#tfpoptimusprime

[malika-carnelian]

*lifts you up and cuddles you gently* ♥

*She lets herself be picked up without any rebellion, giving back the cuddles with a hug* It seems like this is a good day? I assume!

@tfp-optimusprime

[scientificmicroscope]

*comes over, hugs you briefly and then moves on* *smiles briefly and contentedly*

"Sneaky Mech! You better get back here and finish the job!" With arms open and trying the follow said mech with the sly grin on his faceplate.

[wrecknrule]

tfp-optimusprime​:

«Thanks for the hint, I will remember it. However, I am glad that you are safe and sound with us again. I was already worried when you suddenly no longer there.» replied Prime and thought for a moment. After a while he added. «In fact, I think Ultra Magnus missed you. Even if he wouldn’t admit it.»

@tfp-optimusprime​

« Ah, no need to worry, Bossbot. Didn’t ya get the memo? I’m indestructible! » At this point, there wasn’t much more the universe could throw at him. He’d survived a war that was how many millions of years long? Been captured by the Decepticons countless times and always managed to slip away. What was that one earth creature that was impossible to kill? A cockroach? Yeah, he was one of those.

There is a bit of a pause on Wheeljack’s end when Optimus mentions Ultra Magnus before his voice comes back over the comm. It’s laced with a hint of skepticism and something else that was suspiciously close to hopeful. « He did? »

Realizing what he’d just said, Wheeljack immediately deflected and laughed it off.  « Ya sure about that, big guy? Figured Mags would’ve enjoyed the peace and quiet. »

[autobotmedic]

"Ratchet?! What happened to you? Why the green color?"

     “??? ... Oh, of course, the moody and red-orange variation’s designation. I am Reamer, not Ratchet, although apparently we share some form of universal parallel. Fascinating, really, but still, I’m afraid you don’t actually know me.”

[peterbilt-prime]

whatever you’ve done, i know there is good inside you. (for Nemesis)

The dark mech eyed his twin, red optics flashing with the pulse of his filed. Memories of a past, his past, flashed through his processor.

Fire

Loss

Pain

Destruction

...nothing...

Then, the remains of his spark was shoved back into a frame, Unicron animating his every move.

Those optics leveled on Optimus as he reached into his subspace for his axe. "There is nothing now. Just the darkness."

[restitutiopax]

tfpoptimusprime replied to your post “tfpoptimusprime replied to your post “     “I should just wear a...”

Why do you hate me so much? I never did anything to you.

    “In all frankness, I react to all mechanicals who presume me to be you, as you did, in the same way.”

      “Considering it’s the only thing I find myself infuriated about in any considerable way, I imagine this is as fair of an anger as I’m ever going to have.”

[unicromx8]

tfpoptimusprime replied to your post “    “I do rather enjoy interfacing.”

"Primus ... don't do it!"

    “Optimus, I am responsible for the creation of most new Sparks. That includes gathering information on what would be the best forms for them, the matter needed to sustain their frames, and the information needed for them to be able to adapt to life outside of me.”

      “If you’re to judge me on my methods, need I remind you of how you were made?”

[gonnacounttothree]

@tfpoptimusprime from here

He listened to the man and watched him. You could see from the little being that it was exhausted. He himself was happy that there were no deaths, but there were still injured persons and that has always worried him. When Lennox spoke to him directly, he was torn from his thoughts. He looked up and then at Lennox. “I function.” he said, smiling slightly. It was only a small consolation, but an indication that he was already fine. He had also gotten a lot, but these wounds could be repaired. Not like the people who were wounded. He looked at them and his eyes grew cloudy.

After a while he looked at Lennox again and asked him directly. “How long will it take for you humans to… function normally again?” He didn’t remember the term that humans always used, so he took the cybertronic term.

“Good.” 

There’s a small sigh, and he scratches at the bandages on his arm- he’d gotten hit with shrapnel from an explosion, and it hurt, but he’d refused anything but some Tylenol until he could make sure that everybody else was going to be okay. 

“Personally, I’ll be fine. Give me a few weeks to be allowed to get these stitches out, and I’ll be good to go.” A moment of hesitation, glancing away from the Autobot leader. “...some of the guys are being discharged, sent home once they’ve recovered enough.” His gaze wandered towards the door where the human medics had set up extra triage for now. It was almost empty, with only the least injured waiting to be looked over. 

“....It could have been worse. I’m glad it wasn’t.”