I looked through old posts and someone reblogged the triple changer Op, figured since I can’t sleep might as well:
Even after all gis team had done, Optimus…still hadn’t gotten his face back. The heavy-set mech didn’t even bother asking the council. They hadn’t deemed it worthy of giving him back his true face, which has left the scarred mech to his own exile once again. Megatron escapes, the cons are lost to the darkness of space once again, and Optimus is on his way out into the stars, alone. Ultra Magnus chastised Optimus for his pig-headed bravery and for mingling with Ratchet, Prowl, Bulkhead, and Bumblebee. Because of his actions they’ll be punished accordingly now.
Leaving Cybertron by force, Optimus is haunted by what he’s done, everything he’s caused. Because of him they’re making an example of his found family, to punish perfectly good mecha for simply helping. He shakes where he stands, gripping the console with everything he has, as if he’s attempting to keep his grip on reality.
He feels himself slipping into the threshold and beyond, losing more and more as he silently wails into the unending void, ashamed at what he’s done.
Some of these were a bit difficult because I don’t recall TFA super well and what I can recall is a bit basic. I also decided to cut off some people from the list I originally had. If someone has a specific request for a certain character, feel free to ask me and I’ll respond with my answer for that character. For now, part 2 of my DnDformers!
Race - Background - Class (Subclass)
AUTOBOTS
Optimus Prime: High Elf - Knight - Paladin (Oath of Redemption)
slightly belated (aka i came back a few days later to fix it a bit) b-day gift for my beloved @bayheart !! finally drew some jazzop after all this time………….
YESSSSSSSSSSSS STARS BRAND JAZZOP AT LONG LAST !!! THANK U SM FOR MY LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! explodes
Yet again something for @pastelpaperplanes … If this is going to become a habit, I’ll let you know…
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Pure, edible energon was becoming harder and harder to find on the wilderness. Difficulty raised up when it was not for one, but two bots with no reserves and half starving. Megatronus told him that they had a week at max to find either a settlement or a pool if they wanted to survive the journey. Death by starve wasn’t the way Optimus wanted to leave this world, and he was sure his new companion thought the same.
Megatronus, the bot who had been following him. The same one he beat and made eat dirt. He introduced himself as a simple commoner who was on the same quest as him: To find the Allspark. He overheard him talking about it and so decided to follow him. When did that happened? Since when? For how long? Those were unanswered questions.
Optimus couldn’t trust him, a stranger, a stalker, but he was convinced to at least walk together until the next town, and from then, decide what to do. Well… He appreciated the company of a silent bot over the quiet atmosphere of the woods.
They didn’t talked that much, he didn’t wanted to tell a stranger who he was, nor why he was doing this quest alone, less about any detail of his personal life. Luckily, his companion had a similar sense of privacy since he didn’t asked too much questions. But from the little remarks he often did, Optimus already knew the bot had an ego as big as his frame, he even had this aura of smugness surrounding him like another cloak. It was infuriating sometimes, as the fact that now he couldn’t recharge nothing at night. He could say it was because he was doing guard or watching his back for the stranger (Actually, it was like that the first three days of walking together) But the truth was… Megatronus snored like a earthquake. And sleep deprival was one of the reasons why he was starving for energon…
“…-timus! Optimus!”
“What?!” He was so lost in thought that he didn’t noticed his source of new worries shouting at him
“Stop sleep walking and look at this!” The big bot was kneeled besides a green path that stood out among everything dark in the environment “This… You know what this means?!”
Optimus looked at it deeply “… This… Area hasn’t been affected by the fluctuations on the natural cycle”
“Exactly!” Megatronus seemed excited, but he still didn’t get it. It was good, yes, but it eventually will come affected too. The other seemed to pick his confusion, rolled his optics and added frantically “There may be an energon pool nearby!”
“What?! Why didn’t you tell me sooner!”
“I told you!”
“When?!”
“Right now?!”
“No you didn’t!”
“Yes I did!”
