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Move is underway. All necessary posts have been queued on the new @fate-rewired. This blog (in particular) will be moved under my archived main at some point today.

If you would like to keep interacting with the muses from here, please head to @fate-rewired. Danke!

#Mun || Refugee from stone and sand/Row until you don’t see land!#//and so thus

I haven't completed the move, but I'm certainly prepared. If the blog is still shadowbanned when I wake up tomorrow,...then I'll complete the move.

Crater my blogs, Dumblr- I'll just keep remakin' 'em.

#Mun || Refugee from stone and sand/Row until you don’t see land!#//to be deleted\\

@sarii-sumdac asked:

Swindle is getting snowballed now.

[Merry Christmas 2025 || Accepting!]

He felt it. The first smack of a snowball against his plating. Initially, he'd thought it Haven- until the memory hit him that they absolutely hated touching snow with their hands- or even with gloves. He paused, helm turning to spot the small offender- Sari. The Autobots' little human pet ally.

Well, he didn't want to end up with that backwater road salt anywhere on his framework (at least, not more than necessary for helping Haven), so....his forcefield generator kicked on. Wreathed in light purple, a hum rumbling from his vocoder as he took a step closer to the kid.

"A sneak attack, a most excellent idea! Though, it doesn't work for long with a weak attack,...and when your enemy has a forcefield." He chuckled. It wasn't like he could retaliate, what with the mistletoe still overseeing his every action. He moved, allowing the forcefield to (briefly) disconnect around one servo so he could move to pat the kid. If his plating got pelted by snow during,...so be it. "Still! Not a bad strategy, miss Sari!"

#sariisumdac #Merry Christmas 2025 #Asks || Faded/And I really can’t escape it.#Swindle || Put your money on the dash/Throw the dice.#//him who can't retaliate: forcefield it is!#//initially I was gonna have him start making a snowball but uhhhh he reminded me of the virus XD #//M!A || Mistletoe Virus\\

fate-rewired-a

So, fate-rewired got shadowbanned.

Hopefully that gets resolved before the night of the party.

If it doesn't, then I'll just post reactions from fate-rewired's muses over on fate-called (since it'll be a fast-paced evening and they'd get lost in the shuffle otherwise).

Gonna try to fight Dumblr back on the shadowban, but if it lasts too long...gonna kill a bitch. I'll give it until the turn of New Year's, if not a bit later.

For now, if you get a 'shadow notification', that was probably a response from me! If need be, I'll send out DMs when I can about replies I've posted (post-shadowban) since I doubt people will get proper warnings.

A small list of things, since I'm shadowbanned here (for now):

Please direct asks for fate-rewired to fate-called (or the sideblog) until this is resolved (specify that they're for fate-rewired, I'll answer them here).

If you need to message me, yet again, either send messages to fate-called or the sideblog (or DM me on Discord, if you have that).

Any takers to join me in committing a few murders in rage? Yay? Nay?

#//self reblog\\#Mun || Refugee from stone and sand/Row until you don’t see land!#//any @sks that get sent to this place's inbox I have to transcribe by hand b/c I can't see them on the PC (due to shadowb@n)#//so pls-----

@dollofiacon asked:

Mourningstar arrives bearing a gift, the gift of Christmas foods made safe for Cybertronians to eat! Four dishes made with love and care, and consideration for the flavor combinations. Soft, whipped Silicone Merveilleux rolled in gold and silver powder; a Yule log made with fluffy mineral wool, silicone cream, lead and cadmium ganache and topped with garnet beads and gold leaf; sweet-tangy, crunchy Crystal Plums coated in amethysts and rose quarts, with a soft Energon gummy, and mixed powdered ore and chopped nuts and bolts flesh, and chromium nut in the middle; finally there was a big, hearty Iron Ham on a chromium calcium-filled bone.

[For Swindle, and Shatter Prime]

Of course, she wouldn't dare leave out their other halves! Mourningstar had gotten the hang of making portion sizes do humans, even if it was quite a challenge. It was worth it to at least make sure Haven, and Aether(?, couldn't quite recall if he could eat Cybertronian fuels or not) didn't go hungry.

