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[resourcesofaqueen]

send 👀 + a dirty thought and/or fantasy your muse has had about mine. let's see how my muse responds.

your muse = sender, my muse = receiver.

[post-troy-stress-disorder]

to me the thing about deification is that something fundamental is lost in the process

[post-troy-stress-disorder]

people can’t be immortal. so in order to be immortal you can’t be a person anymore. you have to be distilled. stripped of everything. till you come out the other side as an abstract concept.

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“…it’s good to see you again, Optimus.”

The red and blue mech turned at the voice that was so very familiar, even with the change in frame. "Jack," his affection clear despite how little Optimus would emote on the day-to-day. "It is very good to see you as well, my friend. My absence was... unplanned. However, I believe you may have grown in my time away.

"A least a cyber-centimeter or two."

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Oh! I can recommend some of both of those! I liked, uhhh, Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney, and I've got a bunch that I've heard is good! Like, uhhh, Umineko I think is good apparently?

But I've never played that one. And, for comics, ooh, there's so many!! Are you free? I could show you the collection on my datapad.

Yeah! Basically, he gets bit by a radioactive spider, and gets spider powers. At first, he's having fun with it, but then, when he doesn't stop this bad guy, said bad guy ends up-- Anyway, the theme is "With great power comes great responsibility!" It's a solid one.

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"For you, I have all the time in the world," Optimus Prime replied with warmth. He nodded along sagely at the memorable quote. It resonated with him - perhaps too strongly. "I am glad I was at least on the right track with the spider man. He is right; There is great responsibility when one takes on a role of power. You would be wise to take the word to spark."

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Tink! Tink!

Congratulations you've been bonked by a fairy

@littlefayre

"Easy, there," the titan rumbled as two dark servos rose to create a landing pad for the remarkable little creature. "I would wager you rarely have obstacles at this height that move. My apologies."

[alpha113nredshirteradicon]

"Right, same here, lots of change. I'm glad to see some old faces though," he snickered, "Not saying your face is old, you know what I mean!" he laughed.

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"I do, I do," Optimus agreed with the hint of a smile. "There is plenty of time to adjust; 'Old habits die hard' but can be broken with patience." A beat. "You should respect your elders, all the same." Was that teasing? Was this a joke? Him?

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The decision was easy; A relief, even. He had done his best in life to be as selfless as possible, and on more than one occasion had failed spectacularly in the eyes of many. In heartbreak, guilt, grief for the path he had chosen, destruction, salvation, two world's of living things that he had towed so very carefully.

This was his most selfish act yet.

As he fell through the deafening roar and ultra-bright, there was a profound sense of calm that overtook Optimus Prime. He had been on Death's door countless times, but this was the first time he himself had knocked willingly. The Allspark swelled and burnt in his chest as he fell further and further...

All at once, there was silence.

"You're not supposed to be back yet," a familiar voice called out, all-encompassing in every sense. Fibre-deep through his core and mind.

Optimus Prime, Orion, The Thirteenth, Friend, Brother, Enemy felt himself pulled together in a gathering of puzzle pieces each fitting neatly in place - even in places and pieces he didn't recognize at first. A swirl of memories through the eyes of both himself and countless others, instantaneously living millions of lives at once: To be One, finally, with all those who came before him and those who were taken too soon. It was overwhelming, humbling, complete. But it was not to last.

He found himself suddenly a singularity again, now faced with an impossibly bright room with no beginning and no end; Naught but a small table denoting the floor and a sparse shadow under it to imply there was some sort of gravity holding everything in place. A figure sat on one side of it, inspecting a myriad of small items that were laid out before them. The mech was, unremarkable at a glance. Someone he would never pick out of a crowd as an acquaintance, but soul-shakingly familiar at the same time. To gaze upon the Creator himself was stunning; A long-lost memory of a time before time.

"Look at all this! What a wonderful place, this Earth wouldn't you say?" Primus all but chirped, picking up a figure and turning it about in space before letting it float away. "You really outdid yourself finding Unicron! Look at what he's become, I hardly recognize him; I would venture he's absolutely furious. I lost track of him so many, many eons ago-"

There was a moment of silence as the former Prime, current Prime, regained his center. The chatter and casual air of God himself caught him completely off guard. "Why am I not at rest?" he asked with a voice that was both his and completely foreign at the same time.

The spindly mech, looked up from a figurine of a tree and regarded Optimus with a kind look, "Truthfully, we weren't quite finished. I can tell you're not happy with this arrangement... Are you?"

"Unfinished? What do you want of me?" He asked, not unkindly but with irritation tempering his tone. "The Allspark is restored. You are revived; Healed. I have caused immeasurable destruction and this is my penance. I am done. Cybertron will be rebuilt by the mecha that return and do not need--"

"Yes, they do," Primus cut him off, beckoning the younger mech closer as he inspected a little humanoid figure that was among many. Pink ponytails, glasses, a mop of Auburn hair, a very short tie, a mother and son... and great significance. "Was this a friend? These Terrans, humans, correct? Fascinating. I wish I could see them too." In front of the slender bot was scattered familiar faces and figures, all no bigger than chess pieces to them both. Certain silhouettes stood out, and Primus followed his youngest's gaze as he picked up a former gladiator. "Oh, yes... The start of all this trouble."

