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Can you do bayverse optimus ?Tlk if you can.It can be whatever you want i love your scrumptious writing hehe also ignore this if you're uncomfortable!^_^

Raindrops

Summary: Optimus asks you a very important question.

A/N: Written after the happenings of TLK. 4K Words

Raindrops

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Everyday since he met you, he’s asked himself the same question. 

“Would you come with me?”

It was a question he had imagined the answer to. A resounding ‘no’.

Optimus didn’t see any reason why you would want to go with him to Cybertron. Leaving your friends, family and career behind. All the commodities Earth provided you will be gone the moment you decide to come with him.

And it’s not like he offers you a beautiful home. Cybertron was hostile, after the war it had become ruins. He dreamed many times of showing you his home in its golden age. You would have loved the museums, the theaters, the libraries, the arts. Would you have loved them as much you love your planet? Would it be enough for you to want to stay?

“It seems Earth and Cybertron’s destiny has always been intertwined,” the sun is setting. Optimus looks at his home planet, now on Earth’s orbit. “If that had been any other celestial object, it would probably cause catastrophic events. But it seems like Cybertron was made to not disturb Earth’s gravitational pull and magnetic fields.”

Your field wasn’t physics but you had basic knowledge on how things worked. Just like he expected you to do, you started to ask the real questions. Something he was trying to avoid as long as he could. 

“But I wonder if that’s because Cybertron currently lacks a core … Maybe once we are able to restore it, Cybertron’s gravitational pull will be too strong and destroy Earth.”

You look at him but he seems lost in thought. You didn’t blame him, having his home planet back must be unbelievable. After so many years of war and lost friends, what he always wanted is right here. 

“When that happens, we’ll have to send Cybertron back to its original place in the universe.”

You expected him to continue the conversation some way or another but it's as if he wasn’t listening or rather he did not want to. Maybe he is tired of everything and wishes to leave immediately. Probably not wanting to deal with humans anymore. 

Sighing heavily, you turn around, the wind moving your hair. The smell of the grass was strong and so a new aroma. It was hard to describe. Metal but alive. It was probably Cybertron. It didn’t bother you but it was different. 

Looking back at Optimus made you realize that maybe he wanted to be alone. It is a lot of process for today. 

“Well, then I guess this is goodbye–”

And suddenly, a servo is in front of you. Stopping you from walking any further. You look back, only to find Optimus’ faceplate extremely close to you. 

“I-I … My apologies, I don’t know what took over me.”

It’s like you triggered something in him with your words. But you weren’t sure what. Now he looks confused and lost. As if I wanted to say more but can’t or don't have the words. You wanted to guess but your mind made you believe stupid ideas. Ones in which you prefer to not indulge any longer. They will only cause you unnecessary pain. 

“It’s alright, you must be emotional. That’s all.”

You wait for a few seconds in which you could see Optimus’ blue optics in all of their glory. They were beautiful as they were mysterious. So close that you could see the small circuitry and cables that make up his optics. Such intricacy that you find yourself lost in them. 

And then … you are ashamed. 

“I must go.”

You say as you look away, expecting him to move his servo but he doesn’t. 

“I must go.”

You say again and this time you see the hesitancy in his faceplace.

He slowly removes his servo and distances himself from you. His optics looks away and then looks at you in a repetitive manner. 

“Do you–”

“I–”

“Oh sorry, you go first–” You raise a hand, trying to get his attention only to be interrupted by the Prime. 

“No, you go first.”

It was awkward. And the fact that it was that way made you wonder what went wrong. In what moment did things between the two of you become so uncomfortable? Was it just the sudden realization of final peace? Was it too unrealistic for the two of you to believe? What is it? 

“Nothing, I was just wondering if there’s something you wanted to say before I leave?”

Optimus servo clutch into fits. He opens his intake but nothing would come out. It was strange to see him this way. So confused, so … innocent. As if he was a kid trying to ask for another piece of cake. Too shy to ask and yet you find these small moments to be a treasure. 

“I was just wondering …” 

He hesitates again. He closes his optics and lets out a heavy vent. Turning his entire body around, you are unable to see his faceplate. 

“When the time comes … Will you …”

His voice becomes so low that you are unable to hear him. 

“What?” 

You ask him, confused by his sudden lack of confidence. 

