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pale-fairytales · 2 years

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More domestic au headcanons: MegOp fluff edition

Of the two, I like to think they balance each other out in a lot of senses, and I think this is what makes them clash while simultaneously making them work; Optimus is the gentle voice of reason behind Megatron's brash personality. I headcanon that they are extremely different in their day to day domestic life than out on the field and this is how

I genuinely think Megatron's primary love languages are gift giving and quality time while Optimus is more acts-of-service and words of affirmation

to expand on this and state my reasoning; I imagine that throughout Megatron’s life, he has barely been making ends meet, and to him, it’s comforting to be able to have the freedom to spend time with and spoil his partner with nice things every now and again since that wasn’t an option before

Optimus, meanwhile, has a lot on his plate; being a prime isn’t easy and he is always concerned that he has failed at maintaining his responsibilities. To be a Prime requires one to be an unwavering force, to be some level of “perfect.” Thus, I think that he loves both being praised, and he loves to praise to let other people feel good.

If hypothetically they had to cook their own food, of the two, I think that Optimus would cook more and it would taste decent because he knows various recipes by heart, being a former archivist and knowing a lot about a lot of things.

out of pocket hc on my part; Megatron weirdly has somewhat chaotic housewife vibes to me and I feel like in a domestic au he would be really good at baking

Megatron will never ever admit that he is better at baking than cooking, though. Never ever. He would die before he let anyone know that he, Lord Megatron, a hardened energon miner, a former gladiatorial champion with hands that have destroyed many, many bots, is really good at making delicious confections with cute molding chocolate designs on them and that it is sometimes therapeutic (especially if he’s making something that needs to be kneaded; he just beats the shit out of it) and alongside poetry writing becomes something of an outlet.

I am conflicted about the baking headcanon because I feel like it could work in a few different ways but I also feel it doesn't work??? Idk it's like 3 AM and I'm very tired

The baking headcanon was totally not inspired by some really cute fan art of Megs and Poptimus in cute pink aprons

I imagine that treats were very very rare, especially because of his life in Tarn, and I imagine that (if cooking were a regular thing that needed to be done) many ingredients weren't that affordable or in as much supply so when he finally learned how to do it and he was in a stable environment (financially, emotionally, not imprisoned etc) he kept it as a hobby for himself. I feel like he wouldn't eat them himself (I can’t help thinking he doesn’t like sweets too much unless it’s tasted through Optimus’ lips lmao)

Megatron’s version of flirting/pseudo dates(pining edition); love poems (that he never sends and Optimus finds one day), longingly watching Optimus with the slightest gleam of admiration in his eyes as he’s working on something, covertly learning about Optimus’ interests (simply because he’s curious, he reasons with himself) so he can get to watch his eyes light up, arena training (I feel like he either goes easy on Optimus, or he goes extra hard).

lowkey develops an obsession but nothing too severe

Optimus’ version of flirting/pseudo dates (pining edition): it does not exist at first. the boy knows how others flirt but he does not, at first, because his oblivious ass doesn’t recognize Megatron’s crush and Megatron’s too stubborn to admit his crush. However, as time wares on, he tries to flirt, too. As an archivist, Optimus learns Megatron’s favorite subjects/poets/things to read and learn about and always has suggestions/recommendations on hand for him. I imagine the arenas are also a favored pseudo date bc he trusts Megatron in this au. Idk I feel like there's a lot of corruption kink/bad boy vibes in this ship but that's for another post. It becomes much harder as a Prime to pine/flirt/go on dates-but-not-official-dates, but he’s doing his best okay—As a prime, his flirting is more or less the same, but I feel as though he starts to get creative, even if becoming a prime has made him a tad bit more reserved and private in his affections.

Megatron’s version of flirting while they’re actually dating/sparkbonded?? (Note: I don’t know if flirting is the right word! Just cute things they do I guess?) It’s subtle but I imagine it’s not so subtle that Optimus does not notice. Some of the actions include but are not limited to: Doing the princess hand kiss every now and again. subtle looks as if Optimus is the entire universe before him, only to look away before his sparkmate can notice. (Rare) Hugs that last a little longer than usual.

On that note; I feel like Megatron's hugs go one of two ways depending; bone-crushingly tight and somewhat uncomfortable, or very gentle and delicate, like he might break Optimus. This is especially true if the domestic au is one in which the war happened BUT the characters experienced different fates.

Optimus’ version of flirting/The cute things Optimus does while dating/sparkbonded include but are not limited to; gently kissing/tracing old scars (reserved for intimate, private moments), reciting lines of old love poems Megatron wrote (always gets him flustered), interlacing their fingers when they hold hands.

Of the two, Optimus is better at damage control in comforting his partner. Megatron does his best but sometimes he may be a bit too harsh without meaning to be. I imagine they’re both closed off about how they feel, so their methods of comforting each other would be different than, say, if Optimus were comforting Bumblebee.

self indulgent scenario;

It’s been a long night. Prime’s work has kept him away from home for ages. Every now and again, filling his field is a profound slew of feelings, feelings Optimus is more than familiar with. His spark aches with longing. He vents softly as he stares at the screen before him, the words no longer making sense, like gibberish, as if it isn’t even cybertronian before. He can almost feel the old guilt of crimes long past and long forgiven, the dull ache of a life consistently patterned with mistake after bloody, violent mistake. Above all, his fuel tank squeezes tightly, so tight he can feel it in his chasis, so tight he almost can’t vent for the briefest of moments. A frown tugs his dermas behind his battle-mask. He sends a feeling of inquiery through the bond. He does not receive anything back. He opens his private comms.

