So I has a sketch sitting in the back of my WIP folder and I decided to finally finish the darn thing. Trying to get some improving done on my lighting and shadows.
I only hurt him because I love him. ;;
so, um. i was inspired to write fic for this. i hope that’s okay?
might be going against author’s intent, but i got an idea and rolled with it.
rating pg-13 for violence and sexuality, etc. optimus/ratchet, too.
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Despite what others might have believed, Optimus was not immune to the pain of loss. Though he had lost many comrades and friends throughout the years, the pain never quite numbed. Like wounds to his spark, ripped open before they could heal into ugly scar tissue. Seeing so many of his people and loved ones die so needlessly in this terrible, seemingly eternal war both weighed heavy on his heart, and yet pushed him to keep moving forward, to find a better tomorrow and the end to this chaos and madness that had consumed so many beautiful, innocent souls through its wildfire.
Yet, this pain felt different. Optimus had experienced intense bouts of rage and the deepest of depressions, but there was something unique about this pain suddenly shocking his system. Arriving at the wrecked, ambushed Omega Base sent acid into his throat and stinging coolant in his optics. The attack came out of nowhere; devastating entire HQ. What was left of the old bunker was crumbling, little by little. Soon, it would collapse completely, to turn to ash and smoldering memories.
The Decepticons were ruthless. They seemed endless, relentless; refusing to step down, more and more came. They easily outnumbered the five Autobots, and Fowler’s backup still wasn’t enough. But they couldn’t retreat, not when one of their own was stuck inside the ruins. Optimus tore through the debris, ripping it apart like tissue paper, adrenaline giving him a boost of strength he had not known was in him. Noises swam with the lights in blurs through his worried, fretting mind, spark thrashing anxiously, fearfully in his chamber, as he came closer and closer to the ever-weakening energy signature. He found himself soon running through the remains of the entrance tunnel, into the control room, where the ceiling was trickling and falling, close to the edge of complete destruction.
“Opt… imus? Th-t you?”
Optimus jerked his head upright, wide-eyed. He turned to the only light illuminating the ruins; the bright, sickly green of the monitors, still managing to shine like beacons in a stormy night. A familiar shadow was cast along the largest screen and angrily, quickly hefting and throwing aside chunks of cement and equipment, Optimus was soon kneeling beside Ratchet.kateto i hope this is sad enough for you I’D HATE TO DISAPPOINT AND HAVE YOU LEAVING WITH “MEH”