#//my writing

[angel-in-shibari]

a slave's collar is their most important accessory. not only does it show that they're owned, but with stylization and customization, it can also show who exactly owns them. Mistress prefers a nice rose gold band with floral engravings. to the unsuspecting, it looks like a fancy metal choker or extravagant piece of jewelry. but to those who do know, it's true purpose is undeniable.

the collar is equipped with the obvious essential features: gps, microphone, motion trackers, proximity sensors, and various devices that monitor my every movement. of course, all those features would be pretty pointless if Mistress didn't have a way to control me. that's why there are five electrodes placed equidistant from each other at various points along my neck. the electrodes can be controlled manually by a secure program that only Mistress has access to. all five can be fired individually, with 25 levels of intensity. 1 is a mild tickle. 5 is a painful shock, but relatively manageable as long as it's not prolonged. 10 is enough to bring me to my knees as I cry and beg for her to stop. she has only ever used 11 once, and I blacked out immediately. as for 25... don't worry about it

the collar features an incredibly secure and tamper-proof locking system. as it's locked, various circuits are armed. if the lock is broken and those circuits are broken... um... well. maybe you're thinking I can just wait for the battery to drain completely before taking it off without issue. think again, because there are two batteries installed that last quite a long time without a charge. the collar itself doesn't use all that much electricity, but in the case that one battery is completely drained, it will switch to the second battery. both batteries can last about 5 months each, so I'd have to go almost a year without charging for it to even reach depletion. also, once the final battery reaches its last 5% of charge, all the remaining electricity is released at once through the electrodes at level 25 until there is nothing left. basically, my collar isn't coming off with me alive.

I never have to worry about low batteries, however. Mistress has installed a number of radio frequency wireless charging devices around her mansion, meaning that as long as I am inside, my battery remains at almost full charge. the only time it has ever dipped below 99.7% is one afternoon when Mistress was extremely mad at her father and decided to take her anger out on me. whatever makes her happy makes me happy. I'm glad that my suffering is cathartic for her.

alongside the chargers, proximity detectors are placed on the outside walls. if I get to close to an exit, Mistress is automatically notified and a level 1 shock is admitted. if I get even closer, the shock is amplified dramatically. stepping outside is a level 25. the only way I'm ever allowed outside is if Mistress manually disables the 'electric fence' as she calls it. but when she does that, she has a separate system that acts in a similar way that shocks me more the further away from her I get.

you might think that all of this is unnecessary. all these systems and programs are what you might call "exceptionally overkill" or "horribly sadistic" or "just plain cruel". but the main reason they exist actually isn't to keep me in line. even if trying to take my collar off didn't kill me, I wouldn't ever dream of removing it. I would never go outside unless Mistress made me, even without the electric fence active. even the 25 levels of shock are a display of power. I'm small enough that level 13 would probably be enough to kill me.

the reason all these things exist is actually to show everyone that every single aspect of my life is completely under Mistress's control. I already know it's pointless to try and escape or fight back. I realized that before the collar was ever locked around my throat. all the ways in which Mistress has power over me are already obvious to me. because these precautions aren't for me. they're for you. to terrify you, and show you exactly what happens to people who wrong my Mistress. unless you want to end up like me, I strongly recommend you stay on her good side.

#dosnsft #lesbian bd/sm #sadistic lesbians #//kidnapping #//slave #//shock collar #//stockholm #//brainwashing #//my writing

[talesfromlissom]

hello everything is fine? If requests are still open, I would like to know if you can do the reaction of the Decepticons (Megatron, Tarn, Overlord and Soundwave) with a Cybertronian s/o who is a cannibal and uses a fucinheira? Is she a powerful and insane warrior? If you don't want to write, ignore it, thank you.

Fandom: Transformers (IDW?)

TW: Violence, Implied Gore, Cannablism

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A/N: I don’t normally do IDW requests (haven't read it all, and I also assumed that's the universe you wanted), however I recognize these characters enough that I did the request anyways because my inbox has been the sahara desert for the past couple of months Anyways I loved this request, so thank you. And yes, everything is good. 

MEGATRON

 » He puts a leash on you, sorry. 

 » Your relationship is absolutely terrifying, a lord and his loyal guard dog that eats people

 » When he first discovered your cannabalistic tendencies, he was shocked at first. He mainly just cops it up as a habit not yet broken from your upbringing. He had to do various unsavory things to survive being a low caste member, so why were you any different? 

