[chaotic-tired-bastard]

Being Primus' fav probably sucks, you know?

[giga-queen]

ship wars are dumb. Polyamory and aromanticism are easy, simple, and effective solutions

[nerdragons-hoard]

I don't see how polyamory or aromanticism could patch up the holes in my hull but if you say so

[ikeepbeez]

Don't fuck those people; cram them in the hole in the hull. People are non-absorbent.

[muanpurr]

Full: x @Muan_PURR - https://x.com/i/status/2049592227265954287

[njere]

- psyche -

[flameofprimus]

Rodimus has a small basket of star flowers. His hair still looks like a MLP protagonist. He's kind of rolling with it. The magic will wear off when the next day rolls around.

...usually.

Hm. He'd talk to Op of it didn't. Humming as he wiggles up a tree trunk to pick some fruit. Biting into the crystal lile sugar sweet berry as others go into the basket.

[flameofprimus]

Rod sneezes where he's kneeling in a patch of star flowers. He sneezes again- a kittenish noise. A lion tail pops out the top of his pants.

He sighs," Dammit-"

Another sneeze and the tail disappears and he's got hair that floats away from his face. The red-gold now the color of a shifting su set.

" Now I look like a MLP Princess..."

[flakeeyplants]

I need to actually shut up abt transformers

[number-one-toku-robot-lover]

Gentle forehead bonk between helmeted characters. Gentle forehead bonk between robots. Gentle forehead bonk.

[servusendura]

With low-burning optics, Cyclonus makes a simple gesture: she pats one servo deliberately against the dense armor of her thigh.

“Come sit.”

[flameofprimus]

Guess who's straddled up and grinning at her," Thanks for the Throne babe~"

[flameofprimus]

"I bet I could give you something more fun to grind against than a pillow Roddy." -Redstrike

Rodimus yelps, thighs clamping around his pillow. Sitting up abruptly with his winglette plates hiked up high. Whining as he looks over his shoulder," Red! You can't surprise a mech when they're charged. Not cool gorgeous."

[rocketsockem]

Idk I like drawing him pathetically

[jimbotron3000]

Love these fellas

[i-remember-there-was-mist]

April Fool’s Day is in a few days, and I just wanted to make this clear. This blog is safe, and I can promise you no screamers, nothing emotionally abusive, no fake posts, and nothing to intentionally trigger dissociation. You are safe here.

[primadomina]

" Ohhhhh~ Galvatron." Blows kisses, blows kisses. Wiggling those new broader spoiler wings.

Wiggle, wiggle. It’s like the damn brat was built to distract her— the bright yellows and contrasting red and chrome make Rodimus exceedingly easy to pick out on the battlefield, and the constant kinetic energy…

Galvatron’s targeting reticles blow wide and then snap-lock onto the Prime.

And only the Prime, the datapad in her servo getting crushed in the process as she points it at him.

“You!! Come over here at once!”

[flameofprimus]

Rodimus lifts a heeled pede. A recent change, though he still has the hoof like cleft. Setting said pede down a klik later...away from her. Half turning, regarding her as his winglettes sway in slow pleased flutters.

" Mmmm~ and what happens if I don't?" Smile slowly getting broader. Hes lifting his other pede now, will he move closer or away? Hm decisions decisions!

Matrix Blue or Nova Blue Optics flash full of fire and life. Plus a dose of mischief.

[practical-hearthcraft-deactivat]

To anyone who sees this, I hope you have an experience of whimsy today. I hope you see something utterly joyful, silly, and ridiculous, and I hope you see it and smile. I wish that for you today.

[sparkchamber]

{ @flameofprimus }

Rung lightly strokes his fingertips along the sweep of Rodimus’ helm crest, petting him simply for the pleasure of getting to do so. “You know the rules, right? If you want a pause or you need to stop, how many times do you tap my hip, little firefly?”

Best to make sure. Just in case. This was hardly anything close to pushing boundaries, but Rung worries. He’s very good at worrying.

[flameofprimus]

" Uhhuh-"

Rodimus is too busy staring at how pretty Rung is. Absently, he leans into that fleeting touch as he mumbles," I uh. Oh-"

Blinking.

" Oh! I tap you three times." Starting to get distracted again. Licking his lips before getting mumbles," Primus you're so hot.. Can I put you on my face now?"

Reaching out to carefully play with the sparkly bits hanging from Rungs hips.

[sparkmender]

Mother mother-

The matrix chatters so sweetly. Rodimus peeling himself from shadow. A gaping helm on a golden platter. No dripping messes- it's nice and clean.

Some dissident. Some foul mouthed cretin. Delivered indeed, per request. Spoilers lowered differentially. Gaze besotted in lavender optics on his God.

“I was beginning to worry, but I see you were out making friends. Did you have a good time, sweetspark?”

For Rodimus, and Rodimus alone, Rung lifts his mourning veil.

Carefully brushing the trailing netting back over his helm, he pulls away from the databank station he’d cabled into to welcome his precious champion back into his arms. Only for Rodimus does he smile these orn, cheeks dimpling and optics squinted with warmth.

“Is that…? My darling. You can put that down on the table, love, I’ll get to it tomorrow— it’s late, isn’t it? Let’s have dinner brought up, I want to hear all about your day,” he gushes, leaning up to kiss the young Prime’s cheeks. “I missed you.”

[flameofprimus]

Rodimus waits until he's kissed before he deposits the tray on the nearest table. Then sinks to his knees. Cooing softly to have Rungs undivided attention. His blessed God- mother please-

" I didn't disturb you did I? I'm always at your beck and call. To serve you brings Me joy. But if you wish for me to dine by your side? Why what an honor." Resting his helm on Rungs lap. He covets these moments that are allowed to him.

The reminder of Rodimus' as the true heir of Primus' will and love.