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Indie Transformers multimuse roleplay blog. Written by M.

MUSES

OPTIMUS PRIME | IDW | CANON Commander in Chief of the Autobots. Universe won't let him retire.

MEGATRON | IDW | CANON Co-Captain of the Lost Light. Giving peace a try.

GETAWAY | AU | CANON Leader of Fireteam Zero. Currently lying like a rug.

STAR SABER | AU | CANON Knight of the Circle of Light. As aggressive as he is pious.

HAL PRICE | MULTI | OC Trauma nurse. Always forging ahead with a smile.

RULES

I go by M, formerly found on solisanima. I'm 27 and use they/them pronouns.

Basic rp courtesy rules apply here: don’t godmod, metagame, kill my muse without permission, etc.

Icon-less, format-less, regular sized text, and otherwise accessible to the best of my ability.

No minors.

Multiship, multiverse, OC, and AU friendly.

Memes never expire, ask box is always open, and DMs are always ready and waiting! Don't be shy about spamming stuff.

OC content and art protected under copyright. Don't steal.

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"Like roadkill?"

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gonna rework my roster and try to be here again i think :3

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OKAY SO i have cut shadowmaru and added getaway and star saber from an au im working on!

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gonna rework my roster and try to be here again i think :3

[melamemea]

Let’s try something new … Send me a 👌🗯 for a piece of advice from my muse. If you want you, you can send it on anonymous or even specify a topic you want some advice on.

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@entice-and-artuate (continued from x)

The plates on her helm perked minutely before settling back into place. He had not run screaming. Off to a good start. Pulling herself to her full height, she dipped into a shallow bow, offering a smile that was a mix of charm and mischief. "My designation is Naja." Her optics dropped to the little identification tag around his neck, dilating as they scanned the script there. "Hal Price, is it? I have seen you interact with many of my kind. What exactly is it you do?"

The sudden lift of the plates that covered her head reminded Hal of the feathers of a bird—maybe a cockatoo, or one of those eagles he'd forgotten the name of. It made his smile broaden. This was why he loved Cybertronians; he was always seeing and learning something new.

The bow was charming, too. Hal gave a two-fingered salute in response.

"That's me," he said. "Pleasure to meet you, Naja—and I'm a trauma nurse. I transfer back and forth between a clinic here in New Iacon and one on Earth."

What do YOU do was a delicate question these days, so Hal opted for something... easier to answer.

"What brings you here?"

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"I'm going to be frank with you guys—I thought I'd smash this test."

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"I can’t go to Hell. I’m all out of vacation days." - From Sideswipe! To whichever muse you wish!

“Tch. Did you practice that one in the mirror, mister?” Shadowmaru asked dryly from atop the brick wall he sat perched on. “It’s good, but a little campy.”

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“ ask me nicely. ” //Dealer’s choice on who from and for, you can also pick the context! Let’s get something fun rolling :3

Hal bit the inside of his cheek. Thing was, he’d been asking nicely, trying to coax Tarantulas into allowing him close enough to examine his injury—to no avail. He hoped to god he was getting somewhere now, and that this wasn’t just a ploy to get him to grovel.

“Tarantulas,” Hal said as politely as he could manage, “Please let me at least take a look at the damage. I won’t do anything you don’t consent to. I just want to assess.”

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@cigarettes-after-interface

“All you have to do is ask.”

The soft rumble of the Autobot leader’s voice filled the space between them, the air warmed from his engines.

Optimus was sat, his back against a sturdy brick wall with the human known as Hal resting on his thigh.

Optimus didn’t know much in the way of human interface. He only knew the basic mechanics of it. But he was willing to learn, if Hal was willing to teach.

The soft sparked mech scooped Hal up in his servo to be more eye level with him. Optimus had to admit, he was nervous to even proposition such a thing, but in the pursuit of education, and helping someone he cared about, he would stifle his own personal concerns over the matter and allow the human to speak for himself.

Optimus’s hesitation was, admittedly, adorable, which wasn’t really a word that often applied to him. Hal couldn’t help a fond smile. Being propositioned by Optimus goddamn Prime presented its own set of hurdles and, in turn, made Hal a little jittery as well. He huffed a nervous laugh.

“I must admit, you’ve caught me at kind of a disadvantage,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. God, those optics were intense. “I, uh, haven’t done this in a while.”

Waffling. He was waffling. But asking the commander in chief of the Autobots to please fuck me was a little daunting, dry spell or no.

“Do… you want to proceed?” he tried instead.

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( @entice-and-artuate ) <3 for Hal

She couldn't quite understand the disdain most of her faction held for these intriguing little aliens. Carbon-based structures aside, there was no denying the similitude.

Since arriving on this planet, she found herself enthralled by the vast varieties of flora and fauna, many of which seemed to mirror the species that populated her home world. Humans, most of all. Their languages, cultures, and architecture; she drank it all in, using every spare moment to study them.

This, however, was the first human she'd had the chance to meet. Crouching, perched back on her heel struts, Naja took a long moment to consider him, head swiveling in a very avian fashion. He interacted with their kind regularly, from what she'd seen, so she hoped he wouldn't be too off-put by the sudden appearance. She just couldn't stand to wait any longer.

Lifting a taloned servo, she wiggled her digits at him, mimicking the common human greeting she'd seen exchanged most frequently.

"Hello."

Hal was, admittedly, taken off guard by how silently the mech had stolen up on him, a sleek, dark red shadow. But she made no aggressive moves, and, in fact, gave him a little wave—so, in spite of her insignia, in spite of the strange, avian movements and the piercing light of her optics, he smiled and waved back.