“Will you … me?”

He says again but the loud wind and low tone voice weren’t helping the situation. 

“... What?”

You ask once again, your voice gets louder, showing your clear annoyance at being unable to hear him.

“Will you come to Cybetron with me?!”

Suddenly, he turns around, you can see his faceplate again. 

It was that expression again. One that you had only seen a few times. That of pure distress. Worriness. Anxiety. You had seen it before. During that time you had been captured by a Decepticon, badly injured and bleeding. His troubled expression was the last thing you saw before going unconscious. 

But now? What was that distressed look for? What was he so worried about?

“I, I–”

What were you nervous for? Why were you stuttering? Your cheeks are getting hotter and you can’t speak. You can’t manage words. The expression on his faceplate had left you stunned as your brain tried to understand the reasoning behind it. 

The longer you take to answer, the more pain is evident on his faceplate. His eyebrows squish together and his optics tremble. His lips formed a thin line that slowly became an upside down smile. He is begging you to end his torment and yet you know you have to tell him the truth. 

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It’s quiet around the hangar. 

A small base had been built near Stonehenge. It was the logical thing to do after Cybertron had appeared above the ancient pillars. Although the American Government wasn’t too pleased to make negotiations with the British to let them have a base in their land. 

You weren’t even supposed to be here but due to all the commotion in the last days, they let you stay. As well, Optimus and the rest of the Autobots enjoyed your stay. No one asked you when you will leave nor ever mentioned that you were a bothered. So you decided to stay for a couple of days until things settle down. 

And because your boss had asked you to stay and bring back the full story when you are done. 

“Are we just going to pretend Prime is ok?”

“Not like we can do much either or.”

They probably didn’t see you. As they were too busy talking to each other, carrying a few boxes of what you thought to be Energon. Meanwhile, you were typing on your laptop behind some piles of metal. It’s not like you were hiding but you rather found yourself a place where you could not be bothered when you needed to concentrate. 

“I still can’t believe (Y/N) said no … I thought the two of them had a strong bond.”

“Yes but everything she knows is here,” Bumblebee puts down his box as Hot Rod walks close by.  “Besides, they were too different … things wouldn’t work out.” 

“But does she even know that Optimus’s processor has identified her as his Conjunx?” Hot Rod also puts the Energon box down and sits on top of it. “Boss-Bot won’t be able to attach to anyone ever again … Isn’t that a bit cruel?”

“Cruel?” Bumblebee inquiries. “His Conjunx is someone who lives a fraction of our lives. The universe enjoys the game and the Primes are the pawns.” 

“And they know how to play well.”

It started to rain. It wasn’t unusual for rain to come and go in England. 

The bots look at it with amusement. This was unknown in Cybertron. It will take a long time before they can rebuild Cybertron and go back home but this will be one of the things they will miss the most. 

“What is a Conjunx?”

You came out of your hiding spot, behind the bots and they quickly stumble in their steps as they look down on you. 

“What are you doing there?!”

“What is a Conjunx?”

You ask again, not caring whether Hot Rod or Bumblebee looked like they just had seen a ghost. 

“You don’t need to know that,” Bumblebee quickly starts to walk away while Hot Rod keeps looking back and forth. He looks hesitant but doesn’t speak, waiting for Bee’s next action. 

“You said Optimus saw me as his Conjunx,” you don’t move but rather speak loud enough for him to hear. 

“Yes but there’s no need–”

“She should know,” Hot Rod interrupts the talking yellow Mustang. 

“Optimus wouldn’t want it,” Bumblebee stops walking and turns to look at his comrade and you. There is certain determination in your eyes, letting him know that you won’t stop pushing it until you find the answers you were looking for. You had always been known for that, probably something Optimus likes about you. 

“Optimus will die of sadness if she doesn’t know.”

Bumblebee doesn't say a thing but just ex-vents heavily. 

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“Would you stay with me?”

That’s what you wanted to ask but you already knew the answer. A resounding ‘no’. There was nothing for him on Earth. Humanity had once betrayed him and now he is doubtful. Humanity will help rebuild Cybertron and after that the transformers will leave. It would be a selfish thing to ask him to stay. You can’t ask him to give up on everything he fought for. His home, his family and friends, everything was on Cybertron. And you just were a human who wanted him to stay. 

