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cerise-on-top · 2 months

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Hiii! Have a great day!

How about Ghost, Valeria, and Price with a close friend who is a professional boxer? Imagine asking them to practice/train with you n stuff

Unrelated, what's your favorite color?

Hello! Thank you! I hope you have a great day as well! My favorite color would be either a nice purple or a nice pink! I just really love both colors, so it's hard for me to choose!

Price, Ghost and Valeria with a Boxer!Friend

Price: He’s not a boxer per se himself, but he can bust out a few moves if he needs to. He’s had his own boxing matches with the enemy from time to time, so he can definitely pack a very mean punch if he wanted to. Thinks it’s very cool that you’re a professional boxer and definitely supports you however he can. As he knows plenty of people, he can probably arrange a friendly match between you and someone he knows so you can get some practice in with all kinds of people. However, you’re more than welcome to ask him for some sparring as well, he’ll laugh but won’t turn you down. But beware, he won’t go down easily either. He’s a captain, he has his pride and wants you to know that he’s not just some goon you can pick off and defeat just like that. And he will give it his all. He’s fairly bulky and, due to his profession, can take quite a lot. Might fake mock you from time to time, asking you if that’s really all that you’ve got. Doesn’t hold back in the slightest, the fact that you’re his good friend doesn’t matter too much to him at that moment. While he sort of does hope that you’ll win, he won’t make it easy for you. Price has very quick reflexes and could dodge you somewhat easily, but you will be able to get a good hit or two in as well. Very proud of you when you do beat him, regardless of whether you’re able to do so on your first try or if it took you several times. After every match with him he’ll take you out for a drink, one that is on him, and gives you pointers on how he thinks you could do better. He just really wants you to thrive and do well as a boxer so you can rise almost effortlessly. He knows it’s hard, but he’s with you all the way and will support you however he can.

Ghost: He used to box for fun when he was a bit younger. It definitely wasn’t too long ago, so he still knows how to box somewhat well. Ghost is a bit stronger than Price physically, so taking a punch from him would definitely hurt, but that’s just him showing you that he loves and appreciates you: By not holding back in the slightest. He can take a lot, so I’m wishing you good luck as you train with him, it’s definitely not easy taking him down. You can train with him just about whenever he has the time, though, he really doesn’t mind. In fact, he quite likes it when you ask him to train with you, it makes him feel as though he’s a trusted friend of yours. He may not be as quick as Price, but his reflexes are still cat-like. Sometimes, he has to spar like that with Soap still, so he still knows what he’s doing since the sergeant is very persistent in matters like those. Ghost is quick, focused and his punches are very calculated, he can take down and defeat just about anyone crossing his path. Besides, you’re a professional, surely you won’t go down so easily when it comes to someone who shouldn’t be on your level, right? Gives you pointers as well during your matches. He means well, but he also just wants to piss you off and break your concentration like that a bit. However, a fight with him is entirely fair. Ghost knows the rules and knows them well, so he won’t do anything out of the ordinary. Besides, he’ll check up on you after the match, regardless of who won out of the two of you. You are a good friend of his, you should be doing well at all times, Ghost can take care of himself too, after all. Like Price, he’ll take you out for a drink or two afterwards. However, if he’s not on deployment, he’ll try to go to some of your matches as well, when he can. He’d love to see you in action against a proper opponent.

Valeria: She’s probably tried to hire you since you’re very good at what you do, but you said no every time, so she gave up eventually. While she will still hint at wanting you to work for her, she can understand why you’d say no, your job is much more honest than hers, after all. Valeria has a certain appreciation for your boxing, thinking it to be rather cool. You can defend yourself in close combat, if it comes down to it, so she really doesn’t have to worry about you as much as other people. Like Price, she knows plenty of people. In fact, if you want to go up against some celebrities, she could probably pull some strings and have something arranged. It’s amusing to her, watching two people beat each other up in the name of sports. Will watch your matches as well when she can, you are her dear friend, after all. You can ask her, too, to fight you, and she likely won’t say no to that. If she has the time, that is, and is in the right mood for it as well. She doesn’t have nearly as much experience boxing as Ghost or Price do, but she can hold her own if it comes down to it. While she may not be as powerful as the other two, she will turn a match of regular boxing into kickboxing. She knows she shouldn’t, but as soon as it looks like you’re about to win she’ll do whatever she can to turn the tides. Her kicks are very powerful, so it’s not like she doesn’t know what she’s doing either. You need to nag a lot at her for the both of you to have a proper match without kicking on her behalf. If you’re having a regular match then it’s not that unlikely for her to just lose. She doesn’t have a lot of experience in the field of boxing since she prefers ranged weapons over melee. She’ll sulk a bit if you do beat her, but won’t hold it against you. If anything, she might challenge you out of her own will again just so she can beat you at some point. Such a thing is important to her.

