rose-colored-optics

"You were created to do magical things!" ❀RP/Ask/Drawing/multiship blog for SG Overlord, mun is 27 penned by Scuttles! Side blog to biggest-ultra-mags❀ Pfp is by Cuppajj on tumblr!

[nikswonderland]

adventuring through forest spots

[cuppajj]

16 days late

[rosecoloredoptics]

It’s craft day!

But…Things weren’t going really to plan.

Overlord had been trying to glue together clay art pieces he’d made, but they were dry, and rather brittle, and in seconds the clay masterpiece he’d been working on became nothing but dust in mere seconds after he’d pressed them together.

“….Oh..”

[biggest-ultra-mags]

I’ll be a little spotty on my accounts for the next few days! This bot is getting married on Saturday so this is wedding prep week!! I’m nervous and excited, hopefully the day goes well!))

[tempestas-armiger]

~One Bot Apocalypse~

IDW based Thunderwing

Multiship

Semi selective

OC/cross fandom friendly

Will be adding rules and relationships in the future

[rosecoloredoptics]

"Oh my stars!" Hosin exclaims excitedly, looking the towering mech up and down. "What a lovely shade of pink! I saw a nebula once in my travels that was the same color and just as fetching!" He blinked, thinking a moment with a honied smile. "You seem different from the others of your kind I have met so far." He pointed out with a friendly tone.

Oh! There was someone talking to him!

A little organic looking being had shown up right near his pedes, so soft and pastel blue looking, ohhh what a darling! The phase sizer made sure to keep careful steps back from Hosin, kneeling down to get a better look at the pretty colored creature.

“My, you are absolutely adorable sweetpark! I appreciate the compliment, however, I think you have a much more beautiful color! Where are you from little friend?”

The little creature was so pudgy and cute, Overlord had to resist trying to scoop him up to bring him in to his faceplates to nuzzle at him.

[staticsqueaks]

Hosin brought his fingers to his cheeks, squeezing them with glee at the wonderful compliment called down to him. "Thank you! I chose this color for myself so I am glad that you like it! My name is Hosin, I am Emperor of the planet Suppaliax and a researcher." He waved a finger matter-of-factly. "My travels take me many places, and as of late they seem to keep leading me to you Cybert-....Cy- hm." Hosin stuck out his tongue and thought a moment, reaching into his satchel to dig through his notes. "Cybertronians. There we are!" He corrected himself. "I will say, 'sweetspark' is a new one on me. I will have to write that down in my notes for safekeeping. Now, who might you be?"

[rosecoloredoptics]

Ohhhhh he was absolutely adorable! It was hard to stay on focus with such a cute sentient creature walking about! Overlord couldn’t help it, a servo snaked it’s way down and very tenderly stroked across the little fella’s head.

“My name is Overlord, and you’d be matter-o-fact. I am all, one hundred percent Cybertronian.”

He had to resist another light pat, didn’t want to accidentally press too hard!

“I apologize though, I’ve never seen a create quite like you. You seem so…Shiny and smooth, very beautiful in fact. What is a Suppaliax..?”

[staticsqueaks]

Hosin craned up into the pats, relishing them like sugar. Man, was everyone around here just into being affectionate? Not that he was complaining! "Well now, Suppaliax is my planet, my dear! Full of colorful latex based life." He explained simply, reaching up and patting that gentle servo back with careful hands. "Anyway, I like your name! It is full of raw power for someone so sweet!"

[rosecoloredoptics]

Overlord listened intently. He’d recalled the word rubber and latex from his previous ventures on Earth at one time, and even though the word still seemed strange to him, there was a ringing familiarity to it that rang through his audials. He gave the little sentient a smile, finally drawing his servo back as to not continue disturbing his new little friend.

“You have your own planet too? How unique! Suppaliax…It slides right off the glossa, doesn’t it?”

He repeated it a final time and chuckled, a curiosity striking in his optics.

“Rubber you say? My…I believe there are creatures on Earth similar to you!…Although not sentient, I wish I could remember the name..”

