come see you!" Your happy grin made him relax a bit. "Well in that case, allow me to finish up here, and I will accompany you to the kitchen for some pizza" "aaaaaalrighty don" he quirked an eyebrow at your elongated word, a clear sign you were up to something

While he was working, he kept shooting you suspicious glances, almost as if to tell you to fess up what it was you were up to

But you stayed quiet, albeit, grinning like the Cheshire cat, but quiet. Once he finished, Donnie walked over to you, and gave you a hug, allowing his head to fall onto your shoulder.

"Doooooniiiieeeee" oh no he thought, what did you do... "Yes, my love" "Did you see my shirt?" He looked at you curiously, then looking down, reading it, taking a second to process it, and saying "Oh, *amused chuckle* well now, so you love Nerds, hm?" "It's what the shirt says" "hmph well, it's completely inaccurate"

You had seen Donnie jealous a couple times, he'd normally end up with his hand on your waist, and him telling you about all the amazing things he's done, but this was a feeling you couldn't quite place

Donnie grabbed your waist, hoisted you up onto his desk, standing between your legs. He reached over you, your face all too close to his plastron, grabbing a black permanent marker. He proceeded to scratch out the "Nerds" part of your shirt while saying "I am not a nerd, I am a genius, there is quite the difference dearest"

After scratching out "nerd" he wrote "My Genius, Donnie" on it , only in purple marker instead. And since he already had you here, he might as well take advantage.

You were blushing, definitely not thinking he'd react this way. Donnie closed the distance between you two. He kissed you until your lips were red and puffy, then started to trail kisses down your neck. Once he reached the base of your neck, he stopped, and he whispered "Do you want to be mine?" you were putty in his hands, too lost in how much affection he was giving you, you just nodded. He proceeded to leave little bite marks on your shoulder, and then licking and kissing them better.

Once your shoulder was covered in Donnie's bites, he pulled away, satisfied with his work. "I suggest we hurry if you still want pizza, surely Leo will have no issue finishing a box by himself, My Love" you were still a bit hazed from his onslaught, but followed anyway.

You will be getting more of these shirts for him to "correct"

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I loved this idea! Maybe I went a little overboard, but... I regret nothing. I really hope you enjoyed it! I love y'all <3

[andy-15-07]

Hiiiii

Can we have some hc for Joaquin Torres for when the reader is pregnant and what he's like as a dad

And how he reacts to his kid(s) groe up and ve independent, dating, college etc

Soaring Through Parenthood & Beyond

PAIRING: Joaquin Torres x Reader 💋

WORD COUNT: 334 ✍️

REQUESTS: Open! 💌 (send yours my way — I love writing them all!)

🌟 Danny Ramirez Masterlist 🌟

🌙✨ Pregnancy Moodboard ✨🌙

the way he whispers “I love you” to your bump at 3 AM bonus points: soft Spanish lullabies hummed into your skin so both of you can fall asleep wrapped in warmth.

late-night Target runs for your weirdest cravings—pickle-and-peanut-butter sandwiches? he’s there with two in a paper bag and a goofy grin.

Instagram story content king

clip of him feeling baby kick: “🚨 FIRST KICK 🚨”

snap of him testing every single onesie: “Which one?”

poll: Potty-training tips: YES / HELL NO

pregnancy yoga together on the living-room rug, his forearms as your balance-point. you wobble, he catches you—always.

digital ultrasound frame on his bedside table, with a heart-shaped LED light softly pulsing beside it.

👶🏻💭 Daddy Torres Classics 💭👶🏻

first diaper change

internal monologue: “Why is this… so complicated? Wait—wipes go here?”

triumphant face-plant “Got it!!”

bedtime story binges

turns every character into a tiny future pilot (they all get “wrench + jetpack” cameos)

ends with: “And then the brave little flyer saved the world—just like Mommy and Daddy.”

teach-‘em-young flight lessons on the swing in the park: “Feel the breeze, kiddo—this is freedom.”

#DadJokes for days

toddler: “Daddy, why?”

him, deadpan: “Because ‘why not’ was already taken.”

