— I’m Still Waiting For Him.

FLORENCE CASTLE’S HEROES OF CYBERTRON - EP. 08: OPTIMUS PRIME (2)

Poiché il soggetto in questione è una vera e propria leggenda nella Hall of Fame dei Transformer, la puntata di oggi è particolarmente molto lunga, per cui la suddividerò in più parti.

NOTA: Alcune immagini non sono mie, ma vengono dal sito DeviantArt. Articolo scritto da me, con l'approvazione di @jazzluca.

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PUNTATA 7: OPTIMUS PRIME, seconda parte.

Vento di cambiamenti

Esaurito l’argomento G1 – del quale ho preferito non dilungarmi troppo, inclusa la parentesi ‘Master – saltiamo direttamente nell’universo Biocombat/Beast Wars degli anni ‘90, nel quale i Transformer “classici” fanno un cameo a cavallo tra la seconda e terza stagione, e tra questi ritroviamo proprio Optimus Prime... inattivo, insieme a tutti gli altri Autobot e Decepticon, a bordo dell’Arca. In questo specifico caso, il capo dei Maximal Optimus Primal (suo discendente e semiomonimo) gli estrae dal petto la Matrice del Comando, dopo che questi e i suoi compagni hanno riparato i corpi dei loro antenati danneggiati dall’ennesimo machiavellico piano dell’astutissimo rivale Megatron – impedendogli così la completa cancellazione di quella linea temporale.

E, di nuovo, mi fermo qui, visto che Blackjack – come lo chiamavamo noi in Italia – è un personaggio a sé stante e condivide col Comandante Autobot solo la semi-omonimia, anche dopo la sua evoluzione in un corpo Transmetal 2 (e con che nome... Optimal Optimus!). Non ho, invece, moltissimi ricordi delle serie animate dei primi Duemila in cui Commander è il classico protagonista numero uno, ovvero Robot in Disguise 2001 e la Trilogia Unicron (2002-2005); eppure, se non fossero mai esistiti non avremmo poi avuto i film di Michael Bay, i cui robot hanno ereditato alcune caratteristiche fisiche... ma questa è un’altra storia.

Anche Derrick J. Wyatt, per il suo capolavoro Animated, ha preso spunto dal passato per costruire il profilo psicologico del “suo” Optimus Prime. Nasce così non il classico comandante veterano ed esperto come ormai siamo abituati, ma un vero e proprio erede spirituale del Beast Wars Optimus Primal: un povero ragazzo che si è ritrovato suo malgrado come capo di una squadra altrettanto scalmanata – un gigante buono ma impacciato, un ragazzino indisciplinato, un ninja poco loquace e un vecchio e burbero ufficiale medico. Inoltre, Optimus non è nemmeno un soldato, ma un ordinario manutentore di Ponti Spaziali col dolore di aver lasciato a morire l’amica/fidanzatina Elita One (diventata poi Blackarachnia) su un pianeta sconosciuto e l’umiliazione di essere sempre bullizzato da quell’arrogante Sentinel Prime fin dai tempi dell’accademia.

Esteticamente Optimus ha mantenuto l’aplomb di “eroe mascherato armato di ascia energetica” dall’iconografia classica, ma la novità assoluta che ha rivoluzionato l’aspetto del personaggio negli anni a venire è la scelta di rendere retrattile quella famosa maschera, immortalando l’abitudine di sfoggiarla solo durante i combattimenti – mentre in condizioni normali è sempre a volto scoperto. Sì, avete capito bene: prendendo spunto dall’Optimus di Cybertron, e prima di lui da Beast Wars Optimus Primal, Wyatt ha disegnato la sua versione del Comandante Autobot con un vero e proprio volto... una tradizione che continua ancora oggi nelle incarnazioni successive, salvo qualche sporadica eccezione. Altra grande rivoluzione arriva per quanto riguarda il nostro doppiaggio italiano, poiché proprio Animated ha cementato il ruolo di Marco “Batman” Balzarotti come voce di Optimus in serie animate e videogiochi futuri.