“Megatron,” he quietly greets, voice reverberating off the walls of the empty room. “You’re still awake?”

He receives only a soft grunt in response.

“Are you alright?” he asks, aware that he may very well not receive an answer. He is correct. The anxiety that had filled his field, that had prompted his tanks to tighten, dissipates just slightly.

‘Optimus?’ Megatron’s voice is raspy. Like he had just slipped out of recharge. Optimus can hear the strain of his voice, quiet, crackling just slightly. ‘I...I must have fallen asleep.’

"Was it a nightmare?” he asks quietly, boldly, knowing it was better to simply ask as opposed to beating around the bush, casting a wayward glance over the city through the window, at the pretty lights, the weight of responsibility resting harshly on him once again. “I’m sorry, my love. I have received a last minute assignment that I must complete. I will be done soon.”

The feelings in the field dissipate, slightly, though it quickly became clear why— He could already feel the metaphorical walls rising through the bond.

‘Hurry up.’ comes Megatron’s groggy, brash order, something Optimus had gotten quite used to in the many vorns they had been together, and the comms click off. He can still feel a twinge of desperation. As if entrapped by phantom pain, Optimus can feel his mesh tingle, and he is almost overwhelmed by the desire, the instinct to abandon his post and rush home to his lover. But he knows he cannot do so, yet.

Through the bond, after several kliks of silence, several kliks of non-movement, several kliks of never-ending paperwork and feeling the ebb and flow of feelings Megatron tries to hide behind the wall, Optimus sends the sensation of touch. On the other end, Megatron can feel the sensation of a digit ghosting over an old scar about his arm, from the arena days. He covers his eyes, fighting the urge to scope out his hidden stash of engex.

Their shared field is filled with concern. Optimus turns off the screen.

“My love,” Optimus begins into his end of the comm. “Light of my life.” He can feel the hesitation on the other end, and the field is filled with a sense of familiarity. Megatron can’t help but recall all of the old days, when he had regularly called his beloved the light of his life. “Your past does not define you. You are not your mistakes.”

‘Darling,’ Megatron’s voice is a tad more understandable by then. Optimus knows he would never admit it, but he can hear the pain in his voice. The field is filled with the ghostlike sensation of digits intertwining with Megatron’s, servos wrapped around one another. ‘I ran into Starscream and Skyfire today.' Optimus must pause upon hearing that, his spark flickering just slightly. 'He looked at me with so much hatred.' It is a simple statement. Optimus can feel the field fillbonce again with dread. 'I have committed many wrong-doings, Prime.'

"I know, Old Friend." Optimus does not deny or defend. "It never gets easier."

'Yet you forgave me.'

"I did."

'How could you possibly forgive someone whose hands have caused so much destruction?’ Megatron asks, quietly, uncharacteristically. It is so unexpected that Optimus must reel for a moment, in a freefall of thought, knowing that his unmovable force of a sparkmate must feel truly tortured, if he is showing vulnerability such as this.

“The same hands that have caused destruction have also paved the way to rebuilding,” Optimus answers, stepping away from the computer, and collecting what few things he would need for his return home. “Your hands are hands of death and rebirth—and they have learned to love.” Through the bond, he sends old, vague memories. The soft, quiet moments, mostly. He can hear his lover exvent quietly. “You have made the attempt to rebuild from your mistakes. You need not suffer from them alone, anymore.”

The other end is quiet, but the comlink has not been disconnected. Through the bond he can feel the hypothetical walls collapse some, behind them a mix of feelings.

“The time has come to rebuild, Megatron," It is a simple statement. He can feel the slightest twinge of hope. "Allow me to rebuild with you."

There is the slightest sigh on the other end.

'Thank you, Little Prime.' Prime is sure he can imagine the slightest smile cross the gunmetal grey faceplates. 'Come home soon.'

The comms click off. Optimus sends through the bond the sensation of a soft kiss to the knuckle. They would be okay, he means to say through the sensation. He would make sure of it. He receives the sensation back.

They fall asleep again, peacefully this time, when Prime returns.

#megop #transformers megatron #transformers optimus prime #domestic au #megop headcanons #for all intents and purposes I have elected not to choose a specific verse because I'm indecisive #and simply am going off of the verse smoothie that lives in my dumb little head #god I love these dorks #I'm primarily going by tfp ngl #so I guess #tfp megop?#I have also taken inspiration from Cyberverse #I'm not good at writing Optimus yet I'm so sorry #I got carried away #i know i know it's sappy #but i don't care #AND YEAH MAYBE THIS IS OOC #but pls lemme be happy #let the bois be happy #may also be inspired by Megatron's redemption arc in MTMTE???? i haven't fully read it yet but I've seen some fans discuss his guilt #i imagine he is also haunted by the arena days if not by the war in the domestic au #I'm also not good at writing Megatron #maccadam

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the-shy-lonely-weirdo · 8 months

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This comic I started a looooooooong time ago and just… never finished it? I had more to it, but never got around to it. If anyone wants more, I might try to finish it.

ANYWAY I headcanon only miners, warframes and Seekers have red optics, thus giving them negative association to the general public. So Megatronus makes his optics blue so he can seem more “like the higher class” and become more “approachable.”

#tf #transformers prime #maccadam #orion pax #megatronus #Megatron #Optimus Prime #headcanons #transformers #tfp #comic #optics #issart #megop #megaop

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iwozlegit · 1 year

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|| 🍍• I’m probably not the first to say it, but imma gonna say it anyway…

…we were robbed with the Orion Pax arc in Transformers: Prime.