#cod #cod x reader #john price #john price x reader #price x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #valeria garza #valeria garza x reader #my mother used to be a kickboxer when she was young but I never got into any of those things myself #my mother also used to be really good at skiiing as a child. she won medals and trophies. we don't have those anymore though #on another note my cod document is now over 120k words long with 272 pages #that's just incredible to me I never would have imagined I'd ever write this much for a silly lil fandom #not too long ago I hit 100k words I remember that. it's just really unbelievable to me. I never would have thought I'd get back into writin #at least not to this extent. but it's still somewhat fun. writing I mean. even if it also can be super exhausting #anyway those are my two posts for the day I'm gonna go back to playing Stardew now

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satans-knitwear · 8 months

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sunshine ☀️🥰

Treat me ~ Tip me ~ More of me

#i want to go to bed now please!!!! with blankets!!!!#today has been exhausting but super productive!! and i had a fun afternoon to myself ✨#satans knitwear #check out my OF for the full set!!! (more of me)#alt pinup #pinup girl #bi girl #cheeky #uk girl #wlw #pretty lingerie #yellow lingerie set #vintage vibes #underbust corset #corsetry

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neteyammeowmeow · 8 months

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sorry for my absency… have this scribble of bloydfam

and my good friend @aurorababe999 ‘s drawing includinh a special guest ^_^

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ravinoforre · 30 days

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Michael and Leaf Pokemon but they've suddenly been isekai'd to Sylvarant oops

The template @frayed-symphony, @ciryze and I collectively put together.

...also uh 👉👈

there's this

#the stats aren't super specific tbh #i just kinda based them off of Genis and Colette from my various saves at that point and just tweaking where i felt like it #and i know this template was more or less made for ToS OCs but since i don't have any...#...and uh.. may as well admit that this specific scenario is something i've thought about for well over a decade by this point...#uuagh just allow me to indulge in my bullshit for a moment #this applies to myself too btw #like it's perfectly ok to do stuff like this right #so why does *this* feel scarier than me posting any other kind of art?#whatever don't think about it #it's there now and it was fun to make and it took far too long to not dump it /somewhere/ for the public to gawk at #still too nervous to put this on my twitter right now though god fuck #maybe after a sleep i'm exhausted #ok proper tags time #trainer michael #trainer leaf #pokemon xd #pokemon frlg #tales of symphonia #ravinoforre

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littlesakis-aubade · 1 year

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Race 💨

It gets a bit competitive, oops! Daisy is probably waiting at the finish line not knowing what awaits her haha

Some details!

#super mario #super mario bros #mario #luigi #princess peach #bowser #bowser jr #kamek #fanart #nintendo #nintendo fanart #digital art #procreate #sketches #This was fun but I'm exhausted now looool #first drawing of 2023 #artists on tumblr #my art #littleaubade

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cathalbravecog · 11 months

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A very self indulgent drawing of Misty I've been working on for a few weeks... On and off. But now it's here! :]

#i promiSED ID RESPOND TO THE ASKS I GOT AFTER I GOT HOME BUT I WAS MOTIVATED TO FINALLY FINISH THIS SINCE IVE BEEN WORKING ON IT ON AND OFF #FOR LITERAL *WEEKS* NOW #IM VERY HAPPY WITH THE RESULT THO ITS VERY FUN #SO MAD TUMBLR IS GONNA FUCK UP THE QUALITY THO LIKE ROAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR #IM SORRY I WAS JUST SUPER EXHAUSTED AND I KNEW THE ASKS WILL AWAKEN TEN GATES OF ADHD AUTISM SO I PUT THEM OFF LOLLLL i will get to them #eventually but im not promising a certian time bc i need to stop making promises OOPS bc my BRAIN IS LIKE THAT #ANYWAYS THIS IS A VERY SELF IDULGENT THING I LIKE PUTTING CHARACTERS INTO GOOFY SCENE COLORFUL OUTFITS #i learned that the way to make these the best is to just slap stuff you like there that you think is cool and not worry about accuracy and #ohhahhahhPHOHOHHHH inspo real clothing #JURST HAVE FUN!!!!!! RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!! **RUNS IN A CIRLE** BARK BARK BARK #very self indulgent bc theres TWO whole girs here #toontown #toontown corporate clash #rainmaker #guz art #fav #(personal fav bc idk ! i dont have a tag for personal fav stuff)#btw someone put inktale reaction stuff on this on clashcord. if anyone mentions inktale sans here im actually going to take their guts

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chernabogs · 2 months

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I made this post yesterday which @/hanafubukki and @/rayroseu and I kind offfff got inspired to actually write something LMAO

Labours Gained

Inc: Malleus, groundskeeper, nanny, briefly Maleficia WC: 2.2k Warnings: None, except swearing Summary: Consequences for your actions come in many forms. For some, it's a time out. For others, it's mucking around in mud all day.