It’s still raining. 

But that doesn’t mean you’ll stop looking for him. 

Although you can already feel yourself getting sick. Your hair is wet and your clothes damp. 

It wasn’t unusual to rain in England but you hated how unpredictable the weather was. The wind was also strong but the base was already too far away to back away now. You had to find him. 

Suddenly, a truck you immediately recognized makes his way towards you. The bot you were looking for appeared in front of you but he aggressively stops and opens his pilot door, signaling to go in. 

You didn’t hesitate and jumped right in. Optimus closes the door and starts driving away as you are welcomed with warmness. Although you were cold and tired, you didn’t wait any longer.

“I was looking for–”

“Have you gone mad?” Optimus asks, his voice showing his clear annoyance. “ What are you doing in the rain without proper protection?”

“What? That doesn’t matter, I was–”

You wanted to start asking questions but you started to sneeze. 

“How can I leave knowing you are this helpless?”

And after that, all previous questions left your mind. 

“Excuse me? I can take care of myself.”

“Your actions tell me otherwise.”

You roll your eyes, maybe he had a point. Running in the rain to look for him was probably not the best of ideas. But you were not about to tell him that. 

“And what about you?” you sneeze again although more softly this time as to not to prove his point any further.  “Aren’t you too told to be outside without an umbrella, you could be getting rusty anytime now?”

Optimus didn’t say a word. Your words will resonate at the back of his processor. He can’t believe he ever thought you would say yes to coming to Cybertron with him. You were right, he was an old rusty robot. Too many scars, too many mistakes and injuries. He can’t provide you with anything. Not even a family. 

And yet he is selfish. 

And you sneeze again.

And again.

“Great, I think I am going to get sick.”

He hates that word. Cybertronians also get sick but rarely. But humans are different. According to his research and observations, humans tend to get sick often and tragically a lot of them die. 

Optimus didn’t want to say a word, his pride told him to stay quiet. That you don’t need his concern, you do not wish it nor want it.

But you sneeze again.

“I’ll be taking you to the closest hospital,” he says as he makes a turn, heading for the closest road. 

“I am not going to the hospital, it's just a cold–”

“You are going to the hospital and it's final,”His voice is demanding but you don’t care.

“No, I won’t–”

“Why won’t you take my feelings into consideration?!”

His inside trembles. You could feel how his engine gets louder. The air coming from his vents got warmer and for a moment you felt your heart race. Out of guilt for making the Prime lose composure.

“What if you die?” he asks again. “What would I do after you are gone?”

The more he talks, the more desperate he sounds. As if he was living the circumstances he speaks of. 

“Have you thought what my life would be like without your presence?” you feel the seatbelt across your chest get tighter. “Do you really wish for me to be tormented for eternity.”

“This isn’t about me going to the hospital, is it?”

He doesn’t respond, his silence answers your question. 

“Let me out Prime, I want to talk to you, face to faceplate.”

He drives off the road and takes you to a heavy section of a nearby forest. Raining still, the tall trees prevent the rain from fully touching the ground. But some drops still make it through. Not like you cared about getting wet, you already were but Optimus had other plans. 

Opening the door and removing the seat belt, you jump out of his alt form. You watch him transform, a scene you will never be tired of. It's beautiful as it is scary, yet he is gentle. He knows it can be scary and he moves slower, softly as if not to scare you. 

Optimus doesn’t mass shift but he tries to see you at an eye-level. It must be uncomfortable for him and before you ask him why he doesn’t size-down, you feel him move closer.

He puts one of his large servo on top of you, protecting you from any rain from touching you.

“I want you to be honest with me,” you say as your breath is agitated, your heart pumping against your chest.  “I need to hear it from you.”

“What do you feel for me?”

Without you knowing, Optimus’ spark is also pulsating strongly against his chassis. He moves his optics away for a second, only for them to return to look at you. 

“You are a valuable asset to the Autobot cause.”

“Is that all?”

“You are also an important comrade.” 

You didn’t expect him to fully understand what you were asking. But you were hoping he could read your undertones. 

“I am giving you one last chance,” you say, your hands turning into a fist. You weren’t the best at this either and if you were honest, you didn’t know what you were trying to achieve.  “Is that all you feel for me?”