“Hello,” he said, tucking his clipboard under his arm. He had time to chat, and intended to reward her curiosity; it wasn’t often a Decepticon displayed anything more cordial than mild distaste for humans. “And who might you be?”

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i will be on sparsely today but probably not tomorrow as i am attending A GAY WEDDING!!! so ill see y’all soon :3

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Shockwave cradles a servo over a worn-in cheek guard, thumb feeling over the dents and scrapes. It does not linger there, the touch only serving to inspect Optimus under the light before digits trail down over the glass panes of his chassis, the vents of his midsection, stopping just before pelvic armor.

" Relax, " he affirmed, looming, " allow me to serve you where no one has bothered to. Ease your burdens with me. "

This... has to be a dream. Or something. Optimus doesn't exactly care at the moment—the briefest brush of Shockwave's digits over his body has his engine rumbling hot in moments.

"I..." The words catch in his throat. So much to say.

In the end, he reclines back against the bed, hands drifting to Shockwave's hips.

[missymusings]

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 

18+. sexual themes ahead. this list was primarily made to get conversations around kink going but like it says on the tin, context matters. stay safe, smart, and have fun. 

“ use your words. ”

“ don’t think i didn’t notice how much you seemed to enjoy that. ”

“ yeah, or … you could keep going. ”

“ ask me nicely. ”

“ you think i don’t already know what you need ? ”

“ don’t make me say it. it’s embarrassing. ”

“ got yourself into quite the predicament there, haven’t you ? ”

“ all you have to do is ask. ”

“ no … keep it on. ”

“ you promised you could keep quiet. ”

“ you don’t have to be shy. don’t i always make you feel good ? ”

“ trust me. i know how to make you feel good. ”

“ i’m all for your little pain kink, but you need to rest. ”

 " will you try them on for me ? “

” so that’s a thing for you, huh ? duly noted. “

” you bet your sweet ass i’m using this to my advantage later. “

” interesting reaction. we’ll be talking about that later. “

” maybe tonight we could do the thing you wanted to try … “

” this what you needed ? “

” say it back to me, who do you belong to ? “

” yeah. yeah, but it’s a good hurt, keep going. “

[ HAND ] for sender to clamp their hand around receiver’s mouth to keep them quiet 

[ MUFFLE ] for receiver to clamp their hand around sender’s mouth to keep them quiet

[ UNIFORM ] for sender to see receiver in a uniform for the first time and obviously get distracted

[ LOOK ] for receiver to see sender in uniform for the first time and obviously get distracted 

[ CHOKE ] for sender to put receiver in a chokehold during a fight and receiver accidentally moans about it 

[ CHOKED ] for receiver to put sender in a chokehold during a fight and sender accidentally moans about it 

[ STRIP ] for sender to change their clothes in front of receiver and receiver is noticeably flustered 

[ DRESS ] for receiver to change their clothes in front of sender and sender is noticeably flustered 

[ DISCOVER ] for receiver to discover that sender has sensitive  ” insert. “ [ now’s the time to confess your muse’s weak spots ]

[ PAIN ] for receiver to admit they like it rough and/or painful to stop sender from being too gentle or careful with them 

[ PAINED ] for sender to admit they like rough and/or painful to stop receiver from being too gentle or careful with them 

[ CHECK ] for receiver to check in with sender whether what they’re doing is okay 

[ TEST ] for sender to check in with receiver whether what they’re doing is okay 

[ THIRST ] for receiver to want sender really badly because they’re horny or have been teased but sender resists 

[ WAIT ] for sender to want receiver really badly because they’re horny or have been teased but receiver resists 

[quantumlogician]

The deadman's between them is littered with all their mistakes, all the bloodshed, and soul-flowers sowed by their servos. Shockwave takes a step forward, crunching over the carnage he left in his own wake, fighting Optimus' war.

He is alone there, staring over the barbed wires to where his friend used to be, replaced by some god-fetish piloted by an antiquated relic.

He put that there. He only has himself to blame and he didn't feel an ounce sorry about it.

" Orion, " he calls, soft, all the fizzle emptied from his voice, funneling his tune into a clear, crisp feedback, " I am still here. I am not going anywhere. "

" The world can, and will, reject you — but I never will. Even if you push me away, bury me with the mountains of dead before you. I will wait. "

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Optimus nearly shies away. Having Shockwave this close—it hurts. Like being in proximity to a sun, or the darkest of stars.

This is some kind of scheme. He knows it. Shockwave's machinations are as endless as they are complex. There is no knowing what he will begin if he gives in.

So he won't.

But he will touch him. One last time.

Optimus extends a hand, palm up. He just wants to feel the weight of Shockwave's hand in his again. Just for a moment.

"I know."

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@entice-and-artuate

Hal covers his eyes and groans.

"You are all aware of the fact that some wounds cannot be treated by non medical personnel, right?"

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Perception: Shockwave views Optimus the way one might consider stained glass in a derelict cathedral. Pure glass, forged in the hottest fires, crafted with the mindfulness to strike awe and beauty in the hearts of mechs. However, the masterpiece is only fragments that would never make sense without all its parts and strategically mended gold borders to obscure all its flaws.

Orion was his best friend, his confidant. He was the moral rubric that Shockwave adhered to.

Optimus is a stranger; a tool to be used, an standard to uphold, an ideal to be revered. A trophy placed on a tall mantle away from stray, wandering hands.

But, down the line, Shockwave has come to understand that both Orion and Optimus exist mangled and twisted around the Matrix.

And — regardless of all that, all he has ever wanted for him was the best, even if he won't acknowledge it himself.

// OUUGGH… what a treat to receive… im fucking. i just. i have no words