 » relationship wise your dynamic is pretty much what is said above. You parades you around like a trophy, and sometimes even feeds you the severed limbs/organs of his prisoners. You don't mind as long as your fed apparently.

 » A long time ago, (for shits and giggles) he had said that he would use you as an execution method. Mainly for individuals that betrayed him and Megatron didn’t feel like hunting them down himself. When he saw how enthusiastic you were he made it a thing. 

 » Nothing pleases him more than letting you out of the muzzle to go ‘hunt’ and seeing you bring back a limb, organ, or seeing your intake covered in energon. It does something to him. 

 » May or may not have a predator/prey kink now 

TARN 

 » Probably the one to give you the muzzle in the first place.  

 »  You’re definitely a member of DJD by the way, I’d imagine he’d name you after the capital of his home city.

 » You and him met when he was going after yet another Decepticon traitor. He had expected to find yet another snivling coward, or a fighter. 

 » What he found was a half eaten corpse with you hovering over it. You looked wild, disheveled, but there was a sense of intelligence in your optics despite how much bloodshed you caused. 

 » And you caused alot. 

 » (Similar to Megatron) If on the rare occasion that the DJD’s current target gets away he send you on the hunt. He always orders you to bring them back alive, but he never says if they have to come back with all their limbs in tact. 

 » He prefers to kill them himself, and alternates between letting Tesarus grind them into bits or letting you eat them alive. 

 » He once had Tesarus grind a deserter into paste, and then Tarn served it to you as some fucked up smoothie. 

 » He still laughs about it to this day btw 

OVERLORD 

  » Was most likely frightened of you at first. You were strong, probably insane because you flat out ate people without a care in the world. However, that wasn’t what frightened him. 

 » You were smart. Every kill you made was calculated and precise. It was always people that the others wouldn’t notice missing. You memorized their schedule, the type of energon they had, the amount of exercise they got. 

 » Your prey was carefully, hand selected. You had certain types of people that you went after to consume, and people you avoided like the plague. 

  » At first he didn’t notice that various prisoners were going missing. He didn’t care, they couldn’t escape even if they tried. He didn’t really mind if the other Decepticons had dragged some loud mouthed Autobot out of their cells to give them a piece of their mind to be honest. 

 » And then he found a half eaten Autobot hanging from the ceiling, and that scared the hell out of him. He knew about your tendencies to devour your fellow Cybertronian, he just never thought he’d witness the aftermath. 

 » Afterwards you two come with a sort of unspoken agreement. You’re clearly settling for half cooked chow and he isn’t sure how long you’ll be satisfied with that. 

 » He keeps a close eye on you, and has a ‘list’ of your ‘most liked’ traits in a prey. Their energon type, the functionality of their frame, that sort of thing. If they happened to win enough fights, instead of Overlord giving his usual, ‘kill me or kill yourself’ dilemma, he rearranges it to ‘kill you or kill yourself’. 

 » You look completely unassuming to most, and you use that your advantage. 

 » Overlord loves seeing the look on people’s face when you don’t go for the kill, but instead open your mouth. The moment they see what’s inside they start screaming. 

 » He’ll never get tired of those noises. 

#//my writing #//requests #overlord x reader #megatron x reader #tarn x reader #woah first request #I haven't done anything on here in so long what else do i put

[daughter-of-sapph0]

doing some facial expression and stuff.

anyway, this is Mava Fitzgerald, a character from an upcoming story I'm working on called Fool's Mate.

yes I know I have like fifty thousand OCs at this point, but who cares.

#dostxt #my art #dospics #pixel art #maebhdos #maid outfit #Mava Fitzgerald #my OCs #Fool's Mate #//my art #//my writing

[twiincast]

✏️ and for @warriorsparked <3

I just realized, that it didn't include Megatron.

#//My writing

[faeriekit]

"This fic was ai generated—" Cool, so lemme block you real quick

#the ethics are whack but more importantly you didn't even want to write it?? who is it even for?? not you? not me? #you didn't even have enough interest in the premise to take a crack at it?? then who cares? #please don't populate in my search results I'm looking for things that people wrote because they liked something #ao3

[thesefallenembers]

the problem with reading and writing leading to a strong vocabulary is that you tend to know the vibe of words instead of their meanings.

if I used this word in a sentence, would it make sense? absolutely. if you asked me what it meant, could I tell you? absolutely not.

