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justhauntley · 4 months

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Okay okay okay long post but,

I need to say this cause it's nearly midnight and this idea is keeping me awake! Please tell me if you like the sound of the idea or if you think it's a bit of a stretch lol

So I started thinking about this today and cannot stop but y'know those Danny Phantom AU where Danny has a space obsession but everyone assumes it's actually a protection obsession?? I had an idea where, what if they're not assuming and Danny's pretending to have a protection obsession because he doesn't want his rouges to feel guilty about keeping him from his obsession?

Here me out! What if Danny feels like pretending to have a protection obsession is necessary to keeping his rouges happy and content while fulfilling their obsessions? He wants them to be happy because it means they'll be more satisfied and will come around less (he hopes). His rouges are more than happy to attack because they feel like they're helping Danny fulfill HIS obsession!

Eventually Danny starts to think of it like he's performing for those around him, like he's the star of the show he didn't realize he was in- He finds himself watching plays and operas and broadway shows and he enjoys them?? Which he didn't expect! Soon he becomes a bit obsessed with putting on the perfect performance for others, but obviously that has side effects on his mental health.

Maybe we can bring in some Ghost King Phantom? Like he becomes the Ghost King once he's graduated university or something and to his surprise, Frostbite tells him that he has a new Performance Obsession and of course this can give an opportunity for angsty spirals... Also if I'm being completely honest, the design and personality I have in my head for him is reminiscent of Furina from Genshin Impact, which I'm pretty sure was an accident, especially because I finished the newest quest yesterday... But whatever... I'll worry about it later.

If enough people like the idea I'll probably put a story and designs together, might even throw some dpxdc into the ring who knows, I sure don't! Anyway, my first time actually putting thought into an AU idea and I'm having a lot of fun with it. Let me know what you think!

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acheronist · 16 days

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so as far as i can tell, he got hit with a moment of Existential Panic And Misery and then wrote down his account of his entire sailing career to add in next to his issued ID papers in the wallet. so if the wallet survived then we would know who he was. thanks bestie the clues did help.

#tho he did conveniently leave out the year (1833) where he got disrated and lashed for being drunk and mutinous (according to wikipedia)#and the wikipedia source is a e g jones cited so i trust it #but still. gay people lying on their resumes across time and space amen #anyways sorry about the damaged spots tho.. i'm doing my best. i'm certain a few words in here are wrong lol #his script is so faded and loopy....#it gets really tough to trace/read properly in spots even with the photoshop editing etc #henry peglar #📜#peglar papers

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some-creep · 3 months

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Your name is . . .

But history will remember you by your title.

The Grand Empress. And for your role bringing power to the Empire.

You come from a long line of gifted individuals. Those who not only perceive the song of life, but can manipulate it as well.

But you are exceptional even amongst the gifted.

It was you who discovered the gift of intergalactic travel. You who conceptualized the first human habitats on other worlds. Most importantly it was you who gave life to the machine servants, who without their skills, humanity might never have been able to achieve such greatness. They can perform any task a human can do, follow any order perfectly, all without needing to worry about occupational hazards.

After all, if a machine dies, no one has to mourn. The only loss is monetary. A loss of resources, perhaps even if time, but it is only a life fully artificial that can be created again and again.

They look like humans, walk like humans, and talk like them as well. But they are not. They are designed that way to be easy to work with, but every one is an identical copy to her peers.

There is no guilt in sending them into a hostile environment, knowing full well they will perish. The pain they feel is only simulated. It only reminds them to avoid damage wherever possible, and if it is not possible they are made to ignore it. Their deaths do not matter, but it's a waste if they behave recklessly.

You do not know why there are occasional variations between them. Sometimes it is beneficial, other times it is a detriment. You work to better streamline their creation to ensure every community that has machine servants knows exactly what to expect from them. Should one behave differently, it would not take long for humans to turn their back on the idea.

If one should behave differently, the others might learn they can do the same.

You colonize other planets. You take up residence on one that used to be exceptionally hostile to human life. The environmental hazards it once presented now seem trivial from your palace in the sky. In doing this, you prove you believe in your cause. You tell your followers this is the will of the universe. And you would know. You are in tune with it like no other.