[Merry Christmas 2025! || Accepting!]

Unexpected, but not altogether unwelcome.- Swindle had greeted her with a smirk of a smile- a (brief) side-hug- optics light.

"Hello, Mourningstar...yet another taste test? Or are you perhaps here to celebrate the festivities?" Swindle's ship had been sparsely decorated, with tiny strings of human-sized lights hanging through the corridors, an ornament or two strung along every here-and-there. It wouldn't be long before he'd find himself pulled to the crystal plums, taking a bite and feeling it crunch against his denta. Her presentation had certainly improved from the first thing she'd offered- at this point, each time she dropped by with a treat in-servo, it nearly felt like he was staying at some resort and had gotten room service.

"You'll have to wait for our gifts, but for now! How about a game? I brought some Plus Ultraaaa~!" Haven couldn't eat the offered snacks (not even the human-sized portions), but they didn't mind one way or the other. They held up their tiny board game with a beaming grin- hoping to have a few players.

Though they didn't doubt their own mistletoe would magnetize soon- so, they took the opportunity (while Mourning was hopefully still) to bump their head up against her leg. Playful and light.

[Meanwhile, in another universe...]

He'd been wondering why Mourningstar would drift by his habsuite so early in the solar cycle- it would seem, as his optics landed on the treats, that he had his answer.

"Did you- make all this?" His question was far from incredulous or disgusted- moreso just entirely surprised. But he'd not turn down a chance to munch on a yule log- though he made utterly certain he was leaning off the berth so he'd not risk getting crumbs on the fabric. "This is delicious,....!!! Thank you!" He briefly stood, as did Aether- a hug from the mech (to the side, so as not to squish Mourning's treats), and a helm-pat from Aether before they were upon the food she'd offered.

Aether, for their part, had kidnapped a small portion off the iron ham. The moment they had it, they'd retreated towards their little 'house' corner of the berthroom, though the metal at the edge did briefly shimmer, raising to form the words 'thank you'- though they weren't in Cybertronian.

"Aether says 'thank you'." Shatter chuckled. "Care to join us for this little feast?" Though it'd probably only be a few kliks at best- after all, he had patrols today.

#Asks || Faded/And I really can’t escape it.#dollofiacon #Shatter Prime || I’ve had my darkest thoughts/Trying to get to heaven.#Aether Stardust || I suppress/Flash flood rain.#//M!A || Mistletoe Virus\\#Swindle || Put your money on the dash/Throw the dice.#Haven Layne || Think I’m bad for business/Doin’ bad with my mental fitness.#Merry Christmas 2025 #//this was adorable #food tw #eyestrain tw

Dash Game: Music Favorites

Put your music library on shuffle, then put the first five songs that come up in a poll to let people vote on which one they like best.

Tagged by: Stole off my other-main's dash. Tagging: You saw this, wanna do it? Go wild!

#Youtube #Dash Games || It takes more than meets the eye.#Queue || Lookin’ at each other/Saying/I would go lightyears for you.#Music || I’m the grim reaper/When I’m tearing out your speaker!

Anonymous asked:

[M!A] You've heard the whispers, haven't you? About an unexpected illness that has infiltrated the community, infecting both mechanoids and organics. The Mistletoe Virus. And you thought that it wouldn't reach you, didn't you?

You blink once... and suddenly, you've gained a companion—a sprig of mistletoe, with its ice-dusted leaves and snow-white berries, decorated in a bright scarlet ribbon and hovering a tiny distance from your forehelm!

Hastily, you attempt to grab it, swat at it, but... your servo phrases right through it!? You watch in astonishment as the sprig of mistletoe explodes into glimmering digital fragments… before they swiftly rearrange themselves back into its original shape.

Until the end of the day 12/25, you will be accompanied by an untouchable, indestructible mistletoe, leaving you open to receive holiday affection (kisses; hugs; nuzzles; gropes; helm bunting; etc.) from allies and enemies alike!

