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[humanfucker]

this is an optimus prime rp blog, canon-compliant to bayverse transformers, but open to writing with other transformers canons. wiki info is here. blog is current until rotb with spoilers tagged #rotb spoilers. basic rules: IC =/= OOC. crosscanon and OCs beloved. open to shipping M/M, M/F, and M/NB, including interspecies ships. sexual content is tagged #nsfw, while sensitive content is tagged #subject cw (i.e. #torture cw, #body horror cw). writer is 21+, kink-friendly, and will not write smut with minors, but PG-rated stuff is always welcome to writers of all ages. PM me if you have any questions. if you believe tastes in fiction equate real life morality, please block me.

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[evilsontherun]

@macrodatum from ( if they had a kid meme ).

kid meme: jacob and optimus prime

name. — Dakota Mae [ Hel ] Pax

gender. — cis female ( she / her )

general appearance. — 5'8" with a willowy frame, her pa's gray eyes, and "dirty" blonde - colored, wavy hair. generally keeps a deceptively neat appearance. if one looks close, they'll see that she's a working girl : there's dirt on her boots, all of her jewelry is cheap [ at her insistence ], and her clothes are well - worn [ well - loved ]. In her later life, Dakota will have a small version of the Autobots symbol tattooed onto the back of her left shoulder in honor of her daddy.

personality. — Jacob once said that it was a good thing Dakota was born to a human [ ish ] body, otherwise she would have taken over the universe when she started walking. She was always a determined and feisty child, much to her fathers' amusement. As an adult, Dakota has only sharpened that into something much more fierce. There is nothing she feels she cannot do [ or conquer ], and, unfortunately, this had led her to learn harsh lessons when faced with the impossible. Dakota is ambitious, obstinate, and places the greater good over the rules.

special talents. — horsemanship. repair on small vehicles, like cars and ATVs.

who they like better. — This is an even split.

who they take after more. — Orion. She's a fighter, like her daddy.

personal headcanon. — Dakota was the second of two in the set of fraternal twins born to Jacob Hel and Orion Pax [ Optimus Prime ]. Her brother, Lucca [ commonly called "Lu" ], arrived approximately twenty minutes before her, and it has always been an affectionate point of contention between them. Dakota grew up on the ranch that Orion and Jacob purchased. She learned everything she knows about horses from her pa — and how to fight as well as defend those weaker than her from her daddy. As a little girl, she was hooked on the stories that Orion told about the worlds beyond theirs. Dakota still finds herself wandering outside as a young woman to stare up at the stars, hands in the pockets of her jeans and eyes shining brightly. Orion's role as a protector of humanity has always kept her wanting more, and she hopes to follow in his footsteps to the best of her ability. Optimus' body proper is kept in a garage on the property, which was used previously to house large, industrial farming equipment. Dakota loves looking at it, and she's often sat cross - legged on him to talk when his holoform is rescinded.

[ bonus ] theme. — Planet Texas ( Kenny Rogers ).

fc. — Liana Liberato

[happi-leigh]

break it down bee

[humanfucker]

@grlb0sses

[humanfucker]

@littlebaneswitwicky sent: Amelia is going to toss a ball of mud with tiny bit of grass in it. She may or may not have been encouraged by her elder siblings. Is she aiming for optimus maybe she is maybe she isn’t.

The mudball lands without any detriment on Optimus' pede. Its gentle smack is incredibly anticlimactic.

His helm dips to regard it, and then he comes down on one knee. Pinching his pointer digit and thumb together, he moves them in circular motions until he's formed a sphere of his own.

Blue optics land on Amelia. "Am I meant to throw one back?"

[humanfucker]

He's going to put this very nice planter with some grass near Optimus. "This is for you." There's a little sign in it that reads "PLEASE TOUCH THE GRASS." and a tiny lawmower decoration.

What is he supposed to do with this?

Just as the sign dictates, Optimus allows one of his digits to poke the grass growing in the planter. This does nothing for him-- nothing positive, nothing negative. The most absolute sum zero.

But he considers the décor, and he considers the fact Mirage must be doing this because he cares, no matter how esoteric its real meaning must be. In this vein, Optimus makes sure to position the planter somewhere it can get sunlight, and programs a routine reminder into his systems so he can water the grass whenever it requires care.