Eirnan was a man who has endured many challenges in his life. Over 600 years of employment as head groundskeeper at Black Scale Palace meant he had faced wyrms, blight, drought, tenebrae boars which had torn up the root vegetables, and the odd employee who nicked a few carrots for their own personal use. He had served during Queen Maleficia’s first reign, and then the wars, and now her second reign. He knew which plots of land were most fertile for which plants, he knew of companion flowers and the medicinal benefits of the herbs, and his mind was an almanac of its own right.

Eirnan was a learned man… until it came to the matter of child-care. He never knew how to act around children, nor did he have any interest in interacting with them to begin with.

But now it’s a beautiful cloudy day in Black Scale Palace, and there is a very, very miserable boy standing before him.

He’s poorly dressed for the occasion—fine garments in the fields are a recipe for disaster—and the eight o’clock hour shows residual glossiness in those green eyes. His arms are crossed firmly over his chest and his lower lip is jutted out in a pout.

Crown Prince Malleus is a temperamental boy—everyone in Black Scale knows this. His latest explosion of emotion regarding an off-handed comment a tutor said (it was a jest! the man had cried while diving for cover behind trees to avoid furious lightning bolts) had resulted in a complete annihilation of the palace gardens. Eirnan had spent much of yesterday repairing the damage while mumbling about how ‘some things truly are genetic’ under his breath.

Then he had received a missive. A missive, which led them to this moment, in which he stands before the prince with his own arms crossed over his chest and his own equally unimpressed expression on his face. At a glance, one would think the two are related with how mirrored these looks are.

Eirnan pulls out a pocket watch and raises an eyebrow. “On time today, hm?”

“I was told not to be late,” Malleus bites back, attitude in his tone as he glares up at the groundskeeper. He doesn’t want to be here. Eirnan doesn’t want him here either. It’s Queen Maleficia who has shoved them together like two children in a time out.

Eirnan can’t help but wonder if he may have slighted her in the past and this is her round of revenge.

“Right, well, you’re on time but you’re certainly not dressed right.” His gaze skims over the boy's proper attire before raising to look at his nanny instead. The woman ducks her head and focuses intently on the book she holds, making it obvious that no aid will be given. This earns a scoff from Eirnan as he reaches up to rub the back of his neck.

What exactly can he make the prince do? Queen Maleficia made it clear that a lesson was to be learned today for his actions. Malleus was barred from using any magic, and the nanny was here to ensure that this was followed through. The prince knew no loyalty or secrets were kept by his staff—a sad reality for a seven year old to face.

“It isn’t like I just have clothes to get dirty lying about.” Malleus retorts again while continuing to glare up at him. There is little to no remorse present—just sheer grouchiness. “I don’t usually muck in mud.”

“Well, you’re mucking in it today.” Eirnan can’t help but have his own bite in his words as he turns and treks towards the nearby gardening shed. Malleus stands rooted in his spot for a moment before following, having to run a little to keep up with the older man's long strides.

The inside of the shed contains the extra attire that the staff wear when working the fields in the on-season. Although the prince is significantly smaller than many of Eirnan’s employees, he does manage to scrounge up some pants, a top, and gloves for the boy to wear.

The shoes are a lost cause. There are no boots that can fit the boy without making him goose walk around the field.

“Put these on then, either over your clothes or not, and then meet me back outside.” He tosses the fabric into the prince’s arms, making the boy stumble back with an oof! of surprise. Malleus looks down at the clothing before his lip curls in disgust. Eirnan does his best to stifle the satisfaction he feels about that as he steps out of the shed and slams the door shut.

It’s a beautiful cloudy day in Black Scale Palace, and this is going to be a long ordeal.

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Twenty minutes of protest later finds Eirnan and Malleus standing before a re-soiled plot of garden near the edges of the palace. The boy's act of destruction yesterday had uprooted a majority of the roses that had been planted there, but a few bushes still remained standing—albeit charred and drooping from the assault. Near their feet are bundles of rose plants that Eirnan had been soaking in the greenhouse overnight in preparation for what was to come today.

The nanny had followed them to this area and is watching with interest from her position on a nearby bench. Malleus looks significantly less intrigued. His gloves are lying discarded on the grass along with his shovel and there’s a distinct air of boredom about him.