Soft, squishy, fragile, he remembered that much. They were to be handled with extreme delicatessen, which in retrospect maybe Overlord shouldn’t have been pawing all over his new friend with his servos just in case.

“You aren’t as fragile, are you? I always try to be as careful as I can but I am rather big..”

Overlord replied softly, feeling swelling of worry lodge up in his intake.

[staticsqueaks]

Hosin nodded through the praise, enjoying the loving pats until they retreated, leaving him pleasantly confused. "Fragile...?" He pondered the word, forgetting the language a moment before lighting up with understanding. "Someone else asked me that recently! No, no I am not like the balloons of Earth, my love! There is no way you can hurt me!" He cheered expectantly, silently hoping for more affection. "You are such a sweetheart- I mean a sweetspark, for the concern, but I promise nothing will happen to me or to you!" He reassured again, blinking when he remembered something. "Mm! I have heard through the grapevine that you enjoy origami, a wonderful paper folding technique! I do something similar by twisting and folding balloon animals into shape, but I have never tried it with paper." He paused, bringing his fingers together as he thought. "Would you show me how to make some things?"

[rosecoloredoptics]

Oh goodness what a relief!

He’d had experiences with balloons on earth with his holomatter avatar. He used to love going to little carnivals and collecting toys and going on rides, it was nice being small every once in a while. But he’d snagged balloons in the past as well, but they were so incredible fragile. Soft and fun to hold and feel, but one wrong move and they’d be gone. It was sad every time, but Hosin was special, he was here to stay! Overlord had kept up the soft petting, engines purring in delight at the way the creature leaned into his big touch.

“Goodness I’m glad. Earthen balloons have a nice texture but they’re incredibly fragile. And the last thing I’d ever want to do was accidentally hurt you, little friend.”

He’d never forgive himself. But that wouldn’t be a worry now. He finally freed Hosin from his scritches and gave him a happy little smile, offering the emperor a spot inside his habsuite. It was exciting having a partner to do crafts with! Perhaps they could trade skills, even!

“I have a wondrous idea. Perhaps if I show you how I make my origami, you could show me how you make balloon animals? They look absolutely adorable, and my servos might be too big, but if I can learn how you do it, maybe I can find a way to make my own!”

[rosecoloredoptics]

Rodimus is going to plonk his face on Rosebud. He's got a simfur plush in a strangle hold. He holds it up.

It's ribbon collar is a bit mangled. Hus voice muffled," Can you help me make a proper collar...?"

Overlord had flinched a tad in surprise at the soft plonk of something against his hip plates. Turning around, he noticed Rodimus resting himself against him, a plush in hand. The massive triple changer knelt himself down and reached out, taking a very gentle hold of the little thing in his servos with a soft smile splaying his face.

“Of course dear! We can work on it together. Is there a certain color you’d like for your little friend? And oh! What is this friendly little creature’s name? Do you call it anything?”

[flameofprimus]

Rodimus had been hugging the poor thing quite tightly hadn’t he? “ If its not a problem yea. That’d be nice Rosebud.” Rodimus lets the grip settle around his own. Spoiler relaxing a bit to be touched and talked to. His lips quirking up a bit,” I bet all the plushies think you’re the best doc. Cute and sweet, you make them feel safe!” Playing along a bit before Rosebud hits him gently so to speak. Helm ducking, free servo clenching into a tight fist before it relaxes. Shaking his helm,“ Its nothing. It...happens sometimes.” He’s fueled, he recharged, he did the stuff he’s supposed to... but he feels hollow. “ I thought Empress was good. I, always wanted one of the Simfurs. Even one of the Lesser Simfurs would have been okay, the ones that aren’t really purebred. A loyal buddy to watch over me. And I’d watch over them.” Optics on the cream and gold toy with Topaz eyes in pink digits.

[rosecoloredoptics]

Rodimus comment had the triple changer chuckling. Rodimus was sweet, he liked that spunky energy he always seemed to have, even when he wasn’t feeling his best.