11 PM dance parties in the kitchen with baby strapped in a carrier—“FIESTA!” he yells, spins you both to Reggaetón.

first day of preschool photo shoot so extra it rains confetti and he’s there in a matching “Team Torres ” tee,proudly cheering on his little co‑pilot.

🎓🌱 Watching Them Grow 🌱🎓

college-application care package

homemade empanadas

“Don’t stress” mixtape on a USB shaped like a jet

letter: “You’ve got wings—go fly.”

text thread surviving teen angst

Kid: “I hate my life.”

Joaquin: “Life’s better with churros. 🚀”

snap of churros at the door.

first “I’m dating someone” convo

him, pretending casual: “Oh? A partner? What’s their GPA?”

them: “Seriously, Dad?”

him, 0.2 s later: “Just kidding—treat them well or I’ll throttle them.”

blue-light-filter FaceTime at 2 AM when they’re homesick:

he reads them a made-up bedtime story

they both end up laughing

“Miss you, kiddo.”

wedding day cameo

proud-as-hell dad dance moves on the floor

tears behind aviators as he toasts: “To my copilots—always go full throttle.”

[tmntxthings]

(First of saw your recent ask with the anon and I hope you’re feeling a bit better since answering that! Please don’t rush to answer this or your other requests and i hope you feel better soon!)

I AM CHEWING ON YOUR DONNIE X READER WORKS OML BRO WHAT ARE YOU FEEDING YOUR INNER WRITER YOUR WORK IS ✨DIVINE✨ 😔👌

I cant resist making a request but you know Donnie flies/hovers with his battle shell in some episodes right to get around?? So what if Donnie having an s/o who is fascinated by the idea of flying, so one day, after much pestering Donnie gives in and decides to fly them around New York for a bit. BUT only if he is there with them, cuz Donnie is not about to have a stress induced heart 

attack if they loose balance. 

Donnie himself doesn’t really understand the fascination with flying cuz….well nothing is especially different, it’s just the city but from high up. But then mid sentence he looks to his partner and stares in silent awe at the fascination twinkling in their eyes as they admire the view??

I’m sorry I’m such a goddam sucker for this sort of stuff

一∑ Nights Like These 。・゜・

author’s notes: you paint a pretty picture anon, I could see it all play out thru my head! hope you enjoy <3

warnings: fluff, unedited

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“Y’know what would be cool?”

Donatello blinked, his stare deadpanned. He was over this. You had asked so many times already. And each time, he had given you his answer. A resounding no. So he continued to tap at his phone while you sidled up next to him on the couch.

“Donnieeeeeee!”

A drawn eyebrow twitched. He wasn’t going to deign that with a response. You were being trivial at this point.

“Please!”

He let out a long sigh. Clicking his phone shut as dark irises finally turned in your direction. By this point it was clear you were never going to let it go. The word no, didn’t exist in your vocabulary. At least not when it came to the possibility of flying.

With his attention now on you, a speech was suddenly underway.

“I’ll do everything you say! Take a whole Donnie-training-course on how to fly a jetpack!! Just let me try! Please! Pretty please!”

You sure did know how to beg. Maybe it was unfair of him. But he didn’t like the idea of you in the air at all. You weren’t exactly known for coordination. You sucked at driving video games. How would you be able to command a jetpack that could go from zero to a hundred in seconds flat?

It was dangerous.

You could get injured or worse! There were so many terrible scenarios that ran through Donnie’s mind, he almost went back on his phone. But your hands latched onto his arm, pulling his thoughts back to the here and now.

“Nothing bad will happen! You’ll be right there beside me!!”

It was weird how you knew exactly what to say. Exactly how to sway him. Maybe his face was an open book, or maybe you just knew how to read him too well. This time his sigh was one of defeat.

You cheered.

~

After many, many lessons Donnie finally felt it was safe enough for you to put the jetpack on.

By this point you knew what all of the buttons did. All sorts of emergency protocols. And you may even be considered a certified pilot depending on the country.

Rigorous couldn’t even begin to describe what regiment Donnie had put you through. But it all paid off in the end. Because now you were strapped in.

“Alright, looks like it fits. How does it feel? I designed this one according to your specs.”

Donnie was circling around you. A hand underneath his chin as he looked for a reason to call the whole thing off. But you were on the moon.