The Prime has always been known to be eloquent. Especially with words. But when it comes to you, he loses all sense of vocabulary. It didn’t use to be that way. There used to be a time when you meant nothing to him but a friend. 

But you had never stopped looking for him. After the attacks in Chicago, even after Sam’s death, an occurrence in which he blamed himself, you never stopped looking for him

What is it? Why did you do it?

“Look at the rain … Can you count each drop that falls from the sky?”

Optimus moves his optics to look at his surroundings. The rain, the trees, the beauty of nature. It cannot compare to you. 

“No, I can’t,” you respond quickly, your face full of wonder.

“Then, you are the rain,” he says.  “And I am trying to count.”

He sees your hands soften. Your expression had become awkward, with now avoiding eyes and pink cheeks. He has this need to hold you but respects your anatomy. 

“I can’t tell you how I feel because there are not enough words to describe it,” he calculates his words but he finds himself taking longer to answer. “I could recite you all of Cybertronian poetry and yet that doesn't feel enough for me.”

You keep looking at him and he looks away. Your eyes were too beautiful and it distracts him immensely. 

“But if you were to ask me to count each star in the universe I would,” he lets his spark do the talking, finally subsiding the yearning it has been holding for a long time.  “If you asked me to bring you a star, I would bring you a constellation.”

“This old rusted body belongs to you but if you ask me for my silence and distance, I won’t retaliate.” 

“And if I asked you to stay with me, on Earth, would you do it?”

You know it was a selfish question. You didn’t want to make him choose between his world and you. But you just had to know if there was a small possibility, a small chance that the life you had with him could still be a possibility. 

After the accidents in Chicago, you had looked for him, only to find him broken. Sam’s death had affected him greatly but in that grieve of losing loved ones, something sparked. 

Three years. You had lived with him for three years, in an isolated cottage. Where he could have all the dandelions he wanted. Where he could care for animals and the two of you would look at the stars and try to count them. Each one of them. 

“If that’s what you wish,” Optimus says. “I would stay by your side as long as you would have me.”

“I can’t,” you look away this time. “I won’t ask you to stay with me.”

“You have a duty to complete and Cybertron is your home,” there is more to it. More doubts than you are able to articulate.  “When you asked me to go to Cybertron with you, I said no because I don’t think I am worthy to be on your side.”

“Have my actions made you feel this way?” 

“You are Optimus Prime … I think anyone would feel unworthy,” you pause, thinking about the earlier events. “But today, Bumblebee and Hot Rod told me that you see me as your Conjunx.”

Optimus opens his intake only to close it. He looks side to side, trying to evade eye contact. One of the few times you can tell he is shy. But him acting in such a way has also made your body betray you. You wonder if he can tell just how nervous you are. 

“Does that mean — You do?”

“You weren’t supposed to know,” his voice is delicate with an apologetic tone. As if you had just caught him stealing extra energon from the resource room.  “Without noticing, my processor had one day started the Conjunx Ritus and as time passed, we both successfully completed the requirements.”

“And before I knew it, my Spark belonged to you.”

“But we are so different.”

“And yet here we are,” he makes a pause and he hears the rain. He tries to calm down before asking his next question, knowing that this will break his Spark. “Does my affection displease you?”

“No, no, I just–” you stumble with your words. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Is there a possibility that perhaps, in your heart, you reciprocate my sentiments?”

And you stay silent. Mostly because you don’t fully know what is going through your heart and the implications behind it. Can this even be possible? Are your feelings even real? Can he comprehend what your feelings are? Can this … Whatever it is, be real? 

“Please end my torment,” his faceplate looks to be in distress, his optics yearning. Longing for something unknown to the both of you.  “Your silence makes me have hope and I don’t want to suffer when you destroy my delusions.”

Gently, you walk towards him. You reach out a hand and touch his faceplate. Rubbing your soft skin against his cold metal. You watch his optics close, his engine gets louder just a bit but you hear him. As if your touch had saved him, healed him from whatever his processor agonized him with. 

“You are cold,” you say as you put your forehead against his faceplate. “Until you get warm, I’ll stay with you.”

Optimus didn’t need to ask further. You didn’t have to say anything either. He just basks himself into this moment. Not knowing what the future holds but he doesn’t care as long as you are with him. This moment won’t last forever but he wants to think that one day it could be true. 