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Good ol’ dog

Hazard x Reader

A/N: I just wanted to write something where hazard is just a sucker for praises and where he gets called a good boy because I’ve been salivating for something like this. (I’m going insane apologies in advance)

Summary: Hazard lately has been putting lot of work, but no one seems to be taking notice of that except you.

Hazard was exhausted, the tension from today’s mission still visible in the tightness of his shoulders as he sat slouched in the chair by the window. He wasn’t one to complain, but the way his eyes avoided yours told you how much the day had taken out of him.

“You know, you could just let me pamper you for once” you said, standing in the doorway with your arms crossed.

“Pamper me?” he scoffed, his thick Scottish accent laced with a faint growl of annoyance. “I’m nae wee bairn. I don’t need lookin’ after.”

You sighed and crossed the room, ignoring the way he tensed as you stepped closer. “It’s not about needing it. It’s about deserving it. You did more than just ‘your part’ today, Hazard. You carried the entire mission.”

He huffed, leaning back in his chair as if the conversation was already tiring him. “Ye’re makin’ it sound bigger than it was. I just did what had tae be done.”

“No, you did what no one else could do” you corrected, and before he could argue, you climbed onto his lap, straddling him.

His entire body froze, his hands hovering in the air like he didn’t know where to put them. “What are ye—”

“Sit still” you ordered, pressing your hands to his shoulders to keep him from bolting.

Hazard’s cheeks flushed immediately, the redness creeping all the way to his ears. “Yer mad” he muttered, his voice low and strained.

“Maybe” you teased, cupping his face and brushing your thumbs over the slight stubble on his jaw. “But you never take care of yourself, so someone’s gotta do it.”

His eyes darted to yours, wide and uncertain, and it only made you grin. “You’re so used to being the one in charge, aren’t you? Always protecting everyone else, always doing the right thing.” You leaned in closer, your voice soft and teasing. “You’re like a big, loyal dog. Dependable, selfless, but absolutely clueless when it comes to letting someone take care of you.”

Hazard’s blush deepened, and his jaw tightened under your touch. “Dinnae call me a dog” he muttered, his voice gruff.

“Oh, but it fits” you teased, brushing a strand of his hair out of his face. “You get all shy when someone scratches behind your ears, don’t you?”

“Don’t worry,” you said, leaning even closer until your foreheads almost touched. “I’ll be gentle.”

He opened his mouth to respond, but you didn’t let him. Instead, you whispered, “You’re such a good boy, Hazard.”

Hazard froze completely, his breath hitching at your words. His hands tightened on your waist, his eyes wide as he stared at you. But then something shifted—his lips parted slightly, and a low, shaky groan escaped him. The moment hung in the air, heavy and charged. His blush deepened, and his grip on your waist became firmer. He leaned forward slightly, his forehead brushing against yours, and you realized, too late, that something in him had clicked. Did…did he like this?

“…Hazard?” you asked softly, your teasing smile faltering as the air between you grew warmer.

His mismatched eyes locked onto yours, and this time, there was no avoiding the hunger in his gaze. “Ye keep callin’ me that” he muttered, his voice lower, rougher. “Ye dinnae even know what yer doin’, bonnie.” Your teasing confidence wavered, your heart skipping a beat. “I was just messing with you—”

“Were ye now?” he interrupted, his hands sliding up your waist to rest just beneath your ribs. “Because it’s gettin’ a reaction out o’ me I’m thinkin’ ye weren’t expectin’.”

Your mouth went dry as his words registered. You had teased Hazard plenty of times before, but this… this was new. His body, his gaze, even the slight shift of his hands—it all felt charged in a way you hadn’t meant to spark.

“Haz, I—”

“Say it again” he whispered, barely audible.

You blinked, startled. “What?”

You tilted your head, a teasing smile playing at your lips. “What, ‘good boy’? Is that what you want?”

Hazard groaned softly, his fingers digging into your hips. “Don’t make me beg, please...”