#someone send this to my english teacher because vocab tests are hard #writing memes #reading #writers #writers of tumblr #writers of instagram #writing #writer #reader #writer memes #readers of tumblr

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

#yeehaw #1k #5k #10k #posts that got cursed. blasted. im making these tag updates after... 19 hours? #also i have been told it should say speech loss bc nonverbal specifically refers to the permanent state. did not know that! #unfortunately i fear it is so far past containment that even if i edited it now it would do very little. but noted for future reference #edit 2: nvm enough ppl have come to rb it from me directly that i changed the wording a bit. hopefully this makes sense #also. in case anyone is curious. though i doubt anyone who is commenting these things will check the original tags #1) my friend did not do this on purpose in any way. it was not intended to distract me or to hit on me. im a lesbian hes a gay man. cmon now #he felt very bad about it afterwards. i thought it was hilarious but it was very embarrassed and apologetic #2) “why didn't he use 🫵🏼?” didn't exist yet. “why didn't he use 🆗?” dunno! we'd been using a lot of hand emojis. 👌🏼 is an ok sign #like it makes sense. it was just a silly mixup. also No i did not invent 👉🏼👌🏼 as a gesture meaning sex. do you live under a rock #3) nonspeaking episodes are a recurring thing in my life and have been since i was born. this is not a quirky one-time thing #it is a pervasive issue that is very frustrating to both myself and the people i am trying to communicate with. in which trying to speak is #extremely distressing and causes very genuine anguish. this post is not me making light of it it's just a funny thing that happened once #it's no different than if i post about a funny thing that happened in conjunction w a physical disability. it's just me talking abt my life #i don't mind character tags tho. those can be entertaining. i don't know what any of you are talking about #Except the ppl who have said this is pego/ryu or wang/xian. those people i understand and respect #if you use it as a writing prompt that's fine but send it to me. i want to see it #aaaand i think that's it. everyday im tempted to turn off rbs on it. it hasn't even been a week

[yeehawpim]

a comic about fix-it fanfics

#original comic #fanfic #fix it fic #fandom #dr who #bbc sherlock #avengers #my comic #my art #been thinking about the truly dumb amount of time I've spent reading fanfic #i started writing fix-it fic like a couple months ago and I Get It #teenage pim was a dumbass

[who-canceled-roger-rabbit]

Some spins on the "mostly male team with a token woman" trope:

The woman is trans and stayed in her old circle of bros even after transition

The woman is the only one in her circle of "girls" who didn't turn out to be a trans man

#of course even in that case i'd still make plenty of other characters female OUTSIDE the main team #there's a they wolf in my closet #gender #transgender #trans #lgbtq+ #queer #story ideas #writing prompts

[striving-artist]

The best piece of advice I ever got was not meant as advice, but as an edict. If I was going to threaten people as a joke, it had to be so far out of proportion with what happened that it would be obvious I was joking. This changed how I expressed frustration with others. It then changed how I expressed frustration with myself.

Not “I’m going to hit you” but “I am going to buy a tuna sub from the gas station and hide it under the seat of your car”

Not “I’m going to kill myself” but “I am going to walk into the desert and let the scarabs take me”

The other side then happened. When I mess something up, instead of saying it’s bad and perpetuating negative thoughts, swing hard the other way.

Not “this art is terrible” but “this shall be framed and mounted on the wall in my museum exhibition as testament to the suffering I had to overcome”

Have been doing this since high school. It was my drama teacher who asked me to please stop scaring the actors. The other half of the edict was that I had to say it in a polite tone, and end it with either please or thank you.

Life changing. 10/10 Mr Muëller. Highly reccomend.

#my life #why yes #this is obvious in my writing #thank you for asking

[i-will-write]

#writers #writing #ao3 #writer #writers woes #fanfiction #writers meme #fanfic #writer memes #daydreaming #daydreaming in front of my open laptop

[angel-in-shibari]

hey, I wrote a story. I know I already posted a rough draft of this a while back, but this version is updated and far better than what I wrote while horny and half asleep

check it out here

it's called "The Price Of Freedom" and is about a woman discovering her sexuality and kinks while in prison. the first chapter is up now, and I plan on adding a few more in the near future.