Optimus ran away from the discussion, literally, towards the green bushes and the grass looking for any sign of liquid pink. He could heard the heavy steps of Megatronus behind him (Looking for the energon or to finish their little discussion, he never knew) Then he gasped
“Megatronus! Over here!” He was smiling as a fool behind his face mask
The big bot literally screamed and jumped in joy when he saw the pool. Both of them hurried to it’s shore and instantly drank with their hands. It was pink energon! A dimmed pink than it should be… However, who cared! Once the thirst was satisfied, they filled their canteens to the brim and, why not? Took some rest near the pool.
After a few kliks, however, Megatronus started lingering on his side, lowering the upper part of his body to be at almost optical level. What was the fragger up to now?
“… I knew it” He just said, his gaze changing from curious to… What was that? …Affection? “You are far too pretty for me” And then a wink!
Optimus gasped, and then he noticed, he didn’t had his face mask on! He forgot… Was he so desperate for fuel that he didn’t noticed? The energon quickly colored his cheeks
“And I prefer to be the pretty one…” He then looked at the glittering pool in front of them, as if comparing which of the three was more beautiful. Optimus ignored his last words and stared at some point in the distance. With his hand he gently touched his cheek and part of his lips, trying to remember the last time he was called pretty.
The whole landscape was covered in green, different shades of it. He had seen it in the pictures of the datapads, but never with his own optics on his short functioning. It was beautiful, and amazing. He couldn’t help but feel awed by it…
“ANYTHING WORTHY FROM UP THERE?!” That scream almost made him loose balance and fall. It scared him.
His new friend was down there, waiting for him to find any information about the planet they were in. Coming back from recharge and finding yourself stranded on a completely unknown place was terrifying, but the company wasn’t bad.
Orion was the one who suggested climbing on the endemic flora of the planet to reach a better view of their surroundings. And since he was the ‘less heavier’ between the two of them, up he went. It had been enjoyable until now, 'cause now he had to go down. It was a miracle that he managed to climb this high. And downsides were always worse. Fortunately, the branches of this plant became bigger and stronger when close to the ground. Before a worry on his way up, now was a relief. But he still proceed slowly, taking one step at the time. If he slipped, the fall could dent some sensitive plating and…
“HURRY UP ALREADY!” D shouted again, scared him again, and made him loose balance
He yelled loudly on his fall and braced himself for the impact. But when it came… The pain wasn’t as much as he expected. Orion opened his optics to find himself sprawled over the gray and yellow youngling’s back. A little whine of pain escaped from his savior’s intake
“Oh no! I’m sorry! I-I’m so sorry!” He kept apologizing while stepping off the bot and helping him stand
“That’s my line… I’m sorry I yelled at you and scared you like that…” D averted his optics, shifting uneasily. He didn’t knew if it was because of shame or the pain on his back “Oh, and don’t worry! Heavier stuff has fallen over me. You-”
He cut himself mid-sentence and looked away again. Orion took his time to look at his new friend one more time. D was BIG, twice his size or so! He wasn’t a very social bot unlike his friends, so he didn’t knew other younglings, nor sparklings. But D seemed to be close to reaching his last upgrade as a bot, or maybe two more until that. Somewhat half his carrier size, while Orion was still early on his younghood. Solar liked to tease him calling him sparkling when he was not anymore!
But he did really seemed a sparkling, compared to that big frame, big hands, and all the big things of his new friend’s.
“So?” His thoughts were interrupted once again when D looked at him
“So… What?”
“…” D rolled his helm and optics, but a weird smile crept on his faceplates “Did you see anything useful up there?”
“Oh!” Yeah, that’s right! He tried to remember what he saw, the different shades of green… “I saw an area without these big plants at the southwest from here” Those were the brighter shades of green he could see “I think it’s a good start to investigate it?”
D seemed to be deep in thought, as if thinking about the possibilities. He was probably older than him so, it was natural to follow his lead “Ok… Let’s head that way then! Is it too far from here?”
“I… Think so?” Orion didn’t exactly focused on that
“Well then… Let’s get going! Shall we?”
He nodded as they started walking towards the place. Orion still felt insecure and scared, between his new environment, his new friend, and the possibilities… He wished that at least he had brought a book with him…
He was scared, he didn’t knew where he was, nor how he arrived to an ORGANIC PLANET from his cozy little hole on the mines. He just woke up, and no one of his friends was there with him. Why only him? Was this some kind of punishment because he exchanged the energon of the propietary with residual fluids? But how they knew it was HIM the one who did it and not 17 or 18?
