why dis 🚛 look so mad 😭😭😭

(cybertronian ratch design by @bluesarts)

bleeding love is not a romantic love song actually it's about ratchet . because i do make the rules

*morpho knights your optimus prime*

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Sweet Malaise

Your spark swells as he draws near—though you cannot see it, you are certain that the coronal plasma must be expanding outward, a not-uncommon manifestation of joy. It's also a manifestation of a few other things, such as seeking a merge, and you cannot help but feel that may be relevant, as loathe as you are to admit it. You would not put that past the spark in your chest, the traitorous, pathetic, pitiable thing. Your yearning seems to reach new lows each time you think you've found the bottom, and you no longer have the wherewithal to be surprised.

The sensation of his field as it lazily entwines with yours is as familiar as light in your optics, yet more indulgent than any of Cybertron's luxuries. It's everything you'll ever need. You want more. You need more. His presence torments your greedy spark, all the more so as your proximity sensors register how near he comes to you.

The urge to turn and grasp that slender waist of his is irrationally powerful. You reroute the energy towards tapping your digits against your desk. It's not a very good replacement, but does provide enough distraction to keep your frame from doing something very stupid without your permission.

Optimus’s field presses deeper into yours with a wave of warming calm that makes your fans catch and your plating shiver. A moment later, the gentle weight of his servo presses down upon your pauldron. You let it steal the tension from your frame, your struts sagging and a breath of too-warm air slipping from your vents along with one of those helpless sighs that he's able to draw from you so easily. The tapping of your digits ceases, your spark having accepted submitting to him touching you, as small of a touch as it is. It's good enough—it needs to be enough, because you cannot have more than this.

Your field ripples gratefully, and you cannot keep the love from it, but it's all right because he will not question it. There are many forms of love. He loves you back, and you can foolishly pretend for a moment that it matches your own before your logic reminds you that you're torturing yourself for no reason. Still, his love feels wonderful. You might cry from it sometimes if you allowed yourself, but beyond being pathetic, that would only give him something needless to worry over.

You are blessed to be his friend. The inappropriate sentiments that you can feel prodding out from your spark—even though you keep actual flights of fantasy truncated and locked away—are surely a result of your own imperfection.

realized i never shared these crystal studies

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Wrecked

He doesn't want to move on. Not really.

Doesn't want to forget. Doesn't want this to become normal. Slag it. It's all wrong!

The world tunnels off to somewhere distant, everything but servos moving in a practiced daze blurring beyond his awareness. If he doesn't acknowledge any of it, it will go away. He can work just like this, just like Optimus is just in the other room, just a bridge away, wherever he is. He'll just. Work. Until then. There's always something that needs to be done, even now.

When his processor is tired enough—like it is now, befuddled lag confusing his thoughts, overly error-riddled sectors getting the attention of being partitioned off for temporary shutdown, just to keep him functional—is the best he feels, really. However long it's been since he's recharged—five cycles, ten? He's stopped keeping track, and doesn't have plans to break the streak. It lets him forget everything. Not Optimus—never Optimus—but… reality, or some slag.

...... 'cause you're alive, cradled in love ...

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File: Pernicious Spark Flowers

A little-understood aberration of the spark and self-repair systems, leading to growth of crystal 'flowers' within the chassis. Left untreated, these growths may obstruct ventilation and fueling systems and hinder transformation sequences. More advanced cases can also lead to warped plating and internal bleeding.

Common symptoms include coughing, scraping or wheezing ventilations, sharp or aching pain in the chassis, pain in the spark, emotional distress, grinding sensation while transforming, and purging 'petals' though the intake or vents.

Long term complications typically involve weakening of affected metal, as crystal growths often leave scarring even with treatment. The spark itself may also sustain damage if emotional distress is severe enough.

Development of this condition is strongly correlated with long-term feelings of romantic longing that are perceived as unrequited. Research suggests that a unique form of spark stress may be responsible for the connection between this state and the crystal growths. Severity may fluctuate with the emotional state of the individual. Full or partial recovery has been observed when romantic emotions are perceived as requited or when the individual has moved on from the associated interest.

Medical treatments include surgical removal of the growths and psychotherapy.

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it was acid; it was tragic; it was almost like the blues

commission for @stellarcuriosity of her predacon oc ♡₊ ⟡˖⋆˚࿔ ✦‧₊˚ ⋅

letting them french each other part 2/? ⁽ﾞ˘▿˘‶⁾

they need to make out more

waaaa....... ⊹₊⟡.˖‧₊˚⋅♡.⋆✴︎˚｡

thank u ;w;

pretty archivist....

thank you anon... (​╥∀╥)

need to start writing fic again because it's a medium that doesn't make my body start breaking down >8T