“So, what we’re going to do is use our shovels to dig up some holes, ‘bout 18 inches deep, 18 inches wide, yes? Then I need you to mix compost in there—”

“Compost?” Malleus’ head snaps to look up at Eirnan wide-eyed. “But I read that compost has—”

“Shit. Yes, there’s shit in there. Do you still want to fight about putting on those gloves?” Eirnan leans against his own shovel as he looks down at the young boy. Malleus’ brow furrows and his lower lip trembles before he’s grabbing the gloves and shoving them on his hands. He looks ready to cry or throw another tantrum. Eirnan tenses in case that does happen, the memories of the tutor running through the gardens yesterday still fresh in his mind. If Malleus’ does snap, that means he’ll be out here tomorrow, too.

Tough lesson.

“Anyway, mix the compost, and then we need to loosen the roots and put them in the mound. Keep the bud union—that’s the little knob there.” He pauses to squat down and point at the bud on the root. Malleus leans down to look at it as well before Eirnan continues. “About 1 to 2 inches below the ground. Briar Valley has a colder climate, so if we keep it up, it’ll kill the plant.”

“If a plant can’t survive the weather, should we really be planting it?” Malleus’ question is fair. Most of the time, one wouldn’t try to grow plants that can’t acclimate well.

“They can survive, they just need a little help. Princess Meleanor herself was an enormous admirer of roses—it’s her notes of how to plant them that we’re following right now.” Eirnan clears his throat before re-focusing on his explanation. He misses the flicker of interest in the prince’s gaze at the mention of his mother’s name. “As I said, keep it below ground. Then we refill the hole ‘bout three quarters with soil and pat it down. Water it a little, let it soak, and then water it again.”

“There are too many steps.” Malleus grabs at the shovel with an apprehensive glance at the dirt. “Can’t we use a little magic? We don’t need to use it for all of the steps, but one or two? I can just make all the holes appear—”

“No magic. Her highness’ strict orders. Unless you want Queen Maleficia to come out here and watch you herself, which I’m sure is the last thing you want, I’d advise listening to instructions.” Eirnan grabs at his own shovel before tapping it on the back of the prince’s heels, making the boy step forward. “Hop to it, then. This will take up a good part of your morning.”

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The first few plantings are painful. The boy doesn’t dig deep enough, and then he digs too deep, and then he buries the plant too deep, and then he doesn’t bother burying it at all. The process reminds Eirnan why he never had any children himself as he carefully explains and fixes all of the prince’s errors. Despite his complaints, the boy actually does listen to his advice, and soon the two fall into a quiet pattern of dig-plant-water.

The compost part is still met with many vocalized protests, though, and Eirnan soon does relent to doing that himself.

“How long does it take to grow?”

Malleus’ question disrupts the silence they had fallen into, causing Eirnan to pause and lean on his shovel again. “Three or so years for these ones. The one’s that are still rooted are fully mature, but I’m not too sure they’ll be blooming this year. The buds got damaged.”

Malleus, who has been sitting cross legged on the dirt with a bundle of rose plants in his hand, stares at the bushes for a moment while his thumb plays with the stems. “Did my mother plant those ones?”

“Before she left, yes. She used to plant new ones at least once every few years. When she got her own palace, she had an entire garden there as well.” Eirnan digs another hole as he speaks. He had been in service long enough to see Meleanor weaned off of Queen Maleficia. The girl had sat where Malleus sits now, and their near identical likeness strikes Eirnan as unnerving, as though he’s been projected into the past and is witnessing those spring days once more.

He clears his throat. “They’ll recover. Roses are hardy plants. Strike ‘em down, and they’ll get back twice as strong.”

“Are you sure?” Malleus looks up at the groundskeeper, his green eyes squinting against the light. Eirnan doesn’t look back as he keeps digging.

“Mhm.”

At the affirmation, the prince returns to planting, now with significantly less attitude than before. He’s almost enjoying the rhythm after a while. Despite his status, in the end the boy is still a boy, and it’s hard to keep a child from loving messing around in dirt.

It’s when the nanny clears her throat and brings over a basket of food that the two finally take a break from their labours to sit in the nearby grass. Eirnan rarely gets to appreciate the fine foods served to the nobles, so he’s indulging himself heartily in the miniature sandwiches that are present when Malleus begins to speak again.

“How long have you been doing this?”

Eirnan pauses, ham sandwich halfway to his mouth. “647 this spring.”

“647 years?” The boy's voice is incredulous as he looks at him. “You’re old.”

“And you’re a baby.” Eirnan grumbles back as he wraps a few of the sandwiches in a napkin.

His comment causes another flash of annoyance to cross the prince’s face. “I’m not! Grandma says I’m very mature for my age!”

“Did she say that to you before yesterday, or after?” He challenges back. Malleus’ cheeks flush as he grabs at a sandwich and takes a bite. After a few more, the scowl on his face softens before he continues his questioning.

