gowithplana

[gowithplana]

in fact, now i'm curious enough after all these asks that i'm gonna make a tagbait post: transformers fandom, please tell me what you think the rarest rarepair that you earnestly ship is. i'm talking 'this has no fanart no matter how deep into twitter and pixiv you dive' stuff. the ones you made up at 3am when you couldn't sleep and now they are real To You.

[gowithplana]

" I suppose skinning a God and wearing it is a power move. But the ultimate power move is apparently making it hyper aware of your ongoing existence in said God skin armor..."

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TFP meg`s face is fun to draw

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" Well then- " Optimus does his best come to attention he can. Given he's a bottle and a glass onto his cups. Then executes a rather elegant bow. At less he thinks it is. Coming up Optimus crosses his arm over his chassis," I am Magnate Optimus Prime, youngest Magnate in history. First True Prime in going on 11 eons of my home planet of Cybertron. We are celebrating our 2nd year of re-unifucation of Autobots and Decepticons. And I'm a little drunk because I'm exhausted.

He lifts his cup," So cheers~ to that much. Thank you for kindly allowing me into yiur habsuite your grace."

The young Prime leans back a bit. Sighing quietly. Giving a little rumble as he presses his glass to his cheek..

" Once- just once. I'd like the multi-verse to be my size." Says the mech with blue audial fins laid flat back. He's got two bottles of wine in dark claws. Regarding Starscream with the look of one truly Done with a day.

And wearing a robe with a train fit to be a gown and all the ruffles and feather trim. In brilliant ' I killed my 6 husband's, everyone knows, and enforcers will never arrest me out of fear' scarlet.

"... Want a drink?"

A slow blink from the seeker is followed by his mouth opening, then closing in confusion. He stares at the smaller frame in his doorway, before leaning out to look right and left. Satisfied that there are no pranksters trying to record his reaction, he finally peers down at the other.

"...Who are you, and why are you on my doorstep."

[gowithplana]

:: Are you going to dress me up for it? I'd hate to look a mess. It wouldn't sell my adoration otherwise.:: Optimus tucks a piece of candy onto his glossa. Stretching comfortably in his berth.

:: You don't seem to mind me calling you daddy~? ::

« Hah. I think it's quite befitting for an Optimus to be on their knees and refer to me as such. Why, I think I'll arrange for you to do such in front of all your loyal followers. They would be tickled. »

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Optimus wiggles in anticipation. He hardly needs the gesture. Nearly tripping to get into his lap. Smiling back sweetly, reaching up to brush a servo along Batgottis cheek," You're too sweet to me beloved..."

Sitting up a bit to lean in and press his lips to Batgottis. Audial fins wiggling in happiness.

"Can I borrow a kiss? I promise I'll give it back." -to batgotti

Batgotti chuckles as he tilts his head and looks up from the book he's been reading while lounging in Optimus' habsuite. "Oh? Well, how can I deny such a polite request?" He purrs, lowering his book and cooking his finger at Optimus as he let's his mask snap back, revealing the jagged scar that mars a portion of his face, giving the right side of his lips a near permanent snarl despite how he smiles at the Prime.

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“Come and sit, then. Can’t promise I’m any good at meditation, but we can share a beer.”

Oppy is immediately going to climb into Convoys lap tiredly. Taking one of those bigger blue servos to hide under. Voice muffled-

" I'm glad you're here Convoy."

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Take a moment to think of just flexibility, love, and trust

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⌚️

" My Sire- ? " Optimus pauses, looking...pensive. frowning as he turns away from the twins. Contemplating out a window with his mug in servo.

" I always thought he was the biggest mech in the world. Even bigger than Ultra Magnus. It's one of the worst feelings to be told you're too big for others because- the world IS big. How could one bitlet be too big?" Shaking his helm.

" I realized what he meant... Long after he passed."

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"You might not be my sire, but you ARE my legal guardian. So I got you a mug! If I remember right, it's a traditional gift for this particular holiday." it says 'brothermus prime' on it.

Optimus blinks.

Then he carefully takes the mug. Thumb brushing over the lettering. Blue will find himself in a borderline crushing hug.

Optimus feels... weirdly nostalgic today. Hid spark aching with heaviness and happiness," Thank you Blue. I'm going to use it for my council sessions."

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⌘

" I regret what I did." A figure stands behind Optimus as he speaks passionately at a council. Dark grey servos settling on red pauldrons.