Gradually others will follow to leave humanity’s cradle. Not just scientists and explorers, but regular, everyday people who hope to find a better life elsewhere. They believe in your teachings. Why shouldn't they? You've done nothing but prove yourself time and time again.

You hope things continue to flourish for humanity. You send scouts further and further out in the solar system. Collect data on each celestial body you can to determine its viability. You are a hero to humanity. No, you are their God. A creator of both land and life. Without you, they would be nothing.

But all is not well.

You hear distant murmurs of unrest. The people are growing unhappy with your rule. Ungrateful, you think, after all you've done for them. And you ask so little in return but obedience. They think you neglect far away settlements intentionally. They accuse you of hubris in your expansion. If you cannot care for the furthest reaches of space, you should not have claimed them as your own.

You ignore the rumors of revolution for now because you see no point in scaring everyone. It looks better if you focus on progress. You create new machine servants to fulfill different purposes, giving them more complex jobs requiring them to think and act totally autonomously. They make choices all with one goal in mind: furthering the Empire.

One day, for the first time, you see the word “Replika” written in a paper confiscated from a suspected revolutionary. The next you learn that several people have started referring to the machine servants as such.

A small group, who's origins you cannot be certain of, is attempting to recruit the machine servants to their cause. They call them Replikas and themselves Gestalts. They define themselves as existing because of one another, not in spite of. A Gestalt, to them, is simply a person who is not a Replika, and a Replika is simply a person who is not a Gestalt.

Some of the machine servants seem to take a liking to this idea. You have no choice but to take action.

For the first time it hurts you to see one of them die when you are forced to decommission your personal assistant who had been with you for years. Somehow she'd gotten wind of the cultural shift, and asked to be called a Replika instead. She thought it sounded nicer.

Against your better judgment, you have her buried in a floating garden behind the palace.

You did not intend for the machine servants to fight. They were not designed for this, but as unrest grows, they take up arms. The revolutionaries you had hoped to ignore have recruited many of your machine servants, promising them a fairer life. You doubt the validity of the promise.

One of your production factories is taken over. It began shortly after to produce so-called “Combat Replikas”. You don't understand how they managed to so effortlessly copy your methods. The Replikas they produce no longer resemble humans as closely as yours did but you learn they are copying the minds of humans to make them. The people chosen don't even need to be alive to be used as templates. This was never your method… The creatures walking around now make you feel sick. A twisted hybrid of man and machine in your mind, yet still a product of your life's work.

A war soon follows. Your armies aren't equipped to handle a threat like this. You know it is only a matter of time before they manage to overtake all of your settlements. Your most loyal will fight and die for you as martyrs. Fight in battles they never had a chance of surviving as a Replika guns them down with pinpoint accuracy. They were designed, by you, to be efficient.

You will not die at the hands of the enemy. You will not allow your body to be made an example of. You will go peacefully by your own doing, in your own bed. You trust in your beliefs that you will be safe after death. You will join the rest of the departed souls amongst the stars. You trust your remaining machine servants to know what to do with your body when they find it in the morning.

Your name is Falke.

You are a newly produced top of the line bioresonant Replika.

And you will be remembered for your role in the destruction of the Empire.

#signalis #the grand empress #signalis falke #uh this is really hard to tag properly sorry #i was thinking about her again... thinking about the space civil war #i remembered the stuff from the empire doesn't say Replika or Gestalt so I was like hmm let's do something with that #pwease don't be mad the timeline isn't even close to canon this is ENTIRELY based on vibes ok #think of it more as an au idea i guess #canon to the left

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dandelion-roots · 4 months

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[ID: a pencil and ink drawing of dazai and chuuya from bungou stray dogs. dazai is sitting with one leg bent in front of him and the other bent on the floor. he's shirtless and has stylized top surgery scars and a variety of scars. his coat is draped over one shoulder and he's wearing his white pants and black shoes as well as bandages around his neck and visible arm. his head is tilted to the side and he's blushing and smirking as he looks at chuuya whose head is at dazai's shoulder. chuuya's right hand is holding dazai's hair and his other is holding dazai's forearm from where dazai is holding chuuya's shoulder. chuuya is also blushing and looks annoyed. he's wearing a shirt and black pants. the signature says dandelion-roots. end ID]