“It’s perfect! Oh my gosh, I can’t believe it. Finally!! We get to fly together!!”

How could he shatter that bright smile of yours now? He’d put this off long enough. So he nodded, and led the charge out of the lair.

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“Remember, if you feel out of control—“

You cut him off before he could finish.

“Don, I know! Stop and hover. Can I power on now?”

“No not yet we have to go through all of… Y/N!”

There was no patience left within you as Donnie kept talking so you just took off mid-sentence. He hollered after you. He took chase, his own jetpack roaring to life.

You were going way too fast. Donnie couldn’t tell if you were even under control! Just above the rooftops you flew by. Weaving past units and it became clear that you did know how to fly. His anxiety lessened but he still kept tailing you. Just in case.

At one point you slowed down enough for Donnie to be flying right by your side. Your smile dazzled him as you glanced over. Eyes twinkling in awe as you pointed out the bridge where Donnie and his brothers did the pizza box stacking competition.

“Race you there!”

You shouted and not a second later you were going max speed.

Now you may be a natural but Donnie had been flying far longer than you. The only advantage you did have was a slight head start. The wind picked up as the two of you flew higher. The finish line apparently being the highest point on the bridge.

Donnie won. He knew the best path to take after all from a projected route via his goggles. He watched as you made it to him. Slowing down and then circling him in the air while you laughed out in joy.

“This is amazing!!”

You exclaimed as you landed in front of him. It was high up, the wind whipping past the both of you. But the cold didn’t seem to affect your spirits at all. Your arms were raised in the air, back turned to him, whooping out for all of New York to hear. None of them would, not even the passengers in their zooming cars below. But Donnie could.

His heart did a strange thump beneath his plastron. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He felt a little breathless.

“Thank you! I- just, thank you for this! I never thought in my lifetime I’d be able to do something so… so..!”

The words were slipping from you as you had faced Donnie to express your gratitude. This was something that only happened in movies. That only happened in dreams! Your hands came up and moved in an expression that tried to convey how big this all felt to you. These emotions!

“We can do it again. However many times you like.”

Donnie replied after a moment.

You didn’t let the shock pass your features. You had wondered if he would let you fly again. So you had tried to get it all out of your system. Not knowing if the first would be your last. You smiled brightly for him.

“My worries seem to have been for nothing. You’re a natural at flying.”

A compliment. You could only smile brighter.

“Well, I don’t know about all that,”

And his mouth opened to argue. Not liking how you were putting yourself down. But before he could you continued.

“I had a great teacher!”

You mused at how his mouth snapped shut. His eyes darting away, a hand coming up to rub the back of his bandana.

“Really. He was the best! He’s too smart!”

He had to turn away as the compliments kept coming. Had the wind stopped? It was suddenly a bit warm up here. You had the nerve to giggle at his shyness before you powered up your jetpack again.

He turned immediately back to you, expecting you to take off again. But this time you hovered. Offering your hand to Donnie. He couldn’t help but take in the view. The night sky your backdrop, few stars even more satellites. But it was as if you were glowing before him.

His own hand reached out, fingers brushing against your palm, before taking a firm grip.

He held your hand.

[lets-try-some-writing]

A Brother In Need

A gift for @nova--spark and a partial continuation of this post by her (ft. my fic blurb for it).

Sometimes, when things are dire, the Matrix can tear through the very walls between worlds. It can call out to others, summoning Primes to aid a brother in need.

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Optimus grunted as another shot scorched his armor. The upgrades he’d received were doing nothing against the raging force of nature that was Megatron. A jetpack was useless against a forged flyer. The Magnus hammer, which he’d not so quietly borrowed, was doing slag all do deter his foe.

Being taken prisoner had done nothing to calm Megatron or make him less of a deadly opponent. With Ultra Magnus out of commission, all Optimus could do was try to buy time while the Autobots got themselves organized. The battle had already raged for almost five minutes, a near eternity for Optimus, who, as much as he hated to admit it, was certainly not built for war. He could only hold off for so long, and with no allies en route, he was essentially a sitting duck.

