Heroic Leader

heroic_leader @ 2008-08-29T06:51:00

2008-08-29T10:51:43Z

Got a new affiliate: tf_cybertron :3

>.> Too much sugar

2008-07-26T07:48:11Z

*bursts onstage dramatically*

Name: Megan
Alias: Ellethwen
Age: 16. Dry and crusty.
How long have you loved Transformers?: Since November of 2007. It's Kelly's fault.
How long have you loved Optimus Prime?: Since November of 2007. That's MY fault XD
What's your most memorable moment involving Optimus?: When I realized that he was the Cybertronian equivalent of Sailor Moon
Do you have any toys and such of Optimus?: No. I have, like, no TF merchandise, and that makes me very sad. :-(
Anything else?: I like cheese.

Also, to make this not so much an introduction, I present:

('scuse the banner, I'm a Photoshop nerd.)

So, in my intro it says I realized that Optimus was the Cybertronian equivalent of Usagi Tsukino/Sailor Moon from the metaseries Bishojou Senshi Sailor Moon. Well, I'm finally getting around to composing a list of said equivalences. It's...quite scary when you look at it o.0

So, here I know present The Great List of Optimus Prime and Sailor Moon Similarities. (I have no life.)

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-They both transform. (Optimus from a vehicle; Moon from a normal person).
-They keep their other identities very secret.
-They both are leaders of their team.
-Their teams both feature five members (well, Moon does include more as the series progresses, but 5 original members.)
-They both feature a red and blue color scheme.
-Both feature a style resembling a ball with a tail at the end at each side of their head (Please don't tell me I'm the only one who thought Optimus' smokestacks resembled Usagi's buns only upside down >.>;).
-Both die (sacrifice themselves) several times to save the world/people they hardly know.
-They both continue to put their lives on the line for said world/people they hardly know.
-They don't originally hail from Earth (admittedly, the Moon is a lot closer to Earth then Cybertron, but still).
-They both hold some great, powerful, life-giving object (Optimus: Creation Matrix; Sailor Moon: Ginzuishou/Silver Crystal).
-They go through a series of reincarnation-like sequences.
-They are considered the "rulers" of their respective homeworlds.
-They're both featured in massively huge and popular metaseries! XD

That's all I can think of for now. Slightly scary, idn't it?

Um, wow...

2008-07-23T00:09:27Z

You know the part of the movie where Mikaela falls off Optimus? I took a screencap for the hell of it because that scene goes by so fast and discovered something interesting.

Optimus is in a really sexy pose!

Dubbing fun!

2008-07-22T16:28:57Z

You'll need to turn up your volume. It is NOT a prank, but I had to kinda equalize all the sound bytes to the quietest sound file.

The ending is funny!

Intro

2008-07-20T08:58:34Z

Name: Sam
Alias: Witwhicky's Bee(on DA)
Age: 31
How long have you loved Transformers?: Since the early 80's
How long have you loved Optimus Prime?: Just as long, I remember he was my fav character from the orginal cartoon series
What's your most memorable moment involving Optimus Prime? Seeing him in the 2007 movie, it was like being a kid all over again
Do you have any and such toys of Optimus? Not yet I just started collecting again(ie a month ago) so I give me some time
Anything else: My main OTP is Sam/Bumblebee but I have room in my fan boy heart for Optimus and any other pairings that might come my way.

Some of my Primes

2008-07-08T15:51:48Z

I'll get a better pic of all my Primes later

All My Primes! o^___^o

2008-07-08T04:34:39Z

PIC HEAVY POST!

Some unrelated fun:

Music video!

2008-06-27T21:59:01Z

This vid is unrelated to anything I'm writing(and yes, I AM writing more OptimusxMikaela. It was so weird to make this while writing a love scene between them at the same time! :P).

I like this song and want to tell the story I REALLY think it's trying to tell. I don't think it's a stalker song so much as somebody who is in love with a person that doesn't want to acknowledge their feelings.

You just have to feel for poor Optimus in this one...

Here's a laugh...or sex...whatever.

2008-06-12T19:03:27Z

This place is so quiet!