“Why do you do this? The manual work? It’s easier with magic.”

“Keeps my stress down.” Eirnan chuckles. The nanny gives a sound that might be mistaken as a laugh, which is quickly covered by a cough while she begins packing the extra food. He mourns the finger sandwiches being lost to the basket. “There’s always something to do for these gardens, and when you’re planting, you can let your mind just fall quiet. Watching something that you worked hard to grow get appreciated by others is a rewarding feeling. Magic takes away from that. The instant gratification fades faster than the long-term that labour brings.”

Malleus falls quiet again as he finishes his sandwich. He then fiddles with his gloves, which are still too big for his small hands. He has dirt on his cheek and his chin that he seems entirely unaware of. Eirnan offers him a napkin to wipe it off, albeit gruffly.

“It isn’t bad.” Malleus finally mumbles when he accepts the napkin and hastily wipes his face.

“What, using magic?”

“No, planting.” Then Malleus looks up quickly with another furrow in his brow. “Except the compost. The compost is bad.”

“It’s shit.” Eirnan shrugs his shoulders and ignores the sharp look the nanny gives him. Malleus’ lips do twitch slightly into a smirk.

“It’s shit.” The boy repeats, causing the nanny to say his name in a scolding tone, which finally does draw a laugh from the prince. “How many more do we need to plant?”

“Three, maybe four. Shouldn’t take long.” Eirnan rises with a grunt and brushes a few spare crumbs off of his pants. The prince is quick to scramble to his feet as well. He seems oddly reinvigorated as he pulls his gloves on and grabs his shovel. He then cranes his head back to look up at the taller man with a spark of challenge in his gaze as that cheeky smirk continues to play on his lips.

“Let’s hop to it then, shall we?”

Eirnan snorts in amusement as the two return to the dirt patch, both unaware of the figure watching from the windows of the palace above, a pleased smile present on her lips.

#malleus draconia #twst #twst fanfiction #i didnt know if it was ok to tag directly so i just did a lil slash #i always feel awk tagging ppl LMAOOO #anyway this was super fun i love writing the 'exhausted adult and devious child' dynamic #i feel like malleus was just a cheeky lil guy growing up yk

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killanyone4you · 3 months

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running with scissors wasn't smart

i tripped and cut open your heart ♡

#i cant sleep #i plan on bailing on all my responsibilities tomorrow #i'm super close to having a bit of a meltdown #so that's fun #i'm exhausted #bleh #send help #me #my face #girls with piercings #sleepy girl #plant mom #girls with red hair #girls with purple hair #i just want to feel better

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fadebolt · 1 month

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The Filtration System experience

(What can I say, the excessively cramped maps of that area are sure something. The fact that slugcats can so easily and so precisely recall the entire thing is honestly beyond impressive. At this point, I wouldn't be surprised if they actually had photographic memories)

#rain world #rain world downpour #rw art month #rw filtration system #slugcat #oc #my art #forgot to upload this yesteryday sry xd #doing some more shitpost-y stuff here to make up for Saint day #making a super serious super high effort drawing everyday can get very exhausting y know #so sometimes we gotta catch a break by doing something fun instead :D

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lets-try-some-writing · 1 year

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Uh hey….uh…I been daydreaming as usual lately and I been having hilarious thoughts on Optimus being related to unicron instead and they have a chaotically good relationship despite their appearance and all that…what do you think on such an AU?

You always have the best au ideas. Seriously, I love them so much. And because I suddenly had a grand idea for this one, I thought I would once again disregard my request order and do a little writing for this lovely au. Hope you don't mind me expanding on this a bit. Although fair warning, this one is a little long since I got carried away writing it and ended up rambling bit.

Hidden in Plain Sight

Primus's creation of his Primes did not go unnoticed by his chaotic counterpart. Unicron was well aware of what his twin was doing and could have disrupted the creation of the Primes if he so desired. However he saw an opportunity to cause greater damage long term for his counterpart and so allowed Primus to continue crafting his champions. And so while his brother was busy forging the fledgling sparks of his firstborn children, Unicron began his work creating a little life of his own.

Carefully and over the course of what could have been an eternity, Unicron crafted one small spark, perfectly designed for his purposes. He filled the small spark with strength, indominable will, a desire to succeed by any means necessary, and an impossibly possessive nature. And then to ensure that nothing could stop his plan from coming to fruition, he gave his first and only child a gift.

His sparkling would not rend reality or have the strength to shatter worlds. No, that was Unicron's design. Instead he gave his child a subtler means of fulfilling his will. He gave his child an immortal spark. So long as Unicron lived, his sparkling would never truly perish, it would persist, and if all went according to plan, be a pain in Primus's side until the universe unraveled.