Every dodged attack slowed him down. Each hit he managed to land seemed to bounce right off of the warlord. Even with the Allspark resting within its casing around his neck, providing him with energy he sorely needed, he was still losing. Bit by bit, he was pushed back closer toward civilian regions. It had never gotten this bad, not even on Earth.

“Foolish Prime. You will learn the meaning of suffering for daring to put me in chains.” Megatron flew at him yet again, and all Optimus could do was struggle to keep his frame from overheating as he forced himself to dodge. Unfortunately, Megatron was faster, hitting his jetpack with a well timed strike and finally sending him careening toward the ground. Optimus adjusted mid-fall, slowing his descent and landing on his pedes. However, as he attempted to get back into the skies in the hopes that it would limit civilian casualties, his jetpack failed to function. It puttered uselessly against his back, reminding Optimus again of just how dire things really were.

“I’m not going down without taking you with me!” He taunted his foe, running as far away from housing districts as possible. The Allspark weighed heavily around his neck, thrumming with strange energy he did not understand. It did little to aid him, but its glow reminded Optimus of what he was fighting for. 

Megatron could not win. Not while Optimus still functioned.

“I will strip you of your armor, one plate at a time!” Megatron roared in outrage, landing with a thunderous crash that left Optimus reeling. He clutched the Magnus hammer, not letting himself focus on the faint tremor of his digits as he raised the weapon high. He checked his comms, frantically letting his optics flicker around the area in hopes that someone, anyone, would come to his aid.

He saw and heard nothing. No one was coming. He was alone.

“I’d like to see you try.” He could sense the stress warnings for his servos running across his vision, but Optimus dismissed them. He needed to keep fighting, to buy more time for Sentinel to get things in order as acting Magnus. He doubted his former friend would actually aid him, but if Optimus could do something to give the Autobots a chance, then he would gladly put his life on the line yet again.

He took a deep vent, the world slowing around him as Megatron unsheathed his blade and leapt forward. Optimus distinctly recalled wondering if there would be anything left of his frame once the battle was done as the warlord’s blade met his hammer. 

The shock rattled his entire frame, knocking his shoulder from its socket. He didn’t have time to cry out in pain before he was forced to try and block another hit, then another, and another. He tried to fight back, but every time he tried to land an attack, Megatron’s blade cut through his armor like it was made of tinfoil. He was covered in gashes, each burning as they bled. He stumbled, trying to keep his balance as Megatron smiled, stalking forward and pushing Optimus up against a wall. 

“This is what happens when you play soldier, Optimus Prime. Now, you will die like the disposable pawn you are.” Optimus spit up energon, coughing as he clutched a particularly deep wound with one servo. The Magnus hammer was held weakly up in front of him, his entire arm shaking from the effort as he prepared to block. Part of him hoped that his team would arrive and save his sorry aft. The rest of him was praying for a decently quick and honorable end, perhaps a blaster shot to the spark.

Unfortunately for him, Megatron had other plans.

The warlord swung his blade, sending the Magnus hammer flying away from Optimus’s grasp. He cursed, getting into a combat position despite how battered and tired he was. His vents were flared wide, his fans running on their highest setting as he panted and tried to play hero. Everything ached and burned, his vision flickering from energon loss. But he was not given a chance to even try to preserve his honor as the hilt of Megatron’s blade collided with his helm, knocking him to the ground.

He cried out in pain, no longer able to stifle the agony of his failing frame. He heard Megatron laugh as a kick landed on his abdomen, sending Optimus flying against the wall behind him and leaving him to purge what little he had in his tanks before coughing up energon that had to have come from something internal being ruptured. 

He shook in terror that he could no longer mask as the warlord loomed above him, his towering frame now no longer anything close to the storybook villain Optimus had come to know. He prayed for salvation as Megatron took his time, hitting him again and again and kicking him around like some sort of training dummy. Every hit broke something else, shattering plating or snapping components that were likely vital. 

Optimus tried to be brave. He tried to keep being snarky, if only to buy time. But as he lay utterly beaten amidst the rubble of their battleground, he could only cry while pulling himself into a sitting position. There was nothing he could do now except try to die with a small iota of dignity. 