✨ a little 2 am trans dazai for your perusal~ ✨

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #soukoku #dazai osamu #chuuya nakahara #trans dazai #hes just trans to me. youre not cis not to me not if its u <3 #i love unhinged depressed men #wasnt originally gonna post this bcs it was just a 2 am doodle but it got peer approved and why not? this is my house #dont question anything going on here it is what it is and i love it despite its flaws #also im so sorry to anyone using cc its brain fog time and i cannot. write properly so its just a bit of a mess #also yes i did draw a good chuuya hand holding dazai's hair and then coloured it all black. it was too small to leave dividing space oops

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heartvisor · 17 days

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it's been set up a lot since the beginning but the atropos-rinne interactions thus far have really started to feel stand-out now in the light of the two's confrontations in 29 and 30

the two relate to each other in a way that feels so strikingly lonely. while she is certainly genuinely concerned for her, i think there is also the idea that rinne sees atropos in part from the perspective of, "if she can be saved and live normally, then even i can be saved"--a way to satisfy her experiences of persistent isolation in the wake of her father and social estrangement

atropos in turn can identify that intent and is disgusted by it. what she believes is needed for herself after all, is not "normal"

struggling with loneliness herself however, her own identification with rinne compels her to single out and isolate the other in feelings of self-disgust and self-suspicion--so as to become an existence closer to her. especially in light of her garnered friendships and victories, the world rinne wants to live in feels utterly and increasingly inaccessible to atropos, and so she pushes back in the way she does.

(here, re: attacking tsukumo) "what is terrifying about atropos is that she understands rinne's feelings better than she does herself, and comes to makes use of them."

the work done with these two becomes more interesting the more i revisit them. it has the groundwork to really embody some of that hero-monster struggle with mutual recognition and wretched alienation i really enjoy out of the series :0c

#sorry if this is all a bit of a mess or doesn't really make sense.. just! i have a lot of thoughts about rinne rn..#i hope this current stretch of eps let her get properly disruptively angry/upset #like! really giving her that space in the show to express and sort through her frustration and wants.. that sort of thing is important 2 me #krtext

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staryarn · 23 days

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Vague speculation and MAJOR canto iv spoilers

My only actual speculation is that the "cathy" (red text at the end) talking is carmen (trying to get hc to distort) and the purple text is cathy.

The whole cathy in the coffin image, yi sang talking about them 'producing a human' and Faust kind of agreeing, the parallels between that and lobcorp, the whole 'woman of light put in a coffin and. Is kind of related to light (carmen being yeah and cathy w the golden borough), the leviathan parallels (and also callbacks). Like my god

While I've never read Wuthering Heights I know like. Enough through osmosis. The constant mentions of dogs (both for Heathcliff and hindley), the book adaption of hc vs the lcb version , and my god

And the like. References to the bodysack ego

+ how other people have noticed that faust goes inbetween third person ans the recent 'I' (and how recently dante said that it seemed like she was pausing and looking off somewhere like. Omg lore)

+ the ryoshu lore like. Augh

The fact that this is the third distortion (bc as far as I remember ahab was an ego like dongbaek) and like. Cathy mentioning sins. Likenits so much to take in and I'm scared of whatever we'll face next week

I can only hope we'll actually see that hc mirror id (and learn how the hell he hopped mirror worlds)

#shiko speaks #imagine if this was canto 3 where everything was released at once like. ill admit at first it was annoying but the week long spaces give #time to digest whats going on and go insane about it #limbus company spoilers #hopimg to god this formats properly otherwise blease block the tags #canto vi spoilers #SORRY I GOT IT WRONG IM SO TIRED #i ttped iv not vi

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jinstronaut · 25 days

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this is also why i stopped using my tracked tag for a while tbh