Well...this is worth a giggle. I was curious as to what was on the screen when you hear Optimus tell Ratchet to point the light. So I screencapped it and brightened it to see and...it was his ass!

Prime's butt...it's so TINY compared to the rest of him! HAHAHA!

OptimusxMikaela vid.

2008-06-11T22:58:41Z

This time it's intended to be related to my "Between Mind and Heart" fanfic. Sorta Optimus' point of view here.

Icons

2008-06-10T23:54:15Z

Here's some Optimus icons. They have erotic connotations so for safety's sake I'll label them as NSFW.

Teasers:

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PLEASE CREDIT ME IF YOU TAKE ANY, thanks. Comments on the ones you're taking would also be nice. :)

Screenie!

2008-06-10T05:17:10Z

It looks like he's admiring her while she's not looking. Haha, so cute ^^ Just thought I'd share.

Vacuum porn!

2008-05-31T15:38:43Z

My brain is always in the gutter. Therefore, when I realized I now have an Optimus AND own a vacuum cleaner.

That stated, I give you...

It gets worse from here!

And here's the MONEY SHOT!

>:3 I'm horrible.

_{If you've read this fic written by me, you'll get the joke.}

>3

2008-05-30T23:06:12Z

Lookin' hot ;)

Optimus: "Geez, Bumblebee. You're short!"
Bumblebee: -_- "Shut up."

Introducing himself to Piccolo.

Godzilla: "He smells all right."
Ghidorah Head 1: "Okay, acceptable."
Ghidorah Head 2: "Hehehe, let's write on him when he sleeps!"
Ghidorah Head 3: "Don't mind them, they're stupid."
Mothra: *Is too busy humping Optimus' leg to say anything*

Optimus: "I think I'll just...chillax...right here."

Optimus 4 Prez!

2008-05-22T06:03:02Z

Nick took me to the mall the other day....I found who I want for President

Once again, hot topic FTW! :3 Optimus would make the best president, bitches!
They also have one that was dark purple/black and said "Megatron 4 President". LAWL! They might have it on hottopic.com for those who want it.

Optimus/Megatron vid.

2008-04-21T07:34:23Z

Revotech Photo Post 2 - Image Heavy

2008-04-17T00:50:12Z

I did a massive photo shoot with my friend Greenangel. Here is the second set and is not work safe.

Ultra Magnus is tied up, but by who?

Oh my it's Prime on top!

Oh the boys got interrupted!

Megatron shows some interest...

...and quickly takes control.

Our models walk the cat walk.

Brothers in arms

What is better than one Prime? Two!

Now for a little behind the scenes...

Revotech Photo Post 1

2008-04-17T00:00:13Z

I did a massive photo shoot with my friend Greenangel. Here is the first set and the work safe set. Hope you all like and enjoy!

And who ever said Megatron can't dance was lying! To see a larger image go here.

And yes Meg's is holding him self up with no outside help. X3

Prime MC-ing for Meg's

Reading material

2008-04-15T16:22:30Z

TITLE: Between Mind and Heart
AUTHOR: Me :)
SUMMARY: Their love wasn't disappearing...it merely changed.
GENRE: Angst/Romance
RATING: M
PAIRINGS: Optimus/Mikaela, Ratchet/Ironhide and more that I can't list without spoiling the ending.
WARNINGS: SLASH(obviously), bad Earth and Cybertronian language, moments of Optimus' inner dork showing and sexual situations.

WHERE IT IS POSTED:
On ff.net.
On aff.net.
On the Transformers fanfiction archive.
On Deviantart. (Note: You have to click "download" to read chapter two. Deviantart was being dumb and wouldn't display the chapter in the text field. My dad was on my back to get off the comp so I didn't have time to take it back down and re-upload it. I had comments when I got back and didn't want to lose them so I'm just leaving it alone. Please note that clicking "download" just gives a printable view, you aren't actually downloading anything.)

Chapter two:
Lynyrd Skynyrd - "Free Bird"
Richard Marx - "Hold on to the Nights"
Whitesnake - "Is This Love?"

Chapter four:
Journey - "Faithfully"

(Final song, not seen in the fic, but I always imagine my fics like movies so this would play as the credits roll...)
Goo Goo Dolls - "Iris"

Mmm, shiny...