“Ratchet, Bulkhead, Bumblebee, Sari… I’m sorry I won’t be coming back to all of you.” A choked sob broke through his tortured venting. As Megatron cackled, Optimus touched the container the Allspark still sat within. He prayed in silence, hoping that the phenomenon that gave him life would heed his quiet plea. 

He wasn’t religious. He had no god to worship as the humans did. But he still hoped… that maybe, somehow, the thing that made him would have mercy on his spark.

“Goodbye, Prime.” Megatron’s blaster powered on, sickening purple and flooding Optimus’s vision as he raised his helm in one final act of defiance. If he were to fall, he was going to do so, looking death in the optic. He would not cower, not even in his final moments.

He stared down the blaster barrel, uncaring of how it made his optics flicker due to the brightness. But as he watched his death come closer, he felt warmth emanate from the container around his neck. He dared not look away from Megatron, but as blue light began to drown out the purple, Optimus could only gasp in awe at what occurred mere nano-kliks later.

A shot fired, but it was not Megatron’s blaster putting Optimus six feet under. Instead, bright blue energy impacted Megatron’s armor, scorching his seemingly untouchable plating and earning a cry from the warlord. Optimus gawked, his agony momentarily forgotten as he followed the source of the shot, his optics setting on a figure that towered over even Megatron.

A faint blue figure flickered in and out of existence, becoming more solid with every passing moment. Optimus’s optics widened as the mech stepped forward, his frame setting into reality as he held his arm up, the limb having transformed into a blaster without so much as a klik of hesitation. He stood proudly, his armor battered and scarred but still strong. His shoulders were sharp, and an autobot badge stood out clearly amidst the scratches and dents. His legs were long and built for combat; his waist was thin but his torso was heavily armored. A crack ran along his windshields, but it seemed to mean nothing for the mech who stood so powerfully on the battlefield.

Optimus watched in complete awe as the mech stalked forward, a battlemask firmly in place on his face as he fired shot after shot at Megatron. With grace that Optimus had never seen in anyone before, the mech strode forward, breaking into a steady run as his arms turned from guns to blades. In an instant, the mech, who looked so much like Optimus in color and overall design, met Megatron in combat. Their blades sparked, their grunts of exertion echoed across the battlefield.

Megatron tried to push back, but the mech was swift with his blades, cutting through Megatron’s defenses and slashing his armor clean open with rapid movements. Megatron stumbled back, screaming a curse in a language Optimus did not know. The mech, his counterpart, responded in kind with a quick kick to the chassis, sending the warlord sprawling after a pitifully short fight. It seemed that despite his failure to bring down his foe, Optimus had indeed tired him enough so that his counterpart had little issue bringing him to his knees.

A smug part of his spark flared in glee at the revelation.

“Serves you right, you glitch.” He raised a middle finger in Megatron’s direction as Autobots finally appeared in the distance. His counterpart knocked Megatron upside the helm, forcing the Decepticon leader into temporary recharge. Then, without a second thought, he came to kneel before Optimus, his battlemask slipping away.

“I apologize for failing to assist you sooner, little brother. The call of the Matrix can be slow at times.” Optimus carefully reset his optics, but the scene did not change as his counterpart tenderly picked him up as if he were but a newbuild. The Allspark pulsed against his chassis in response.

“It seems your reality has different rules than mine, but you need not fear. We are one and the same, merely separated by time and a barrier between worlds.” The other mech, the other Optimus, smiled in a soft manner before holding Optimus close. He coughed weakly, the pain slowly overwhelming his senses as his counterpart held him close. He wanted to speak, to ask who this mech really was.

But he found his questions answered as the other Optimus carried him to his team, passing him off to a very worried Ratchet. He stared, still in shock, as the other Prime began to flicker and fade, his existence starting to vanish like smoke.

“Rest well, young Prime. May Primus light your path.” With those final words, the other Prime disappeared as if he’d never been there in the first place. Megatron was bound and carted off, Ratchet strapped him to a gurney and rushed to get him hooked up to an IV. All the while, Optimus stared up at the sky uselessly.

He didn’t know how or why, but through the thing that hung around his neck, Optimus had been saved by another version of himself. A mech who carried his name, his burden, and his rank.

He’d had his life preserved by a brother.