Maybe this is what gifts are on Earth. Whatever the case, he decides to cherish it.

[barricade2007]

His spark twists itself into pieces, though he needs to hlget this out. "I recall a mech sending you the anonymous tidbit on your soldiers.. I am the mech that has adopted them as my own charges. I am coming forward so you are aware, and so that you need not worry for their care. They are in good servos, Prime." He releases the breath he was holding, ducking his helm to check in on his charges.

[humanfucker]

"You speak of my Autobots as if I control every aspect of their life, Barricade."

And while Optimus won't lie about his worry, such a thing would exist even without the Decepticon's influence. If it's not one thing, it's another. If it's not the fear that his Autobots are being lied to and may eventually face betrayal, it's something else: another threat, another concern, another issue.

But they have their own lives, and sometimes these lives take them away from him. Who is he to choose their paths for them?

"I appreciate the gesture. And I appreciate your honesty. But if Mirage and Arcee are happy in this family you've cultivated for them" -- a family that, Optimus thinks bitterly, he doubts he's cut out for himself, lost as he is in the perpetual battle for his home -- "then far be it for me to claim they've made any mistakes.

"I take your communication in good faith, Barricade. I only hope you know that if any harm should come to them after they've put their trust in you..."

Optimus' voice lowers, a barely-restrained growl rumbling beneath each syllable: "There is no place in this universe where you can hide from me."

[primeguarded]

He would protect her when they wouldn't.

Optimus' words echoed through the cabin and through her mind, while her head gently rested into the crevice between the door and the seat, near the window.

"My parents thought my sensitivity would go away as I got older," she murmured, "If I have boundaries and vulnerabilities, if I have opinions other than their own, they act like they've never parented me, being monsters to their own kid."

" I can't talk to my parents about difficult problems because I'd break down," Kelsey went through the motions as if this happened all the time, "Most of the time I hide my emotions, I cry by myself in my room, parents never know about it..."

She knew how awful it sounded, how difficult it was.

"Papa Prime, you honestly are the only adult figure I've talked to about any of this. I wanna be strong but...I need to heal myself first. And I can't do that around them. That's...mostly the reason why I haven't been wanting to go home. Not that my room isn't great, it's just...home has become much different. I just want to be myself, and I can't. You coming into my life has finally given myself some breath."

The girl had given Optimus the sweet nickname Papa Prime maybe a few months of them knowing one another, becoming guardian and charge. Immediately the small human had trusted him, confided in him. Now Optimus would know exactly why. The first time she used the nickname, the other Autobots laughed, thinking it was cute. But the name meant so much more, so much more to Kelsey now than it ever did.

[humanfucker]

The concept of guardianship had never really been one Optimus entertained until Kelsey. When he was younger and more foolish, sparklings were the farthest thing from the big dreams he had for himself, and when everything with Megatron came to a head, having younglings in his care in a world of war just didn't make any sense.

He can't say he ever expected to care this much for anyone, much less a human from lightyears away. But Kelsey says Papa Prime and it makes his Spark crackle with warmth; Kelsey talks of family that failed her and it only makes Optimus want to rise and be there for her in a way nobody else has been.

Where do these instincts come from? And, perhaps in a more sobering way, is this what Sentinel felt when he'd had Orion Pax under his wing?

"Kelsey," he says, his voice a gentle baritone through the speakers in the cabin, "freedom is your right as much as it is any sentient being's.

"While you're here-- when you're with us, with me-- you're free to pursue your truth. No matter what your parents may have said, and no matter how much you need to cry as you live it, I am certain the person you become will be strong so long as you let her be herself."

The Autobot logo on the radio interface brightens some, bright blue like Optimus' optics. "These emotions you feel do not make you lesser, Kelsey. We Cybertronians were created from Primus' love and care so strong it assumed physical form, and I believe your truest self will be born, too, out of feeling love for yourself-- vulnerabilities and all.

"There is no shame in it. And I will be here to remind you of this for as long as you will have me."

[air-razor]

" Must it be either?" She settles near him with a quiet shift of her wings.