2008-04-14T23:14:27Z

One more reason for women to love him--he's a walking shiny thing! XD

The screencaps were taken by me. Credit please if you use them for icons/macros/whatever :) Thanks!

A REAL video this time....no joking around :)

2008-04-14T05:49:53Z

Oekaki Time!

2008-04-09T03:39:46Z

So I got a really good response to wanting a oekaki board. I started to work on making one and you know what? Before I knew it I was done and it's now open and ready for art! This is my second time setting up one so if any of you have any troubles comment, email me, or private message the admin on the board and I'll do my best to fix any problems. I highly recommend registering so you'll be able to have your own avatar. Since I have bandwidth to kill you can have one 100x100 and up to 50K. I'll see how things go and I might just open that up even more later. The rules are really relaxed just try and keep it to Transformers art since it is a Transformers Oekaki board. Well enough talk, lets get to the drawing!

Fic

2008-04-08T17:49:20Z

Title: Head-On
Author: tainry
Rating: R to be safe. Botsmex.
Characters/Pairing: Prime/Bee/Ratchet, Sam/Mikaela a given but not explicit, cameos of Scourge, Hoist and Brawn.
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money.
Warnings: Truck violence, h/c, threesome
Summary: Playing chicken with semis! Turned into P/B/R so fast it made my teeth rattle. ^__^ Yes, this is movie!verse, but I've - as I often do - borrowed some details from G1 and RiD.

Head-on

2023

“Fall back, Bumblebee!” Prime shouted, even while he gunned his engine. Bee slowed and pulled off at the overlook as they passed. Optimus continued around the hairpin and up the next grade, putting on speed as though he was on a level straightaway.

Bumblebee opened his doors, and Sam and Mikaela, long accustomed to such cues, immediately got out so he could transform. Bee’s optics were glued to Prime. Finally the humans could see what the robots had long before detected. Up the mountain, at the other end of the long grade Prime had just begun, another big rig was coming down.

Black, a tanker, with… Sam blinked. Red windows? That wasn’t legal, was it? Not on the windshield, he was pretty certain. Reflexively he and Mikaela both looked for the tell-tale sigil. And there it was, on the door, looking like just a part of a shipping company’s logo. Decepticon.

“Who is it?” Mikaela asked. She was pretty sure she’d remember a ‘Con with an alt form like that. In robot mode he must be nearly as big as Optimus, though this truck had a shorter front.

“Scourge,” Bumblebee said flatly, as though he had a bad taste in his mouth. A neat trick when one didn’t strictly speaking have a mouth.

“Oh, no way,” Sam said. No way, he thought, was Optimus Prime going to play chicken with another big truck. Was he? He was. “No way!” He bounced on his toes, leaning forward next to Bee at the guard rail, he didn’t even want to blink, didn’t want to miss anything. It was like in The Matrix II only with just the semis. And then he noticed how Bee’s hands were crumpling up the steel guard rail.

“Wait. He’ll turn, right? He’ll be okay. Optimus isn’t stupid, he’ll…” Optimus wasn’t turning. Scourge wasn’t turning.

“No,” Bee murmured, distressed. “Optimus, don’t…”

“Oh shit,” said Mikaela.

Sam didn’t turn away. Refused to not bear witness. At the moment of impact, Bee curled around them, their living shield. Because there would be shrapnel.

They felt the crash through their feet, through their lungs, through the curved bones of their faces. Their ears rang with it, their eyes ached, as they flinched away from the heat of explosions. Sam abruptly wondered what Scourge had had in his big shiny chrome tank. Oh god. Optimus.

The crashing noises should have subsided by now. But it sounded like something was coming toward them, rolling down the side of the mountain. Bee snatched them up and ran, cradling them to his chest, though the acceleration forces were still painfully jarring. They held on to him and to each other, waiting for it to be over.

Bee turned and stopped after only a handful of strides. Sam and Mikaela peeked out from between his fingers. The black truck lay on its side in the pullout where they’d been standing, badly crumpled, but Sam wasn’t sure how much of that translated to real damage. The engine was dead, but he wouldn’t bet on the robot. Bee eyed the truck warily for a second, then bounded up the side of the mountain with his humans, setting them down on the switchback road, several meters below where Optimus was.