#and i might do it again bc its just #a reminder that no one rly cares abt what i do / who i am etc #which might sound over dramatic idk how else to describe it tho its just hollow #it feels very much like a Chore and a Task and if i dont reblog things fast enough from my tag #people get very angry and/or upset with me even tho theres just #so much content and i have 0 time so everything gets queued no matter what #like this whole experience feels like a chore lmao #and it never ever used to #but now theres so much animosity if i dont behave / interact with things Properly #or whatever the make believe rules are idk #this dash can just be so negative like have we all truly descended into madness during this hiatus #bc like i get it ive been up and down and all around too but ive never been straight up MEAN to anyone in this community #and i never want to either so this entire situation thats been bubbling for months just feels like shit #bc what the fuck changed and how do we get back to where we were #i never ever ever ever felt this way before like idk the middle of last year #but ever since like last fall its just been idk. Bad #once again im sorry if ive ever done anything to upset anyone but my silence / absence doesnt mean i dont care #ive just been Incredibly busy due to some real life changes that are out of my control #i might not have energy to answer everything but i do Read everything and it does make me smile #and i save messages that are kind in my heart so i can be reminded of the root of what this blog is supposed to be #a space for something im very passionate about and previously had nowhere else to express said passion #so like idk if we all like the same things why does this weird feeling of competition linger over us lmao #why do all ccs have to fight???? each other???? when we all love and do the same things????#i have nothing against anyone personally but what i Do take issue with is the way that ive been doing this since 2021 and im fully just #ignored and shoved aside by so many people for reasons i fully dont know or understand #so yeah idk this is a novel i just woke up from a spontaneous nap bc im so exhausted i can only stay awake for 3 hours at a time #but yeah anyways idk !#be nice its so easy !#tbd

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schmoel · 1 month

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lesbian jizztho joel incorporating their colors into his builds/clothes/hair. what if we all just died.

#jizztho #sorry i thought again of joel using pink in his builds. i know it's because he has such a cutesy building style but what if. lizzie <3 #plus all the cute art of him changing his green streak to a pink one #and for etho he already has the etho face skin + he's 100% gonna incorporate something etho related into his base. watch this space #if etho changes his skin this season for joel AGAIN .#if it's a green hair strand ill kms #i #wait sorry i should tag this properly lol #hermitshipping

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rainymoodlet · 9 months

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i mean legit the best example i can give of dan’s purposeful censorship of his life was in that last post tbh

his reality: horrific absolute monster deadbeat dad who made him and his family’s life a living hell

what he says: my dad was mean to my mom :(

#he’s not LYING… he just… refuses to go further fjdjjf #like if his siblings want to vent to him abt their dad??? go ahead #but dan is a Steel Fortress ugh #i could talk abt him for hours i’m sorry pff #it wasn’t that he was expected to be a protector or his mother or younger siblings assigned him that role - he’s just… like that #he decided very early on that he could Handle It - no matter what It was #because as long as someone could handle it they could all be okay #it wasn’t that he was expected to step between his mother and his father he just… did #and earlier in the same day he and his dad could have gone out hunting and sat in odd comfortable but not at all friendly or loving silence #but god… he’s been so repressed for so long #he only knows how to be there for others - i don’t think (even for as insightful and confident in himself #because of his years of introspection that he has) that i can properly even put into words #how much this man has mistaken having a restricted section in his library for healing and Moving On #he still has trouble hanging out with his siblings - he still feels guilt - he still feels like he’s been stuck in some strange limbo #of life. he’s very lucky to be where he is and doing what he loves #but some mornings he wakes up and he’s still that fourteen year old boy #whose face aches and ribs hurt and when he comes to… he doesn’t feel any ownership of the space he occupies #he’s just… there.#daniel is the boy who practices a few smiles as he pushes himself to sit in bed because he can hear his baby siblings running down #the hall to let him know breakfast is ready - and he told them yesterday that the broken nose was nothing and the black eye was fine #and giving them that relief will always come before the sick feeling in his stomach and the fear coiling around his neck #i could wax poetic abt this sumbitch for hours omg pls bless you if you read this AT ALL idk if anything i say abt daniel makes sense fjfhf #child abuse tw //#military yt man marries local selvadoradan beauty whose twenty years younger than him - does their eldest son have some #Serious Generational Trauma?? vote now on your phones!!! 📞#dan takin a hit for everyone in the house at one point or another: light work no reaction #dan learning there’s cucumbers in his food: 😰😭😢🤕

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nordic-language-love · 5 months

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Heard one of the kids actually use 'kimi' the other day and I was like ????? I thought that was rude???