Optimus quickly set the small figurine down and felt himself flare with anger, suddenly unable to bring himself to argue.

"You have caused quite a bit of chaos, but there is always time to right what has been wronged. Starting with Cybertron," the Creator commented with a easy smile, turning a little yellow bot in his lithe fingers. "You'll have lots of help; I said our work was unfinished, and I meant that.

"There is still so much to be done."

Optimus felt what was once his plating flare with unseen pain, lurching forward as he found his pedes under himself again only for a moment. Gravity pulled at him with force, and his sense rushed over him like a tidal wave - Or was it a real wave? Silver liquid washed over him in rough surf, a HUD display frantic with warnings about orientation and vital signs. He toppled and churned with the waves eventually coming to rest on rough ground; The shoreline. The world was dark, starlight in the distance slowly coming to view and the light of Cybertron's moons cast a eerie glow over the Mithril Sea.

His vents choked and sputtered back to life and he dragged himself from the sea, clawing at the loose pebbles of worn metal that made 'sand' and then collapsed. Exhausted, overwhelmed, alive.

There would be no rest for Optimus Prime.

Not this time. 

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Bumblebee's greeting isn't a hello. It's a tired hand-off of his daily report before he attempts to relax for the night. "Here, I'm gonna try to not do stuff now."

Optimus Prime regarded the lackluster energy and would take the offered datapad with care. Concern pulled his broad brows together before he spoke, "I will see this is filed appropriately. If you are in need of re-distribution of tasks, I could very easily put in a word to have your load lightened.

"We have the luxury of time again."

[iterumprimus]

Optimus, sir!! I hope you're doing well!! Have you read anything good recently? I've been reading a literary epic called "Spiderman!"

I have done far more reading in the past joor than what feels like a life time, my friend. Visual novels and 'comics' are new to me. What would you recommend, aside from Spiderman?

...Who is not a true spider, if I am remembering correctly, but is most certainly a man.

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Roz stares, optics whirring with focus and studying the giant form curiously. "...Oh. P-Pardon my staring. You just look...familiar." If he was, why didn't she remember anything? That wasn't like her programming... ((BRUH how did I not know you had this blog? XD))

There are many like him, but he is the only one of him that he can be. As far as he knew, anyway. "There are many tall mecha, I can understand the confusion," Optimus replied casually, putting away a datapad. "No need to apologize; You find yourself in the company of a friend, and those can be hard to come by these days."

[jjcre8]

𝙻𝙴𝚃𝚂 𝙱𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙼𝚄𝙽𝙸𝚃𝚈 𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚁𝙿𝙲.

i know it can be scary , i know that you might feel like you're being too much , but i promise you it means the world when other mun's engage in your content. when you like a post , leave a comment saying something they produced was really cool , that could be the difference between a really bad day and a really good day. life is crazy for a lot of us right now , and i think it's time we remember that this is a community , and we should act like it. so when you see something you like , i'm challenging you to like it! leave a kind comment , ask questions about the content. i see so many muns out there putting so much heart into the muses they write , and it really is an inspiration to see it so lets keep it up! lets lift one another up in this time that is pretty dark for a lot of us.

𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚁𝙿𝙲 𝙸𝚂 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚆𝙴 𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝙸𝚃. 𝙻𝙴𝚃𝚂 𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝙸𝚃 𝙰 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙼𝚄𝙽𝙸𝚃𝚈.

[iterumprimus]

Offers a wave and a hello. Nice to see a TFP Prime about that's open to OCs. This is my main blog, mostly personal but with a hint of roleplay. My side blogs (noted in a pin) are where I roleplay on a regular basis. If you wish to check them out feel free to do so. Otherwise, I hope you have much success and find great mutuals to interact with for your muse.

//This is really sweet, thank you! Yes, I'm open to anyone and will do my damnest to answer/respond as I can. IRL life holds be back from playing often, but I hope the same fun experiences for you!! 'u'

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In the distance, the Prime will hear the scampering of smaller pedes coming at him at high speed.

"Hey, hi! Are you Optimus? I'm Orion Pax! Are you a miner? Or are you a knight? An archivist!? I've met Optimus's that were all of those! I'm a miner though myself! It's nice to meet you!"

This was not uncommon given his general size, but the bombardment of questions, exclamations and all coming from someone who looked distinctly familiar was a pleasant surprise.

He regarded the smaller mech with fondness: "Yes. No. Not formally. And finally: Yes. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Orion Pax," Optimus Prime replied. "A miner you say? That is a dangerous job for certain."

[iterumprimus]

Greetings, Optimus!

And Good Evening to you, Allen. It has been far too long, my friend.

[alpha113nredshirteradicon]

"So long!! Heck, here I was thinking you'd grow a beard like Alpha Trion!" he laughed, jokingly.

"Welcome back!"

[iterumprimus]

"A beard...? No, not quite yet, I'm afraid. Thank you all the same for the warm welcome back. Things have changed quite a bit."

He considered it a moment; Never had he questioned how his mentor had acquired his signature look. As a youngling, he assumed the elder had been sparked with it? Come to think of it, Optimus rather fancied the idea...

Something to look into at a later date.

[iterumprimus]

Greetings, Optimus!

And Good Evening to you, Allen. It has been far too long, my friend.

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