#velocitronic

send me 🌺 to place a flower in my muse's hair ; ACCEPTING.

HER FIRST INSTINCT was to flinch, shy from his reach-- but her uncertainty led her to instead root herself to the spot, a deer in the headlights. she hadn’t made up her mind about him yet, given the fog clouding his intent, and as his hand came down, Terra couldn’t help but screw her eyes shut---

but when a touch, strangely delicate, slipped into her hair before retreating, she was left to blink away her confusion, the tension venting from her stance.

          “uhh--”

lifting a hand, patting her head blindly before feeling something small pinning a lock of blonde behind her brow. when it lowered, a white petal rested in her palm. she’d admit, it stunned her a little, but upon realising, a smile flooded her features.

Uncommon Character Development Questions // ACCEPTING_

7 : How does your character perceive themselves? Positive? Negative? Neutral?

OPTIMUS, while never having viewed himself in a extremely negative light, has also never had a particularly high opinion of himself. He is fully aware of his flaws and limitations, despite pushing the latter from time to time, but these are normally driven by raw hope rather than confidence or ego. In conclusion, I’d say Optimus perceives himself from a purely NEUTRAL standpoint. It’s subject to very slight fluctuation at times, depending on the welfare of his team or odds of victory against the Decepticons, but it's usually fleeting.

23 : Do they prefer romance or affection? What is the quickest way to your character’s heart?

PROVIDED HE RECALLS how romantic relationships work, considering he has long since left them behind after becoming Optimus Prime and adopted a “just a soldier” frame of mind, he would perhaps be more predisposed to AFFECTION. It has been years upon many years since he has been shown affection of a romantic nature, as he was only ever accustom to it as Orion Pax. Though he has largely forgotten the concept by now, and will be oblivious to another’s feelings if they are not addressed outright, he is not altogether unable to reciprocate or feel anything in that respect. 

❛Mass Effect❜ starters // ACCEPTING_

          ❝You misunderstand my intentions.❞

          ❝Given our present circumstances, we are largely without cause for conflict.❞ the likes of Starscream or Megatron’s presence would surely distort this into an opportunity, but until such a time, there was little need for it.

     Optimus Prime sought not to fight where its outcome would have absolutely no consequence other than destruction. No wins, nor losses, would come from battle here, he found, and, stripped of their capabilities and weaponry, it would benefit neither participant. So, he would incite a stalemate for now. 

     Perhaps... even an alliance would be possible, if their future in this place should so call for it. 

          ❝While the war remains, and will not end until one faction falls to the other, our numbers are too few here to necessitate combat at this point in time.❞ his expression then hardened, ❝However, do not mistake what I have said for my forgoing action-- should you seek to harm my comrades, Knock Out, I will retaliate.❞

♡ = complimenting them

Red Alert’s face was quick to turn red, and he gave a small smile.

“I think he is an Excellent leader.” He says firmly.

     MUCH ALIKE Earth's beasts, they hunted in collectives. It was much too late to guise himself in vehicle mode, perhaps deter their perceptions and present himself as inanimate, thereby eliminating him as sustenance or, in a more likely case, a threat. He could not imagine them wanting of metal as a food source, given what the Cybertronian knew of its kind-- or the Earthen variant. They sought flesh to satisfy this hunger, whether human or otherwise, so he deemed it doubly wise to retaliate, and preserve the safety of whomever roamed the street this night.

     The ensuing scuffle carved a path through a storefront, as one lunged for his spark. The impact had propelled them both through glass, shards spraying the floor within as he grappled with it, its frenzy of gnashing teeth and swipes held at bay only by a servo about its throat. Affirming his grip, Optimus Prime, with a grunt of exertion, hurled the animal aside and into a wall, eliciting its whimper. With it temporarily stunned, he rose to stand once more, face-plate slamming into place with a CLUNK. 

     A confined space would not be ideal, as the rest chose to follow their companion. Their onslaught pushed through the back wall, a mess of wooden frame and plaster dusting their tumble onto the backstreet parallel. A swing of his arm flung one of his assailants into a waste container, then bringing that same fist down on another’s skull. However, a few soon broke away-- he surmised to tend to an approach. Swiftly, he drew his axe, ploughing through the snaps and growls of those yet to attack, and twisted, building momentum to swat two of the triad away, catching the last by its tail.

the mun’s interpretation (no longer accepting!)

✎ What do you wish the author would reveal/had revealed about your muse?

the mun’s interpretation ;; not accepting

>> What do you wish the author would reveal/had revealed about your muse?

TOO FUCKING MUCH, I kinda wish they got a little into, let’s say, his past since it’s been hinted that he and Bulkhead knew each other a long time ago (wrecker, maybe?) and that COULD HAVE been a pivotal point in Operation Breakdown, man... 

>> Share a headcanon you have not shared.