“Mikaela,” Bee said as he put her on her feet. “Watch Scourge. If he so much as twitches, shout for me.” She nodded, though she wanted to see if Optimus was all right as much as Sam did.

Sam followed as Bumblebee ran to Optimus’ side. Prime was nose first in the ditch on the upslope side of the road, the left half of his front end smashed all to hell. Fires started by the explosion were spreading. They needed Inferno and his cohorts ASAP. Sam was sure Bee was already on it.

“Optimus!” Bumblebee cried, touching the truck’s panels here and there, shaking the cab, brushing dirt and oil from the headlights – even though the left one was a shattered mess. Optimus! No answer.

Oh god. Sam joined his voice to Bee’s entreaties, stealing a glance down at Mikaela. She kept watch, but he could see her face, expressionless but for the gleam of wetness down her cheeks. “Ratchet?”

“On his way,” Bee assured him. “Along with Inferno, Red Alert and the others.” It was good this wasn’t a windy day. Bee crouched down at Optimus’ front end, one hand on the crumpled grille, head resting just above the right side headlight. Never ceasing his transmitted calls. Optimus! Optimus!

“He’s…just offline, right?” Sam said, worried by Bee’s sudden quiet. He felt like he’d stumbled into hell, fire encircling them, sucking away their air. Prime had to be okay. The alternative didn’t bear thinking about. He had shied away from that option even back at the beginning, when Optimus had begged him to put the Cube into his chest… It still gave him nightmares, guessing what would have happened if he had done as ordered. Optimus was all right, nothing Ratchet and Hoist couldn’t fix, given time. Had to be.

“I think so,” Bee said, but his voice wasn’t the steady, calm accent Sam had become used to. There was an odd whimper underneath, like before, when he’d been voiceless.

“Bee!” Mikaela hollered.

Bumblebee was up in an instant, bounding down the slope to where Scourge was trying to transform, groaning and grinding noises coming from within the black, no longer shiny chassis. Bee’s right hand became his solar cannon, firing a rapid series of shots at close range, each point deliberately selected. Scourge stopped moving, stopped making noises.

Mikaela stared up at Bee, not so much accusatory as surprised. “That was a little…”

“Ruthless,” Bee supplied, unfazed. He looked into her eyes until she nodded, a firm set to her mouth. He raced back up to Optimus’ side, beckoning to Mikaela to follow this time. Scourge really was not getting up any time soon, if ever.

“Optimus,” Bee called again, resuming his position at the big rig’s front.

The right side headlight came on.

“Yes!” Sam crowed, punching the air. Mikaela sat down for a moment on the other side of Bee, well off the road in case more traffic, hopefully of the normal human sort, came by.

“Optimus!” Bee stood, and placed his hands on the top of Prime’s grille, to either side of the Autobot sigil. “Are you functional?”

Sam thought of inappropriate Star Trek quotes, but managed not to say anything. Prime wasn’t moving, the light was the only outward sign of life. Mikaela was up again and walking around him, crouching down to peer beneath, assessing his injuries, even if she couldn’t help until Ratchet arrived.

Optimus, please… If only he had enough power to transfuse Prime’s systems. Bee stepped up the output of his solar collection system, spreading his door wings to the best angle given the time of day. They were at a decent elevation and that helped as well.

At last Prime made a sound, a kind of coughing, garbled noise, incoherent and nonverbal.

“That must be quite a headache,” Sam said helpfully, hands on knees as he leaned forward to look into the one more or less intact headlight. He thought he recalled being told that the headlights often acted as optical receptors when in vehicle mode.

Optimus made more untranslatable noises, possibly Cybertronian swearing, judging by Bee’s amused and startled reaction. “Re…zzzt…pair systems…tional,” he finally rumbled brokenly. Feedback noise followed, mercifully cut off after only a second.

“Ratchet and the others are on their way,” Bumblebee said. “Can you transform?”

“Ac…ledged.” The truck shook for a moment, and some parts came loose from one another, but quickly collapsed together again. “No.”