Unicron did not create to bring forth order, no, he created for the sole purpose of causing discord. Primus was born to fill the universe with some semblance of stability, whereas Unicron was born to disrupt it and force all life within it to change, for better or for worse. These traits he pushed upon his creation, urging it to strive for change, to push for growth even at the cost of pain. It was his hope that by giving his child immortality, the sparkling would learn and be able to keep Primus in check even when Unicron himself could not.

And so with his only child impressed with all the desires of its creator, Unicron shifted his gaze to the twelve tiny sparks circling his brother's core, growing while bathed in the light of their maker and preparing to be given frames. His smile was wicked as he grasped at the spark circling his own and scrubbed it of his presence. The little spark in his hold cried out, searching for him even as he moved to push the little one in amongst Primus's children. Unicron nearly stopped, almost unable to let go of his sparkling. However after steeling himself, he set the spark adrift, letting it settle in amongst the twelve other sparks so similar yet to different to itself.

Like a Cuckoo bird leaving its egg in another's nest, Unicron fled after leaving his creation among Primus's own, hoping that the creator god would feed and sustain it. Lovingly and unknowingly growing the very creature that would haunt him for eternity. At least, that was the plan...

Unbeknownst to Unicron, Primus had not been idle while his twin's creation was hidden amongst his own. He watched as the small purple spark was pushed into orbit around his core, and if he desired it, he could have smothered the little life, sending it back to its maker without a second thought. But Primus, despite sensing the danger, instead brought the small spark closer to himself, bathing it even more so than his own children in the light of his being. He saw how much his brother adored the little spark that now circled his core, and he couldn't in good conscience, snuff out the only life his brother loved so dearly. And so seeing what his brother had impressed upon the spark, Primus began to process of pushing his own, far subtler adjustments onto it in order to give the sparkling the best life possible.

Strength was balanced with humility. Indominable will was met with empathy. The desire to succeed was quieted by morality and a strong sense of duty. The spark's possessive nature was calmed by love and protectiveness. The urge to bring about change could not be removed, and so Primus etched in the spark deep longing for a better future alongside it.

Everything was made equal, balanced, as all things should be.

And so with his adjustments made, Primus accepted his brother's creation in amongst his own and treated it no differently from his children. He nurtured it lovingly and cultivated its growing personality even as Unicron's only sparkling tried to devour the other little sparks around it instinctually. Of course Primus intervened, instead sustaining the eternally starving spark with his own power and keeping it constantly bathed in his light in order to calm it. Then, when all of the sparks were fully developed, Primus gave each and every one of the little sparks circling him frames. Even Unicron's child was not exempt.

His thirteen Primes took to their frames without much issue. Some were more outlandish in design whereas others were rather simple in comparison. The first to fully adjust to their frames were those more closely attuned to their creator, whereas those who took longer were more inclined toward their creator's counterpart. However no matter their differences in appearance and personality, they all shared one defining trait, their sparks were stable, unchanging, and secure... that was all save one.

The Thirteenth Prime, the most tempered and diplomatic of his kin was... different. His frame was odd when compared to his siblings, his swirling nebula of a spark being the only thing holding it together. He lacked a power and a relic like the other Primes and always had an aura of a predator, always watching his siblings, always quiet as he walked, and always so startling in his observations. His spark never settled, always growing and shifting, changing with every passing moment to better match his adopted siblings. It was cause for concern at first, but the Thirteenth quickly appeared to settle, his spark shrinking down and remaining within the confines of his frame. And so after a time, his siblings paid his odd nature little heed and instead enjoyed his company.

They did not know what he was. They did not know that their brother was merely mirroring them, doing his best to blend in as he grew in power and the instincts his creator bestowed on him became active. They did not know that the Thirteenth was waiting, watching, and preparing for an chance to strike at his siblings as his creator intended.

When the time came for the Primes to battle Unicron, it was incredibly difficult for the Thirteenth. His entire being screamed at him to stop even as he lay blow after blow upon the entity he had been taught to believe was the enemy but knew was his creator. However he had bonded to his siblings and to his adopted father, the possessive nature his true creator had given him made it impossible for him to abandon them. They were his family, he would not allow them to perish by any servo save his own.

And so he and his siblings cut down the chaos god, casting him into a deep sleep, hopefully to never wake. But when this was done, the Thirteenth quickly began to deteriorate, his spark weakening and all the strength his creator had given him dissipating. And just like that, as the power of his maker fled him, the changes Primus had impressed upon him began to surface. The Thirteenth changed, instead of being a creature meant only to wreak havoc, he became and entity of balance, designed to keep all things equal, both good and evil.