The fact that the 3 episodes supposedly spanned over a time period of months, is crazy.

Did Megatron make a conscious effort to actually “catch-up” with Orion when he said there’d be “plenty of time” for it?

If they did, what did they talk about? Was it awkward and short? Was it lighthearted and whimsical? Did it bizarrely feel as though the war had never been? Did Megatron lose himself in the illusion of a former friend?

If they didn’t, did Orion attempt to pursue a catch-up with the former gladiator, himself?

Did Orion forget to call Megatron his name, instead uttering Megatronus? How did the tyrant react to this? Was he insulted? Did he not mind in the privacy of their off-shifts?

What had been Orion’s final memory?

Did Orion ever inquire about Alpha Trion?

What did Orion get up to on his off-shift hours aboard the warship?

Did he have his rations in the company of others, or did Orion eat alone? Did he eat with Megatron?

Did Orion ever ask to venture to the Earth’s surface to see its beauty up close? Did Megatron go with him if permitted and show him?

Did Orion, inquisitive as ever, inquire why everyone looked so different - why Soundwave appeared so thin, why he, himself, felt so heavy, why Megatron seemed so distant and cold and angry?

What were his other interactions with Knock Out like, if there were any? Did he and Breakdown steer clear of him like the others? Or did Breakdown’s un-Decepticon and odd consideration for others spread and extend itself to the timid clerk with ease? Would Knock Out follow suit given his coy interest in the mech Orion became, or because of his partner’s kinder spark? Did Knock Out ever offer Orion a cool new paint touch-up?

What had Megatron worried Starscream would do or say to Orion when the warlord said “he did not…do or say anything troubling to you?” …despite the obvious, obviously. Why was Megatron so determined to live a lie?

Did Soundwave privately raise his concerns of allowing the amnesiac Prime so close to Megatron again, to the Decepticon leader himself? How would Megatron have reacted to it?

Did any of the rest of the crew hint at their concerns of having an amnesiac Prime aboard?

What unfolded after Orion slipped away?

What were Megatron’s real intentions of having Orion on board if Soundwave was capable enough to do the same thing?

Did Megatron think Orion, if provided another chance, would still want to be beside him after everything he’d done? Is that why the mistruths he told were so elaborate that he ended up getting caught in them and when Orion stirred to see their error, Megatron resorted to violence knowing that he could not save his fantasy???

…you know…just a few thoughts really :)

Ideas/headcanons ®️of @legitconcrusher

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trans-formers-n-stuff · 3 months

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megatron but he almost worships optimus' hatred for him. basking in the glory of their clashes because it's almost like intimacy, isn't it? that look that he gives megs, it's enough to keep the warlord up at night, enough to keep him away from recharge as he puts himself to work instead

of course op looks at her with that look in their optics. they can't stand what megatron has become. it was not meant to be this way, not ever. everyone is right. megatron is beyond saving, beyond redemption…

so why does optimus, even whilst praying to primus himself and renewing her vows as a prime, why in the galaxy does she still pray for megatron?

#they use any/all pronound to me #gender is a fuck more like gender is a fake #ohh burn!#haha yeah by the way i think primes are like paladins or something. falls off bed #megop #megatron #optimus prime #tf headcanons #transformers headcanon #transformers #transformers au #tf au

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thepainhouse · 4 months

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Dating Megatron headcanons (ES!Megatron x fem reader)

• He leaves you for a man

• He and Optimus Prime make out in front of you

• Can't see what's down his tits so he steps on you

• Megaussy so big it crushes you

• He forgets your first name

#transformers #tf #earthspark #megatron #megaop #megop #headcanons

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cinderoo · 2 years

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closing the distance between us

#transformers #tfp #transformers rid2015 #orion pax #optimus prime #megatron #megop #tfp megop #illustration #comic #robots #fanart #doodle #artists on tumblr #cinderoo #i am still weak to these two divorced robots #these ex husbands are killing me #megatron doesn't deserve forgiveness at all but i headcanon that he can work towards it.. and work towards reconciling with ex husband

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spreadwardiard · 1 month

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If you like megaop i want to be friends. Lets be cringe about this ship like its 2010 again pls.

#megop #megaop #megorion #spreadwardiardthoughts #orion pax #transformers #maccadam #megatron #megatronus #Please dont be afraid of my inbox #i am a freak for these two you wont scare me away #idc if we have different headcanons #i just want to be an obnoxious gremlin about these two bots #i wanna shove them together like two barbies like 'now kiss'

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lovinglonerhybrid · 3 months

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So adding on to my last post(https://www.tumblr.com/lovinglonerhybrid/741408580550508544/hey-can-we-let-optimus-have-a-book-store) let’s give ol’mgatron a biker bar. It’s a little bit out of town but becomes really popular as it’s the only good bar in town. Optimus (going by Orion) gets invited to go try this bar out he accepts and upon walking into this bar comes face to face with the owner who goes by Meg. This turns into the town getting very frustrated at the obvious sexual tension between the two which the two seem oblivious to . (There not oblivious there just two caught up in there own heads to see it) idk I just like the idea of megatron own in a biker bar having a very obvious crush on book shop owner Optimus.

#transformers #maccadam #transformers prime #tfp #megatron #tfp headcanons #tfp optimus prime #tfp megatron #megop #tfp megop #alternate universe #lol there in love

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showstopper35 · 9 months

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He Remembers (A Short TFP Fic)

a/n: I don’t know what this is I just needed to post something.

Megatron turns his attention to the notification on the screen. It’s a file from Soundwave. He opens it and steps back, instinctively contorting his face into anger. Then his features calm as, for a second, he tries to remember. The file is a poem.