THE RULES:

No Violence! Respect the Mistletoe Or Else

Should you attempt to retaliate with violence, you will be compelled to channel your aggression into more passionate / sensual contact. (e.g. If you attempt to bite during a kiss, you will be compelled to deepen the kiss. If you attempt to punch the other individual, you will be compelled to leisurely touch their frame.)So, be nice! Or you'll find yourself getting a little naughty.

The Mistletoe Will Not Be Denied

Do you have a retractable mask? It no longer closes now! Do you have a place that you could disappear to and wait this out? Now you've been barred entrance to it! You cannot hide!

When Mistletoes Collide

Should you cross paths with another individual infected with the Mistletoe Virus, you have sixty [60] seconds to approach them on your own.If you refuse to do so (or you attempt to run away), the mistletoes will become magnetized, and you will be forced to close the distance. You will not be able to separate from each other until you've shown one another some form of affection!

Remember, the Mistletoe Virus...

IS A VIRUS! So, be certain to spread it all around the community, editing it as you see fit! 🌿💋

[Mistletoe Virus. || Accepting!]

Shatter's internals stuttered as his optics came online that morning, only to spot a certain piece of foliage over his helm- one that matched to the piece of foliage now resting overtop his other half's head. It didn't take long for the whisper of the rules to cross his processor- realizing that his week had just taken a turn for the more embarrassing.

"At least there's nothing against warning people..." Though he could already guess that, of everyone, his other would probably be 'coincidentally' crossing paths with him as often as possible. For now, he let a servo slide to cover their tiny frame- gently pressing them closer to his chassis and letting out a quiet vent of atmosphere.

This was going to be a long week.

[OOC]

All muses have been infected with the Mistletoe Virus! Be careful, you may receive an unexpected hug or helm-bump!

#Asks || Faded/And I really can’t escape it.#Anon || If/You trust the words they said/Then/Put your gun to my head.#//M!A || Mistletoe Virus\\#Shatter Prime || I’ve had my darkest thoughts/Trying to get to heaven.#Aether Stardust || I suppress/Flash flood rain.

iaconsavior

This lesser alternate would only find himself 'involved' if Sentinel felt he and the false Prime were conspiring against him, and he would bury them both under the workload and displeasure of their city. And they wouldn't like it, but technically a portion of their economy is living on the surface having been exiled from Iacon. Surely Iacon would want old patrons back, and the Decepticon's would be quite amicable to potential trade routes. They'd already killed their Sentinel for being unable to hold his lie together, so vindication achieved, and the current Decepticon leader had issues with the current Prime.

He could utilise that very easily for the Big Picture. His excuse? Is it not the job of a Prime to protect all it's people?

"Oh, it is quite alright. From my outings in the city so far, our alternate has done quite a number of the sparks and minds of this Cybertron, that I do not blame them for hostility. I look like their aggressor, I doubt there has been much in the way of therapy options during a war, and it is probably a healthier alternative than bottling it up hiding from me"

fate-rewired-a

Shatter's awkward smile fell. True enough,...

"...many...suffered, under what our other self did. Be it being unable to pursue the life they wanted, to the oppression, to taking some offline to keep the ruse going..." He trailed off for a moment, only to shake his helm. Nothing could be done about that. All he could do was-- try to move forward. Try to help Iacon,- help Cybertron- move forward. "...it would be putting it mildly to say the small one got a bad impression, thanks to our other self."

He could still feel the memory at the back of his processor. Granted to him after so long, but Primus, he hated it.

"I'll save the details for if Aether ever approaches you properly, but- in essence, they were nearly murdered by Sentinel- and spent a very, very long time isolated on the surface thanks to our alternate." He'd just count himself happy they had apparently kept to the promise.

"They're comfortable with me, so they visit my office often...hence, getting those documents moved so you can access them without running into Aether." Well, he'd not expected explaining this to his alternate today, but...was what it was.

Really had to get them used to his other self...he'd sort it out.

#iaconsavior #tfo spoilers #spoilers #transformers one spoilers #Shatter Prime || I’ve had my darkest thoughts/Trying to get to heaven.#Queue || Lookin’ at each other/Saying/I would go lightyears for you.#//the difference between what he thinks vs says like hot DAMN XD #//not me on repeat forgetting to make m'text blue #//I'mma gun someone down lads

"Hot damn, can't wait to see how this'll turn out!"