#i don't think they like this one kid (to whom 'kimi' was aimed at) very much though so maybe that's why #i feel kinda sorry for him bc he's clearly neurodivergent #doesn't play games properly/take turns #shouts out answers when they're supposed to wait for me to call on them #interrupts others and talks loudly over me #doesn't understand social cues so he gets up in people's faces and in their personal space #i had to do an incident report this lesson bc he put his arm around these two kids and one of them turned and punched him #he's just trying to be funny/friendly and make the lesson enjoyable for him but the other kids obviously find it annoying

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birthdaycakeplate · 2 years

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Truce era. Exploring the galaxy together (because Megatron was assigned this little AutoBrat, and he’s stuck with him now...).

It’s tolerable for the few minutes out of the cycle they deign to talk to one another like civilized mechs.

Other times, it’s Optimus fussing disproportionately over Megatron getting a slice in his chassis -if only because it was his fault Megatron got it in the first place by rushing in to protect him against some alien threat they’d gotten themselves mixed up in.

And in lieu of a thank you -which would mean admitting the whole ‘protecting thing’ just happened- Optimus yells at him ✨

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“Let Ratchet fix that, before it leaves a mark!” Both attempts at inspecting the incision are thwarted by Megatron simply standing at his full height and out of Optimus’ reach.

“You think me so weak-“

“Don’t give me that speech again!” Optimus threw up his hands, waving them as close to Megatron’s face to cause a stir as he could- only managing about chest height.

The ‘Con sneered past them at the little blue face below, only wishing he was more upset by Optimus’ infamously blasé treatment of him than he was.

Something positively thrilling coiled in his tanks when the firetruck talked to him like this. A way no other would dare.

“As I understand it, you’re known rather well for your own rambling speeches.”

Unfortunately, so. Beyond his old earth bound teammates snoring away over the ones he’d use to give about the Autobot Cause, he’d heard in whispers when no one knew he was around that his New Cybertron Division speeches about ‘Cons and ‘Bots coming together and respecting one another were garnering more mockery than inspiration.

Honestly, if he could turn the part of his brain module off that needed to see peace and order amongst the most hopeless of mechs, he would.

He’d settled for ignoring Megatron and his sadly accurate claim instead.

“What do you understand about anything?! You won’t even allow a medic to help you!”

Megatron rolled his optics and stared down his nasal ridge at the other. Puffing himself up for a holy display of prestige.

“Really, Prime? This is not scar worthy.”

Optimus shook his fist.

“What does that even-“

“This~ is scar worthy.”

Oh, if only the little mech had known what was coming for him.

Megatron flexed his arm at Optimus’ optic level to show the myriad of scuffs and trauma -so faint, they were almost imperceptible- that he’d acquired over millions of years of ruthless punishment, right there for him to see.

As he anticipated, cocky aft, the little Prime responded with immediate intrigue, jaw snapping shut.

He stared in shock for a moment before realizing Megatron was in no hurry to put the show away. Awaiting some form of a response.

Optimus tried to expel the silence with something functional and sensible to say. Something to discourage Megatron’s abhorrent unprofessionalism.

Useless drivel was all he could formulate.

“Wow! That’s, uh- Oh, that’s... it’s...wow.“

Megatron’s delight went unnoticed- Optimus locked on the bruising gnashes in otherwise smooth metal.

A string of nonsense about Optimus not condoning the neglect of one’s chassis warbled out beaten those plush, parted lips. And with that single weak protest, the rest of his processing power became a scramble to appraise the roguish display stood before him.

