rose-colored-optics

~One Bot Apocalypse~

IDW based Thunderwing

Multiship

Semi selective

OC/cross fandom friendly

Oh! There was someone talking to him!

A little organic looking being had shown up right near his pedes, so soft and pastel blue looking, ohhh what a darling! The phase sizer made sure to keep careful steps back from Hosin, kneeling down to get a better look at the pretty colored creature.

“My, you are absolutely adorable sweetpark! I appreciate the compliment, however, I think you have a much more beautiful color! Where are you from little friend?”

“My name is Overlord, and you’d be matter-o-fact. I am all, one hundred percent Cybertronian.”

He had to resist another light pat, didn’t want to accidentally press too hard!

“You have your own planet too? How unique! Suppaliax…It slides right off the glossa, doesn’t it?”

He repeated it a final time and chuckled, a curiosity striking in his optics.

“Rubber you say? My…I believe there are creatures on Earth similar to you!…Although not sentient, I wish I could remember the name..”

Soft, squishy, fragile, he remembered that much. They were to be handled with extreme delicatessen, which in retrospect maybe Overlord shouldn’t have been pawing all over his new friend with his servos just in case.

“You aren’t as fragile, are you? I always try to be as careful as I can but I am rather big..”

He’d had experiences with balloons on earth with his holomatter avatar. He used to love going to little carnivals and collecting toys and going on rides, it was nice being small every once in a while. But he’d snagged balloons in the past as well, but they were so incredible fragile. Soft and fun to hold and feel, but one wrong move and they’d be gone. It was sad every time, but Hosin was special, he was here to stay! Overlord had kept up the soft petting, engines purring in delight at the way the creature leaned into his big touch.

“Goodness I’m glad. Earthen balloons have a nice texture but they’re incredibly fragile. And the last thing I’d ever want to do was accidentally hurt you, little friend.”

He’d never forgive himself. But that wouldn’t be a worry now. He finally freed Hosin from his scritches and gave him a happy little smile, offering the emperor a spot inside his habsuite. It was exciting having a partner to do crafts with! Perhaps they could trade skills, even!

It's ribbon collar is a bit mangled. Hus voice muffled," Can you help me make a proper collar...?"

Overlord had flinched a tad in surprise at the soft plonk of something against his hip plates. Turning around, he noticed Rodimus resting himself against him, a plush in hand. The massive triple changer knelt himself down and reached out, taking a very gentle hold of the little thing in his servos with a soft smile splaying his face.

“Well, I’m not the best doctor, of course. But I love all plush creatures deeply, and I’ll take good care of your little friend, that I can promise on.”

Empress, such a sweet name… He’d do whatever he could to fix her up and make her good as new! But as the bigger mech walked back towards his crafting station, he’d noticed Rodimus kind of lagging behind, and he’d stopped, blue optics gazing down at his friend and his co captain.

“Is something the matter Rodimus? You seem rather down today.”

Now he was squatting down to be more at his level, placing his free servo on the other’s shoulder plating.

Overlord had his fateful run in with the slumbering mech during his trip back to Earth. It had been a long while since he'd last visited, so it came as a surprise to the triple changer that a prime himself was strewn about on the ground, seemingly offline, as if he was recharging. The massive point one percenter reached the prime, kneeling down and cupping the mech's cheek guard, using his free servo to try and awaken him with a few shakes.

""Optimus? What's going on?" @rosecoloredoptics

The red mech clearly was a bit of a mess so it seemed, struggling in his sleep, struggling to just to try to get away from this horrible nightmare.

In a way he could tell indeed it was his nightmares again, and he could tell that he was just stuck in recharge, and was stuck in his recharge. He over exerted himself clearly, and now he was paying the price for it. Slight orange tears did escape his optics as he struggled on the ground, clearly trying to get away from something.

“Nonono…please…” Optimus whined a bit as his frame shook, at first unaware of the mech in front of him, trying to console him and wake him up. It seemed his actions of staying up came to bite him with a vengeance. And now he was a victim in a way, vulnerable and anyone that had wrong intentions had their opportunity if they wanted to take it. The prime was weak right now.

Concern laced itself around Overlord’s spark.

It wasn’t often you’d just find a mech laying outside on the ground in a fit of a nightmare, and even less common for it to be one of the primes. But Overlord was careful, gently shaking the big mech until the other seemed to come to little by little, vents finally unhitching and letting out a relieved sigh.

“Oh thank Primus you’re okay! I was afraid you wouldn’t wake up.”

He replied, half of Optimus’s body was now resting in the other’s lap, cradling his head to keep it up.

Poor thing, he looked so tired, like he was definitely in need of some proper recharge and some tea too, something hot to warm up his insides and hopefully loll the prime into slumber.

“I think you should sir. You look….Pardon the manner in which I say this, but…You look awful.”

Awful indeed. He needed recharge, and there was no way that he was going to let the big mech off the hook now. After all, he could carry him! The triple changer wasted no time in shifting his arms under Optimus, raising him from his lap and cradling him there, heavy pedesteps started to make their way back towards his makeshift home for his time spent on Earth.

“We can talk more later when you’re better rested. For now however, let me take care of you Sweetspark.”