“Just as well,” Mikaela said. “Hoist can get him back to base easier in this form.” But Ratchet would be able to repair him more easily in robot mode. She bit her lower lip.

“Had us scared there for a second, big guy,” Sam said, patting the front bumper until he realized he didn’t know where the front bumper went when Optimus transformed to robot mode.

“Scourge?” Prime’s voice sounded a little firmer.

“Down,” Bee said. “Offline, maybe more than that. He’s not going anywhere for a while in either case.”

“Good. Wouldn’t…rzzzk…want to…do that again.” Sparks shot out and static discharge crackled across his chassis as he tried to transform again. Bee could hear his transformation cog grind, then catch on something and lock up. He winced in sympathy as Prime was reduced again to scrambled electronic sounds that bore little resemblance to speech in any language.

“Augh! Just stay still!” Mikaela said, jumping back, as did Sam. It was horrible to watch him try and fail.

The sirens announced the repair party’s arrival about fifteen minutes later. Inferno, Red Alert and Trailbreaker got to work on the fires immediately. Ratchet rolled right up to Prime and transformed, scanning for some time. “Prime, you’re a mess,” was his official medical pronouncement.

“He can’t transform,” Bee said, fretful in his movements.

Ratchet nodded, patting Bee’s shoulder. “He’ll be all right, we just need to get him back to base. Hoist?”

The green wrecker truck was already maneuvering himself into position. “I shall be careful,” he said, assiduous as ever.

Slowly, and with all sensors honed to detect any further Decepticon intrusions, they got him home. Hoist brought him into the med-bay and lifted him onto the largest table.

“Can you transform now?” Ratchet asked, scanning intently. Sam turned away, not wanting to see Prime fail again, but Mikaela stood on the gantry Ratchet had built for her so she was more on a useful level to work on the ‘Bots.

Again came the horrible grinding, and the catch, metal screaming against metal. Sparks shot from Prime’s underside and the whole truck shook like he was trying to explode.

“Stop, stop,” Ratchet said. “Your transaxle’s bent. Hang on.” Brawn? I could use you in here, if you don’t mind?

Yeah? What for?

Prime’s got a bent axle. I need someone strong enough to help me straighten it.

On my way.

Once Brawn got there, he and Ratchet got the axle unbent just enough that Prime could at last transform without shorting half his systems in pain.

“What the Pit did you do, Prime?” Brawn said, impressed, as Prime lay full length on the table. Both his arms were badly mangled, one shoulder almost completely out of joint, his hands a shredded mess. The humans, with their sensitive digits, so much of their sense of self wrapped up in their fragile manipulating organs, were most unnerved by that. His chest panels were spiderwebbed with cracks, over and among the now constant merge scars. His legs mostly became the back end of the truck, but parts of one shin were also bent, and his dorsal armor was crumpled in several places. There was severe internal damage to more delicate parts as well, and Ratchet started opening panels with his specialized medical codes right away, delving into Prime’s innards, trying to keep up with small cascade failures, damaged relays and circuits, before they became larger problems.

Prime was still, his optics dim, flickering sometimes as Ratchet manipulated something deep inside. Ratchet hissed like a steam engine at one point and blazed into one compartment with his plasma torch on the highest setting. A short blare of more incoherent noise burst from Prime’s vocal processors, though he didn’t move.

“This would be easier if you were offline,” Ratchet said pointedly.

“I’m not moving,” Prime said, patiently explaining the obvious.

“No, that’s not the point. It would be easier on me, if you were offline.”

Prime raised a supraorbital crest at him.

“Frag it, Optimus, do you trust me or not? Take a nap!”

Prime’s optics flickered, more with amusement than defiance, Sam thought, and with a rather overly dramatic sigh, Prime at last took himself offline.

Now that Prime was offline, Ratchet reached out and laid a hand on Bumblebee’s arm. “His injuries were grave at the crash site,” he said, a strange mixture of emotions coloring his normally gravelly and jovial voice. “They’re merely serious now. He would recover completely without any help from me, in a few orns, I think.”

“But, you will…” Bee began, and Ratchet nodded, already adjusting his medical plasma emitter and setting to work.