[vala-dreams]

Tumblr ate this yesterday so I'm posting again

I have a cold and I'm exhausted from exams but tfone is eating my brain and I must type

It absolutely killed me to see how optimistic, rebellious and happy Orion Pax was in tfone knowing what was in store for him. Orion and D-16 work so well to me because of their opposing motivations, Orion dreamed of being something other than a cogless miner at the bottom of society while D-16 wanted to follow protocol and uphold a system that oppressed them, if only to secure a space at the top of the leaderboard and live a relatively peaceful and stable life.

D-16 never dreams of being more than the cogless miner because to him that is a delusional concept, a fleeting wish not worth pursuing because there was no legitimate way to pursue it in the world he lives in. He would have gone his whole life mining energon, making quota and following protocol. Maybe he would have landed a job like Elita's. The inherent tragedy of him is that he never would have done anything in life if it weren't for Orion Pax.

Orion Pax, the only one brave or stupid enough to believe that they could be something more. Orion, who got in trouble breaking into the archives because he thought somehow he could help Sentinel. Orion, who dared to race the Iacon 5000 with nothing but a couple of jetpacks and his best friend to show said best friend that they could be equal to the cogged mechs who lorded above them. Orion, who questioned authority and railed against the system in his own way, before ever learning the truth about Sentinel. The inherent tragedy of him is that he loses everything that makes him Orion Pax— his spirit of defiance, his dreams of more, his best friend.

In the end they both pick up what the other leaves behind. Optimus carries D-16's complacency with him by living under the weight of the matrix and Megatron carries Orion's defiance with him by refusing to live under the rule of a Primus sent leader.

They hold each other like a grave holds a body. Like two people who called each other at the same time only for their calls to collide and get sent to voicemail.

[whereserpentswalk]

Reblog to meet your creature.

Like to give them a little treat.

Look under the cut to read about what encountering your creature is like.

Sentient swarm: it slowly crawls to you, spawning from the city streets and the anguish of the roadways and cobblestone. First you think it's just an infestation, but it all comes to one place, the creatures within it not acting as individuals but as body parts of one singular hive mind. It takes many shapes, first something like a wolf, then something like a beetle, then something more humanoid in shape, it's entire body formed out of smaller creatures. At first you think it's going to attack you, but it waits for you, letting you pet it, feeling a thousand legs skitter below your very fingers.

Human turned into a living weapon: They come to you broken and bloodied, begging for someone to take them it. You barely recognize them as a person at first, their body skeletal, unable to ever eat again but unable to die of their own starvation. Their hands are replaced by guns. Their mouth and nose replaced with something that looks like a gas mask. Metal wings and a jetpack are fused to their back. Even without them having the ability to talk, you understand them, and hold a body that is so weak yet so strong. You hug them and pet their hair, and the machines churning inside them make them feel so very warm.

Doll: You find them first in an abandoned shopping center. You think they're a human for a moment but quickly realize that they aren't. Though their body is entirely artificial, there's something so oddly organic about their movements. Their joins moving with such elegant grace. Their pretty porcelain face cracked ever so slightly, the uniform they're wearing, reminiscent of an early modern military uniform, is faded and slightly ripped, the rapier in their hands slightly blood stained. When the jump out in front of you you're afraid for a moment, but they bow, and kneel to you, like a loyal knight that's finally found their lord.

Vampire: They appear to you captured, their slender muscular body moving more like a cat or a wolf then it does a human, their bat like wings folded up upon their back, the colorless skin the same on their most humanoid parts as it is their least humanoid parts. They stand before you chained, their body naked but entirely sexless. They look up at you, an almost pretty face, but one with pure white eyes, and teeth as sharp as daggers, long black hair hiding half their expression. You slowly give them some of your blood to make sure they know they're safe. As you undo their chains you wonder if you're taking them as your own or finally freeing them.

Goblin: The creature appears in your room one day. They're small, they look like an adult human but they're the height of a twelve-year-old, completely hairless (without even eyebrows), with pointed ears, sharp teeth, black eyes, and bluish skin. They sniff you a bit and seem to write something in an unknown script down on a pad that they've been holding. As time goes on the follow you throughout your daily life. Eventually, after seeing you react to pigeons outside, they point to a pigeon and ask you "pigeon?". This seems to be the start of some sort of friendship.