And he remembers. He remembers a time where he was blinded by gold, where the sun would cover him and Orion, where between his activism he would write and change was coming.

Change that had now consumed him, change that swallowed the sun and tore up his writing in a fit of rage. Change that meant he would never smile at Orion again unless it was over his broken body.

He remembered writing that poem. Something he thought was genius. Orion read it and told him he was a visionary. Now he was a symbol of tyranny.

Alone on the bridge, Megatron closed his eyes. He pretended the glow of the screen was the sun. He pretended he was still writing, still next to Orion.

“Lord Megatron, Commander Starscream requests your aid.” A vehicon interrupted. Megatron opened his eyes and marched into the darkness of his ship.

The poem didn’t even rhyme.

#tfp #transformers #Tf #transformers prime #megatron #optimus #tfp megop #Megop #tfp headcanons

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bluereo · 2 years

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Headcanon:

Drunk Orion is the that one friend who dissappear in the middle of the night without a trace. No one is able to find him, and then he return few hours later with scratches, random paint stains, turbofox and some guy who he just met on the other side od the road.

I imagine Megatronus finding him once in some alley trying to befriend a pack of cybertronian equivalent of a rat when they went out together.

You can't tell me otherwise.

Bonus: Imagine Orion trying to fight Megatronus for interrupting creating his new friendship with animals.

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I've seen headcanons about how drunk Optimus/Orion would behave. And I have my hc about it :)

#tfp #transformers prime #optimus prime #megatron #megop #orion pax #transformers #megaop #random thoughts #i have no idea how should i tag #i had this idea and i needed to put it somewhere #headcanon #maccadam

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icyrambles · 4 months

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right so a friend of mine gave me a massive idea for a transformers fan continuity, so i'm gonna share it!

the headcanon is plural/system optimus prime for a fan continuity i'm working on. please note that these are just my own headcanons spawned from a friend helping me out with this fan continuity. so be nice!

orion pax emerges from the well of allsparks and is assigned as a dockworker. he is the host, the one on record. the guy everyone knows about. below the murky depths of his conscious mind, a fragment lurks. it doesn't say anything, hell it doesn't even have a name or a face or an identity to call its own but it is there

after many many vorns of work, of rough, punishing work hauling cargo and shipments from the docks of the mithril sea to the majour cities of cybertron, orion is given an upgrade. he is taken in by alpha trion, the head archivist of cybertron, who had found young orion's works on the intranet and captivated by the passion of this young worker, decided to take him on as an apprentice.

orion becomes very well researched, particularly fascinated by the many datapads regarding cybertronian mental disorders, especially the ones regarding plurality and the existence of seemingly multiple mecha within one frame. he's not really sure why exactly that sort of information intrigues him so much, but he notes it for later and continues on in his work.

many stellar cycles later, orion meets megatron; a miner from tarn who rose up to become one of the greatest fighters in kaon's great gladiator rings. they bond over poetry and their vast thirst for knowledge and slowly, they fall in love. and then.... orion is summoned by the prime himself, sentinel.

megatron urges him to take the opportunity, to potentially request that the prime try to dismantle many of the oppressive systems that now shackle people like megatron and to some extent, orion (who remember worked as a labourer for a good chunk of his existence before being taken in by alpha trion)

so orion travels to meet the prime and that's when everything goes wrong. he arrives in iacon, the great shining beacon of cybertron and he is immediately ushered into a private room with sentinel. and the prime is not happy, ranting almost nonsensically about "a successor" and "it's not my time to step down, it's mine"

when orion tries to get a word in edgewise, tries to tell his prime about all the torment and suffering that mecha like megatron and so many more suffer under, how their planet is being bled of resources, sentinel dismisses him. he tells orion that the system is working exactly as intended and that mechs like megatron are but dirt beneath his and orion's pedes.

orion is confused and very angry because megatron is his lover. he knows that the system shouldn't work this way and he tells sentinel as such. sentinel opens his chest to reveal the matrix and snaps at orion that "the system is working just as intended, otherwise this would tell me otherwise. primus chose me and clearly he is more than satified with the way i've been running things"

orion leaves iacon, defeated and angry and filled with a sense of rage that feels so unlike him. megatron tells him its not his fault and the two of them agree that something has to be done.

so they visit the well of allsparks, probably the most religious location on all of cybetron. something calls orion to the well, something deep inside him. its similar to that rage he felt earlier, like its someone else in control.

my version of the matrix is unlike other continuities. it is a religious artifact that sentinel has in his possession for most of the time but he returns it to the well of allsparks for religious holidays and such. this version of the matrix selects the leaders of cybertron, tailored specifically for whatever the mecha of the planet need at that time. and they need a leader, one who will listen, one who will fight. and that mech is not orion.

the matrix calls to orion. he ignores the many guards surrounding it, almost entranced. megatron tries to stop him, tries to get him away because what good has the matrix done anyways, we don't need it. but orion ends up touching the matrix, letting its light consumes him. and the mecha who returns to the well of allsparks is not orion pax, but optimus prime my version of optimus prime is a dormant fragment that got lost in transit while orion's full consciousness was forming.

orion is the host, he's the one who was in control for most of the pre war era. optimus on the other hand, is a mech whose identity is formed by the matrix' overwhelming need for a being who will fight against the corruption that has burned through cybertron's very core. megatron, meanwhile is freaking out. his friend, his lover just vanished in a flash of light. he's being interrogated by guards when another flash of light engulfs the room and then a mech who looks similar to orion appears. he's bigger, taller, with more armour and a battle mask snapped firmly over his face plates but that colour palette and the way he speaks sounds just like orion.