Hazard let out a low, guttural groan, his head tipping back slightly as he closed his eyes. His hands flexed against your sides, and his breath came out shaky. “Yer gonna be the death o’ me,” he muttered, though the way he pulled you closer and buried his head on your chest told you he wasn’t about to let you go.

Suddenly, regaining back your confidence you leaned in. Your lips brushing against his ear. “Oh, but I think I will” you murmured. “Come on, Hazard. I want to hear you ask for it.”

His breathing grew heavier, his hands trembling slightly as they gripped your waist. He lowered his head, his forehead resting against your shoulder as he let out a frustrated sigh. “Please” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Please what?” you asked, feigning innocence.

He growled low in his throat, lifting his head to glare at you and bucking his hips forward against yours slightly. His blush spreading all the way to his ears. “Please… call me a good boy.”

You grinned, brushing your fingers through his hair as you leaned in close. “There it is” you said softly. “You really are a good boy, Hazard.”

A low, guttural groan escaped him, and he leaned into your touch, his hands pulling you closer. His head dropped to your shoulder again, and you swore you heard the faintest, most broken whimper escape his lips.

You swallowed hard, your teasing grin now a nervous smile. “You’re… really into this, huh?”

He chuckled softly, his gaze meeting yours again, darker this time but still full of warmth. “Aye, and it’s yer fault.”

You opened your mouth to reply, but before you could say anything, With a fluid motion, Hazard scooped you up as if you weighed nothing, his strong arms securing you effortlessly. Before you could even react, he laid you down on the bed, his body following close behind. He pinned your wrists above your head with one firm hand, his mismatched eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine.

“Don’t start somethin’ ye cannae finish, Bonnie” he murmured, his deep, accented voice brushing against your ear like a promise and a warning all at once.

Before you could reply, his lips descended to your neck, tracing slow, deliberate kisses across your skin. A soft gasp escaped you as he added gentle nips and teasing bites, each one sending a spark of heat coursing through you. His grip on your wrists tightened slightly, keeping you in place as his mouth claimed you, marking his territory with every kiss. Maybe you had underestimated just how much your teasing would affect him—or maybe, deep down, you’d hoped for this exact moment.

In regards to your Ask Box post, I'm curious as to what you think of Bayverse Optimus Prime. The man's not exactly well-loved on tumblr.

the short answer…

Who I pair/hate them with: Elita-1 (OTP)

Why I like/hate them: truthfully, the stunning realistic CGI work of the movies. I really do like Optimus’s bayverse design. And of course he’s just kick-ass :P but still holds the ideals of his original G1 self

Favourite physical feature: preeeeetty much everything, except his nose and his feet

Least favourite quality in the character: not particularly fond of his “We will kill them all” line, amongst a few other violent activities. but more on that below

3 Headcanons: 1) Jazz is NOT DEAD, and remains Optimus’s SIC and bestest best friend; 2) There exists a TFA-style Sentinel Prime character, ie. an Autobot who was once Optimus’s comrade and rival on Cybertron. When they meet up again, “Sentinel” is still a jealous asshole; 3) Elita-1 is anything but a ‘trophy wife.’ She’s a tough warrior herself who supports and works with Optimus a lot - she’s esentially like another one of his lieutenants. When in public, they are both serious and focused on work, and they never let their relationship interfere with missions. If you’re extremely lucky, you might catch them in a rare public display of affection (usually just arm-around-the-shoulder or shared smiles/laughter).

My OTP for said character: you guessed it, Elita1 x OP

and then, as if that wasn’t long enough, I ended up going on a long rant about Bayformers and Optimus…

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“We lose so much in this life. Any life. All lives, really…

But this life… This Last-Safe-City, end-of-all-things kinda life…?

Even when we win, it seems like all we do is lose.”

- Cayde-6

guess who’s been thinking about the Nightstalker Quest from Taken King againnnn

Overwatch Headcanon:

Hanzo and Genji's dragons are the opposites of them. They reflect what they needed to learn when they were younger.

Genji needed to learn responsibility, so his dragon (Soba) is serious and is almost like a stern parent.