Everything was covered in green and blue and… and MORE GREEN. Well, except of a red plating not too far from him. That’s when he noticed his smaller companion. There was another bot with him, blue and red with little yellow. It wasn’t from the mines, so a civilian? Was he in punishment too? But why? He looked fine, and little… And fragile. Nothing organically new counting, this bot was the most fragile thing that he’s ever seen. Will it shatter if he touched it?
He poked the bot with one servo, it slapped it out of his faceplates gently, murmuring something in half recharge. He tried it again, and a little grumbling came from his little engines… Everything about this bot was SO LITTLE. The third time was the charm
“Whaaaaaaaaat~?” A pitched voice came out of the intake… He noticed that the lips were the only thing that wasn’t that little. They were plump and seemed squishy.
A pair of blue optics widened to his max, it seemed. He admitted it, it was kind of cute.
“Whe-whe-where a-am I? Who a-a-are yo-ou?” The little one was trembling so much, as he had a deadly cold
“I'm… trying to figure out where WE are” It was cute, but if the little bot became that scared of everything, then it was going to be an annoyance.
“Why a-am I… Why are we here?” He stopped sputtering, but his frame still trembled
“I dunno… What’s the last thing you remember?”
“I… Was at home… After playing with Ariel and Selar… I drink energon and went to recharge” That didn’t helped their situation at all “… And you?”
“Same… ” Except that instead of playing, he was working with 17 and 18. And instead of recharge, it was his break “But maybe someone wanted to play us a prank?”
“Hmmm… I may know someone…” He sounded annoyed
So it was it then. Until further news, everything was a complicatedly elaborated prank with no sense of humour from their acquaritances. Now…
“… We should probably go back home… I mean… Back to Cybertron” The little bot took his words out of his processor
“Sure, that seems logical…”
“… What’s your designation?”
“What?”
“…Your designation?” The little bot looked at him on an almost pleading way.
Sure, they were everything they had in this misterious organic planet. They should stick together to survive in case there were dangers around
“… D”
“Uhm… Just ’D’?”
“Just ’D’ ” He tried to sound final and menacing. The little one flitched so it worked “… And yours?”
“Oh!… Orion Pax” Orion still had his intake open, he seemed to think what he wanted to say “… You are very big, D”
D couldn’t help but laugh. Many times other workers on the mines called him and his friends ‘little’, but this was the first time somebot called him 'big’. It made him proud and smug.
Silverblade had private quarters of his own at the very edge of the Autobot City, were peace and tranquility could be archieved easily. However, lately he has been staying on his carrier’s home, with the sole purpose of watching that the self sacrificing fool didn’t offlined from overwork. His ID was already registered on the block, so it was like entering to his own home.
The place wasn’t a mess because he maintained it clean, but there were still some papers over here and there, reports mid finished and two or three empty energon cubes near the dispenser. He just sighted and started cleaning whatever bits he found out of place. This isn’t how the one who fought against Decepticons to retrieve the Allspark should be treated. Even his carrier’s friends had better lives than this. Bumblebee was now a major on the Academy and was striving further up (He laughed internally at how he could surpass somebot millions of years older than him), Bulkhead was still working as a spacebridge technician, but he was closer to Cybertron and checking on most important ones, with a real maintenance team. Ratchet was teaching and working on the Medical Wing of the Academy (He was feeling sorry for his students) and Prowl was far away doing he didn’t knew what, but the occasional calls showed that he was fine.
Everything was fault of that overgrown sparkling named Sentinel Magnus. Rodimus, Longarm, Jazz, he had several Primes under his command, including himself, but almost everything was landed to Optimus leaving the others with too much idle time. It was infuriating…
Finally, after breems of cleaning and waiting, Optimus arrived home at the late night cycle. His optics were dimmed in exhaustion, pauldrons down and heavy. Silverblade stood quickly and helped him to sit in one of the couches before he stamped himself against a wall, it had happened before
“… Better?” He asked in a whisper
Optimus sighted, servos grasping at his nasal bridge, optics closed. The silver one went towards the dispenser and served them two half filled energon cubes. He added bits of powder to sweeten and bitter up the fuel. He landed the pink one to Optimus, while he sipped from the grey one. His carrier took a long gulp, and the tension eased a little from his field and frame. Silverblade also relaxed again, the height on their bond was dimming little by little.