“Well, I’m not the best doctor, of course. But I love all plush creatures deeply, and I’ll take good care of your little friend, that I can promise on.”

Empress, such a sweet name… He’d do whatever he could to fix her up and make her good as new! But as the bigger mech walked back towards his crafting station, he’d noticed Rodimus kind of lagging behind, and he’d stopped, blue optics gazing down at his friend and his co captain.

“Is something the matter Rodimus? You seem rather down today.”

Now he was squatting down to be more at his level, placing his free servo on the other’s shoulder plating.

“If you need to talk, just know I’m here for you.”

[aprimesrpcorner]

"Optimus? Oh no you poor thing!" Something is wrong, he can feel it.

Overlord had his fateful run in with the slumbering mech during his trip back to Earth. It had been a long while since he'd last visited, so it came as a surprise to the triple changer that a prime himself was strewn about on the ground, seemingly offline, as if he was recharging. The massive point one percenter reached the prime, kneeling down and cupping the mech's cheek guard, using his free servo to try and awaken him with a few shakes.

""Optimus? What's going on?" @rosecoloredoptics

The red mech clearly was a bit of a mess so it seemed, struggling in his sleep, struggling to just to try to get away from this horrible nightmare.

In a way he could tell indeed it was his nightmares again, and he could tell that he was just stuck in recharge, and was stuck in his recharge. He over exerted himself clearly, and now he was paying the price for it. Slight orange tears did escape his optics as he struggled on the ground, clearly trying to get away from something.

“Nonono…please…” Optimus whined a bit as his frame shook, at first unaware of the mech in front of him, trying to console him and wake him up. It seemed his actions of staying up came to bite him with a vengeance. And now he was a victim in a way, vulnerable and anyone that had wrong intentions had their opportunity if they wanted to take it. The prime was weak right now.

However, thankfully Overlord wasn’t one of these bots, and with the servo of the other, and the soft shaking, he slowly was starting to come to, recognizing the voice of a friend. “Hnn…O-Overlord…?” His voice was groggy, and had a tremble to it…

[rosecoloredoptics]

Concern laced itself around Overlord’s spark.

It wasn’t often you’d just find a mech laying outside on the ground in a fit of a nightmare, and even less common for it to be one of the primes. But Overlord was careful, gently shaking the big mech until the other seemed to come to little by little, vents finally unhitching and letting out a relieved sigh.

“Oh thank Primus you’re okay! I was afraid you wouldn’t wake up.”

He replied, half of Optimus’s body was now resting in the other’s lap, cradling his head to keep it up.

“You’re okay now though Optimus. Poor sweetspark…I can take you back to my little hideaway and maybe you could recharge there better..?”

[aprimesrpcorner]

The large Cybertronian clearly needed the help, even if he was to stubborn to admit that he did. But it wasn't and with their situation it could be considered quite dangerous that was for sure. And the nightmare did seriously seem quite bad, enough to make the prime struggle and squirm. It wasn't documented before if the primes had ever had a struggle like this one. But Optimus was still a mortal, and clearly he struggled from trauma just like everyone else involved in this war... "I-I apologize for giving you a scare there then..." He mumbled, ugh he felt horrible, but it wasn't a surprise after all that. The prime had noticed his positioning, and well admittedly didn't want to get up at the moment, his helm was still spinning. The mech really needed a more peaceful night of recharge, at this rate this was starting to affect him poorly... "T-Truly it's ok Overlord, and you really don't have to I will be fine..." The prime tried to state, he did have to go back to his teammates but...if he went back they may find out what happened, and he was going to get the biggest lecture from his team, maybe he'll just say he's going to be out for a bit longer and stay with the other mech. "You know...I actually may take you on that offer." He softly said, closing his optics, maybe some relaxing would do him good. He felt a little selfish he was going to use this protection but...if he did actually get better recharge, he could protect his friends better to.

[rosecoloredoptics]

Overlord hold was soft and careful, brushing gentle fingertips across Optimus’s helm.

Poor thing, he looked so tired, like he was definitely in need of some proper recharge and some tea too, something hot to warm up his insides and hopefully loll the prime into slumber.