Megatron tried not to tense his muscles beneath the scrutiny.

“This one looks like it was deep!” Optimus said, studying the line over the swell of Megatron’s bicep, subconsciously feeling himself lean closer than was likely appropriate.

But when would he get another chance like this?

Not... not that he’d been waiting for a chance like this in the first place...

It was just... Megatron was millions of years old. Millions of years seeing battle- the wars Optimus had only read about. Megatron had actually been in them, and here was the astounding proof of that

Megatron’s confidence soared.

“Absolutely.” He belatedly answered and straightened his shoulders.

“I was stranded and starving for nearly five orn without any way to contact Starscream- back when she was reliable.... We’d gotten separated during a raid and I-“

To his shock, Optimus’ servos began to slowly creep upwards towards the wound. Megatron’s sudden silence brought Optimus’ attention back to his faceplate, his servos stopping as soon as the little mech became aware of what he was doing. Hands hovering an inch above the heated metal.

Megatron took note of it, and something began to flicker to life in the depths of his spark. That familiar thrill. The glimmer in his calculative gaze went thankfully overlooked once again by the enchanted little thing below- Too concerned with the urge to reach out and touch the tensing plates at his fingertips, but too embarrassed to do just that.

“...Here,” Megatron turned towards him for better access.

“You can feel for yourself.”

An invitation, if there ever was one.

Optimus flinched. He glanced upward -to a considerably tamer look in the bigger mech’s optic, who knew the other would only run if he’d seen that cunning glean- and decided that Megatron sounded so certain that surely it’d be ok if he just... maybe just a touch... just a little one...

Megatron turned his chest into him, cloaking him in his shadow and locking them away from any wandering optics. Optimus tended to need a lot of encouragement, and this seemed to be just enough.

The smaller mech swallowed and let his palms settle on the warm metal. Digits twitching with the effort not to test the strength under the armor of those powerful servos. He was already making a spectacular fool of himself, better not add to it by looking the swooning damsal.

The scars lightly caught against the tips of his fingers, as he moved over them. Upon discovering each one, he allowed his hands to trace them over until they met with the next one- then following a new path. Practically groping at the ex-warlord’s bicep.

“Um, uhm...” His finials flicked, fingers trailing along a scar on his forearm, looking to be another deep gash that’d healed impressively so. Possibly having cut all the way to his circuitry once.

That Megatron was a living piece of history, one that’d weathered tremendous stress in this frame, and now Optimus was touching it?

He flushed to the tip of his finials, though blissfully unaware of it. Laser focused on the piece of fine architecture before him.

“T-this is very.... um....nice.”

Knowing perfectly well that charming little blush was his own doing, Megatron had to force himself to keep from ruffling himself up and making too much of a show. Some amount of humbleness was due- galactic war terror of the ages, or not.

“This one came from you.” He purred, a bit too sultrily, and took a cobalt blue hand in his own to help guide it across the scar, up towards his shoulder seam.

“It might very well be my favorite.”

So much for humble...

He cocked a brow and looked every bit the lecherous scoundrel he was for saying that, but Optimus was hardly of right mind to acknowledge that he should fuss him back into good behavior.

“O-oh-“ Optimus began to laugh nervously. Awareness bleeding into him then that he was stood there fondling his old enemy without a bit of articulate commentary to add to make this any less awkward. Like it even would.

And just when he thought he’d reached his potential as a hopeless loser after turning down drinks with his academy crushes to do more studying, he’d hit a new low.

Not that this was some great service! He hadn’t asked to do this, and he didn’t owe Megatron his remaining (dwindling) sense to make less of a fool of himself- make this less pathetic.

In his defense, Megatron was showing no sign of wishing to end this interaction, and Optimus was -embarrassingly- hard pressed to say he’d like to either.

So he just allowed himself to feel around, occasionally guided by a strong hand. Being very careful to never leave the ‘safety’ of Megatron’s arm when that broad chest and tapered waist stood precariously just in the corner of Optimus’ optic. Also riddled with old wounds.... begging to be explored, too.