"And what would you do if I was afflicted?"

"I'm your soulmate, and if it weren't for my anxiety, I'd be all over you every time I saw you. Tag on that weird virus goin' around. You do the math." Shatter's faceplates flushed a deep blue. "Exactly."

#Dash Commentary || And I can’t see your face/Cigarette the wrong way.#Shatter Prime || I’ve had my darkest thoughts/Trying to get to heaven.#Aether Stardust || I suppress/Flash flood rain.#Golden Glass || Every time you’re not in my arms/I start to lose myself.

"Listen I don't need a reason to want to kill an old man."

"I need a body-burying buddy!"

"How about some cookies, instead...?"

"...sure!"

Thank Primus.

#Shatter Prime || I’ve had my darkest thoughts/Trying to get to heaven.#Aether Stardust || I suppress/Flash flood rain.#Dash Commentary || And I can’t see your face/Cigarette the wrong way.#//thanks to @rmada I cannot stop thinking about how @ether has definitely murdered (and eaten) a lot of 'bots over the vorns #//mate has v e r y little issue killing if they feel threatened

idestprimum

Regulations and Information

This is a multimuse/multiverse rp blog for Optimus Prime

—※※※—Please note, this is a SIDE BLOG that follows from @blindxptimism. I cannot follow back! —※※※—

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This blog is 21+. Depictions of Violence and Adult content will likely be prevalent here. Please proceed with caution, Minors DNI.

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#Promo || Heave her up and shake the dust/We’re heading for the deep.#Queue || Lookin’ at each other/Saying/I would go lightyears for you.

digitaloptiics

'Well, thank you for not throwing one at me.' Haybail didn't blame Wheeljack. He can think of so many of his fellow 'Cons who would love to throw a grenade at Soundwave. Throw one at Shockwave too for good measure. Starscream? Not a threat. Like any flier, he just loved to look down at others whilst he flew too close to the sun.

'I'll have to visit it one day.' Empty words. Haybail knew he couldn't go somewhere like that. Not anymore.

One ped in front of the other until, after who knows how long, they reached the tides of the Rust Sea. The sparkling had woken by that time. Haybail set her down between himself and Wheeljack. 'I guess this is where we part ways.' He still didn't read between the lines with the youngster, who looked confused. 'Take care of her.'

Haybail turned to make a silent exit, but he only got one step away before he felt the Sparkling clinging to his leg. 'No, no. Go with him.' That wasn't going to happen. Haybail looked to Wheeljack with a confused look.

'You gonna help here?'

fate-rewired-a

Wheeljack merely shrugged.

"Grenades are nice,...but nothing beats a good servo-to-servo brawl." Though he'd refrain from attacking Haybail for the time being. After all- the mech would be an asset, and wasn't...quite an enemy (nor an ally). But he'd sort that out another time.

I'll have to visit it one day.

The ruins wouldn't be worth it, he was sure. Maybe, if Cybertron ever recovered from this war...but it was a hesitant thought at best.

He walked, resisting the urge to transform. One klik after another, breems shifting and seemingly elongating. It took so long, dragged into a near-endless march...but barely a hint crossed his faceplates when the two finally made it to the Rust Sea (save the faint grin). His optics slid to the sparkling- and then back up to Haybail.

"...I think she's made her choice.- Made it way back when we first found her, actually." He may have preferred fights and the like to this stuff, but even he could tell the sparkling was clinging to Haybail like a lifeboat. He crossed his arms. "Surely ya noticed?- 'Sides, figure she'd be safer with ya." An ex-Con and a Wrecker...no 'safe' choices, to be certain.- But Haybail didn't seem intent on charging back into the fray when they parted ways.

Unlike him.

#Wheeljack || No turning back/No other path/And I know that this road is my destiny!#Queue || Lookin’ at each other/Saying/I would go lightyears for you.#digitaloptiics

So, fate-rewired got shadowbanned.

Hopefully that gets resolved before the night of the party.