"i am optimus prime." the new mech says and then he collapes.

my version of optimus and orion are a duality. i am a fan of creating themes of characters who are opposites to each other. orion is the thinker, he is the one who reads and absorbs information. he craves knowledge. optimus is a fighter. he's built to fight and is heavily armoured and is very much willing to take on the system of cybertron if it means a better future for everyone else i think that orion has a lot of identity issues when he finally comes to and is told what happens. on the one servo, that explains why exactly he was so curious about plurality and felt a kinship with many of the first hand accounts he'd read. but on the other servo. there's literally a whole other person, one hand picked by primus himself to fight now inhabiting his frame alongside him. and that's a lot to take in. my version of orion grapples with the reality that he is never alone anymore and isn't that wonderful but also it'll never be just him anymore and that's terrifying. he also has to cope with the very real possibility that optimus might injure their shared body very badly in a fight

optimus is rather confused about the whole situation. mostly because he's existed for only a few minutes as a full person, not as a random fragment floating around in the depths of orion's processor. but he knows why he's here and what his goal is. he needs to help cybertron and he's more than ready to do his duty. the handsome gladiator that his headmate managed to bag probably isn't such a bad thing either lmao

megatron probably handles it the best. he's almost entranced by optimus, someone who is bigger than orion both in body and mind, who can grapple with megatron without straining a strut with that matrix granted strength. he's down fucking bad for the both of them is what i'm saying. he helps orion through the identity crisis and is there to assure and council both his lovers through all their problems. he is a bit shaken up when it first happens because he's honestly not sure if he'll ever seen orion again.

optimus and orion exist in a state of co-fronting and only one of them around for a long period of time. when its the both of them, their identities merge and warp and become close to something like one individual for the most part. they still exist as themselves but something about having their minds so close together for long periods of time blurs the line between optimus prime and orion pax. however when it's just one of them on their own, they are very much themselves.

orion, as mentioned is a thinker. he's the strategist, the diplomat and he's the one in front for the periods of time when the army is on their own on earth. he loves the life on the new planet and he is the one responsible for charging rewind to create a detailed history of their people

optimus is the one fronting for most of the time they are fighting. in a way he almost craves it, the thrill of combat, the glory of battle. he likes to interact with the army to, he gets to know most of the soliders and doesn't shy away from getting his servos dirty. he interacts with the troops and gets to really know his soldiers on a deep personal level. he's a very down to earth kind of guy and tends to not get caught up in emotional stuff as badly as orion, though he's got a lot of repressed feelings regarding stuff like the matrix and primus but it's better for him to just not think about that kind of thing

anyways i really like thinking about plurality in transformers. i'm a singlet (so not a system) but i'm friends with quite a few systems myself (one of which got me into transformers) so making plural headcanons (and by that i mean my massive brain friends make the headcanons and i immediately incorporate them into my belief system.) i get rather nervous posting my headcanons so please be nice <3

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#transformers #megop #optimus prime #orion pax #gosh i think so hard about plurality in transformers #like there's so many guys who are plural coded #i'm looking at you transformers animated #you know which guys you are #honestly its a shame that there's so few plural headcanons in transformers #but honestly that's most media so i'm going to do it myself #bonks optimus prime on the helm #you get the system stick buddy #i don't make the rules #the multi eyed eldritch angel who have me this headcanon does #icy writes

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seytazen · 1 year

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This is so late but dammit life has been rough lately I hope you can forgive me but here's an Earthspark ficlet for ya.

Optimus tapped a digit on the desk, staring at the data form waiting for him to read, fill out, and file it. He glanced at his chronometer mentally noting he had been at this for about an hour now… and not even the first question was done.

Tap tap tap tap tap.

This form was a field report for GHOST, he told himself. Therefore important. This report was already late, so it’s a priority now. Either way it must be done. He shifted in his seat, leaning forwards to get a closer look at the sentence.

Why couldn’t his processor just process the information? He knew how to read in English, so why are these English words registering as gibberish? He fidgeted with the stylus in his hand trying to keep his mind off of the terrible helmache brewing. He was also so tired… he hadn’t actually gotten any recharge in- 42 hours?

His optics glanced over to the other parts of his paperwork he had not gotten to yet. The large messy stack that took up a terribly large portion on his desk contained the various unread reports, to do paperwork, receipt copies covered with sticky notes, empty reusable energon cubes, and an empty orange prescription bottle.

Right… that was why.

He shook his helm. He couldn’t dwell on that too much, Ratchet said there was a shortage of the compounds he needed, but there was a shipment on the way. He just needed to hold out for another week.

Mind over matter…

Tap tap tap tap.

Oh come on, he had done this sort of stuff before. He just had worked through all sorts of things… a helmache and a little fatigue? It should be a walk in the park. He scratched behind his audio with another loud sigh. There's a million things he’d rather be doing right now… basketball sounded like fun. Maybe Elita would be free for a one on one- NO.

No no no.

Important paperwork first.

Important very late paperwork first.

Focus.

He flipped the stylus he was holding around in his right servo. He could do this, it was just a field report… Question one.

Question one…

Question…one.

He fiddled absentmindedly with the stylus in his servo. He sure had a lot of paperwork to do today. He had been terrible about letting it pile up this past week. And he knew that he had to have it finished if he wanted to watch the Lakers Game on Thursday. He still had the budget to do for this quarter, several reports from Megatron and Elita to read, Prowl’s patrol schedule for everyone needed to be confirmed, he still had this field report and the other three to do too for Executive Agent Croft, Agent Schloder had a few wordy reports in here as well.