Hanzo needed to learn how to let loose and not be so serious, so his dragons (Udon & Ramen) are utter goofballs.

Genji learns to be serious, so now he takes it upon himself to teach Soba how to have fun. Soba is reluctant, but she loves her master so she is willing to learn.

Hanzo is slowly learning not to be so serious all the time with his dragons help. But sometimes they're too much to handle and go out and cause mayhem. Soba feels like she has to teach them to tone it down.

Find the Word/Manuscript Search Tag

Tagged by @morganlefaye79! Thanks so much! :)

I've done one of these before with a different set of words, but got a fresh batch and it's a fun easy way to showcase writing.

My words were: refuse, deep, kiss and beach.

Refuse

V hesitated. “And if I refuse?” Jenkins tilted his head at the hint of insubordination. “This isn’t a request V. And take this.” He pulled a stack of paper eddies out of another case and set it on the table. “Use this money only, find the right people for the job - no corporate affiliation. And for the core task use someone you know. Inside and out. Are we clear?” “Crystal.” She reached down and pocketed the stack of eddies.“In that case, I’ll await your report. My AV is waiting outside, it’s yours to use. Don’t disappoint me.” V turned and quickly left the office. Jenkins started another holo call as she passed through the doors. She almost ran down the hallway. Fingers shaking, her heart was going to explode out of her chest, and everything around her was moving too slow. She wrenched her desk drawer open and relief washed over her as she took a hit of the neuro stim. She eased herself down into her chair and leaned her head back at the ceiling, with the neuro stim she could finally think clearly.

Deep

She turned around. The man was taller than Jackie by a few inches. His shaved scalp and last-gen military grade cybernetic eye cut an intimidating figure. V guessed he was probably a detective but, with the faux fur lined coat and the one earring, she couldn’t make up her mind if he resembled a pimp or a pirate more. He was tan and broad shouldered, muscles hidden underneath his coat. V noticed the cybernetic hand and decided on pirate. Toss in a hat and a hook. She might consider him decent looking if he didn’t have such a deep scowl marring his features. V blinked, that hit to the head was talking awfully loud.

Kiss

Warm lips caught River by the corner of his mouth, spanning the scant space in between them. He angled his head toward her to correct course and meet her fully. Tentative. Questioning. V leaned into the kiss, hands coming up to cup his jaw, asking for more. Slender fingers traced heavy down his neck, stumbling over the sleeves of his coat on their journey. Cool glossy fingertips tempered his heated skin, running over his chest and along the muscles of his arms. Breath mingled as River bent forward and kissed V back, sharp edges yielding to softness. Too close, too far. It wasn’t enough. River looped one of his massive arms around V’s waist, coat and all, to draw her closer.

Beach

River unlocked the door to his apartment and leaned heavily against the doorframe once inside. He stared blankly out the tiny sliver of a window he had, a small glimpse of the ocean in the distance. River wouldn’t call it beach front property, but it was a damn sight nicer than some of the other places he’d lived. He heaved a sigh. There were no cockroaches waiting for him at the door. Shucking off his boots, he hung up his coat and secured his revolver, before making his way to the shower. The hot water did okay at washing away his afternoon but did little to erase the events of the past week. He ran his hands over his face, deciding the stubble was a problem for tomorrow. Toweling off and throwing on a pair of sweatpants, he fell face first into his mattress like a sack of bricks.

Tagging with no pressure: @fly-amanitaa @another-corpo-rat @merge-conflict @vox-monstera @setaflow @just-a-cybercroissant

Your words should you choose to accept your mission: soft, neon, blood, & haze.

Saw your most recent tiktok🤭

Could you do something for Lucio when you get the chance? Please and thank you

First date headcannons with Lucio, Cole Cassidy, Mauga, Lifeweaver, and Genji with gn!reader

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: Fluff, a little suggestive but not too much.

Notes: The ask probably meant NSFW but wanted to write something light while i work on an anon request for Cole Cassidy. Prefer girls? check here

Lucio:

I always think of his valentines day voiceline bless him, he'd be quite nervous to ask you out. If you don't do it for him, he'll most likely want to be traditional and get you flowers before stuttering out an invitation.