“Of course I will. But by the Allspark, he doesn’t need me any more.”

Maybe not for repairs, Bee thought. But they would all still need Ratchet, for being Ratchet.

<{>~~~<(o)>~~~<}>

Interlewd: Prime Pas de Gras

Ratchet yanked his microwelder out of the way as the last linkage repaired itself before his optics. He closed the armor panel with a snap. Moving around to Prime’s head, he placed his hands over the temporal gears and sent a distinctive pulse through the CPU. Prime’s optics blinked on and he sat up. Sam and Mikaela hugged each other and high-fived, er, foured, with Bee.

“Prime,” Bee said. “You must not put yourself needlessly in such danger again.”

“I wouldn’t call that needless, Bumblebee. Scourge isn’t to be trifled with,” Prime said.

“He’s right, you know,” said Ratchet. Prime turned to look at him.

“Ganging up on me?”

Ratchet crossed his arms. “If that’s what it takes.”

Prime growled. Not a threat, just a reaction. But it reminded them all who Megatron’s twin was.

Not in the least intimidated, Bee climbed up onto him, hands grasping Prime’s chest plates with a fond sort of desperation. Prime’s newly repaired arms came around him automatically, and Bee laid his forehead against Prime’s mandibular commisure hinge. A single cable surreptitiously snaked from Bee to Prime, the latter accepting the contact gladly, only holding back the full force of his thought lattices so as not to overwhelm the smaller bot.

Aw, Bee, Prime said, though he rarely used the nickname. Bumblebee’s worries unfolded jerkily, skittering awkwardly between them, half unbidden, trying to hide and yet aching for proper expression. Prime knew Bee didn’t think him suicidal, just a little too ready, Sam’s family’s motto aside, to give up his life for the sake of others. Too ready, when they all needed him so much.

Don’t leave us, please never leave us. Bee extended another cable, and another. He was shaking with desire for spark contact, but they couldn’t risk opening their chests with Sam and Mikaela present. The radiation, especially from Optimus, would kill them. Prime matched him cable for cable, understanding and echoing his desire and restraint. Holding back itself became arousing. Bee wrapped his arms around Optimus’ neck, and felt Prime embrace him even more tightly, their armor creaking and clanging softly. Prime produced a subsonic hum, making the sound resonate through his massive chest, creating a kind of sonar shadow of his spark that Bee could feel in his own chest. Bee’s back arched, his head falling against his door wings. He pushed against Prime, his feet braced on the table between Prime’s legs.

Sam and Mikaela stood staring, uncomprehending for about three rather long seconds. Ratchet merely watched them, refraining from comment. That in and of itself alerted Mikaela. That and the fact that Hoist and Brawn had conveniently absented themselves already. She grabbed Sam by the tee shirt and dragged him outside. She thought Ratchet grinned at her as they left, but it was hard to tell on his face the way his jaw guards hid most of his mouth. Old pervert.

“That was…” Sam said in a rather higher pitch than usual. “They…”

That was hot, was what that was, Mikaela thought, but she knew Sam would freak out. He was weirdly jealous of sharing Bee with anyone but herself, and also weirdly squeamish about…certain things the giant, alien, emotional robots did with each other. She shook her head, loving him anyway. Sam was Sam. His quirks were endearing. “Never mind, Sam,” she said, grinning. “We just need to find a nice quiet, secluded corner to go make out in. Now.”

Meanwhile, Ratchet let Prime and Bumblebee know the humans were at a safe distance. Bee snapped his chest open, moaning, pressing for Prime to do the same. Optimus caressed him in long strokes, touching his central helmet crest to Bee’s for a moment before giving in to the urge, finally allowing his spark chamber to unseal, slowly opening, bathing the med-bay in its steady blue-white light. Bee’s little golden sun shone bravely next to the blue giant, coronas gently lapping at one another. They fleetingly thought to merge, but Prime was still in no condition to do so safely, as Ratchet sharply reminded them, breaking in with his fierce transmission.

