Freedom For All

Indie IDW Optimus Prime rp/ask blog

[doctorscottie]

Reblog if you've ever felt like a boring rp partner.

[puniendi-et-serviendi]

rollout-and-survive​:

Optimus pinches the bridge of his nose, trying to stave off the migraine he can already feel coming on. There are just things Mecha believe in that he doesn’t quite understand. Like the supposed abilities of the Matrix.

“First, I was never able to speak to Primus, I cannot stress that enough. Perhaps you have me confused with Sentinel or Zeta, though they only believed they could. Not that they ever did.” Honestly he really thinks that if any Prime had ever heard Primus speak to them it was more than likely Rodimus. Not that he’ll ever admit that.

“Second, if you wish to sit here and compare our two armies I would be more than glad to do so. Though I think you’ll come out of the conversation realizing that we Autobots still have the moral high ground even if we can’t be considered good.”

There’s silence from Barricade’s end, absolute. Dead. Silence. And then he’s laughing–the sound loud, hearty and it shakes his entire frame as he does so with a glint in those devious optics of his.

“Pits, you’re sure easy to wind up. For a leader at the forefront of some supposed revolution, you really let words get to you from some meager soldier who isn’t even on your team.” Barricade chuckles, finally sitting back and sipping at his paltry fuel. It wasn’t enough to keep him going, under his armor his frame was far too small, but no one could tell.

“Whether you have the high ground or not, I made my choice a LONG time ago and it’s far too late for me to change my ways.”

[rollout-and-survive]

For a long time the Prime sits there gobsmacked, mouth hanging open in disbelief as his cheeks flush a dark blue from embarrassment. It's been a long time since someone other than Megatron has purposefully goaded him into enragement and then laughed in his face about it.

Honestly if he weren't so horrified by his behavior he'd be impressed.

He clears his throat, servo bringing up his own cube for a sip to hide his face, optics looking anywhere but at Barricade.

"Ye...yes well...Megatron was the revolutionary, actually I just followed along. And the opinions of all soldiers matter to me, especially the opinions of those not under my command." There's no Optimus or Megatron without their armies after all. Barricade had also hit a nerve. But he'll keep that to himself.

"There's always time to change for the better." He's calming down now, at least he can look at the other again without feeling ashamed of himself.

[puniendi-et-serviendi]

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Oh. So it’s gonna be like that is it? Optimus shouldn’t be surprised, honestly. He tries to remain calm, collected, the stoic and kind Prime he’s supposed to be. But there’s something about this mech that just…makes him break just a bit.

He finds himself glowering down at the other, sneering distastefully. “Goody two pedes.” A little chuckle leaves him. “Ah yes I’m such a goody two pedes simply because I have morals. Of course a Deception like you would think that way.” It’s impossible to keep the condescension out of his voice.

“Being a good person doesn’t make me some stuck up snob, ya know.”

Oh yes, it was going to be like that. Because Barricade had nothing better to do than antagonize a Prime that didn’t even remember what he’s fighting for..  while the Con wallowed in the fact that his morals he’d once followed had been fed lies from a warlord and a tyrant.

He no longer had the ability to regret his choices, Shockwave had done a number on him and leaving wasn’t an option.. but he could pick fights, hope that one day someone managed to offline him, right?

“Mm, but who really knows the proper definition of ‘Good’ anymore, Prime? Because I doubt you’re still hearing the voice of a dead God,  and your side has made just as many mistakes as mine.”

[rollout-and-survive]

Optimus pinches the bridge of his nose, trying to stave off the migraine he can already feel coming on. There are just things Mecha believe in that he doesn't quite understand. Like the supposed abilities of the Matrix.

"First, I was never able to speak to Primus, I cannot stress that enough. Perhaps you have me confused with Sentinel or Zeta, though they only believed they could. Not that they ever did." Honestly he really thinks that if any Prime had ever heard Primus speak to them it was more than likely Rodimus. Not that he'll ever admit that.

"Second, if you wish to sit here and compare our two armies I would be more than glad to do so. Though I think you'll come out of the conversation realizing that we Autobots still have the moral high ground even if we can't be considered good."