Demon: As you hold the chains and jewels of the artifact before you the creature begins to be summoned in a distorted cloak of shadows and smoke. It's almost humanoid, but with parts of countless beasts distorting it, wings of a raven on its back and the tail of a scorpion coming out of its spine, the horns of a stag on its head and the teeth of a shark in its mouth, it's legs that of a lion, and a serpent's head on its loins in place of human genitals. It looks up at you its eyes that of a cat, hopeful yet filled with tears, and bows to you. You put your hands on its warm head, and it is now yours.

Undying werewolf: You first see them in the snow, wild, their body like that of a wolf, but different in some way. They're large, primal, and their actions somehow more human and deliberate then an animal's, their eyes a humanoid brown. They walk up to you slowly, and for some reason the idea that they might somehow hurt you never crosses your mind, despite their teeth and claws. They look in your eyes and you can tell in that very moment that they are a thinking and feeling creature. They let you pet them, their fur feeling so clean and soft below your fingers.

Faerie: They look at you from across the street. They're very clearly in the shape of a human, but despite their pretty features there's something very wrong about them. Nothing you can put your finger on, but their body is creepy, like a computer model of a human face, or like ai generated portraits, they feel like an uncanny and flawed imitation of humanity. They go up to you and try to talk to you, but they aren't yet ready to form words with their mouth, accidently hurting themself as they try to move their legs. You help them up, assuring them they're ok, and they will their jaws to make a single word for you: "Help."

Golem: Above bloodied ruins of a chapel, secrets and histories more violent than the creature's actions revealed by the attack, you see the creature for the first time. Old stone makes up his body, strong yet moving slowly, deliberately, with so much purpose. Every line in the artificial form was sculpted by a long-forgotten artist, a sculptor whose name has been so entirely lost to time. You look at the creature not with fear but with an odd sense of respect. It stretches out its hand, and lets up climb into it, holding you so gently and so safely.

Ghost: Within the ruins of a long closed down bar, its history faded to the winds of an unsleeping city, you see them. Their shadowy form is eternally stained with blood, shattered glass penetrating their body, their leather jacket torn and stabbed and bloodied, the makeup on their face forever smeared by fists and blood and tears. They just look at you, they don't move at all. You walk towards them, unphased by blood long ago shed. You reach out to them, and for a moment you fail to touch them as your hand passes through their form, but then they let you, and you can feel them, in all their warmth and all their coldness.

Living armor: You let the shell surround you, the world before you disappears and reappears before your eyes, as a screen filled with alien text covers your vision. The armor isn't even metal, it's a shell like that of some sort of insect, inside it is pure warm flesh that feels both like a hug and like a harness as it holds you, making sure to feel every part of your body as it surrounds you. You can sense that its alive, sense that it knows you, and beyond all else sense that it likes you, almost loves you. You can hear it singing to you in a tongue long forgotten by time.

Shapeshifter: She slowly approaches you from out from the dark. Her body is like living metal, silvery and shining in its true form. She experiments with forms in the dark, forms both humanoid and inhuman, forms she likes, forms that she finds pretty, forms that she loves to be. You call her forward, and she flinches a bit at first, afraid of what kind of person you might be, afraid that you might be like humans that she knew long ago. But you tell her you're ok, you tell her that she's safe, most importantly you tell her that she's free. And she comes up to you, and you give her your hand, and she chooses to take it in turn.

[olivsie]

I've seen some mixed feelings on poseidons defeat because "oh odys a mortal waah how did he beat up an Olympian"

And like. The funny thing about that is that in the iliad diomedes attacks both aphrodite and Ares and sends them crying home to dione and zues. So a mortal attacking a god to the point of agony is 100% plausible if you care about accuracy

I do however agree the windbag jetpack was. A choice for sure.

I mean i don't d e s p i s e it. But it would've been better if he was more Visibly struggling with THE UNCONTROLLABLE STORM rather than using actual jetpack physics

[serotoninisheldinkiwis]

jeez starscream why do you get jetpack AND rocket legs

drawing of @soda-sparkss 's human!starscream, slime rancher-ified!! drawing him was a BLAST and i got to try some new brushes <33