Come up, then, Bee invited him. The three of them hadn’t indulged in a trine with each other since landing on Earth. Prime, holding on to Bumblebee, moved back on the table, making more room. After a brief moment of consideration – and a quick scan to see where the impressionable young humans had gone…ah, there they were, and quite busy themselves, good – Ratchet climbed up, embracing Bee from behind, though he also stroked Prime’s chest with his fingertips. A bit of cable shuffling ensued, initiating the six links that brought all three together. Ratchet thought to keep his own spark chamber closed, merely riding on the waves of pleasure from the other two, but the heat from the bare sparks was getting to him, particularly Prime’s. Optimus was nigh irresistible, singing like the Allspark itself. Ancient yearnings all pointed to him like a lodestone to magnetic north; ineffable and inexorable. He felt his chest part almost of its own volition, adding warm amber fire to the light dancing all about them.

Primus, it’s been a while. He held on tightly, feeling Optimus’ arms – and legs – wrap around them both.

Indeed it has, Prime agreed, and initiated first-stage, drawing them in, spinning their stars so fast so hot, that ancient burning beyond all hope of equilibrium, emotions spilling from each to the others, positive feedback rising till they hovered on the brink. And Prime kept them there, astonishingly, on the electron-fine edge, extending the moment for cycle upon cycle, until Bee and Ratchet began to whimper and shake violently, the power building up too high to be contained any longer and they all slid down, riven into overload.

When they came back online, chests safely closed, Ratchet was surprised they hadn’t fallen off the repair table. But Prime had somehow kept them up there; though poor Bee was rather mashed between the two larger bots. Not that he was complaining. Ratchet scanned them both just to be sure. Bee was happily exhausted, and Prime was…fully recharged and functional. As though the massive head-on collision hadn’t occurred. Only Scourge’s body, had they kept it, would have given evidence; but Autobots were disinclined to take trophies, and Ratchet’s cursory scan of the Decepticon had been unable to pick up a definitive sign of life. Maybe the ‘Cons had retrieved and repaired him, maybe not. The humans might attempt to recycle his carcass, though their car-crushing machines would make no headway upon Cybertronian alloys. It hardly mattered at the moment.

Ratchet sighed and reluctantly got down, leaving Bumblebee still draped over Prime’s chest. Ratchet had CR chambers and growth tanks to tend. “You two stay put,” he said, waving a hand at them. “Yes, you too, Prime. Everything’s fine right now, you can afford to take it easy. I know you’re fully recovered physically. Consider this a bit of R and R.”

Bee and Prime exchanged a bemused look. “Whatever you say,” Bee said, managing to sound sleepy. He snuggled down against Prime, who cradled him and turned on his side so that he could curl around the smaller bot. What was the human term? Oh yes, spooning. Well not quite, since Bee was still facing Prime, but sort of.

Ratchet hummed to himself, pleased at being obeyed without question for once in the matter of rest. As the door to the inner chambers of the med-bay closed behind him, he heard Optimus murmuring Cybertronian endearments and Bee replying similarly. Ratchet’s optics glowed brighter. The affection between those two was special, and delightful, and it was good to see it again in full measure. Ratchet patted the plex on the latest batch of new protoforms recently ensparked. All were due to pairings with Prime, though he suspected that would change now that Wheeljack and Bumblebee’s progeny was doing so well. New sparks, old friends. Ratchet hummed happily to himself as he made his rounds, and night fell on the Autobot base.

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Note - This takes place in the same storyline as Subatomic Waltz. ^___^

Crossposted to tf2007fun

Question

2008-04-08T07:35:11Z

Just a quick question to you all before I head to bed. Is anyone interested in a Transformers Oekaki board? I can set up one on my website if enough people would like one. I don't know of any that are just for Transformers but the one I could make would be for all of them, G1, The Movie, Animated, Armada, and so on. So please comment back and if enough people are interested I'll have one up and ready to go be end of the weekend.

I cross posted this to a bunch of other TF communities so sorry if you see this post a bunch of times.

Transformers Photo Shoot

2008-04-05T00:58:49Z

I thought I'd have a little camera fun today and it's also practice. Optimus Prime and Megatron were nice enough to model for me. They are both from the Revoltech series. I thought I got some really good shots, take a look and enjoy.