A moment were he believed he could spend eternity counting the raindrops and stars in the sky with you. 

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A/N: Sorry this took so long. I’ve seen all the Bayverse movies but TLK is a movie that is a bit hard for me to write about because I don’t understand it much lol. But I still hope you like this and that it's not too OOC?  

It was fun to write this! So thank you so much for the request! :) 

[nrandomartist]

Hey there! I have some update.

The prints are on the way now and will be available on my new etsy shop soon! (⁠^⁠^⁠)

[headlessjest]

CROSSHAIRS HCS

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Jester note: I know I haven't posted on here since January, but I'm back and I'm still into Transformers. I specifically love that dumb green aussie robot. These HCs will go for silly stuff and to stuff I think he did back on Cybertron, etc. There's nothing too dark or serious, just some silly stuff.

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General HCs

・Crosshairs used to be a thief back on Cybertron before everything went bad there, but he's still learning not to grab stuff that he likes at first sight.

・He thinks money and all that is bogus, which explains a lot for his thieving times from Cybertron.

・Crosshairs CANNOT see glass. He is like a bird and always crashing into glass sometimes.

・Cat person. He may say at first he doesn't like cats, but as soon as he sits down, many, many stray cats will climb on him and he'll let them.

・He makes bad jokes and he knows it. Crosshairs will purposely make bad jokes 24/7.

・His relationship with the others are mixed. He's super chill with Optimus (sometimes), he's major friends with Drift, Hound and him tease eachother a lot, and Bumblebee and Crosshairs are like siblings that don't get along. They'll even do slap fights with eachother sometimes.

・He taps and twidles his digits a lot. He does it more than he realizes and when others comment about it, he'll act like he never does it.

・Crosshairs recharges on his front a lot and then complains in the morning that his pistons are sore

・He sometimes uses his trenchcoat part as a blanket. It doesn't work well, but at least he's content.

・To end this part off, Crosshairs is a mixed emotions guy. You normally can never tell if he's upset, happy, mad, etc. You just gotta guess and hope you're right half of the time.

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Platonic HCs

・You're lucky enough to even be given a chance by Crosshairs.

・Either you're human, a cybertronian, or any other species, you're lucky enough for him to even accept of being his friend.

・He'll be very closed at first even if you're friends. He still wouldn't trust you all that much because he had some betrayals in the past. The only one who he can call his best friend right now is Drift.

・Looks like you're just gonna have to let time pass.

・The biggest hint you'll get if he starts liking you more and is when he isn't always so turned away. He'll even try some short conversations but he absolutely hates small talk, so he sucks at it a bit.

・The smallest hint you'll get from Crosshairs if he starts liking you more is actually remembering your name.

・Finally, after some few more days (weeks), he's gotten better with being around you and not acting like a stranger around you for some reason.

・You asked him if he was ill because of his sudden change of mood with you.

・Y'all are pretty chill now finally.

・You two would sit in silence sometimes and just mind your own business. Best hours ever to be honest.

・Y'all will play fight constantly. He may even sometimes toss your ass/aft and then try to call it a day before you toss his aft, then calling it a day.

・He sometimes lets you touch his guns and plating, as it does look cool most of the time. Just don't be getting too touchy, he wouldn't like that.

・You one time had to drag him by the pedes over the ground (it was more harder for you to do that if you're a human/anything else that was more human sized).

・Either way, you two are great friends and it is sometimes hard to deal with Crosshairs, but you'll get used to it.

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Mutual pining HCS

・When he first attempted to try and at least speak his feelings, he immediately dipped and walked away from you as soon as he started talking.

・He went to get advice from Drift, Optimus, and even Hound (he can't trust Bee with this info of liking you). He got very mixed advice, but the advice always ended up with, "Just tell them."

・He isn't a worm, or a chicken, or a deer in headlights. He's Crosshairs, the best of the best, the successful stealer in the past... Who is deathly afraid of rejection.

・Finally, with some time, he decided to do the advice that the others gave to him in order of who told him what from first to last.

・First was Drifts advice of where he recommended to Crosshairs to give hints of his liking to you and slowly make it obvious over time. He did that but horribly.

・You were so confused of what Crosshairs was saying and immediately asked him if he was alright. Alright, Optimus' advice.