There were also Arcee’s reports to read and file…

It’s been a little while since he checked up on Bumblebee too-and then the Terrans training needed to be checked up on. Dottie had mentioned something about them. What was it again? Right- he had been meaning to visit and Nightshade was rather curious about Cybertronian history and he still had a few textbooks laying around his quarters that he could loan out. Anything to keep Cybertron’s history alive and breathing right? Now that he thought about it, where did he put those? He knew they were in his quarters somewhere-but where? He really ought to clean his room sometime soon- he was certain that he was the main culprit of the missing cubes from the recreation room. He didn’t even know how many he had accidentally hoarded away, but Jazz was getting very persistent with the base wide emails asking- no pleading for them to be returned. Prowl wouldn’t be very happy if he had to give in and order some more to keep the rest of the autobots fueled. He should set a reminder to do that right now on his comm- oh right- he turned his comm off and he also couldn’t use the internet in his office right now- the router was unplugged. Well it was kind of important that he get a reminder on his comm about the missing reusable cubes, otherwise he would forget about it and then he would feel worse the next time he checked his emails and found another base wide demand for people to return the cubes when they were done with them. Speaking of emails, he should give his inbox a glance while he had his comm on-

Wait, now he was off track again.

Scrap.

He rubbed at his optics tiredly. His helm ached and he could go for a quick powerdown… after he does at least half of this paperwork because he wanted to go to the game on Thursday. Where was that ticking noise coming from? Right right- Earth clocks make noise because they have mechanisms that keep the time. There was one on the wall. How had he wasted another 20 minutes staring at this datapad??

Tap tap tap.

He narrowed his optics to it. Earth time was a lot faster than Cybertronian time, and it was dwindling away in front of him. He leaned against the back of the chair glaring down at the datapad again.

These were his responsibility. People needed him to get his paperwork in. And they needed it like yesterday. There were no excuses for a Prime being so lazy, so he just needed to get it done.

He stayed right where he was. It was like he was stuck…He glanced over at his comm’s full inbox blinking in his peripheral. He needed to do something about that, there was no telling how many messages he had missed while he sat here struggling to do anything about the massive pile of work he had neglected. Oh, there were a few missed calls from Bumblebee here too… maybe he should check up on him, it must be somewhat urgent if he’s calling- wait no! He was doing it again! He had turned off his comm specifically so he wouldn’t get distracted with a call or emails or TikTok videos! These papers were urgent too, and if Bumblebee needed something Elita and Megatron were both available to back him up.

He slumped over, putting his helm in his folded arms with a groan.

It was time to stop messing around. Stop procrastinating, and just do it. He had to. He had to. He had to…

Do it. Do it. Do it, do it, do it. DO IT NOW.

…

This was pointless…

Maybe a walk would help get his helm in order.

Optimus stood up slowly and walked to his office door in defeat, once again guiltily leaving the pile of paperwork behind him. Just 15 minutes. 15 minutes and he would try again. He had to, there was too much to do for him to not get anything accomplished again.

He shut the door behind him quietly as he looked back and forth down the empty hallway. He turned to walk down the hallway. Base was pretty much a long rectangle if you took the halls around the long way. Just to get some energon flowing, he’d take a quick walk and then go back to doing paperwork.

He paced down the hallway, letting his mind wander a little bit, but still watching for humans underfoot.

“OP! There you are, I was hoping I’d catch you,” a familiar voice called from behind him, the footsteps quickening to catch up to him. He froze in his steps before slowly turning around in dread.

Please don’t have another report.

“Elita,” he greeted back watching the pink femme walk up to him with a datapad in hand. He hoped that wasn’t what he was assuming it was… “What can I do for you?”

“Glad you asked,” she replied, holding the datapad out. He grimaced behind his mask, taking it from her servo. She continued to speak, “Saw the Do not Disturb sign so I held off, but hey, since I ran into you might as well give it to you. Getting all caught up?” She elbowed him gently.

He thought about telling her briefly. He really did. But if he admitted he was so far behind she would be appalled and ask why- and then he would have to explain why he couldn’t focus on measly data work, and that would lead to him trying to explain the disorder he had, and THAT would lead to her asking all sorts of questions about how he can want to do something but somehow can’t do it, and he didn’t have the time or the patience.

He didn’t want to be shamed for this, he was already ashamed of this problem as it was and that she knew he was behind in the first place.

“Um. Yes! Yes, I am,” he replied with a stiff nod, keeping a forced smile on his face. He was practically gritting his teeth. He didn’t care about lying, he really didn’t, but he didn’t want to make excuses for a hole he dug for himself. “Nothing quite like getting caught up on paperwork! I’ve just been churning them out, one right after the other!” He chuckled, hoping deeply she would buy it. “Just taking a little bit of a break and then I’ll get right back to work on them. Should be done really soon… Yes, another report should be no issue. Thank you, Elita.”

“Yeah, no problem! Keep up the good work, yeah? I’ll let you get back to your break,” she smiled, giving him a firm pat on the shoulder. “I’m hitting the gym. See ya at the watch party OP! Go Lakers!” She called as she jogged away.

He waved to her even as she disappeared around a corner. He slumped where he stood once she was completely out of view looking down at the training report he was just handed. The watch party… if he didn’t finish his paperwork he wouldn’t be permitted to go. And he had been looking forward to this game. He sighed, shaking his helm. What was one more anyway? He slowly turned back around and continued to walk.