" Why is it weak to not become hardened? When loss no longer hurts, it means we've closed our spark to hope. And closed our spark to love. When we lose that... are we any more different from Scourge and his ilk?" It isn't a stab at him. Nor to the Humans or other Autobots.

They have a home to return to. A place and mechanisms they cherish.

" Maybe it is nature. Maybe you have a warm spark by design. Primus was kind. A creator who brought light. He was not a warrior... not a soldier. But he lifted himself to guard his creations." She considers Optimus. Watching him closely.

She smiles softly," You're very much like my Optimus. You worry if you are a good leader. You worry you won't keep your promise to your family. You worry you'll lose them. And you worry if you're enough. And I think, you are enough... Not because you are a Prime. But because you are Optimus, and the love you have even under your pain will guide you well."

Her tone turns wry," Even if your temper occasionally gets the beat of you."

Very much like her Primal indeed.

[humanfucker]

Quite shortly, and almost immaturely, Optimus says a flat, "I have my temper under control."

But Airazor isn't wrong. He has a particular temper-- had an even worse one when he was more excitable and far more frustrating in the millennia before he became a Prime-- but knowing that he has one and admitting it aloud are two entirely different things. And the second option makes him feel uncharacteristically young, which doesn't seem right at all after everything that's happened to him.

He hasn't been young in what seems like forever.

"I-- I only wish these feelings didn't cloud so much." A servo presses to his chassis, the tips of his digits brushing gently over warm metal all the while. "I know that we have a mission. That we must stop Unicron before he takes another galaxy. I know, too, that this is the only way to bring my people home after all the mistakes I've made, but...

"Part of me wishes I could stop, even if it were just for a day. To take a moment to feel."

Optimus' gaze lifts to the stars. He knows in numbers how far Cybertron is, but it isn't as if it would do him any good. If nothing else, the knowledge only makes him feel sicker.

"Yet I fear that feeling will stall me indefinitely. And what sort of leader would I be if I stopped moving forward?"

[air-razor]

Air Razor feels the faint prick of the familiar chill around her spark. She pushes to her pedes again. Talons clicking faintly as she settles.

" ...Tigertron. The Ambassador of a City-State that was further South than mine. He was-" Words fail her. Her servos flutter like doves caught in a wind. What to say of her beloved?

" He was... odd to me." Her voice is softer. Stepping up closer to the side of Optimus. Looking out away from him. Optics a time and a star system far away. Her lip plates curve into a smile.

" Very odd. He was constantly hovering nearby watching me. Wherever I turned, I would inevitably find his green gaze. More so if I danced..." She sighs softly.

Shaking her head as her feathers ruffle up," I finally stalked that silly fool down to ask him why he was staring. If it was because I was a Gyrofalcon then he'd find himself on the pointed end of my temper-"

Her words Peter off.

Servos touching over her chest.

" He dropped to a knee and asked if he could court me. Imagine-! A lamd bound Maximal pledged to one of the sky! It was a bit of a scandal... but terribly romantic." She titters, wistful. Stepping further ahead, swaying on one pede then the other.

Doing a slow spin, wings partially out so the tips drag along the ground. She sweeps her arm out in front of her as she does so," He danced. Not as I did, with flame and talon In arching loops and sweeps. But Sword and Claws and the fierce leaps and twists-"

She pauses, regarding the bronze color of her feathers," I was golden once. Before-"

Before Unicron. Before Scourge.

The rusted aching place on her wing throbs. She pulls her wings tighter to herself. Claws twisting as her voice drops again," He was beautiful. And we were a whirlwind. He stole my spark with his smile. And I lovingly accepted his. We worked beside each other for many years. Though he would travel away as I would for our duties... He was not with me, the day our world ended."

She is alone now.

" But that, that is a story of after. And I'm afraid. I'm afraid that's not something I can tell you today." Curling into herself. Swaying side to side on her talons slightly. Gold edged green optics dimming.

" Ah. But I've rambled-" She shifts, looking at Optimus.

