#reluctiantprime

[ask-smokescreen]

"I know of someone who does know how to sew a wedding dress should you require one."

Oooh! You do, sir? That’d be awesome! I know how to sew, but I’ve never made anything like a wedding dress before.

I don’t really require one, since I’m not getting married or anything, but they seem fun, right?

[doktorsterben]

// I absolutely love your blog, I'm laughing my but off

Compliments, from Optimus Prime? Well that certainly makes up for being shot by Lord Megatron. Maybe I might simply join the Autobots after all; frankly speaking, I’m more attracted to you than our master.

Fliers just don’t really do it for me like big ground mechs like you.

[one-shall-rise]

@reluctiantprime replied to your post: "Are you all right?"

“I am also doing well. If they get to much, I find ignoring them works best. I had done that with Miko most if the time.“

Your advice is appreciated, my friend. Somehow though I do not believe Megatron will allow himself to be ignored so easily...

[unicromx8]

"Married is a human term for merging sparks. Only humans can not do that, so they get married in order to become a permanent couple. It is what something people do when in love. A concept which is foreign to you, I am sure."

    ( E W. )

[nursejunedarby]

Soulmate Names

@opti-dad | (( Cont from here ))

From the moment he came online, Optimus, who was Orian then had two names on his wrist. One was Flickwing, which had confused him. Flickwing was a feabot, and said to be a daughter of one of the first primes. Another was a name in another language he didn’t understand. It was confusing why he had two names, even after he bonded with Flickwing and his daughter, Arianna was born. One day, Flickwing was murderd in cold energon, and her name faded from his wrist.

In his search for a safe place to send his daughter, he learned of Earth and learned its most common language, English. It was then he was able to read the name June Darby carefully written on his wrist. The name made no sense to him, so he paid it no attention until he met the humans. When Jack introduced himself as Jack Darby, he was stunned to hear a familiar name, but yet again he dismissed it.

The prime knelt down to better meet Jack’s mom. “Hello Mrs. Darby.” He said. He had learned enough about human culture and names, he knew that the children share the second names with their parents, and ms was for unmarried women, while mrs was for married women. He had assumed she was married because she has a child. “I hope you are all right.” He said.

June could only stare up at Optimus for a moment. This was him. Her soulmate was a alien robot. A leader of them. And so huge. She would almost say this was a mistake, but what were the odds of a human man having the same name.

She mentally shook herself, and gave him a small smile. “It’s Ms, actually, but you can call me June. I’m fine, physically at least. Still wrapping my head around the idea of you guys. I mean, it’s like something from a science fiction novel or tv show.”

[leaderofteamprime]

Heat Cycle

@reclusiveformerwarlord | (( Cont from here ))

Megatron purred deeply, approaching the Prime slowly. Datapad and highgrade are set on the nearby table, and the Decepticon Lord sits on the edge of the berth.

One servo reaches not for Optimus’s spike, but his abdominal plating, claws trailing over silver plating, tracing the curves.

He leans in, purring roughly, and presses a gentle kiss to the side of a finial. “Tell me to leave, at any time, and I will. Tell me you don’t like something, I will stop. I am very attracted to you, I am certainly interested in fragging, but I will not force you into anything.”

With that said, his other servo rises to the back of Optimus’s neck, sharp tips carefully massaging the cables as he nuzzled Optimus’s audial, purring a little louder. His panels are threatening to pop open, but he’s waiting for Prime’s response first.

Optimus groaned at Megatron’s touch, his normally restrained EM field flaring with lust and need. He could feel Megatron’s purr, and it was sending a new kind of pleasure through his frame.

“Megatron, please.” His servos went out to the warlord, trying to pull him closer, to make him move, something to answer the burning in his frame.  

[autobotally]

( . Y . )

Derek took one glance at his phone and his a tint of pink came across his face. Oh gods, is that suppose to be…

/ hwy big guy, uh...wrong number maybe? /

….Why the hell did he decide to use the term ‘big guy’???

[thefastestbot]

( . Y . )

….Oh primus. He was not expecting the fragging leader of the autobots to…Wait, how did he even get his frequency?!

:: Optimus Prime, sir, I uh, believe you sent this to the wrong frequency… ::