And so as Primus fell deep into sleep, exhausted from his battle with Unicron, the Thirteenth's priorities and instincts shifted as he was bathed in his adopted maker's light one last time. He would ensure that his creators, his true and adopted one, never exterminated the other. He would keep them in balance, always keeping the scales even and supporting whatever side needed aid to ensure that both parties came out of the conflict alive.

As such when the Primes bickered and began to fight, the Thirteenth watched, he waited, and weighed the options before him critically. His nature did not allow him to support Prima and the others who wished for things to stay static. However he also could not bring himself to support the others who stood against Prima's faction and fought for their right to create, they were far too passionate. And so he bode his time and allowed his kin to fight one another as they wished, although he did make valiant attempts to create some form of compromise between his kin.

The Thirteenth expected that eventually his adopted siblings would calm themselves and reach a compromise. But every single one of his expectations and carefully crafted plans to calm his kin were thrown out the window when Megatronous killed Solus, throwing the Primes into civil war. Having no other choice, the Thirteenth joined the fight, trying to save as many of his siblings from each other as possible. In the end, after Liege Maximo had been killed, the Thirteenth used all of his influence and what little power he retained to convince the remaining Primes to let Megatronous go.

Things played out quickly from there, and the Primes broke apart. Some fleeing to the stars, some deciding to remain on the surface and watch over the beings that would come from the well, and others yet offering themselves to what remained of Solus. In the end, the Thirteenth saw that all was equally balanced for the time being and knowing that he would be needed later, joined Onyx and the others in the well, planning on waking once more when the scales tipped yet again.

The Calling

The Thirteenth had not exactly intended to be reborn through the Allspark. He was a creation of Unicron and had honestly thought that Primus's afterlife for his children was not accessible to him. But his adoptive father apparently viewed him as one of his children despite his less than stellar origins, and so the Allspark welcomed him when he entered the well.

His plan to keep his cover and also remain out of the picture until he was needed via awaiting rebirth by the servo of his true creator went flying out the window when Primus took in his spark as it had with his siblings, and allowed him to rest for a time. He could not remain for long, his immortal spark could never be content in eternal rest, and so he was quickly given a new frame and sent back to the surface again.

This change of plans was acceptable to the Thirteenth as he thanked his adoptive father and accepted his new frame. However what he was not made aware of was that his memory and true nature would be locked away when he took up the frame that Primus offered him. If he had been conscious enough at the time he would have been rather upset. He should have known that even half asleep, Primus would still try and influence him and give him a better life. But by the time he had crawled his way out of the well and wandered off into the wilds before anyone could stop him, all his memory had up and dissipated, leaving the dark prince to survive purely off instinct.

After a time he was picked up by Alpha Trion who could sense the familiar spark of the Thirteenth. And after cleaning him up a bit, Alpha Trion gave him the name Orion Pax, swiftly beginning the long arduous work of turning the feral youngling into a civilized mech.

Orion Pax lived without much fanfare. All he learned from the wilds helped him develop to be independent, his training under Alpha Trion gave him all the knowledge he could ever want, and for many millennia, all was as it should be, balanced. However peace did not last forever and soon enough Orion Pax got involved with Megatronous, rapidly helping his new friend gain a following. Together they fought for change, and just as quickly as their friendship developed, it shattered.

War enveloped Cybertron, and Orion Pax felt the call within his spark. And so he went to Primus's core, following instinct more than anything else. There Primus felt his familiar presence and granted him the Matrix of leadership, unlocking his memory and suppressed nature as well as granting him a frame better suited to his purposes.

On that day, Optimus, the last of the Primes, was forged.

Spawn of Unicron

The changes both of his creators had instilled in him made Optimus one of the greatest leaders the Autobots could ever wish for. He seemed a little too perfect to be real. Everything about him appeared to be without fault, from his skill in battle, his charisma, his caring nature, to his strategic genius.

In truth Optimus was constantly torn. His base nature as a creation of Unicron made him delight in battle, trial, tribulation, and victory in any sort of combat, verbal or physical. But the changes Primus made in him and the memories of his life as Orion Pax made him abhor the suffering such things wrought. Unicron's instruction made him view others as potential tools, things to manipulate and use to his own ends before anything else. And yet Primus's touch made him want to hold his loved ones close, keep them safe from the horrors of reality, even if it required sacrifice on his part. His entire identity was a mess of contradictions, and it certainly didn't help that some parts of his nature became more prominent depending on the strength of one of his creators.