No, no, no. Like he’d ever do that. No, no. No, thank you.

“Optimus?”

“Hm?!” His helm snapped to attention, curious servos coming to a stop again.

Megatron smiled -a thing made awful by the genuineness in it. Clearly aware that he was getting the most benefit out of all of this shameful ogling.

A ‘Con to his core, he took an extra moment to suppress a growl rising in his throat.

“Do you want to see the others?”

“The others-?” Optimus squeaked.

‘Others’ being somewhere other than the expanse of thick, thrumming metal before him?

Where? No- No, no,

, that was a giant red flag right there.

Optimus should pry himself away like a good, decent mech and report himself to Ultra Magnus for a full briefing on former enemy faction relations etiquette.

“Y- I... Uhm. Y-Yes?”

Well, that wasn’t stiff and awkward sounding at all. And thank goodness he had said ‘no’ with the ounce of sense he had left in his empty helm.

Although, that must not be what he’d said at all, because Megatron’s engines produced an incredibly forceful rumble throughout his frame that ran right into Optimus’ searching hands, making the flush on those cerulean cheeks creep further down past his throat cables.

“How does right now sound?” Megatron shuffled forward in the centimeter of space left between them.

It sounded like it wasn’t really a question.

“Um-“

“You know, while the mood is right?” Megatron smiled ‘innocently’.

Optimus tried to channel Primus for strength.

“W-What mood is that even?”

“The one where you are quite agreeable at the moment. I’m sure I wouldn’t succeed to impress you so thoroughly twice.”

Optimus considered how easily he’d done it even once. Unfortunately, he wasn’t sure how much of that was his poor resolve to resist Megatron’s undeniable charm, and how much of that was the ex-warlord’s equally undeniable natural appeal. His powerful, intelligent, confident, foreboding appeal.

Or a mix of both, which would be absolutely deadly and damning.

Since agreeing to a truce and the near endless measures he’d been taking to keep the peace, chances were Megatron could have Optimus whichever way he wanted him, whenever he wanted him. If he indeed wanted him for whatever surprising reason....

As Megatron becoming a beckon of security and comfort to their brethren in every faction had made Optimus quite ‘agreeable’ to anything a powerful, protective force such as Megatron might desire. Always having been a sucker for authority- and more profoundly, authoritative mechs with compassion.

Optimus sucked his bottom lip and searched deep within himself for some sort of plausible excuse as to why he shouldn’t have... whatever this was.

There were the hundreds of obvious reasons, the thousands of personal ones from their Earthly encounters, and the very few logical ones that centered mostly around the short tolerance of post war cross faction relationships -which was all hot garbage anyway, and a couple of other mechs had already thrown the supposed shame they should feel for their ‘taboo’ out the window.

And, Primus, Megatron was right here...

Grinning at him much like he’d done plenty of times before in battle- shooting him a mocking sort of smirk. Odd that those smirks didn’t look any bit disingenuously interested in Optimus, though now for very different reasons.

And just standing here with his much larger servos barely resisting the overwhelming urge to grab Optimus by the hip seams, if their visible twitches and the way he kept staring at him there were anything to go by.

No, there was hardly any reason at all not to explore whatever promising new chapter their... ‘relationship’ was foretelling. Beyond Optimus’ ever present internal guilt for forces outside his control, of course. But what else was new?

Optimus agreed with a single nod and was blessedly saved from melting into nothingness at the sweltering fire in the bigger mech’s optics by the reassuring servo wrapping around the small of his back, ushering him to follow closely at Megatron’s side. He was taken someplace where just the two of them could wallow in Optimus’ hesitant glee in peace.

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Just boys flirting. Lock me up.

#Some heavy language #LOTS of heavy flirting #This is just Optimus unwillingly ogling at Megatron #Shy Optimus #Over confident warlords #Megop #tfa megop #tfa megatron #tfa optimus prime #optimus prime #tranformers animated #i need a leash #I also have not fixed the grammar or spacing #And as much as I’d like to properly do so #I cannot re-read my embarrassing fawning in this fic as is the usual for me I’m so sorry

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