#dostxt #dosnsft #lesbian bd/sm #//prison #//my writing

[talesfromlissom]

Lifetimes

Fandom: Transformers [ Prime ] 

Rating: T

Characters: Optimus Prime

TW: Major Character death

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Summary: Optimus smiles sincerely, deeply, looking directly into your optics as you say this. “Promise. Promise to find me again,” He stops momentarily, his grip on your hand tightening. “Please.”

You just nod your head with a hum. “Promise.”

ALT [A03]

“I know, I know. ‘I’m sorry for throwing you through the ground bridge’. ‘I’m sorry for getting jacked without you’-” You cut yourself off, seeing the frown on Optimus’ face. “What’s wrong?” Optimus looks at the floor, face twisting while his teeth clench. The metal around his eyes bunches up, a pained expression on his face. He looks over your frame, bright blue optics settling on the mesh gauze around your side. He swears he can see the energon peeking through the seams. For a moment, he closes his eyes. 

You can feel the surge of regret and other phrases through your bond, and for a moment, you say nothing. You then shake your head, shuffling around on the floor to face him fully now. 

“No,” You start. “You’re not weak. I probably would’ve pissed myself if I had to stay behind like that.” You shake your head before jabbing a finger into his chest. “Just don’t throw me through portals if you’re not gonna follow right after, okay?” 

Optimus’ gaze flickers down to look at you, the same expression on his face. “That…was not my intention.” 

You’ve never seen him look this pained before. It’s almost suffocating. “I failed to uphold the promise I made,” He starts. “I-” 

He stops once more, this time taking your hand in his. Your face softens at this, door wings twitching slightly. You don’t say anything at first. You’re not sure what to say, frankly. 

Optimus uses a free hand to touch your cheek and caresses his thumb over your face, stopping midway. 

“Prime? You know you can tell me anything, right?” You start. You return to the supplies but don’t let go of Optimus’ hand. It’s an opening, a chance to let Optimus talk. It’s a 50/50 chance that Optimus will, frankly. It��s anyone’s guess if Optimus ever talks about his feelings, especially personal ones. Even more so ones of doubt. Optimus hesitates for a moment, looking down at the floor again. “I…love you,” He says quietly. Silence fills the supply room again. “But our relationship is not…perfect.” 

“So?” You reply, turning back with an amused expression on your face. “No relationship is perfect?” 

Optimus shifts. “I…am not comfortable with our relationship. You are constantly getting hurt because of me and I-” He cuts himself off again, the other hand curling into a tight fist. “I want you to be happy, and that will not be possible if I am in your life.” 

You put a hand over his mouth. “Ah! I have heard that since we’ve been at war thousands of times,” You interject. “I don’t care, Optimus. Even before you knew me, I was a magnet for trouble.” You shake your head. “We’re both magnets for trouble. It’s annoying at best, but I won’t break up with you because I got hurt.” 

“I do not wish for you to perish because of my actions-”

“I’m not gonna die, Optimus.” 

Silence fills the room again. “I love you, I truly do, but I-I cannot stay in this relationship. I am so sorry.” His tone is quite sad. He can’t even look at you while he says this. If he didn’t have more control over his frame, he’d be crying, begging for forgiveness, to forget this entire conversation. “You deserve better than me. Someone who is not constantly putting you in danger.” Your grip on his hand tightens. “Optimus, what-” “No,” Optimus whispers. “Please listen to me. I am not the right one for you-” “You don’t get to decide that.” You say, you almost snap it. Almost. “I know, I-” Optimus cuts himself off, hesitating again. “I know you love me, but I cannot bear to hurt you any further. I-” “Optimus, for primus sake!” You exclaim. “Where is this even coming from?” 

Optimus is silent. He looks at the floor. “Then I shall be honest with you,” He starts. “I am no longer in love with you.” It hurts to say it, and it's a lie that he prays you realize is blatant. 

You don’t, based on your expression. “What?” You ask softly. “You’re not-what-why-why are you? When did this even-”

Optimus looks down at his hands. He wants to say something else but knows it will be less believable the more he speaks. He isn’t sure if he wants you to believe him or not. Part of him does if it saves you from the heartbreak. This war will end in one of two ways: his death or Megatron’s. There’s no alternative, no signs of peace. Too much blood has been spilled for forgiveness to be considered. 

You swallow thickly at this before your shoulders slump, expression going slack, blank even. You sigh, crossing your arms. “Okay then,” You reply, tone flat. “If that’s all you had to say, then fine. We’re done; good luck with that uh…other person.” 