On days where Unicron stirred, Optimus was a beast on the battlefield, causing even Megatron to look at him in fear. He was cold to those around him, often tending to look upon the loss of life apathetically, even disdainfully if the death did not benefit him. His maliciousness and tolerance for lackluster results took a nosedive, nearly leading him to harm his own soldiers on days where Unicron's influence was worst. He always apologized afterward, pinning the blame on the stress of war and the Matrix's prodding. His Autobots always forgave him in turn, but each harbored and still harbors a slight fear for and of their Prime.

On days where Primus was more active, Optimus had a way with words that boosted the morale of his own troops more so than any other time. He was saintly in his actions, often able to understand others and offer them the comfort they didn't know they needed. He was capable of making enemy soldiers turn away, often contemplative and sometimes even coming back to him with a desire to join him. He never raised his blade unless he had to and he took every care to ensure that his people were happy, even amidst a war. On those days he was dearly loved by his Autobots and greatly loathed by his enemies.

Thankfully for everyone, Optimus generally kept himself controlled, his grip on his emotions and moods being tight at all times. However when Optimus and his team arrived to earth, his carefully constructed stability started to crack. Even before him and his team entered the atmosphere he could feel the thrum of his creator's spark beneath the surface. He could hear his maker's whispers, his desires, the pulses that came from his spark, urging those who could feel him to do his bidding.

With the Matrix's aid and the constant distractions that came from his team and earth in the form of the human children and his team having to handle them. But as time passed and Megatron began messing with dark energon, Optimus found it harder and harder to not slip back into his original design. After Uniron started to awaken there was no stopping it. No matter what Optimus did to suppress or hide his nature, nothing could stop him from reacting as power unlike anything he had felt in millennia fueled him in response to his creator's waking.

In front of his entire team, his frame shifted, his spark growing beyond its confines as it was strengthened. His form became deadlier, sharper, and yet still so eerily graceful, the remnants of his creator's intent to have him hide among Primus's perfect children. His personality warped, falling right back into who he was before Unicron fell into stasis, only partially under the influence of the changes Primus impressed on him.

One would think that this would have led Optimus to go running to his creator, doing everything in his power to help him wake. But Optimus was a possessive creature, and he could not allow his maker to destroy earth for multiple reasons.

Earth is home to the humans, and since they spawned on Unicron's slumbering form, they are sort of like family. No family of his is allowed to die unless it is by his own servos.

HIS humans love earth. And Optimus would do anything to see those that are HIS are kept happy and healthy.

HIS team like earth and require the relics on it to restore Cybertron. As such, despite being a mudball, earth is something he finds himself required to keep somewhat secure.

Unicron may be his maker, but Optimus cannot exactly allow him to wake and go about destroying everything. To kill Primus would be to doom HIS loved ones to an existence without an afterlife waiting for them.

Also the balance matters... if only so that HIS loved ones don't need to deal with the fallout of two mighty gods duking it out.

Hence when Unicron started activating his avatars, Optimus went out and attempted to convince his maker to slumber a while longer... with varied results.

Unicron: "My glorious creation! Come! Let us conquer this universe and end Primus once and for all!"

Optimus: "I can't let you do that"

Unicron: "What? Why?"

Optimus: *gestures to his team and his humans* "Those are mine, and you waking up right now would hurt them"

Unicron: *aghast* "I am your creator!"

Optimus: "You left me to be raised by your twin and expected me to kill all of his creations despite the possessiveness that YOU gave me acting up because they actually showed me some affection like a real family. Not to mention Primus fixed up a scrap ton of instabilities in my spark making it so that I can actually live somewhat normally outside of combat"

Unicron: *feeling more than a little guilty* "Well... I didn't exactly intend for you to have any other purpose besides fighting by my side"

Optimus: *with his servos on his hips* "Wow. What a great father you are"

Unicron: *flustered as all get out* "Wait a moment! What if I let you keep your little playthings and made sure not to hurt them? Would you come with me then?"

Optimus: "Some of my possessions require the use of this planet. And the others rather like their homeworld. Either way I can't let you wake up entirely"

Unicron: "I really don't want to have to fight you my wayward spark. Don't make me"

Optimus: "And I would rather not have to betray my own creator, but then again its either that or complete annihilation of the universe which houses MY special people"

Unicron: "We don't have to do this"

Optimus: "We kind of do"

Unicron: ....

Optimus: .....

Unicron: "For the record, I'm sorry"

Optimus: *Already getting ready to take a nice swing at the avatar using his newfound strength* "A bit late for that I'm afraid"

#maccadam #transformers #transformers prime #transfomers au #optimus prime #primus #unicron #the thirteen primes #alternate universe #I am so tired this was exhausting yet so fun to write #I did not expand upon everything I wanted to in this #maybe I will come back to this au later if people care #unicron is a deadbeat dad without meaning to be #primus is super smug about his nephew liking him more #*custody battle ensues*

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