“I think you should sir. You look….Pardon the manner in which I say this, but…You look awful.”

Awful indeed. He needed recharge, and there was no way that he was going to let the big mech off the hook now. After all, he could carry him! The triple changer wasted no time in shifting his arms under Optimus, raising him from his lap and cradling him there, heavy pedesteps started to make their way back towards his makeshift home for his time spent on Earth.

“You must tell me, what was it that was causing you so much anguish? Are you okay to talk about your nightmare, Sweetspark?”

[aprimesrpcorner]

The prime himself, didn't seem to mind the gentle servos all to much, he welcomed the gentleness. He didn't often get that type of treatment other then his team mates of course. Being a leader was tasking like this, it wasn't a surprise it came with consequences as well. But a proper recharge just would be nice, no nightmares flooding his dreams...that would be a miracle with someone like him wouldn't it? Tea did sound good right now though, maybe it would relax him... "Ah...won't be the first time someone has told me that so truly, it is fine." Optimus admitted with a light chuckle. A proper state of recharge, it was why he did pass out because he lacked it. Though, he let out a surprised noise being hurled up into a hold like he had been. It wasn't common where a bot was big enough to pick up the said prime, he was pretty tall himself after all. But heh, guess he didn't have a choice now. But the prime just let it happen. Well, he froze at the question slightly, and closed his optics. He will be willing to speak of it, just in due time. "I...believe I am, at least with you Overlord. But lets wait till we get to your place first? I think I'd be able to think more properly there." The mech admitted with a little sigh, a more quiet and private environment would help.

[rosecoloredoptics]

Poor spark, Optimus looked exhausted and rightfully so. Nightmares had unfortunately been affecting him too every now and then. They’d come at random, leaving him with insomnia some nights, an unwillingness to recharge would befall him. But thankfully he’d found that doing something relaxing before recharge often times helped. Perhaps he and Optimus could do something fun before he tried to recharge again! He had board games, knitting supplies, art kits, whatever he’d want! He’d scooped up the prime and was quickly on his way back to his place.

“We can talk more later when you’re better rested. For now however, let me take care of you Sweetspark.”

Thankfully the walk wasn’t long and Optimus wasn’t heavy to the triple changer. He carried the Prime all the way back to his cozy little sub ship, it was something he’d used as a temporary home when he wasn’t back on Cybertron. It was smaller than a normal starship but cozy, it’s metal walls a pastel purple with plants and trinkets amongst scattered art supplies and yarn. The berth was covered in fluffy blankets, ones he’d been given as gifts or taken from Earth, with cute, fluffy little stuffed animal creatures scattered about. Overlord made his way to the berth, laying Optimus down gently into the warm softness, a pleasant little smile on his faceplates.

“Let me brew you some tea as well dear, hopefully it’ll help you relax.”

Now he’d turned to his little stove, always keeping a side eye on the Prime just in case he needed him.

“How’d you wind up here by the way? Space bridge accident? Gosh I haven’t used one of those in deca cycles..”

[staticsqueaks]

“Kisses are marvelous little things, Hosin! You should enjoy it, my sweet rubber creature!”

Here comes overlord, pinching his cheek gently in his digits.

@rosecoloredoptics

Hosin huffs and crosses his arms to hug himself. "I...well I suppose you are right." He mumbles, feeling a bit better and allowing himself to smile into the delicate pinch. "It was an accident though...I should probably apologize."

[rosecoloredoptics]

“You probably should, but don’t be too hard on yourself dear. Maybe in his own way, he appreciated a little kiss.”

He gave a light pet to one of his feelers and rose from his squatted position, optics beaming.

“Maybe we can do some knitting today together! You do know to knit, right?”

[carnybat]

this is a voice request for somebody who asked me to voice_Overlord a while back. The scene is from Last Stand Of The Wreckers #3. 

[lemonomelette]

Tarn's guide on seducing Autobots (to the Cause of course)

[wafferreyes]

i want to throw him into a pool of lava and then chew his charred remains

[aprimesrpcorner]

"Optimus? Oh no you poor thing!" Something is wrong, he can feel it.

