#draft again

[samnoelle]

D-16's "wife"

Hrrrmmmm.....

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No one, in all of their time since coming online, could ever predict D-16, of all mech, be able to bag a conjunx. Well, at least, one that is not only a true transformer but a Prime.

A very tall, very gorgeous, very scary and hot Prime. One that resembles what a lot of what they imagined a Cybertronian Knight of Old would look like. Holy Primus, D-16, how the slag did that happened??

For all of the time D-16 has worked on the mines, no sane mech had thought the silver mech would disappear for a few cycles and come back with a conjunx twice, maybe even trice, his height. No one who even interacted regularly with D-16, even impersonal, would think he would one day just up and decide to get a partner. A lot of the miners thought he got promoted, demoted, maybe even died in a ditch somewhere or something. Not getting a surprise vacation to the surface only to come back cogged and with a conjunx!? Yeah. They're never gonna wrap their processors around that.

"D-16, how the slag did you bag that??" Jazz muttered, discreetly staring with wide optics up at the Prime behind his visor, turning his helm away when the tall mech seem to notice. His vents clicking sharply, whirring in embarrassment.

"Look, can we all just focus? Right now? Can we talk about this later??" D-16 practically begged, the situation had spiralled out of control and he didn't even get to the important part yet. He groaned as the miners all around continued to non-discreetly talk about Optimus, staring openly at how differently built the other's frame is. He gets it all ready, D-16 couldn't land the red and blue mech on a normal cycle- not even in a vorn, but, Primusdamnit, he got conjunxed with the Prime and D-16 will be keeping his thoughts and feelings about that in a box deep in his processor until that slagging false Prime is dealt with. "I'll tell the story later, but for now, please, listen to me."

D-16 could feel Optimus' EM field rolling with amusement all too clearly, especially through the spark bond, as the miners continued to fuss over his apparent conjunx more that the fact that he's no longer a cogless miner. He threw a half hearted glare up at the blue and silver mech, which Optimus met with a half quirked smile before his battlemask slid in place with a sharp Clang! Every miner tensed, optics staring at the Prime with apprehension.

"Everyone," Optimus started, his voice rumbling, as he crossed his arms over his chest. His frame seemingly looming over everyone, his blue optics glowing almost ominously.

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Yeah, I gave up pretty soon

@blazzterpants

[aeneidjellyfish]

weird mask draft

[aeneidjellyfish]

is there anyone here

[that-katie-with-the-bangs]

Do you remember when I met you late last summer? A brief introduction at the lake by a cousin to me and a friend to you, we were strangers brought together by a shift in the winds. By that autumn, we were inseparable. I thought you were sweet like apple cider and just as wonderful. Every day after school, I'd bike to your house on the other side of town so I could spend my days getting my boots muddy at the creek with you. We were always outside, we crowned ourselves protectors over our little field. You'd collect yellow leaves on our adventures and put them in my hair just because yellow was my favorite color. You'd rub my hands together when I got a bit too cold and give me Eskimo kisses to keep my nose from turning red. You'd used to pull at my hair when I wasn't paying attention and pull at my heart with a sad smile when I'd force myself to bike home after the sun started to slip under the horizon.  I was so young, we were so young. I thought I loved you by the time all of the leaves had fallen and the apples had all been picked. But our autumn had gone. Maybe if we could have flown south like the birds, we could have veered off of the inevitable course but our wings had become brittle by the time we noticed the change. There was a sharpness in the air and a sharpness in your voice. Why? I want to ask. I want to ask you so many questions but I don't want to know any of the answers. Oh, I had heard stories from friends about other girls in the city when you'd leave on weekends but I don't want to know about any of that. I sensed the change and I didn't want you back when the snow fell, the grass grew, or the sun gave its warmth; I want you to stop telling me that we could be winter and spring and summer if we wanted to be. Don't text me and please don't call anymore. It's been a whole year, the crisp air never fails to remind me of you and I wish it wouldn't. I want you to pass on by just like the seasons. We were last  autumn, no more and no less.