He turned another corner through the hallways, holding the datapad from Elita in one hand as he let his thoughts wander as he walked. There was a soft tapping on his shoulder. He turned to see what it could be. He felt more weight settled on top of the report he was already holding. His optics widened a little bit, turning back to look down at his hands. He blinked, finding another two sitting on top of Elita’s newest report.

“Turning in my scouting reports! Thanks Optimus!” Arcee’s voice called from behind him. He wrenched his helm back behind him, watching her frame disappear around the corner he had just turned.

He sighed softly, turning back to stare harshly at the total of three new reports in his servos. “No problem…” he muttered.

…

He completed the loop around the base he had meant to walk, he still had zero interest in doing any of the work already piled on his desk, and he had somehow accumulated 7 more datapads to do.

There was an unpleasant pressure in his chest as he dropped them roughly on top of the pile. How frustrating- he just wanted to throw them all against the wall! He stared at the mess every passing second rage gathering in his spark. He could identify at least 65 different tasks he could do, and yet he couldn’t pinpoint on a single one to start on!

He stared harder, clenching his fists.

Annoyance/Frustration/Overwhelmed colored his field.

This was officially a breaking point. There was too much of it and he was sick of looking at it.

The only way there was to get it out of his sight was to do it.

He could do this.

All he had to do was start.

Just one at a time.

Knock knock knock.

Dammit, not now!

Knock knock knock.

He slowly turned to stare at the door. He could pretend he wasn’t here…

Knock knock knock

“Optimus? It’s Megatron. I know you’re in there!” He called through the door.

Optimus felt his optic twitch. So much for that idea. Begrudgingly, he opened the door a little bit. “What can I do for you, Megatron?” He asked, trying not to sound annoyed, but he knew he had failed when Megatron took a small step back.

Megatron gave him a small sheepish smile. “So how are the reports going?”

His optic twitched as he took a slow vent in. “…good. They’re going good,” he replied stiffly, not breaking optic contact with Megatron.

“Great! That’s great, So you won't mind if I hand you a few more?” He asked, pulling another three datapads from behind his back.

Optimus felt like he was on the verge of glitching. He took a deep intake staring at the additional three reports.

On top of the mess.

Frustration was rapidly building.

“Yes. I can definitely take those. That will not be a problem at all,” he replied, reaching out and trying to take them.

He must not be doing a good job at masking his building anxiety because Megatron gave him a look and pulled the pads back out of his reach. He frowned, raising an eyebrow. “Are you…sure?”

Optimus hesitated. He must have had a tone. He straightened up a little bit, speaking slowly and reminding himself that this was his fault- not Megatron’s. “Yes. I’m sure,” he sighed. “Sorry, I’m just a little tired is all.”

Megatron slowly tried to look over his shoulder and Optimus quickly sidestepped to block his view of the messy office. Megatron narrowed his optics just a little bit. “Optimus, are you absolutely sure you’re okay taking these now? I can always bring them back later if you aren’t caught up-“

“I am caught up! I am. I’ve got it under control. So I’ll just take these now,” he replied, panic seeping into his voice. He couldn’t let Megatron figure out he was drowning in procrastination! Elita finding out was doable, but Megatron would certainly judge him. “It’s no issue! I assure you.”

Megatron seemed to hesitate, looking at Optimus critically. “You just seem kind of… jittery. You know, if you’re having trouble catching up…” Optimus narrowed his optics a little bit, beginning to grow rather short tempered all of a sudden.

“I’m not having any trouble catching up-“ Optimus replied in a low warning tone.

“All I’m saying is if you need a little help-“

“Megatron, I assure you, there’s nothing to worry about. I am on top of it. I do not need help and I am perfectly capable of datawork so why don’t you just hand over the reports!” He snapped, exasperated by Megatron’s concern.

A low whistle from behind him caught his attention. “Wow… quite the stack there, huh?”

His spark sank rather quickly. He knew Dottie was standing by his desk. Shame was burning through him as he turned around to face her. “Lieutenant Malto…”

Dottie chuckled. “I was starting to wonder why my paperwork is still pending…”

Megatron stepped inside the office now that Optimus had been found out and was no longer focused on keeping him out. . “Yikes… and I thought I was terrible with paperwork,” he teased. A part of Optimus knew it was meant to be in good nature, but it tugged at him.

“Usually I’m not this terrible with it…” he replied softly, shutting the door behind Megatron and watching Dottie scale the side of his desk. “Trust me, no one is more frustrated with this mess than I am. If I could I would, but I just… can’t.

“So what’s going on then, Big Rig?” Dot asked as she searched for another crevasse to further her climb up.

Megatron strolled over to the side of the desk to give Dot a boost. The orange bottle caught his optics. He sat Dot down and slowly picked it up.

Optimus visibly bristled at it averting his optics.

Dottie looked between Optimus and the empty bottle Megatron held. “I assume it has something to do with that?” She asked, crossing her arms.

Megatron gave him that concerned look he had practically mastered over the last 15 years.

The one that merely said ‘spill it.’

No point in hiding it now…

He sighed heavily leaning against the door and folding his arms. He looked down at the floor. “…I’ve always had trouble doing desk work,” he said, shaking his helm. “It’s boring and monotonous and I sit down to do them, and I get… stuck… I-I know it sounds strange. I want to sit down, focus, and finish my paperwork, but I can’t do it.”

“Can you elaborate on that?” Dottie asked crossing her arms and looking up and down the piles that towards precariously around her.