[puniendi-et-serviendi]

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Oh well this is quite startling. It’s been a long, long time since Optimus has had anyone snarling at him like this. So long in fact that rather than return in kind or duck into a defensive position the Prime merely grins well naturedly in return. 

“My apologies if I’ve…upset or startled you. I merely saw you over here by yourself and thought you could use the company.”

“Mm, don’t you think if I wanted company, I’d HAVE company?” Barricade grouses, arms crossing over his chest.

“Besides. Why would I want the company of some goody little two pedes Autobot like you, Prime?”

[rollout-and-survive]

Oh. So it's gonna be like that is it? Optimus shouldn't be surprised, honestly. He tries to remain calm, collected, the stoic and kind Prime he's supposed to be. But there's something about this mech that just...makes him break just a bit.

He finds himself glowering down at the other, sneering distastefully. "Goody two pedes." A little chuckle leaves him. "Ah yes I'm such a goody two pedes simply because I have morals. Of course a Deception like you would think that way." It's impossible to keep the condescension out of his voice.

"Being a good person doesn't make me some stuck up snob, ya know."

[et-ignis-ira]

@rollout-and-survive started following you! 

::What do you want, Optimus?:: 

[rollout-and-survive]

Alright well...he probably shouldn’t be surprised that Starscream of all mechs is rude. 

::I’d been told that you’d had yourself cooped up for a couple of days and thought that perhaps I could interest you in some high grade or something expensive and overly ostentatious in order to drag you outside for just a little while.:: Telling the truth is likely to not get the desired reaction out of Starscream. It is, however, likely to fair better for him health wise. So...he’s going with the truth.

[rollout-and-survive]

💋

(he's drunk)

Optimus can't really tell what it is Grimlock is saying to him. He can see his lips moving, see the way the frown at him, how those optics glare disapprovingly. Not that that's anything new. The big mech near always glares at him. It's kind of their thing, glaring at one another.

He can feel an argument coming on. If Grimlock's scowl and the way his fists clench. Just the thought pulls a long tired sigh out of the Prime. Primus he's tired of this never ending cycle.

That's the excuse he'll use later anyways. When the engex has worn off and his processors can fully grasp what he's done. Until then he plans to enjoy himself.

He doesn't hesitate as he rises up, servos gripping Grimlock's cheeks as their lips crash together in a hungry kiss. It's clumsy sloppy even with their denta clacking together painfully. That just makes him want more.

[hellfire-saurian]

"You forget, I took a vow. I don't plan on going back on it. Only once have I ever loved, and you know exactly what happened to them. Never again." He growled, "You ain't getting the same fate. Besides, I'm just a soldier. A brute. You shouldn't feel attraction to a monster like me."

Grimlock was writhing with anger already, all these conflicting feelings only made it worse, so, he pushed himself toward the exit. "All I'm good for is killing. You wouldn't want me if you knew what's good for you." And with that, he left the building, rage kept tucked beneath his armor.

So many years had passed since that tragic event, since he lost his Conjux, Skar, but the pain was still fresh. It was still constant. An ache in his spark that never left. A constant reminder of what he did. Grimlock hated the idea of loving again. Hated the idea of attachment. All he was to himself was a beastial monster with a murderous intention, just barely kept on track by the symbol on his chest. He'd lost count of how many times he almost ripped the damn thing off and walked away. He'd lost count of the multiple attempts to offline himself. Love just wasn't something he wanted.

[rollout-and-survive]

Primus his helm hurts. What in the world is Grimlock going on about? Love? When had Optimus ever asked him to love him? That’s just absurd. He’s the fragging Prime!! Any Conjux he were to ever have would be in incredible danger constantly. He would never put anyone he cared about into that position. Besides he and Grimlock have always seemingly loathed one another if not out right hated. 

A servo comes up to rub at his helm as he groans softly in dispair. Between Grimlock’s ramblings about what a terrible catch he is and the his own laments about the state of his life he’s begun to sober up. Meaning that ever so slowly he;s succubing to a very, very terrible hangover.