“Now that’s better…”
“Care to tell me what took you so long?” He sipped from his own cube, but he was paying attention to his carrier, his field, his frame, the bond…
“Last hour reports and orders to go check our borderlines tomorrow…” He quickly drank his cube. He has been starving. And the tiredness didn’t completely leaved his frame “But I still have things to complete-”
“Go and recharge, I’ll fill up the things for you”
“Silver, you don’t need to-” His carrier put his hand over one spiky shoulder, maybe trying to be reassuring. But the grip was too loosen.
“Optimus” He didn’t yell, but every time he used that tone with his name, his carrier stilled “You’ll have a long, tiring cycle tomorrow. It will be better if you rest well and long… At least for tonight” He patted his carrier’s hand with his own and then gripped it lightly.
Optimus sighted, and then patted the head of his creation before going to his berth. Slagger, he knew Silverblade didn’t liked that. But he’ll leave him get away with this… For now. The smaller bot stayed there calmly drinking his energon until he finished and got to his carrier’s business. Everything was half finished already, he just completed it, fixed some mistakes, the usual. Some of the new documents were IDs to enter the furthest sectors of the Autobot’s Commonwealth, were the tension and fear for a Decepticon attack were high.
He circled his optics, Sentinel and his paranoia. Being cautious was good, excellent even, but sending one bot to check all the outposts was…
Silverblade checked that his carrier was indeed recharging before continuing with his little idea. It was illegal? Yes. Will he go to jail? If he played well, no. Optimus will get extremely mad at him? When he found out, yes. But it was a small price to pay for his carrier to recover some breems of recharge…
This is for @pastelpaperplanes , some kind of gift fic because I liked a lot her Thorns And Thrones AU and I felt inspired to write this. I hope you like it
THE BEGINING OF A JOURNEY
Tracks without road, trees turning black and leafs dancing around him as a tender rain while the sunset reflected some colour to the environment. Optimus sighted, back when he was younger and still held the tittle of knight, roads like these used to be full of life. Birds chirping the most tranquil melodies, bugs buzzling around the little crystal flowers from the bushes. It was still spring, but everything looked like autumn.
But that was the main reason for his quest, right? To look for the Allspark and bring it back to Iacon to restore the nature cycle once more. Lots before him had tried, and no one came back successfully… If they came back. Every bot he knew was very skeptical about his rate of succeed, and they hold some trueness on their thoughts. What could do a lone bot like him, where other more experienced and valiant ones had failed? But he had to take this quest, for his honor and the honor of the Orion House
His audials perked up, trying to focus on his surroundings the best he could. The gray, thick trees seemed to hide something, shadows casting through the falling brown leafs. Optimus stopped his steps to analyze the area. At first, nothing happened, it could have been his processor going paranoid, but his instinct told him otherwise. As fast as his spark beating, a grey shadow moved from behind the trees. It couldn’t be…
Somebot has been following him? Since when? From when? How did he not noticed before? He tried to calm himself, and to relocate the stranger’s presence. It was still hidden between the trees on his right, if his experience and instincts didn’t failed him (As it happened constantly, but what otheroption he had?) So, with a swift move he drew back his fine sword and darted towards his stalker. The other bot moved fast as it dodged his attack with agility. Optimus heard a pair of swords fold when he glanced at his follower
The bot was… huge, maybe twice and half his size. His armor was thick and had a few red colored lines around, with a cloak darker than his plates, and red optics blazing at him. How could have Optimus not detected a bot like that on his travelling before?! This giant was that sneaky?
“Who are you?! And why are you following me?!” He pointed his sword towards the other, and a little smirk appeared on the bigger bot’s faceplates
“I won’t tell you anything… Without a fight!”