Once you've actually said yes, he'll relax a little bit.

Most likely your first date is going to be music related. He won't take you to his own concert, but if there's a concert playing music he knows you'll like he'll take you there.

Alternatively, might take you dancing to show off a little. When he's around music, he feels much more confident so he'll be able to be himself and even be a little flirty.

You might have to put up with people coming up to him for his autograph though. But it'll give him a rush when everyone realises he's on a date with you.

After dancing the night away, he'll probably take you to try some street food. He'll insist on paying, he's a celebrity after all! But he ends up not needing to when the vendors recognise him as the hero who stood up to Vishkar and insist on giving you both what you want free of charge.

Given that the weather is nice, he'll do his best to be respectful and not look at your body too much. However if you're wearing shorts...lord have mercy, they're his weakness.

When you guys part ways, he might cheekily ask for a goodnight kiss but he's happy with anything. Considering how much fun you both had, he's confident you two will go out again sometime.

Feeling the beat of the music, Lucio moves like it's second nature to him. You both laughing and joking as he starts to dance with you, his hands respectful in their placement before he spins you around, making you both laugh again.

"Not bad babe, maybe you should be a backing dancer at my shows." he teases playfully, trying not to let his eyes look down at how your legs look in your shorts. Although with the way you start to move, he isn't sure he can resist the temptation.

Cole Cassidy:

Will ask you out pretty smoothly in conversation, hardly giving you time to process that you've been asked on a date before the cowboy starts to think about his ideas.

Invites you on a hiking trail, giving you both plenty of time to talk and get to know each-other.

He'll do the stereotypical action of taking his hat off when he sees you and gives you a small bow, flustering you a little.

As you walk, he won't initiate physical contact for a while, waiting until you guys cross some sort of stream or rough terrain; he use the opportunity to hold out his hand to help you over, before interlocking his fingers with yours.

Quite easy to talk to, and flirtatious comments seem to roll off his tongue without him meaning to. He'll compliment your outfit and hairstyle, before making comments about how the sun reflects so lovely off your eyes.

Prefers asking you questions and listening to you, he's working on being more emotionally vulnerable and open especially about his past, but it's still difficult for him.

Afterwards, you both will have worked up an appetite, so he'll take you to a diner for a bite to eat. Sitting in a booth, he might teasingly play footsie with you under the table to watch you laugh.

He'll have to get coffee, since he hasn't had his cigar for hours. He didn't want to smoke while on the date, a little concerned you'll find it rude. But towards the end he'll get a little twitchy.

Will offer to pay, southern values and all that.

Will also offer to walk you home, and will definitely come in if you invite him.

Approaching a stream, the running water providing a soothing ambiance as Cole steps forward. He hops over the stream before holding out his hand for you, causing you to giggle.

"What? A cowboy can't be a gentleman?" he teases, as you take his hand and he helps you across, "There you go pumpkin."

Smoothly, he interlocks your fingers, holding your hand tight and gently rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand as you both resume the walk. Looking to his left, he makes some remark about the surroundings to distract himself from the warm feeling in his chest as he feels the heat of your palm against his.

Mauga:

This man is CONFIDENT, he asks you out with his cocky grin almost like he knows you'll say yes.

Wants a relaxing date, so will ask you for drinks at one of his favourite bars.

Once you meet him there, he's nothing if not charming. He lays the compliments on pretty thick, with a cheeky smile that gets wider the more you feel flustered.

He's also hilarious, finding it so rewarding to make you laugh and giggle at his jokes. Isn't afraid to play the part of the fool if it means you'll be entertained.

Is hyper aware of his large size, and while he loves feeling bigger and stronger in the bedroom, in this context don't be surprised if he hunches himself over a bit to make you feel more at ease.

Also don't be surprised if he grips his glass too tight to make it smash, pretending to be hurt worse so you'll dote on him, he likes the attention more than he should.