Optimus looked back up at the orange bottle Megatron was holding. “It’s not that I don’t want to do it… it’s like my mind won’t let me. I’ll get distracted with thinking about all the other tasks I need to do, or I’ll try to focus on what is in front of me suddenly I’m unable to comprehend any data input I observe, or I’ll set it down for two minutes and accidentally forget I was supposed to do it in the first place, or its something ridiculous- like the sound of electricity or air conditioning drowns out my thoughts. I talked to Ratchet about it years ago, and after I talked to Ratchet I went through a series of tests and he diagnosed me with this uncommon computing disorder. It’s a little bizarre and it sounds like I just don’t want to do it, I know, but It really does render me unable to ‘regulate my attention.’ Ratchet makes this medication for me to help fix it. I don’t know everything that’s in it, but I do know when I take it, it helps me feel much better… I’m able to focus, I feel more in control, and I don’t forget things as often,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

“So… why is this bottle empty then?” Megatron asked, shaking it gently to illustrate his point. “Why not go get more medicine from Ratchet?”

Optimus sighed, rubbing a servo down his face. “Ratchet can’t refill my prescription right now. He doesn’t have the components he needs to make it…”

Megatron let out a quiet “oh.” Dottie walked over the edge of the desk and sat, her legs dangling. “Sounds a lot like something humans have sometimes. We call it ADHD. It’s actually pretty common on Earth. How long have you been without your meds OP?”

“What day of the week is it?” He asked frowning, trying to remember. “Tuesday.”

Optimus recounted the days. “A week ago?”

“Bots have something called withdrawal, Megs?” Dottie asked, looking over at the former decepticon. “You know, you stop taking something and you get jittery and you start feeling a little sick?”

Megatron gave a firm nod. “We do. It’s not fun,” he said, shaking his helm. “And that certainly explains why you look like you haven’t recharged in a good while.”

Optimus sighed faintly letting himself slide down against the door to sit on the floor, his field still buzzing with distress. He felt pressure beginning to build behind his optics. He felt horribly small in that moment- Optimus Prime defeated by mounds of datapads and sticky notes- that was a line for the history books. He pulled his knees to his chest staring at the floor. “I want to get it over and done with- but all I can think about is how badly I want to sleep and how much my helm aches, and the fact that Prowl is going to end me if he ever finds out about how many cubes I’ve forgotten to return, and how deeply embarrassing it is that I’m still a week and a half behind on data work after I’ve taken every precaution to limit distractions, and I’m never going to catch up ever let alone by Thursday evening because my CPU doesn’t work right.”

“Why is Thursday the deadline?” Dottie asked, tilting her head. “The basketball Game,” Megatron replied, all too familiar with Optimus’s love of the Earth custom. “The game is televised on Thursday night and there’s a watch party. He wants to go, but obviously if Croft or Schoder or Primus forbid- Prowl catches him doing extracurriculars while he’s this far behind on paperwork- they aren’t going to be happy.”

Optimus nodded with a heavy sigh. “There’s 78 datapads on that desk. I’ve completed 3 of them in 10 days. If I want to watch the game with everyone else then I need to complete at least 26 of them today, 26 tomorrow, and 26 before 6 o’clock on Thursday.”

Megatron hummed thoughtfully before he sat down in Optimus’s office chair looking down at the report sitting open and ready to be filled out. “A week ago, you engaged a rogue decepticon during your scheduled patrol, right?”

Optimus frowned, recalling that afternoon. “Yes.” “Out of curiosity- what happened?” Megatron asked, picking up a stylus. “I was patrolling the Southeast quadrant of my route during the morning and I came across a trail of muddy footprints that were far too large to be anything other than a cybertronian’s, so I followed them through a clearing in the tree line. I found and identified Hook, a known Decepticon Medic. I confirmed my suspicions that he was alone then I cornered him and asked him to comply and told him I was arresting him. He resisted, there was a short exchange of blaster fire, I temporarily stunned him with a good shot that landed on his shoulder, I overpowered him and he submitted. He was taken back to base loaded in my trailer.”

There was a beat of silence and the sound of a pen scribbling away. He blinked slowly looking up from the floor and at Megatron. It was only a moment more before the datapad he was writing away at was tossed in his “finished” basket.

Optimus watched as he grabbed the next datapad off the pile.

“Megatron,” he said, frowning. “You really don’t have to do my paperwork for me. It’s my responsibility not yours…I’ll just not go to the watch party- it’s fine.”

He clenched his fists, willing himself to not sound quite so upset about it, because it was just a game- but still.

“I’m not doing your paperwork for you,” he said looking up from the datapad. “You’re telling me what to write. I’m just moving my hand accordingly, Prime.”

They locked optics for a moment, Optimus’s confused and Megatron’s sympathetic. “Why are you helping me with this?” He asked, sounding far smaller than he ever would admit. “I’m sure you’d rather spend your off time doing anything else.”

Megatron gave a small shrug, a ghost of a smile tugging on the corner of his mouth. “Maybe I want my fraggin paperwork processed. And I guess, maybe I also know what it's like drowning in crap you have to get done when it feels pretty damn hard to function and I’ve got some sympathy hidden away in my spark for your sorry backside, Prime.”

“But-”

“But nothin!” Megatron interrupted, pointing the stylus at Optimus. “Let’s just get these blasted datapads where they belong, hmmm? If you feel that bad then you can thank me by owing me a favor later.”

Optimus paused in his half formed protest and slowly smiled at Megatron. “Fine, then.” he sighed, letting one leg stretch out in front of him. “Let’s hear the next one…”

-end

#transformers earthspark #tfe optimus prime #tfe megatron #hints of #tfe megop #megaop #dottie #tfe dot malto #fluffy #in honor of the national shortage on ADHD medicine #adhd #audhd #based on author experience with mental illness #daily does of headcanons #headcanon

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