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Optimus, how would you describe your perfect kiss? (Do you initiate it, or do they? What does it taste like? Feel like? Where does it take place? What time of day is it? What is the weather? What emotions are involved in that moment? What is the reason for it happening? etc.)

He can picture it vividly, as much as it shames him to do so.

Ratchet. What matters most is that it's Ratchet. Ratchet loves him. He might... hold Optimus's face, brush a thumb lightly across his intake, leaving him unable to fully suppress a shiver. Then he kisses him... lightly, perhaps? Hesitantly? How it begins is not the most important factor; what matters is that after Optimus melts into it it deepens in intensity and goes on, on, on... perhaps with brief pauses before Ratchet captures him in it again, gentle but brimming with barely restrained hunger, like Ratchet is the one who cannot get enough of him... like his own feelings are mirrored such that his shame is allowed to melt away. Like he is exactly what Ratchet needs, just as he is, without trying.

The image is in his processor for only an instant before he banishes it back to the depths of his psyche. He doesn't particularly want to answer the question aloud....

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[ @suckmybearings ] The Wrecker was practically sauntering up to Optimus, refreshed and ready for their early morning patrol together. With a light smirk, he drawled, “Are you a blueprint, sir? 'Cause I’ve been drawin' up plans to make y'a mine today.”

A stare. A blink.

He thought Wheeljack believed he should pursue Ratchet. Had that changed?

No, this was certainly a joke.

The Prime's utterly bemused look lingered until he shifted into alt mode to drive out through the bridge, giving no other acknowledgement of the flirtation.

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Send a ✨ (sparkle) for Starburst to rate your muse based on aesthetic and visual design! (Scale of 1-10)

Ah! It’s her Dad. Starburst nodded her helm, curious to know if today was a good day or bad day. She hoped it was a good one… He always looked so sad. Regardless, she circles around Optimus and inspects him, tail hanging low.

“You are pretty. No bot can deny it.” She admitted, before nodding again. “I think a 8.8/10 is a good score.”

Send a 🌙 (crescent moon) for Starburst to rate your muse based on how bite-able they are! (Scale of 1-10)

Now for the biting. Immediately, she hones in on the tires that are at a PERFECT biting height!! She purrs and gnaws at the wheels, clearly distracted. Realizing she has to give a rating, she lets go, leaving them covered in coolant saliva.

“Um. 7/10.” The rest of him doesn’t seem too biteable- these are definitely helping.”

Send a 💫 (dizzy star) for Starburst to rate your muse based on their scent! (Scale of 1-10)

Ah, her dad has a nice scent. She doesn’t even need to take another whiff, letting her snout nuzzle up against his servo, if he would allow. “I like your smells… Let me smell them more often, okay? Um.. 9.3/10.”

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What color does your love feel like?

deep staining red

Ripped out confessions, warm velvety whispers and a heart like an open wound. Your love flows out like dripping blood, beautiful, flawed and twisted. It's gut wrenching, the type of painfully dramatic feeling that makes you clutch your chest, picturing dramatic monologues about love and loving and big screen over the top scenes of sobbing into your pillow until you fall asleep. It rips out of you, clawing it's way up your throat more so than tumbling out. Sticky words that just need to be let out, feelings so big they don't fit inside you.

Your love isn't easy, it's a true bloody mess, dripping and staining everything it touches in a desperate attempt to be seen, to be felt, to be loved back. And you, you love so hard, so deeply, so much for someone who carries all that pain.

Atlas holding up the world, how are you? Is your love still flowing? Is your heart still open? Still pumping and bleeding and dripping with blood and tears? Still painting your beautiful pictures and writing your love letters in deeply personal red ink?

Because I see them, I read them, I love them and you, you, you, you. Clench your chest, scream your love, cry it out. Spill your words of loving, keep your heart beating, keep your love coming and paint the entire world red with it. Make it in your image, keep going, it's okay. Maybe one day the whole world can be red and loved and beautiful just like you.

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[M!A] Happy Maid Day! To show solidarity to this underappreciated sector of the servant class, you are shrouded in a delicate maid outfit for 24hrs. Is the design modest, practical? Perhaps the skirt is scandalous in length? Or maybe it is precious in excess knitted lace and frilly bows! Be aware that the outfit cannot be removed, destroyed, or soiled for the duration of the spell! (And, in order to ward off unwanted attention from those like Wheeljack, you are granted a little bit of magic of your own to deal with them how you see fit.)

Well. He cannot begrudge class solidarity....

This is an... interesting experience. It does not feel very Primely, but he supposes that is somewhat the point.

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Despite the urgings of the magic in his processor, Optimus cannot bring himself to overstep the uncertain boundaries between Starburst and himself. Perhaps... head scritches will suffice.

While she was pondering who to go kiss, she's suddenly approached by... Optimus? She tenses up a smidge, tail flicking in a nervous manner. However, things seem to be.... fine? As gentle digits carefully scritch at her helm.