Still he can’t leave things with Grimlock like this. Him thinking he’s some sort of monster incapable of love, or thinking that Optimus wants him to love him. Their relationship is already rocky enough as it is. So despite the way the room sways and the pounding in his helm he stands up and begins to race after the seething dino.

“You fragging idiot you can’t just run away mid conversation like that!!”

[hellfire-saurian]

Grimlock continued on his path, ducking down an alley for a quick exit out of the populated area. Regardless of Optimus following, he continued to walk away, heading towards battered and uninhabited areas where corpses of ruined buildings still stood. It was a restricted zone, inaccessible by anyone, but by the looks, he knew how to get into it.

"Shut up." He grunted, "You'll get us caught. At least wait until we're secure before you start biting my head off." The Dinobot surveyed the deserted streets before crossing, keeping an eye out for security drones and still active land mines from the war, the area was highly dangerous.

Sure, they had a lot to talk about, but now wasn't the time. He grabbed Optimus' wrist and pulled him across the road just before a drone swept by, barely missing them. He used a servo to cover the drunken mech's mouth so he didn't make any noise and alert the drone. One drunk mech was bad enough, having two? Well, chances of not getting caught were near impossible.

Keeping quiet, Grimlock pulled the Prime over to a collapsed building where the first two floors were still mostly intact. He took him down to an underground level and sighed, finally safe. Down there, they couldn't be detected and you'd need a keen audial to hear anything from inside. So Optimus could yell all he'd like. Grim pulled out his sword and lit it ablaze, using it to find his way to a makeshift firepit and braziers, giving a dim light to the hide. There wasn't much apart from piles of rubble that looked like some sort of sleeping mound, a cube and a half of energon and a few spare weapons.

Was this... Did he live here?

[rollout-and-survive]

To be quite honest Optimus isn’t really paying that much attention to the area around them. A bit of a blessing really considering his state of mind currently. Were he more aware he’d only start to scold Grimlock louder and with more vigor. Mainly to cover up how sketched out the place would make him feel. As it stands he just barely manages to hold in a yelp of protest as a strong servo is slapped over his mouth. 

Get them in trouble? What in Primus’ name is this big idiot going on about? Optimus is basically a defacto leader of the whole planet. Even if he weren’t with his status as Prime no one would think twice about questioning why he’s out here. They might be a bit curious about his choice in companion but then again when hadn’t someone had an opinion on such things in his life? 

Yet still despite how riled up the action gets him The Prime keeps quiet as he’s basically man handled this way and that until he finds himself descending into some dank dark hole in the ground. He’d begun to stop and ask Grimlock why he’d brought them there when the behemoth pulls out his sword. It startles the Prime near half to death, his own axes transforming out as his battle mask snaps closed, body poised ready to take any attack that might come his way.

Try as he might he’s not sure he’ll ever not feel paranoid that Grimlock isn’t going to jump on him and try to rip out his spark on of these days. 

But Grimlock doesn’t attack him. No instead he...lights up that...room? Confused the Prime drops his guard, protections transforming back as he gazes around, inspecting the room intently. A makeshift sleeping pile, much like something a wild animal would sleep upon, emptied cubes of energon, some not quite empty but not quite full....it takes him a few moments but eventually realization dawns upon the Prime. 

The sound starts with his engine, stalling in shock as his optics snap up to meet Grimlock’s with urgency. “You....are you living here?” 

[puniendi-et-serviendi]

@rollout-and-survive​

Barricade is definitely wary as he stares the Prime down, his wheel wings high and his fangs bared.

“What do you want?”

[rollout-and-survive]

Oh well this is quite startling. It’s been a long, long time since Optimus has had anyone snarling at him like this. So long in fact that rather than return in kind or duck into a defensive position the Prime merely grins well naturedly in return. 

“My apologies if I’ve...upset or startled you. I merely saw you over here by yourself and thought you could use the company.”

[rollout-and-survive]

Hello can a small chubby hooman get a nice head pat?