He has to really restrain himself from getting too handsy with you, he doesn't want to scare you off. But he'll brush his hand against your hair or arm as he speaks.

Most likely will just get up and leave without paying lmao.

And will most certainly invite you to go home with him.

"And someone as pretty as you with a guy like me? People will think i'm payin' ya." he says with a laugh, causing your cheeks to burn as you giggle alongside him. Taking a sip of his drink, his eyes won't leave yours. "Someone as small as you as well, though it ain't hard for someone to be smaller than me."

You can't help but agree with his statement as he hunches over the bar with you, his thigh brushing against yours. He notices, and subtly presses his thigh more into yours, almost manspreading on the bar-stool.

Lifeweaver:

oh my god, the ROMANCE.

Listen I've said before he's the type of nerd to read romance novels and take notes, best believe he's planning the most romantic date he can, especially if he's caught feelings for you.

He'll show up, dressed to the nines with a bouquet of red roses with gold string attaching a little love note and hand them to you. He'll kiss your hand and open the car door for you and drive you to a lovely restaurant.

Most likely booked ahead to score the best table, and told the waiters to make it as romantic as they could.

But despite everything, he's secretly nervous. He planned it all so meticulously in his head, what if it goes wrong?

Not that you'd know his internal panicked monologue with how he treats you, he'd be so complimentary without overdoing it. Charming you with speech about your clothes, hair, everything. Will also start to drop in petnames like 'darling' and 'petal' to see how you react.

Is a little scared to hold your hand cause his hand is a little sweaty from the nerves, so he'll gently trace your fingers with his metal hand instead.

He's paying for the meal, you''ll have probably have guessed that already.

Will take you home and kiss your cheek, but will most likely leave it there. He doesn't want you to think he only wants you physically, so he'll be as respectful as possible.

"Well i assure you, you're the most radiant person in here." Niran says with a soft smile, his eyes tracing up and down your body and face as you sit down. His hair half up, he places his metal hand on the table, gently nudging your hand as if to ask permission.

"But please, order anything you'd like. My treat." he says, almost stuttering when you hold his hand, the cool metal refreshing against your touch. When you thank him and look down at the menu, he releases a breath he didn't realise he was holding. It's going well so far, he thinks, even if he's blown away by how you look all dressed up.

Genji:

bless him, he's also kinda nervous. He used to be a playboy, he never once used to be bothered with asking people out. But after his accident, now that his body is mostly metal, a lot of his confidence has been knocked.

But he'll try to hide it as he suggests an aquarium date. He finds the colours and the marine life quite therapeutic and calming, and hopes you'll feel that way too.

Prefers to stay away from the crowds, standing by the less popular exhibits to talk to you.

Will love to ask about your job, especially if it's more 'mundane' than his. He'll want almost a taste of the normality, something he's never really had in his life.

Will offer to take your picture against the backdrop of the fish tanks, his chest feeling fuzzy as he sees how gorgeous you look.

As you two explore, he'll gently go to hold your hand. When you reciprocate, he won't let go, clinging to your hand like a lifeline.

When you go into the gift shop, he'll surprise you by buying a soft plush toy of a fish or shark behind your back.

Most likely will ask if you want to go back to his, not realising how it sounds until after he's said it, to which he'll quickly reassure you he doesn't expect anything to happen.

"Oh look at those." you say excitedly, tugging him over to the jellyfish exhibit. He of course follows wherever you lead him, his hand firmly gripping yours.

"Here, let me take a picture." he offers, taking your phone and stepping back to get a good angle. You pose, and he swears he stops breathing when he sees your through the phone camera. He has to look at you above the device, mesmerised by how the blue hues reflect on your face.

"Genji? Have you taken the picture?"

Quanto sono belle queste gif della testa galleggiante di Vennie 😍❤

Florence Castle's Humanformers AU

Paige White AKA Peacewalker

Original Character made by me

The girl

Fandom: Overwatch

Pairing: Genji Shimada X Reader

Words: 306 

Warnings: Kidnapping (sort of)

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