・Optimus told him to at least make his words sound serious around them. Increase vocab or whatever Optimus was saying. Oh, poetry is a increase in vocab, right?

・Crosshairs found some poetry from online that was relevent to romance, but he didn't really read it over first hand and accidentally read you a tragic romance poem without realizing it until you told him in the middle of it.

・Hounds advice now.

・Gift giving. That's what Hound told him to do. He doesn't really know what you could like, because he's horrified of getting you something you don't like or just very dislikes.

・He has to give you something you would love. It's been 2 months, he needs to at least try.

・Alright, he immediately failed on finding you a gift. He actually failed so hard. He doesn't even know how he failed, but he did.

・Guess that all runs down to what everyone told him to do. Just tell them...

・He found a time and a pretty good moment on finding you somewhere private to tell you. He made sure everyone was gone. And he meant everyone in the area. It just had to be you and him.

・Immediately as he started trying to tell you, he started stuttering and cursing at himself for messing up. His fans were kicking on, his digits were doing the tapping and twiddling, and he just couldn't say what he wanted to say.

・Just before he was gonna leave, you got him to stay, made him move forward/down to you, and you kissed him. You kissed him to make him stop talking and apologizing, but also because you love him. Adore him..

・He fainted a few seconds after you two broke the kiss. But at least you like him back and that's good enough.

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Romantic HCS

・At the beginning of the relationship and a few minutes after he woke up from himself fainting, he immediately just couldn't believe it. Someone actually cares for him, loves him, adores him!

・His fans were on through the entire rest of the day and he tried to play it off.

・The past week everyone immediately found out because of Crosshairs obvious change in emotion. It was a little out of character.

・Now, I've seen most say that he would be a pda character, but I think opposite. He would rather prefer y'all to do more private stuff. He doesn't want everyone to know that you two are together.

・The only times he'll allow it is when you two want to give a quick cheek/cheekplate kiss, a quick passing by hug, or just a quick, "I love you."

・Other than that, he doesn't do nor like a bunch of PDA. Keeping it private is all he wants.

・He does sometimes get a little steamy. And no not that type of steamy, like he actually starts to steam up a bit. Steam is coming out of him.

・Of course he gets pretty flustered by your flirts or common endearments for him. Never really had anyone be like that for him so he doesn't know how to handle it easy.

・If you're cybertronian and taller than him, he will sometimes lift a pede up like those romance movies during the kissing scene when you two kiss.

・If you're cybertronian but shorter, he'll still do it.

・Same if you're a earthling.

・Don't ask why he does the lifting pede up thing, he just does it.

・He loves to cuddle and watch you do your own thing. Like scrolling through the internet, reading something, drawing/doodling, writing something, anything. He just loves to sit by you, hold you, and watch you do stuff.

・If you don't know how to shoot a gun, he'll help you practice and help you how it works regarding what gun you're using.

・If you already know how to use a gun in any way shape or form, he will be very happy and challenge you to some aim and shoot stuff. He will also do it with you if you're still practicing, don't worry.

・He thought romance and love in general was sloppy and sludge awhile ago, but the more he was with you and the more he learned more about love, he grew to quite enjoy it.

・More specifically with you.

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Jester note: Ty for reading this! If y'all want some oneshots, HCs, fics, or even drawings please ask me and I'll try to get to you as soon as I can!!!

[thornyfluff]

Devilbee wip/doodle---

Everything hurts, and I wanna die 🫠🥲💀

[redfoxdude07]

Okay, because now I'm curious

[antenanotaic3]

Transformers Movies in a nutshell

TF-TM: The Autobots' boss turns gray to let suicidal newbie lead for 8 episodes

TF: What if transformers had a horror military movie

TF RotF: College student who can hear voices, stabs Optimus Prime with the Matrix to save the day

TF DotM: Rich guy buys his love with a fake car and tickets to being the last to die for Robot Armaggedon

TF AoE: Xenophobic human kills the good guys, buys a nuke by accident and somehow survives the consequences

TF TLK: Optimus gets a contagious disease and takes a break from being a leader, while magical girl has to defeat a queen of evil

Bumblebee: Car adopt doesn't go as planned - again

TF RotB: Oversized animals team up with oversized robots to yeet an overly oversized robot from this plane of existence

TF ONE: Matrix disintegrates to ruin bromance and cast an entire planet into a million years war

[pocoslip]

I HATE how much Mohawk from The Last Knight is probably just a Fricking Ripoff of The Joker Except he's a Transformer

(maybe its coincidental and its not intentional but they did fricking ripoff the suicide squad with this scene!!!!)