"This so quite the late reply, and I apologize for it profusely, but of course you can." The old Prime does his best to caress the top of the Human's head without hurting them. Quite the feat given their size difference.

[dear-fellow-travelers]

"yess.. mmm affection..!~" I him blissfully with a pleased look as if a fox or a cat were to smile and close their eyes. All the while resting their tiny muzzle in their owner or friends hand.

"mm yess .. now you have signed up for friend ship with me. It may be unorthodox but you have no say in the matter. Ah yess. A disabled human with maybe too many voices at once. That should be concerning but it isn't. I keep it all to myself. Friend."

[rollout-and-survive]

"That...I...should I be concerned for you?" What was this little one muttering about now? Multiple voices? The Prime's face creases with concern as he lifts his servo up to gaze down at the human.

"I'm delighted to call you friend, little one."

[rollout-and-survive]

"HEY KID-" Kup even though smaller then the Prime is going to attempt—

Yeah kup just crashes into the Prime cackling, "Payback from the wake up call—"

Kup might be smaller than the Prime but he's still quite dense and powerful. Mix that in with that fact that the Prime wasn't aware of the living bowling ball barreling toward him and you've got a perfect chance for disaster. Optimus let's out a sound of surprised as he's very nearly knocked onto his aft. His servos come down to steady the two of them as he tries to gain his bearings.

"Primus warn a mech next time!!" He's all smiles though.

[rollout-and-survive]

Hello can a small chubby hooman get a nice head pat?

"This so quite the late reply, and I apologize for it profusely, but of course you can." The old Prime does his best to caress the top of the Human's head without hurting them. Quite the feat given their size difference.

[rollout-and-survive]

💋

Optimus knows he needs to do this quick if he wants to avoid any sort of bodily harm. Who knows how Megatron will react to this.

He waits until the warlord is looking away from him, distracted by something off in the distance and then he pounces. Literally. He pushes the big mech to the ground as his arms wrap tightly around his neck. Then he’s pushing their lips together in a kiss that can only be described as mediocre. But what can he say it’s the best he can do considering the situation.

[theslagmaker]

rollout-and-survive​:

Keep reading

[rollout-and-survive]

The trucks engine gives a rev as he grinds down against Megatron's leg. His servos grip strong shoulders tightly as he sits back so as to stare down. With a smirk he lets down at the warlord. "Make me~" As much as he wants him Optimus isn't going to pass up a chance tease him.

He shudders as the click of Megatron's panels registers. He's seen him before, long ago before the war when he was someone else, but Megatron has changed so much. He's excited to see what changes he's made.

"Heh. I wasn't aware that our great Lord has such little control over himself~" He teases but it's all he can do to keep his own panels shut. Especially when that sinful mouth begins to tease him.

[kups-war-stories-deactivated202]

"Kkkkkkuuuupppp!!" The Prime whines flopping down across the old mech's lap dramatically. "I'm so tired but Prowl refuses to let me recharge until all the paperwork is done!!"

Kup is...rather heavily asleep in his recliner. The retired old mech jerks awake when Optimus flops onto his frame causing the oldtimer to make out a loud noise in response.

He hissed rubbing at his faceplate muttering softly, "then do the work...." His jaw drops and Kup let's out a long yawn,

[rollout-and-survive]

"Aren't you supposed to be on my side?" He's just going to slide out of Kup's lap and onto the ground. His helm stays in the old mech's lap though, allowing him to pout up at him.

"Will you nap with me?" More like hide him away from Prowl.

[rollout-and-survive]

💋

Optimus knows he needs to do this quick if he wants to avoid any sort of bodily harm. Who knows how Megatron will react to this.

He waits until the warlord is looking away from him, distracted by something off in the distance and then he pounces. Literally. He pushes the big mech to the ground as his arms wrap tightly around his neck. Then he’s pushing their lips together in a kiss that can only be described as mediocre. But what can he say it’s the best he can do considering the situation.

[theslagmaker]

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Relief washes over Optimus as his former nemesis reacts positively to his advances. He’d hoped for this. That Megatron would still feel something for him despite the eons of conflict. His EM field encircles the two of them with the Prime’s overwhelming joy and love for the mech pressed against him.