Optimus is failing you. He knows he is. He’s a coward and hates himself for doing this to you and himself. It's the only way, his mind tells him. He has to keep you safe, above all. He has to keep everyone safe. Megatron is cruel and vindictive. The warlord had a habit of killing those Optimus showed affection towards. He can’t think about Ironhide or Prowl. “(Y/N)-” It’s the fact that you don’t even look like you care. “What.” You ask, counting the supplies again. You don’t look at him anymore. You can’t look at him anymore. 

“I’m…I love you.” He says. It hurts to say it. It’s never hurt to say it until now. “I will…never stop loving you. I will always love you-” “Not enough to stay, though, right?” You snap. You stand now, handing the clipboard to Optimus. He wishes you shoved it into his chest. 

He wishes you smacked him, screamed at him, cried, or did something other than accept this. You move past him. 

“I-, wait-” 

You stop, hands hovering over the button to open the door, looking over your shoulder—the blank expression on your face. You suddenly look exhausted, years older than you are. You don’t say anything, but he can tell you’re at least listening. 

“Please promise to find someone better.” Optimus is desperate, and it's obvious. He clings to you like a drowning man. He’s always done this. He’s stuck to the ones he cares about lest they drift away from him forever, which most do, eventually. 

“No.” 

“No?” “Yeah, no.” You repeat. 

“(Y/N), I do not have the strength to love you how you deserve.”

“So what?” You reply softly, squeezing the bridge of your nose. “I-” “I want you to be happy-” He interrupts. 

“I don’t expect you to be 100% always.” 

He’s silent, taking in the weight of your words—the truth. He meets your gaze for a moment before looking at the floor again. “I truly have found someone else.” 

You seem to freeze at this. He isn’t sure if you believe him or not. He never gets the chance to ask. You just shake your head and walk away. 

_______________

You are transferred to another base. A space bridge is secured somewhere along the line, and you leave when another base needs help. You never liked Earth, never seeming to make or have the time to see what Optimus saw in it. You two talk sometimes, but it's mainly just status reports. 

Optimus cares too much. When the base gets too quiet and his chest too loud, he reads the reports repeatedly. He knows you wrote it. You use ‘just’ or the word ‘and’ too much while you write. 

You stop sending messages a few months later. Intel says that the planet you were stationed on was overrun by Decepticons. The entire section of the earth goes silent for four months straight. 

The following status report is positive. The Decepticons were chased off the planet. The losses were many, but the victory was well deserved, as small as it was. 

He wants to tell you it was a mistake. He wants to say to you that he loves you still, that he was scared, that if the war ever ended–if he ever managed to kill Megatron, he’d come for him seconds after. He wouldn’t care if the energon was still on his hands. 

The words don’t feel enough anymore. 

_______________

Megatron dies, killed by Bumble Bee using the Star Sabre. They’ve won. They’ve won, and it doesn’t seem to fully settle in until Optimus waves Megatron goodbye and puts the Allspark in his chest. He feels its thumping in his spark, pulsing wildly. It hurts all the time. 

He would jump into the Well; he even had a speech prepared. Ratchet had insisted on a celebration. He woke up in the med bay, with Ratchet begging him not to leave. To wait. 

They could find a solution another way. A way where nobody died, where Optimus lived on the planet he fought so hard for. 

More and more Autobots are returning to Cybertron, Decepticons with them. Forgiveness can be sought after. 

He’s lost. Every arrival of a ship brings hurt. The Allspark’s pain is minor now, minuscule in the broader range of things. He thinks of you. He would have said that one more second of you would be enough for a lifetime, but he knows that’d be a lie. He’d get you, and he’d never let you go again, time be damned. 

_______________

Your crew returns to Cybertron a few days after that; they make no mention of you. Optimus doesn’t ask. The ship looks like hot garbage, and the crew seems worse. A combination of Autobots and Decepticons, all wounded, all weary, all tired. 

“We couldn’t leave them there.” You say to him, walking across the loading dock. You tie more of the ship to an anchor. “It’s not the Autobot way.” 

Optimus just hums. He knows it's just them here, but the calm, monotonic voice you greet him with sends a shiver down his spine. “I thought you were dead.” He blurts out. “I am.” You reply, grunting as you tighten the rope to the ship. You grab another rope. The ship knows how to anchor itself due to its AI technology; everyone else is celebrating. You’ve never been one for parties, but why are you doing a task such as this on your own?