[catcynthi]

A new Hasbro novel? A famous fanfic? Nah, it's just me being Delulu and making a ugly cover cause i can.

A little thing about Megatron and my OC since I wanted to try this drawing style again... never again

[mthcomics]

Y’all remember when the Last knight’s promotional material was solely this fight? I missed my transformers art and wanted to do some redraws from the bayverse I like. Love Bee just going at OP with a hammer like he was READY-

[stinger-shot]

I've been holding this in for a long time but...

I enjoyed the last knight... it has many MANY flaws but I liked it.

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optimus prime yume

parody souce:sea otter stew scene from Golden Kamuy

[nrandomartist]

Hello everyone!

I would like to say that the Megop prints are now avaiable on my etsy!

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Even just paying a visit to take a look means a lot to me!

Also

If you really wish for some of my prints and I don’t have your country in my shippings you can send me private message here on Tumblr and I can get you info abt price of shipping etc for you. (^^)

[ilghosty]

some self indulgent doodles to my health !

[revelboo]

Do you think you’d write for barricade, bayverse?

Sure!

Unwanted

Barricade x Reader

• That damn thing is back. Sitting on the curb in front of your house like it has every right to be there. Eyes narrowing as you pull on a robe and toe on your flip flops, you go out the back door and fit the sprayer onto the hose, crank the water wide open and stride around the house, dragging the hose behind you. Hear the thing rumble a warning at you right before you spray him. And you’re thankful it’s dark, the street quiet when he transforms and snarls, smashing a fist into the sidewalk to shatter the concrete like ceramic. “Stop coming back here,” you snap, your angry indignation faltering when he slowly rises to his peds standing over you, rumbling angrily. Mistake. That was a mistake.

• Snarling as he looms over you, clawed servos flexing, you back up a step, arm lifting slowly. “Don’t you dare, human,” he growls in warning, all four optics narrowing. Knowing you’re going to even as you spray him, dropping the hose and running. And he’s after you, engine revving. Clips your fence as his peds slide on your lawn and the slats of the fence break with a crack. “Get back here,” he roars. Furious that you’re running from him. Again. Have to realize you can’t escape by now.

• Sprinting as he tears up your lawn and fence, you try to change direction when his servos brush the back of your robe and you shriek as you go down hard, a massive fist smashing into the ground far too close to your head to shower your neck and face with dirt as he looms over you, that animalistic snarling making your breath catch as he rumbles angrily. Venting before dropping his heavy head against you, punching you in the gut with his weight to drive the air out of your lungs as you shove at his big head. “No, absolutely not. That was a one time deal and you need to leave,” you demand, arms straining pushing at him. “I mean it.”

• Venting against you, he rubs his face against your softness as you swear and smack at him before you finally blow out a breath. Growling against you as he pulls your scent deep, hunting for any other scents on you. Shouldn’t be doing this. Knows Megatron wouldn’t understand, but he can’t stop himself. Rumbling as his engine hitches and purrs, he presses his face more firmly against you when you just groan and stop resisting. And you finally rest a hand on his helm, soft palm sliding as he relaxes with a growl. Giving him what he wants, those warm hands comforting even though they shouldn’t be.

• Giving up, you run your hands over his helm and shoulders, feeling the heat of his frame against you as he makes that rough, alien purring of his. Like a big, feral cat you’d made the mistake of feeding one damn time and now he won’t stop coming back. Demanding attention. “Ow, cut it out, asshole,” you hiss when he pushes you harder into the grass, sliding your body up the lawn and you’re going to be covered in grass stains and dirt. And he snarls when you stop stroking him to make your head fall back with a groan. Because this is all he wants. To be touched gently while he growls threateningly, jonesing for soft attention apparently. Feel him nosing at the bottom hem of your shirt and you’re tempted to see what would happen if you try to drive your thumb into one of those optics. “You can’t keep coming back here.”