If it doesn't, then I'll just post reactions from fate-rewired's muses over on fate-called (since it'll be a fast-paced evening and they'd get lost in the shuffle otherwise).

Gonna try to fight Dumblr back on the shadowban, but if it lasts too long...gonna kill a bitch. I'll give it until the turn of New Year's, if not a bit later.

For now, if you get a 'shadow notification', that was probably a response from me! If need be, I'll send out DMs when I can about replies I've posted (post-shadowban) since I doubt people will get proper warnings.

A small list of things, since I'm shadowbanned here (for now):

Please direct asks for fate-rewired to fate-called (or the sideblog) until this is resolved (specify that they're for fate-rewired, I'll answer them here).

If you need to message me, yet again, either send messages to fate-called or the sideblog (or DM me on Discord, if you have that).

Any takers to join me in committing a few murders in rage? Yay? Nay?

#Mun || Refugee from stone and sand/Row until you don’t see land!#//to be deleted\\#//D.mblr we've been through this song and dance before #//y'know if you crater my blog I'll just rebuild it

Shatter's consciousness wormed its way back to the rising of the sun. His optics shuttered for a moment, not wanting (quite yet) to come online for the solar cycle.

Ktnk.

Restrained. Not in a way that was unfamiliar, feeling slithering cabling dragging along his plating. His optics came back online, helm able to tilt just enough to spot the tiny frame sitting atop his chassis.

"...something happen?"

They offered no verbal reply. The cabling holding Shatter down pulled back- disappearing back into the floors and walls it had formed from. Shatter's servos moved, cupping his tiny other so he could properly sit up.

"...alright...how about breakfast?" A low hum of a noise was his answer. One of those cycles... He shifted to the edge of the berth, and stood up.

~~ Shut Down? ~~ Confirmation echoed over the bond- faint and exhausted. He pulled them a little closer to his chassis, plating brushing up against his own frame. Nothing to do but go about his solar cycle...but it would seem he'd be going through it with a tiny shadow, this round. (Moreso than usual, anyway.)

#Shatter Prime || I’ve had my darkest thoughts/Trying to get to heaven.#Aether Stardust || I suppress/Flash flood rain.#Golden Glass || Every time you’re not in my arms/I start to lose myself.#//idk what to label this #//am tired

rubymemes

Send ❤️ if you want to ship but are too shy to ask

Can be sent on anon or not

#Ask Meme || Can you relate?/Can you keep up the pace?#//hrm

dollofiacon

"Of course, Swindle! That's why I brought both over, I'd be thrilled to have you eat both if you want," Mourningstar nodded enthusiastically, optics rattling around in her helm until they slowly re-centered within their sockets. "Someone with your palette has much insight into things like this, and it's good to get a gauge on other bots' flavor receptors."

Not to mention, she just felt happier when bots got their nutrients and fuel.

"I'm also wondering about maybe making a gallium gravy to pair with it, or put on top of mashed oil buttered potassium! The humans seem fond of putting sauces on their turkey, and their mashes," She remarked, glancing up at the ceiling thoughtfully.

fate-rewired-a

He raised his servos.

"Oh, I couldn't possibly have both. Just one would be more than generous." At this rate, he may need to start watching himself around her. A half-joke that he mentally tossed. "True enough... I consider myself envious of any of your other 'tasters'. Can't exactly replicate that first bite."

And off she went on another thought. Some new recipe that had him laughing softly.

"I'd recommend the gallium gravy if you're aiming for 'more human cuisine-esque'." He crossed his arms. "Depends on the human, overall. Just like taste depends on both cook and taster." He let his arms fall. Best not to leave them crossed for long. "I'd go for the crisper one, if that's alright. Had enough 'snap' with some...well, we'll just say unsavory clients, lately."

He shifted to briefly place down another card.

#dollofiacon #Thanksgiving 2025 #Swindle || Put your money on the dash/Throw the dice.

vexheart

#Queue || Lookin’ at each other/Saying/I would go lightyears for you.#Haven Layne Aesthetic || Am I alive/Or am I just dyin’?/Little at a time/Spinnin’ my wheels just to keep survivin’.

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