Thankfully the walk wasn’t long and Optimus wasn’t heavy to the triple changer. He carried the Prime all the way back to his cozy little sub ship, it was something he’d used as a temporary home when he wasn’t back on Cybertron. It was smaller than a normal starship but cozy, it’s metal walls a pastel purple with plants and trinkets amongst scattered art supplies and yarn. The berth was covered in fluffy blankets, ones he’d been given as gifts or taken from Earth, with cute, fluffy little stuffed animal creatures scattered about. Overlord made his way to the berth, laying Optimus down gently into the warm softness, a pleasant little smile on his faceplates.

“Let me brew you some tea as well dear, hopefully it’ll help you relax.”

Now he’d turned to his little stove, always keeping a side eye on the Prime just in case he needed him.

Here comes overlord, pinching his cheek gently in his digits.

@rosecoloredoptics

He gave a light pet to one of his feelers and rose from his squatted position, optics beaming.

this is a voice request for somebody who asked me to voice_Overlord a while back. The scene is from Last Stand Of The Wreckers #3. 

Overlord had his fateful run in with the slumbering mech during his trip back to Earth. It had been a long while since he'd last visited, so it came as a surprise to the triple changer that a prime himself was strewn about on the ground, seemingly offline, as if he was recharging. The massive point one percenter reached the prime, kneeling down and cupping the mech's cheek guard, using his free servo to try and awaken him with a few shakes.

""Optimus? What's going on?" @rosecoloredoptics

The red mech clearly was a bit of a mess so it seemed, struggling in his sleep, struggling to just to try to get away from this horrible nightmare.

In a way he could tell indeed it was his nightmares again, and he could tell that he was just stuck in recharge, and was stuck in his recharge. He over exerted himself clearly, and now he was paying the price for it. Slight orange tears did escape his optics as he struggled on the ground, clearly trying to get away from something.

“Nonono…please…” Optimus whined a bit as his frame shook, at first unaware of the mech in front of him, trying to console him and wake him up. It seemed his actions of staying up came to bite him with a vengeance. And now he was a victim in a way, vulnerable and anyone that had wrong intentions had their opportunity if they wanted to take it. The prime was weak right now.

Concern laced itself around Overlord’s spark.

It wasn’t often you’d just find a mech laying outside on the ground in a fit of a nightmare, and even less common for it to be one of the primes. But Overlord was careful, gently shaking the big mech until the other seemed to come to little by little, vents finally unhitching and letting out a relieved sigh.

“Oh thank Primus you’re okay! I was afraid you wouldn’t wake up.”

He replied, half of Optimus’s body was now resting in the other’s lap, cradling his head to keep it up.

Poor thing, he looked so tired, like he was definitely in need of some proper recharge and some tea too, something hot to warm up his insides and hopefully loll the prime into slumber.

“I think you should sir. You look….Pardon the manner in which I say this, but…You look awful.”

Awful indeed. He needed recharge, and there was no way that he was going to let the big mech off the hook now. After all, he could carry him! The triple changer wasted no time in shifting his arms under Optimus, raising him from his lap and cradling him there, heavy pedesteps started to make their way back towards his makeshift home for his time spent on Earth.

Overlord had his fateful run in with the slumbering mech during his trip back to Earth. It had been a long while since he'd last visited, so it came as a surprise to the triple changer that a prime himself was strewn about on the ground, seemingly offline, as if he was recharging. The massive point one percenter reached the prime, kneeling down and cupping the mech's cheek guard, using his free servo to try and awaken him with a few shakes.

""Optimus? What's going on?" @rosecoloredoptics

The red mech clearly was a bit of a mess so it seemed, struggling in his sleep, struggling to just to try to get away from this horrible nightmare.

In a way he could tell indeed it was his nightmares again, and he could tell that he was just stuck in recharge, and was stuck in his recharge. He over exerted himself clearly, and now he was paying the price for it. Slight orange tears did escape his optics as he struggled on the ground, clearly trying to get away from something.

“Nonono…please…” Optimus whined a bit as his frame shook, at first unaware of the mech in front of him, trying to console him and wake him up. It seemed his actions of staying up came to bite him with a vengeance. And now he was a victim in a way, vulnerable and anyone that had wrong intentions had their opportunity if they wanted to take it. The prime was weak right now.

Concern laced itself around Overlord’s spark.

It wasn’t often you’d just find a mech laying outside on the ground in a fit of a nightmare, and even less common for it to be one of the primes. But Overlord was careful, gently shaking the big mech until the other seemed to come to little by little, vents finally unhitching and letting out a relieved sigh.

“Oh thank Primus you’re okay! I was afraid you wouldn’t wake up.”

He replied, half of Optimus’s body was now resting in the other’s lap, cradling his head to keep it up.

It's ribbon collar is a bit mangled. Hus voice muffled," Can you help me make a proper collar...?"

Overlord had flinched a tad in surprise at the soft plonk of something against his hip plates. Turning around, he noticed Rodimus resting himself against him, a plush in hand. The massive triple changer knelt himself down and reached out, taking a very gentle hold of the little thing in his servos with a soft smile splaying his face.

"Empress, what a beautiful name."

Oh? And he wanted red and gold for a collar? That would be splendid! He could most definitely do that. He felt that smaller servo cling to his digits, and in return he curled them slowly, carefully around Rodimus's own, thumping across the back of his servo while he spoke.

How about we make a new collar, and give them a good brush and re stuff as well? I promise i'm a certified doctor for plush friends."

A joke, of course, but those were needed in times such as this. Something seemed up with the co captain, and the triple changer was determined to see what it was.

"How have you been though, sweetpark? You seem a little blue under the spoilers today. Do you...Need to talk about it?