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Steel and Skin Part 2 (Bayverse TLK Optikus Prime X Fem!Human Reader)

The night stretched on, heavy with the weight of what had just transpired between you and Optimus. His frame still trembled slightly, vents releasing uneven bursts of heated air. He held you carefully—almost too carefully, as if the sheer force of his emotions might break you. But he didn’t let go.

He couldn’t.

His massive servos curled possessively around your waist, pulling you closer, his helm resting against your smaller form. You could hear the deep, rhythmic hum of his spark beneath his plating, pulsing hard and erratic—far from the controlled, unwavering Prime the world knew.

He was still lost in you.

Optimus had spent centuries keeping himself composed, controlling every emotion, every urge. But you… you shattered that control. And now, he couldn't—wouldn’t—let you go.

His optics followed your every movement, hyper-focused, obsessed, drinking in every shift of your expression, every breath, every tiny quiver of your lips. You were his now. Completely.

His servo tightened slightly around your waist, just enough for you to feel the weight of it. His voice, deep and raw, rasped against your skin: “You belong to me.”

The words weren’t a question. They weren’t even a request. They were a statement of fact. A vow.

If another Autobot dared step near the outpost? His glowing optics darkened, his entire frame going rigid, positioning himself between you and them. They were no threat, not really—but the mere thought of someone else even looking at you made his circuits burn.

Jealousy settled deep in his spark, something he had never allowed himself to feel before. But now? The idea of you giving attention to another—laughing with someone that wasn’t him, touching someone that wasn’t him? It infuriated him.

“No one else,” he murmured, pressing his helm against your shoulder, his massive frame coiling around you like a shield. “Only me. Say it.”

You swallowed hard, fingers brushing the seams of his faceplate. He leaned into your touch desperately, his vents shuddering. “Only you, Optimus,” you whispered.

He exhaled sharply, and if he were human, you swore he would have moaned.

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But even in his possessiveness, his devotion—fear crept in.

Had he been too much? Had he let himself go too far? The thought made his grip on you loosen slightly, his optics dimming with something that almost looked like regret.

He wanted you so badly, and for the first time in centuries, he had taken something for himself. But now, the weight of it terrified him.

He was a warrior. A Prime. A machine built for battle, for war. And you? You were everything he was not. Soft. Warm. Human. How could you ever truly belong to him?

“I should not have…” His voice wavered, and you had never heard it sound so fragile.

You reached for him, your hands brushing his battle-worn plating. “Optimus,” you murmured, commanding his attention. “I chose this. I chose you.”

His optics flickered, uncertain, searching. “Even knowing what I am?”

“Especially knowing what you are.”

And just like that, his resolve snapped all over again.

He crashed into you—holding, cradling, devouring.

This time, when he kissed you, there was no hesitation, no restraint—only pure, unfiltered devotion.

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Optimus had fought every battle, faced every enemy—but nothing had prepared him for this.

The instinct was primal, something ancient buried deep within his coding. Now that he had you, his entire being demanded more.

He had always known about sparkbonding, the Cybertronian act of permanently linking one’s spark with another’s essence. It was irreversible. Sacred. And now…

He wanted it with you.

His fingers trembled as they traced your skin, optics burning with something deeper than desire—something eternal.

“I want to bond with you,” he admitted, voice raw. “To make you mine, forever.”

You felt the weight of those words. Cybertronians didn’t bond lightly. It was a lifetime commitment, a merging of souls, a connection that no force in the universe could break.

“What does that mean?” you asked softly.

He gently cupped your face, his digits careful, reverent. “It means my spark will recognize you as its mate. That I will always feel you. That no matter where you go, I will be with you.”

His vents hitched, his body trembling with restraint. “But if I do this, I will never be able to let you go.”

The weight of his words settled deep in your chest, but there was no hesitation when you whispered: “Then take me, Optimus.”

His entire frame shuddered violently, his optics burning with unrestrained devotion.

He pulled you flush against him, his servos curling possessively around your body. His chest plating shifted, parting slightly, exposing the faint, pulsing glow of his spark. You gasped as the warmth of it enveloped you, a sensation like nothing you had ever felt before—like pure energy, raw and electric, pulling you in.

And as you reached toward it, allowing yourself to be claimed by him, Optimus whispered your name like a prayer.

Because tonight, you were not just his lover.

You were his bonded love. His forever.

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