Then, that mass of thick armor lunged at him with his two swords ready to strike. Optimus was able to block them and threw his attacker a little off balance. He tried to strike back, but the bigger bot protected himself with his elbow’s armor. So high endurance and skilled on the sword’s art? Then this battle should be one of stamina
They clasped their weapons repeatedly, Optimus smaller frame gave him a boost of speed and agility, every change filled with the well known elegance from his house. On the other side, his attacker held higher strength and endurance, his attacks raw and almost primitive, but with a touch of stability and strategy as if this stalker was one of the old gladiators that his sire sometimes talked about
Optimus grew bolder, trying in vain to find a weak spot in the heavy frame who battled him. That was a mistake, he left an opening that his opponent noticed and took advantage of it, kicking him hard on his side and sending him flying until he collided with a nearby tree, his sword fell a few meters from him and the pain in his body was instantly present. the largest smiled, seeing his victory assured
As the bigger one crept closer to him, one of the big swords tracing the soft ground beneath their pedes, Optimus decided to be more… Creative. Taking his climbing rope (Yes, he had it for the journey) and hiding what he was doing with his frame, he waited until his enemy was close enough to throw the rope at him. The big grey, startled, swung his two swords trying to block any weapon throwed at him, but it only made things worse since his swords entangled with the rope. Optimus took his chance to kick his attacker off balance and retrieve his own sword. He pointed it then to his enemy’s faceplates, making him think twice before standing
“… Well, that was fun” He said, taking long vents to cool off his frame “Now… Why are you following me?”
The only answer he got back was a widen optic stare and sightly heated cheekplates…
In the hallway towards the Magnus Office he met with various other bots. Some that knew him bowed their heads to him, recognizing his rank and acting with all respect. Others (New recruits, mostly) were startled by his frame and presence.
He WAS a civilian frame. There was still time for his final upgrade, so he was still smaller than the others. But the pointy ends on his silver shoulders and audial fins, red knee joints and claws, instead of servos, gave everyone some warframe’s vibe. He knew the reasons behind it and he had accepted it long ago. And it wasn’t going to let that interfere with his obligations.
He finally arrived at his destination, courtly knocked at the door and waited for the bot inside to tell him to come in. He greeted the actual Magnus and the one accompanying him.
“Sentinel Magnus, Sir” He bowed at the Autobot Commander “Optimus Prime” And then turned his head towards the fellow Prime
“Silverblade…”
“Silverblade Prime! What took you so long?!” The Magnus didn’t let Optimus greet him properly
“I apologize for the inconvenient wait, there was a feed of new reports when I arrived to retrieve the data. And I’ve had to wait some time for the Minors to finish adding the new info into the documents so you didn’t have to wait for them”
His way with words have proven useful once more into easing the anxiety levels of the current Magnus. He gave the data-pad with the latest reports of the activities in the most distant cybertronian colonies to Sentinel and stayed there for any further orders.
He casted a glance towards Optimus and bowed his head a little. Later, at home, they will talk and be familiar. But right now, they were on job cycle, so it’ll have to wait…
“Five Raids!?” The sudden yell from the Magnus startled his carrier. He himself was surprised, but knew better how to hide his emotions. Just a little twitch on his sharp audial fins gave him away “Only this decacycle, we’ve had FIVE FRAGGING DECEPTICON’S RAIDS on our borders?! Optimus, what are our troops doing?!”
“We don’t have enough experienced bots to cover all the front lines. We are doing the best we can” Optimus was in charge of the guard’s management over the colonies. Silverblade knew how much he was trying to protect everyone
“… Very well…” That final tone on Sentinel wasn’t a good sign “From now on, the Elite Guard’s Academy will only do military careers for everybot interested” There it went
“SENTINEL YOU CAN’T DO THAT!!!” Morally, he couldn’t. Technically, he could
“Aren’t you complaining about the shortage of soldiers? Then I’ll give you soldiers”
“But…!”
“Just do your job and keep protecting the front lines! At least until we got the upper hand on battle… Oh! And Silverblade…”
“Yes, Sentinel Magnus, Sir?”
“… You are dismissed”
That was his cue to leave. It seemed that his carrier was going to have a hard cycle today again. He sighted after closing the door of the Magnus Office. He’ll prepare some energon sweets for when Optimus returned home
Ando practicando un poco las sombras, se ven diferentes asi que las comparo con estas o las lineas que suelo hacer, pero hice a una de mis ships favoritas