Overlord had his fateful run in with the slumbering mech during his trip back to Earth. It had been a long while since he'd last visited, so it came as a surprise to the triple changer that a prime himself was strewn about on the ground, seemingly offline, as if he was recharging. The massive point one percenter reached the prime, kneeling down and cupping the mech's cheek guard, using his free servo to try and awaken him with a few shakes.

""Optimus? What's going on?" @rosecoloredoptics

The red mech clearly was a bit of a mess so it seemed, struggling in his sleep, struggling to just to try to get away from this horrible nightmare.

In a way he could tell indeed it was his nightmares again, and he could tell that he was just stuck in recharge, and was stuck in his recharge. He over exerted himself clearly, and now he was paying the price for it. Slight orange tears did escape his optics as he struggled on the ground, clearly trying to get away from something.

“Nonono…please…” Optimus whined a bit as his frame shook, at first unaware of the mech in front of him, trying to console him and wake him up. It seemed his actions of staying up came to bite him with a vengeance. And now he was a victim in a way, vulnerable and anyone that had wrong intentions had their opportunity if they wanted to take it. The prime was weak right now.

However, thankfully Overlord wasn’t one of these bots, and with the servo of the other, and the soft shaking, he slowly was starting to come to, recognizing the voice of a friend. “Hnn…O-Overlord…?” His voice was groggy, and had a tremble to it…

[rosecoloredoptics]

Concern laced itself around Overlord’s spark.

It wasn’t often you’d just find a mech laying outside on the ground in a fit of a nightmare, and even less common for it to be one of the primes. But Overlord was careful, gently shaking the big mech until the other seemed to come to little by little, vents finally unhitching and letting out a relieved sigh.

“Oh thank Primus you’re okay! I was afraid you wouldn’t wake up.”

He replied, half of Optimus’s body was now resting in the other’s lap, cradling his head to keep it up.

“You’re okay now though Optimus. Poor sweetspark…I can take you back to my little hideaway and maybe you could recharge there better..?”

[aprimesrpcorner]

The large Cybertronian clearly needed the help, even if he was to stubborn to admit that he did. But it wasn't and with their situation it could be considered quite dangerous that was for sure. And the nightmare did seriously seem quite bad, enough to make the prime struggle and squirm. It wasn't documented before if the primes had ever had a struggle like this one. But Optimus was still a mortal, and clearly he struggled from trauma just like everyone else involved in this war... "I-I apologize for giving you a scare there then..." He mumbled, ugh he felt horrible, but it wasn't a surprise after all that. The prime had noticed his positioning, and well admittedly didn't want to get up at the moment, his helm was still spinning. The mech really needed a more peaceful night of recharge, at this rate this was starting to affect him poorly... "T-Truly it's ok Overlord, and you really don't have to I will be fine..." The prime tried to state, he did have to go back to his teammates but...if he went back they may find out what happened, and he was going to get the biggest lecture from his team, maybe he'll just say he's going to be out for a bit longer and stay with the other mech. "You know...I actually may take you on that offer." He softly said, closing his optics, maybe some relaxing would do him good. He felt a little selfish he was going to use this protection but...if he did actually get better recharge, he could protect his friends better to.

[rosecoloredoptics]

Overlord hold was soft and careful, brushing gentle fingertips across Optimus’s helm.

Poor thing, he looked so tired, like he was definitely in need of some proper recharge and some tea too, something hot to warm up his insides and hopefully loll the prime into slumber.

“I think you should sir. You look….Pardon the manner in which I say this, but…You look awful.”

Awful indeed. He needed recharge, and there was no way that he was going to let the big mech off the hook now. After all, he could carry him! The triple changer wasted no time in shifting his arms under Optimus, raising him from his lap and cradling him there, heavy pedesteps started to make their way back towards his makeshift home for his time spent on Earth.

“You must tell me, what was it that was causing you so much anguish? Are you okay to talk about your nightmare, Sweetspark?”