Someone walks past Optimus, straight into your frame. The Allspark sings as Optimus crumbles. 

“How?” Optimus asks, tilting his head. He bites his tongue until it bleeds to stop from screaming out. 

“A few days after I reported that the Decepticons ran off,” You reply again. “There was a mole; they snuck poison into my energon.” 

A painful way to go. 

Now Optimus crumbles. Nobody is sure why he cries. 

_______________

The Allspark is extracted at the cost of Optimus’ frame. Transferring to another frame is strange. He feels young, some days old the next. 

Cybertron flourishes. You stay by his side. Optimus sees campsites turn into cities. The world doesn’t need a Prime anymore, he concludes. He struggles to fit into a world of peace. He’s known violence for so long that he isn’t sure what anything else feels like. He’s forgotten what you feel like. 

He sits on the roof of his cabin. A tiny shack in the crystal forests of Rodion. “If you were alive…what would you do?” He isn’t sure if your ghostly form will respond. You do most of the time, but sometimes you don’t. 

“Honestly?” You start. Your voice sounds further away now. 

Optimus is getting older, but you still look as young as ever. “I’m not sure,” You muse. “I probably would’ve wanted to have a family with you by now if you wanted.” 

He can feel his spark hammer in his chest. “Would anyone accept it?”

“Pft,” You snorted. “Yeah, they would. I mean, what’re they going to say? ‘No, you cannot have children with your lover.’” You mock someone. He isn’t sure who. 

“But…you would like that, correct? To start a family?” He doesn’t hear your answer due to how much his chest has started to ache. He can’t breathe. He’s never wanted something more than this; being denied it feels suffocating. 

“Would you have accepted that idea…if…you were alive?” “Yep.” You reply, popping the ‘p.’ You look back at the stars. “2 sparklings would’ve been great. I’d hope they’d have your eyes, your smile-” You cut yourself off. “Slag, I’d hope they’d look like you more than me, frankly.” “They would have been beautiful,” Optimus admits quietly. His knees draw into his chest, cheek resting against his knee. He can almost picture their faces, what shade of blue their optics would’ve been. Their smiles would scream his face, but their mannerisms and nature quickly picked up on belonging to you.

“Yeah, they would have.” You whisper. 

_______________

Optimus is getting older; he can feel his frame dwindling, his spark flickering. It doesn’t hurt physically, but mentally, it takes a toll. He knows death is a natural part of life, but that doesn’t make it less surprising. He doesn’t tell Ratchet; the medic is gone by now anyway. He doesn’t say to Ultra Magnus he can’t worry him. BumbleBee and Smokescreen are too busy. Arcee and Bulkhead are off the planet, and Wheeljack is also gone. He couldn’t bear to be without the medic. 

Knowing that he’ll be gone by the time they arrive hurts. 

He looks up at you again, sadness dripping from every word. He doesn’t have enough strength to move most days. Optimus lies in his bed in a dark room; the cabin is dirty, not filthy, but dirty in a way that he knows you would’ve complained about if you were here. 

You feel young still, even more transparent. He’s forgotten what you look like. 

“Why did you stay this long?” He asks quietly. 

“I promised not to leave.” You say, voice soft, as if it's in another room or all around him. 

Something cold touches his cheek. Optimus only sees the yellow and white spark before him. 

“I remember.” Optimus nods. It hurts; he doesn’t want to think about his eventual departure. “Please stay.” 

“Of course,” You say softly, tenderly. You’re becoming clearer. “Always.” 

Optimus nods; he can feel his optics burning. He blinks a few times. Nothing comes. “What will it feel like?” 

“Depends on how you go,” YOu reply with what Optimus thinks is a shrug. “It hurt because I was…well.. poisoned.” You pause. “You’re lucky, dying of old age.” 

Optimus doesn’t have enough energy to chuckle. “Do you remember…when I first met you?” He asks softly. “I was nervous, and you were…you were just…” 

He doesn’t finish. 

_______________

Optimus wakes up in his cabin. He feels lighter somehow, younger, warmer. The house is clean, and the bedroom is different. It isn’t a tiny mattress in the corner of the room. It isn’t near the window facing the forest or skylight. It's bigger, queen-sized, and fit for two. 