" Why did I think you would ever blend into the crowd? You should have been a Convoy elder one day. If I hadn't hurt you. Your carrier almost left me for it- the Convoy elders made me do scut work for it on our migrations." Yellow optics are dull with sorrow.

" Yet I'll never be able to tell you. Not in the way you deserve rightly. Oh my child- oh dear youngling. My hunter of truth. My peace bringer. You've brought more honor and joy than you can imagine. You have built a legacy from nothing. We left you so young, so brittle, so lonely... Yet you would speak harshly if I tried to pity you. You've worked hard. So my regrets are mine in the light of your growth. My apologies silent in the face of your Strength. But I am proud-"

He steps away, into the light of hadeen from the stained window behind Optimus. The Prime stiffening, half turning as if searching. There is nothing but the gleaming fractured outline of a messenger of Primus on the floor.

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A Father Today--

Send ‘⌚’ to hear my muse talk about their father, or a father figure. Send ‘⌘’ to hear my muse’s father or father-figure talk about the muse.

[gowithplana]

Leans over and nips him.

Optimus' servo moves quickly. Snapping shut around Rungs waist and tugging. Pulling the other over into his lap with a guttural rumble," Well hello beautiful-"

Optics glittering.

" Why am I receiving the honor of your love bites today~? Feeling spicy?" Purring the last word. Optics scrunching happily.

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" It depends- how much do you want to believe me?" Optimus asks the question with an edge of good humor but plenty of exhaustion as well. Pulling the cork from a bottle with a jab of his claw and a twist. Pouring a generous measure of the rich dark Vosnian wine into each glass.

Yes yes he knows he should let it breathe! But frankly he needs this drink.

" You're a high ranking Vosnian noble- " Colors, his habsuite, he thinks he glimpsed some heraldic items on the wall in passing.

" So I would frankly dislike setting you on edge enough you decide to call for someone to take me away. On the other servo-" He holds out one of the glasses to the other," I find most mecha think I'm lying even if I do tell the truth."

" Once- just once. I'd like the multi-verse to be my size." Says the mech with blue audial fins laid flat back. He's got two bottles of wine in dark claws. Regarding Starscream with the look of one truly Done with a day.

And wearing a robe with a train fit to be a gown and all the ruffles and feather trim. In brilliant ' I killed my 6 husband's, everyone knows, and enforcers will never arrest me out of fear' scarlet.

"... Want a drink?"

A slow blink from the seeker is followed by his mouth opening, then closing in confusion. He stares at the smaller frame in his doorway, before leaning out to look right and left. Satisfied that there are no pranksters trying to record his reaction, he finally peers down at the other.

"...Who are you, and why are you on my doorstep."

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" I'm here because a holy relic likes to interfere in my social life at random. Might I bother you by coming in? There's a nip and I'm a bottle in already. I'd planned to watch My soaps but-" Shrugs, bottles clicking between his claws.

Venting softly.

" I hopefully won't be long. Usually an evening at most and I will do my best to stay out from underpede."

" Once- just once. I'd like the multi-verse to be my size." Says the mech with blue audial fins laid flat back. He's got two bottles of wine in dark claws. Regarding Starscream with the look of one truly Done with a day.

And wearing a robe with a train fit to be a gown and all the ruffles and feather trim. In brilliant ' I killed my 6 husband's, everyone knows, and enforcers will never arrest me out of fear' scarlet.

"... Want a drink?"

A slow blink from the seeker is followed by his mouth opening, then closing in confusion. He stares at the smaller frame in his doorway, before leaning out to look right and left. Satisfied that there are no pranksters trying to record his reaction, he finally peers down at the other.

"...Who are you, and why are you on my doorstep."

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Optimus has wine, medicine, and his best don't fuck with me robe on.

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" You are not egoless. And you often act like the petulant teenager who's parents bought it a red thing and you cried because you wanted the same thing in black instead." Optimus is having a migraine. And frankly?

This works.

" if you had any more imposter syndrome about your own specialty you'd be painted like a clown. And frankly the way you attempt to make up for your own short failings while also attempting to garner attention is laughably as mortal as the rest of us. Ergo- we clearly get the behavior from you."

@gowithplana replied...

" Pretty sure it's you."

( WHY ARE YOU IMPOSTERING AN EGOLESS ENTITY OF DEATH )