It’s exceedingly lucky that they’d ran into one another like this. He had feared he was all alone on this strange replica of Cybertron. He wrenches himself away from the kiss with a soft whine, scooting back so he’s straddling the warlord.

“Hah…perhaps we should take this somewhere more private?” Then he’s diving back in for another kiss.

He could feel the waves of emotion from Optimus, how lucky his alternate must me, assuming he hadn’t spurred the prime’s advances. He didn’t dare to believe that this was his Optimus, somehow tossed through the Multiverse as he was. Optimus Prime had been a nemesis and romantic interest he had never actually perused. Well that wasn’t true. He had, but his attempts hadn’t been well received was a better way to put it. Decepticon Courtship with a rival warlord involved shows of strength and conquest, Optimus hadn’t taken kindly to that at all.

Still, he rested his servos on the prime’s hips as Optimus broke the kiss and straddled him. “Optimus…” He purred his engines purring as his spark gave a flutter before receiving another kiss from the truck. “Mmmm… Optimus, I’m not of this Universe, I’m not your Megatron.” He told him even as he went in for another kiss. “Ahh… But I am no less willing…!” He gasped drawing in air through his vents as he rolled the Autobot leader onto his back before standing and lifting the red, white and blue truck in his arms.

[rollout-and-survive]

Confusion muddled with arousal flutters through Prime's EM. Megatron's words make no sense. How can he not be himself? He looks like himself, albeit with a few modifications but that isn't unusual for his rival, he should like him, feels like him. Optimus would have poked fun at him, maybe playfully accused him of doing illicit substances or growing old. But then the warlord is rolling them over and a new wave of arousal washes over the Prime stronger than before.

How many times had he dreamed of this? Fantasized about the warlord pressing him down into the dirt to have his way. It makes his plating burn as any other thoughts are forgotten immediately. All he can focus on is the mech lifting him into his arms.

"Shut up and make love to me." He demands, lips descending upon an exposed neck cable.

[rollout-and-survive]

“…Ah Optimus, good evening Sir, are things all well..?”

With a happy rumble the Prime is scooping the little scout up into his arms. Cradling him against his chest he rests his helm against Bumblebee's and sighs.

"They are now."

[abuzzingofbumblebees-deactivate]

The affection is taken instantly with a little buzzing hum. Bumblebee allows himself to be picked up into the Primes arms, letting out a heartful chuckle. “..Ah well thats good..I figured I’d ask anyways..just incase.”

[rollout-and-survive]

Oh how this little mech makes his spark flutter so. It's always enjoyable having Bumblebee in his arms or pressed against his plating. It pulls a little happy sigh from the Prime.

"How are you doing, my friend? Need be to knock some sense into anyone?"

[red-in-revolt]

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There’s familiarity in this mech’s voice. The kind that only someone whose known you for a long time can have. As if they’re old friends or something. It has the Prime narrowing his optics in suspicion though he says nothing.

Not the he could have said anything even if he’d wanted to. Fore when the mech begins to laugh it sends the Matrix into a frenzy. It hums and pulses bombarding the Prime with excess of energy. As if it’s saying “This mech is ours, he belongs to us.” Much in the same way it does whenever Rodimus is near.

Subconsciously he begins to rub at his chest in hopes of calming the artifact. Consciously he hopes the mech can’t notice how frantic it is.

He has to take a few moments to gather himself. The first rush of energy had left his helm spinning and made speech difficult. But eventually he manages.

“Well we’re glad to have you. Would you like a tour? I’m free at the moment and I’d enjoy the company.”

Redstrike eyed Optimus rubbing at his chest sympathetically. Even from where he stood he could feel the pull of the Matrix. Regardless of what dimension he was from, what universe had created him, it seemed as if the matrixes he had encountered knew him for what he was. He was a Prime, not theirs, but one all the same. More than that the Mask called for the Matrix like a lost sparkling for it’s creator. The Matrix of Leadership led after all. It was the center and the Mask yearned for that closeness. 