" I know of loss. I know what it can do. And, thank you. For watching over my family. When yours was so hurt at the time. And for when I was no longer there to fight with them. "

[humanfucker]

Talk of romance and beauty and everything in-between instills a strange sense of memory of Elita-One. He's not seen her in nearly a decade now, not since they'd all chosen to flee, and while Optimus may not have been quite as enamoured in comparison, there was plenty that kept him from even entertaining the feeling.

His life as a scientist is so far away now he can hardly remember it, and in times of war, softer feelings like love for his own benefit are hardly the priority. Orion Pax died too soon; Optimus Prime has no time for indulgence.

But maybe it's for the best. Airazor speaks of this Tigatron with joy, but also with a bittersweet sense of loss. Having already lost brothers and sisters in the war against the Decepticons on either side, he imagines losing a conjunx endura would have only been worse.

His Spark already aches in quiet sympathy for Airazor's pain. But then again, he does care for her.

Her thanks jars him out of his reverie, his helm lifting as blue optics meet Airazor's own green. Optimus' expression softens, at least as much as it's capable of, and then he shakes his head from side to side. "'till all are one," he murmurs gently, sincerely. "We Autobots and Maximals are stronger together than apart.

"I am sorry for all you've endured, Airazor. What you had with Tigatron is a pain I cannot begin to understand, and I would not disrespect your bond by even attempting to."

He wants to reach out, to touch. And if Airazor doesn't move as his servo stretches outward, Optimus will set his palm on her wing, right where Scourge's corruption had first begun to spread. This damage means nothing in the wake of Airazor's bravery, her beauty, her honour. Neither does any of the loss she'd endured beforehand.

"Your world, your people... it all sounded beautiful as you described it. I regret not being there to see it.

"But perhaps we can make a beautiful home here, too. New memories, new families."

Optimus' tone turns wry. "I would say new dances, if you were willing to do them still, but I fear I have no talent for it."

[rahafi]

" Thank you, Sam, for saving my life."

[123mirage]

“Uh. Let’s see. I did patrol.” He starts pantomiming and gesturing animatedly as he speaks. “Went back and picked up Kris from his appointment, dropped him off at a friend’s with no incident. Spoke with Arcee, split from her. Hung out with my boy Noah. Left his place. Chilled at the garage and finally finished last Tuesday’s crossword - Cannot believe they used Defenestration-“ he shakes his head, the English language had so many silly words.

“did patrol and now I’m here reporting to you as planned. So….no. Unless you got another ‘Raj I don’t know about.” He shrugs. Oh sure he senses Prime’s distrust. But Mirage was more honest than most would give him credit for.

[humanfucker]

Since Mirage's decision to spend more time with Noah was made, Optimus has been concerned for one reason only. Considering how easily excitable he is, the fear Mirage would blow his cover and subsequently become compromised is never far-- after all, when you care about someone, you don't exactly want them being turned into spare parts for a human's SUV.

So as Mirage speaks, and Optimus realises nothing terrible has happened, his posture visibly relaxes. Thank Primus he hasn't done anything foolish.

"I see," he says shortly. And then: "Good work, Mirage." Hopefully the praise won't be held over his helm for the next decade.

"I'm sorry. This" -- he vents again, quiet and soft -- "whole attempt to be part of the human world instead of hiding away is still... new to me.

"I do not understand how you find so many things to be preoccupied with on this planet. If not for work, I am sure I would remain indoors more often than not."

[backonmybullshit91]

Kyle had been trudging through the hide out with the rest of the unit they had been sent out with. The end of the last run. It wasn’t that terrible this time around. Everyone came back with nothing more than a couple bruises. Though Connor didn’t seem as comforted by the calm as he was. Seemed to think something was coming. Kyle had learned quickly to pay attention to those instincts John had.

Kyle had been watching Optimus too. He wasn’t sure what it was that had caught his attention about the man today. But there seemed to be something off or wrong. Kyle knew that there was something different with him compared to some of the rest. Kyle had dealt with a lot being alive only during the war,

Taking off his own vest, they were calming down for a little while. Have a quick rest before having to talk to Connor. Either to have some rest or to be given their next mission. Breaks were a hard thing to come by these days.