His mind is fuzzy while he sits up, the blanket slowly falling off his body. He sees you beside him; you are solid for the first time in those lonely 700 years. You continue to type on the laptop for a moment before he turns.

“Hey.” 

His optics widen, and he can’t stop the smile from spreading across his features. “You’re not a ghost,” He starts. “What…happened?” 

You say nothing, giving him a moment. It clicks. “Sorry.” You mouth. 

“Is this the Allspark?” Optimus blurts out. He can feel his optics burn; tears fall this time. 

“Not really, more like…something in between,” You reply. You wrap an arm around his shoulder. “It’s…more like a place to come to terms with dying.” 

Optimus says nothing, looking at the screen on your laptop. You’re watching a video he doesn’t recognize. 

“Then…we go together?” 

“Yes,” You smile softly, kissing his forehead. “We can.” 

Optimus sighs, his frame relaxing finally. He can feel his metal shifting, flattening itself against his frame in ways it used to before the war. “When we are reborn��will we meet again.” You shrug. “Maybe.” 

The word hits Optimus; the implications send a chill down his spine so violently that he has to grab the blankets. “Will we find each other then?” He takes your hand in his own. You squeeze it. 

“Maybe.” You whisper. 

Optimus smiles sincerely and deeply, looking directly into your optics as you say this. “Promise. Promise to find me again,” He stops momentarily, his grip on your hand tightening. “Please.” You just nod your head with a hum. “Promise.” 

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' 'Till then, my darling, please wait for me Till then, no matter when it be Some day I know I'll be back again Please wait till then Our dreams will live though we are apart Our love I know we'll keep in our hearts Till then, when all the world will be free Please wait for me Although there are oceans we must cross And mountains that we must climb I know every gain must have a loss So pray that our loss is nothing but time ' '

- Till Then, The Mills Brothers (1944)

#optimus x reader #optimus prime x reader #pls look at this #//my writing #was originally a patreon post but #i spent hours crying over it so #i am so attached to this man pls help

[daughter-of-sapph0]

"I would go through hell to save you" would you go through heaven to save me?

would you accend to the realm of godhood? would you enter the plane of ethereal beings? would you tear down the golden gates? would you fight angels keeping me captive? would you kill god and end their unjust reign? could you avoid the temptation to become god yourself? would you have the strength to bring me back even though you know we're both doomed to eternal damnation when we die? I know you'd walk across brimstone and fight demons to save me. but would you deface holiness and sacrifice your soul to save me?

#//my writing #I have a new idea for a story coming up soon #still working it out #BLOODLUST #maebhdos #my OCs #dostxt

[monsoon-of-art]

#I'm serious stop doing it #theyre scraping fanfics and other authors writing #'oh but i wanna rp with my favs' then learn to write #studios wanna use ai to put writers AND artists out of business stop feeding the fucking machine!!!!

[falseficus]

everybody’s always on writing prompts like “what if there was a world where everyone had a timer ticking down to their death… but you met someone whose timer said infinity!” or “what if everyone had their cause of death tattooed across their forehead… but you met someone whose forehead said THE CREATURE!” Enough -

enough. stop with the shock value. there is no need to insert THE CREATURE; the benign concept of such a world is horrifying enough. not even in urgency, but just in banal, everyday interaction. imagine you meet someone and their timer says two years. not tomorrow, not urgently soon, but two years. enough to do quite a lot. they could fall in love in that time - could they get engaged? have a baby? you might otherwise get to know them, befriend them, but perhaps you opt not to, make a conscious choice not to invest in your own grief. what balancing act would every individual person have to participate in - I have ten years, is that long enough to be a good mother to children? is that long enough to secure a caretaker for my own mother? my wife will die a few months before me. my newborn’s timer reads nineteen years.

and cause of death. you interview for a job and emblazoned across the healthy, smiling face of the HR lady is MALNUTRITION. your country is prospering, safe, but every person you meet on the street from the babies to the old women read BOMB. BOMB. what kind of havoc would fate wreak on the world? what about the loss of privacy? how would that shape our notions of hope? idk man I think a lot of those ancient poems were right, and the fates are monsters. I’m interested by the framing of these ideas as trite horror tales when the premises themselves are so much more disturbing if simply taken to their logical ends

#debated making the cause of death in the happy country also MALNUTRITION. MALNUTRITION. might have been a better specific image but these #better illustrate my point #the frog speaks #writing