[yearning-dyke]

i am so so kissable and yet here i am. unkissed.

[aprimesrpcorner]

"Optimus? Oh no you poor thing!" Something is wrong, he can feel it.

Overlord had his fateful run in with the slumbering mech during his trip back to Earth. It had been a long while since he'd last visited, so it came as a surprise to the triple changer that a prime himself was strewn about on the ground, seemingly offline, as if he was recharging. The massive point one percenter reached the prime, kneeling down and cupping the mech's cheek guard, using his free servo to try and awaken him with a few shakes.

""Optimus? What's going on?" @rosecoloredoptics

The red mech clearly was a bit of a mess so it seemed, struggling in his sleep, struggling to just to try to get away from this horrible nightmare.

In a way he could tell indeed it was his nightmares again, and he could tell that he was just stuck in recharge, and was stuck in his recharge. He over exerted himself clearly, and now he was paying the price for it. Slight orange tears did escape his optics as he struggled on the ground, clearly trying to get away from something.

“Nonono…please…” Optimus whined a bit as his frame shook, at first unaware of the mech in front of him, trying to console him and wake him up. It seemed his actions of staying up came to bite him with a vengeance. And now he was a victim in a way, vulnerable and anyone that had wrong intentions had their opportunity if they wanted to take it. The prime was weak right now.

However, thankfully Overlord wasn’t one of these bots, and with the servo of the other, and the soft shaking, he slowly was starting to come to, recognizing the voice of a friend. “Hnn…O-Overlord…?” His voice was groggy, and had a tremble to it…

[rosecoloredoptics]

Concern laced itself around Overlord’s spark.

It wasn’t often you’d just find a mech laying outside on the ground in a fit of a nightmare, and even less common for it to be one of the primes. But Overlord was careful, gently shaking the big mech until the other seemed to come to little by little, vents finally unhitching and letting out a relieved sigh.

“Oh thank Primus you’re okay! I was afraid you wouldn’t wake up.”

He replied, half of Optimus’s body was now resting in the other’s lap, cradling his head to keep it up.

“You’re okay now though Optimus. Poor sweetspark…I can take you back to my little hideaway and maybe you could recharge there better..?”

[avoidghost]

Some Chibi Commissions :3

[rosecoloredoptics]

Rodimus is going to plonk his face on Rosebud. He's got a simfur plush in a strangle hold. He holds it up.

It's ribbon collar is a bit mangled. Hus voice muffled," Can you help me make a proper collar...?"

Overlord had flinched a tad in surprise at the soft plonk of something against his hip plates. Turning around, he noticed Rodimus resting himself against him, a plush in hand. The massive triple changer knelt himself down and reached out, taking a very gentle hold of the little thing in his servos with a soft smile splaying his face.

“Of course dear! We can work on it together. Is there a certain color you’d like for your little friend? And oh! What is this friendly little creature’s name? Do you call it anything?”

[flameofprimus]

“ ... I’m calling it Empress.” Rodimus feels a bit bereft without the plush but he follows after Overlord quietly. Spoiler low and optics dim. Murmuring a little hopefully,” I’d like it to be red and gold. Pretty... Soft too...” He is amazed that the nearly life size plush looks so small in Rosebud’s larger servos. Rodimus feels small next to him. But its not a bad feeling this time. He smiles a little, servo curling in Rosebud’s spare one,” I thought you might know how to make one. Thank you.”

[rosecoloredoptics]

"Empress, what a beautiful name."

Oh? And he wanted red and gold for a collar? That would be splendid! He could most definitely do that. He felt that smaller servo cling to his digits, and in return he curled them slowly, carefully around Rodimus's own, thumping across the back of his servo while he spoke.

How about we make a new collar, and give them a good brush and re stuff as well? I promise i'm a certified doctor for plush friends."

A joke, of course, but those were needed in times such as this. Something seemed up with the co captain, and the triple changer was determined to see what it was.

"How have you been though, sweetpark? You seem a little blue under the spoilers today. Do you...Need to talk about it?