Kyle was more observant than he was given credit for by some of the others. John had caught that on quickly. He had to learn quickly if he wanted to live this long, he had to be aware of what was going on around him. It mostly meant that he could catch when something might have been strange about someone.

“That’s true for today. Think you might have seen something different than some of us. Whatever that might have been plus everything else. Think it needed to be said.”

[humanfucker]

"I..." He turns slightly, embarrassed. "I see."

It's bewildering, the way Kyle seems to pinpoint these things about him. Optimus wants to believe he'd simply made some shot in the dark, but it isn't like they've ever spoken about anything like this before. Talk of the lives they had before joining the Resistance had never really materialised-- but then again, they've never really had time to just unwind like this.

All Optimus has known for millions and millions of years now is war. If it isn't war on Cybertron, then it's war on Earth, and in a bizarre way Kyle's words have made him hyperaware of it. So much of who he is hinges on being a leader and a soldier; frankly, he can't remember what it was like before he ascended to be a Prime any more, and he wonders if he should mourn because of it.

"You make it sound like my life's seen more tragedy than yours," Optimus murmurs. More of his gear is shed, tidied away and put into his locker, and he tries not to think of the dying planet he left behind. "But you've been fighting for as long as I have" -- relatively, of course, considering Optimus is nine million years old and some change -- "and a more interesting quality is how kind you remain despite it.

"I should be in awe of you."

[humanfucker]

@backonmybullshit91 sent: “Jesus, have you been awake the entire night?” (Hicks. Cause i suddenly want to do more with him. Can be still the Colonial marine or just a regular Solider. Plop him out of the Aliens universe and make him deal with Autobots instead.) ► from this meme.

Optimus' helm cocks a brief measure to the side. "I do not require rest as a human does, Corporal."

Even in terms of recharging, he doesn't need it nearly as much as the other Autobots do. (That, and Optimus' inherent inability to rest without feeling he ought to do anything makes it impossible for him to stay still.)

"I understand this is your first time engaging with Cybertronians" -- when Lennox had mentioned another squad joining them at N.E.S.T., Optimus hadn't been sure what to think, but he decides to afford Bravo Team's leader the same amount of respect he would give anyone else -- "but I assure you, I will not fall behind.

"We function very differently from humans, required hours of 'sleep' included. This is fine to me."

[humanfucker]

— character associations.

animal: bull. color(s): blue, red. month: march. song: made in heaven - queen. "i'm playing my role in history, looking to find my goal / taking in all this misery, but giving it all my soul / made in heaven, made in heaven / it was all meant to be." number: zero. day or night: day. plant: echeveria etna. smell: the smoke left behind after a brilliant fireworks display. season: spring. place: a cliff overlooking the city below. food: steak, rare. astrological sign: pisces. element: earth. drink: dark beer.

tagged: @123mirage // thank you! tagging: @cadeprime, @grlb0sses (mikaela), @backonmybullshit91 (kyle and chris)

[primeguarded]

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Robot dad. Instant protective robot dad warms my heart. Like...I'm so frickin happy Kels has the best father figure known to man. I have only written with you two replies and imma cry, you're great!

[lemonomelette]

Sketched Big M and Daddy Prime before getting back to work

[humanfucker]

@fromwhencehastthoucomest // from here.

"An odd way to address your senior..." A hearty chuckle erupted from the blue depths. The offending digit that performed the action retracted somewhat to help its owner right herself. Soon, green optics set themselves on blue. "Commander Optimus Prime."

Optimus can't help the slight cringe at the sound of his title, at the sound of his new name. He understands the concept of destiny, and the honour of the power thrust upon him, but it doesn't make his ascension any less bizarre.

Once upon a time, all he'd wanted was to create technology for the future. To study the world around him and improve it.

If becoming a Prime was always destined to coincide with Megatron's formation of the Decepticons, Optimus isn't sure it's worth it.

"I apologise," he mumbles stiffly. "I've been... preoccupied, lately." But the war against the Decepticons weighs heavily on his Spark, as does the expulsion of the Cube into the galaxy. After everything he, Megatron, and Sentinel accomplished...

"It is a strange name, isn't it? 'Optimus Prime'. Perhaps you speak it easily, but I haven't gotten used to hearing it."