"Ah." Is all she can say, whirring quietly and closing her optics. The magic, however, compels her. She clicks her jaws together, teetering as she stands on her backpedes, her front talons grabbing onto Optimus for support. She didn't want to climb onto him without asking, that would be rude. So awkwardly standing on her hindpedes will have to do...!

She leans her long neck up and gives a tiny little Predacon peck on Optimus's cheek, followed by the tiniest helm-nudge.

"Thank you for the scritches, you should do it more often."

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An affectionate field ripple serves as a slight warning to Ratchet... before Optimus bends down and places a small kiss on the top of his helm.

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The medic acknowledged him with a fond pulse of his own, but the soft pressure against his helm caused him to pause, then turn. While Optimus was in easy reach, Ratchet gently rested his hand behind his helm, then placed a kiss against the edge of his silver vent.

Afterward, he blinked up at him, then smiled faintly.

"It appears we were both selected for the latest affliction, but at least it isn't such a challenging one."

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[M!A] There are individuals within your circle of contacts who are in need of a kiss, my dear. Seek out a few the ones you are most comfortable with and give them that much needed affection.

"...." This feels different from typical grayface mischief, almost like a suggestion rather than a compulsion or physical effect. Still, it is 'magic' nonetheless, and he can feel it prodding gently in the back of his processor. Perhaps he need not fight it entirely....

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FMK Starscream, Megatron, Unicron

frag, marry, kiss

This... this one broke him. He is staring dead-eyed into space. Help.

He vents deeply. "It seems I must interface with Starscream, unfortunately."

He takes a moment before continuing, "... There is a concept known as... 'political marriage' in some cultures. If such would end the war, I would be willing to give up my personal happiness.

"... And kiss Unicron."

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"It is a strange thought exercise that one must not take overly literally. I would not have joined had I not been specifically invited.... But it is a form of social bonding, and has value for that reason."

... He pauses, then adds with a note of flustered humor, "I hope you did not mind my two instances of 'marrying' you."

Obviously those choices were due to him being the most comfortable option for spending time with long term. Definitely no other reason.

He is of the opinion most of you are very foolish for even agreeing to entertain this prompt. What a loaded game, bound to backfire in unimaginable ways.

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"Hmm... Ratchet, Predaking, and Wheeljack!" This is a light amount of mischief and tomfoolery to think about.

frag, marry, kiss

Starburst gets a Look™. How she is tormenting him. Obviously he must marry Ratchet, which means he must choose between the other two to (theoretically) "frag"....

He is tempted to rub his helm. Predaking is a formidable opponent, as Optimus knows uncomfortably well. The idea of interfacing with him, frankly, intimidates him, even if he were to use his bipedal mode. There are too many uncertain factors, including the simple issue of potential roughness. Not to mention that Predaking was technically only very recently created....

Wheeljack, at least, has shown a form of respect for boundaries.

Optimus keeps his tone and expression neutral as he gives Starburst her answer, "Interface with Wheeljack, marry Ratchet, kiss Predaking."

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FMK Bulkhead, Bumblebee, Smokescreen

frag, marry, kiss

.... Hm. He does not like this one.

"Bulkhead is the most mature of the three, for... intimate activities." He refuses to even theoretically think of the other two in such a manner.

But there is still 'marriage'. He exvents. "... Smokescreen, Bumblebee." The Matrix of Leadership has shown some affinity towards Smokescreen, which will have to be... good enough as justification. Bumblebee gets a kiss on the helm.

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FMK Starscream, Knock Out, Airachnid

frag, marry, kiss

Ah. A set of three Decepticons, two of whom are certainly distasteful. The idea of spending his life with either makes him shudder, and interfacing is nearly as unpleasant a prospect....

He does not want to be speculating what they're like in the berth. Would they take advantage of vulnerability to try to kill him? Airachnid seems particularly dangerous... but somehow he finds himself stuck on the fact that Starscream would likely never let him live it down, and that his position as the Decepticon second in command makes continued contact unavoidable.

There's a frown on his faceplate and deep reluctance in his voice as he finally answers, "... Airachnid, Knock Out, Starscream."

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FMK Ratchet, Cirrus, Ares

frag, marry, kiss

Optimus finds himself somewhat distracted with wondering what living individual could possibly know all three of those names and their relevance to him.

"... Cirrus, Ratchet, Ares." The former would simply be... exploration between friends. Cirrus would not be insufferable like Ares. And he would "marry" Ratchet, always.

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FMK Arcee, Dreadwing, Ultra Magnus

frag, marry, kiss

All right, now this is an actual instance of the challenge. While none of the prospects are desirable—he only desires one individual in such manners—none are outright terrible either, putting him in a position of having to truly think.

Ultra Magnus is the easiest choice—Optimus mentored him long ago and is confident in his ability to provide him emotional support and guidance. They could likely coexist peacefully with little need for intimacy. The other two, he imagines, would need more from a relationship after all they have been through. As for who he would choose to interface with or kiss...

He considers for several moments, then answers, "... Dreadwing, Ultra Magnus, Arcee."