Redstrike found himself shifting closer without thinking, a shiver running through his frame as instinct and power warred in his systems. He reached up to rub and cover the third optic on his helm. ‘Bow. Bend your knee. Bare your neck and give your submission.’ The Mask demanded, but Redstrike had long ago mastered this instinct. He vented deeply and calmed himself. 

Still he gave a little, he offered his neck as he tilted his head and glanced up at the other mech. “I would like that. Thank you.” he stated. Almost as an after thought he extended his hand. “My name is Redstrike. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He stated politely, fighting the urge to bow. 

[rollout-and-survive]

The Matrix seemed to...well the sensation is a lot like being pulled around. Like someone is pulling at his spark for him to come closer to the strange mech. Almost magnetic. It causes his frame to give a great shudder, rattling it's plating and pulling a startled whine from the Prime. What in Primus' name is going on? Why is the Matrix reacting so to this mech?

Judging from the looks of him the other mech doesn't seem to be faring any better. Which is simultaneously comforting and concerning. How can he be reacting to the Matrix? He'd have to be a Prime in order for that to happen and he knows for a fact the only living Primes are he and Rodimus.

Still he tries for a bit of normalcy clearing his throat and shaking his frame to pull himself together. "I'm sorry for not asking your name. How impolite of me." He holds out a servo to receive a handshake but immediately regrets it. It reveals just how much his frame is shaking.

"It um...it's a pleasure to meet you as well, Redstrike."

[omicrontheicequeen]

@rollout-and-survive has found the Predacon!

Don't mind her, she's being a playground to a mix of humans while she loafs. Yay! Sparklings-!

Ice Queen blinks at the Autobot. "Uuuhh...."

[rollout-and-survive]

"Well you don't see this every day." He muses as he comes up to stand beside the loaf, careful not to step on the delicate beings milling about. Their squeals of excitement and happiness bring a smile to his own face and he can't resist sitting down himself.

"Do you mind if I join you in being a living jungle gym?"

[rollout-and-survive]

👄

Well this was certain an pleasant unexpected surprise. When he’d entered the lab he’d fully expected to be bored to tears due to some in depth explanation. He’d never expected Quark of all mech’s to grab ahold of his collar ridge an mash their lips together. Denta nip at his lips and a glossa tangles with his pulling a pleased rumble from the Prime.

Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth Optimus wastes no time. One servo rests on the scientists back to pull him closer as the other tips his helm up allowing the Prime to deepen their now heated liplock.

[scientificmicroscope]

It was just a dare. Sure the staff and himself was enjoying little dares here and there but this one might have been a bit unprofessional.

Kiss the first thing that comes through the main doors.

Given the time that day Quark was hoping it was the delivery unit or a message mech, so it would be quick and not turn into a big deal…

It became a big deal.

It only took one beep of the door sensors to tell him that someone was here. Walking up to the area he saw who it was… It was the last mech he would think to ever walk in here…Maybe a con or the senate but still It was a Prime of all mechs! And Without another thought Quark quickly ran up to the mech that entered. He really didn’t realize how long the kiss he gave the mech was…But the fact a servo was pulling him in closer. It was time to stop.

He had to place his servos’s on the bigger mech’s chest plating to push back a bit to separate now. His plating heated up as he looked up. Knowing that what he had committed was going to get him trouble.

“Welcome to The Science Labs of Rodion! How may we help you?” He said with a smile as if the kiss was not a big deal.

[rollout-and-survive]

The Prime lets out a little whine of disappointment as the scientist pulls away. It's so very rare for him to receive affection he wanted to savor it for just a bit longer. But alas he lets the little mech go.

It amuses him how nervous the other seems to be. It's clear that while he knows he's a Prime he must not know what Optimus' temperament is. He'd been flattered by the kiss not upset and he wants to make it known.

"Very welcome indeed." He rumbles softly giving the mech a teasing wink as he moves past him "I'd come to see what you all were up to. Address any complaints you might have or not down any requests for supplies." Or perhaps provide a but of...entertainment if asked.