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MY GOD!!! THAT IS TOO CUTE!
enjoy this 8 page comic i drew in 1 day and inked in 2.
no one who knows me in real life would ever believe all the fluffy romantic comics I draw;;;
alternate title is: I HAVE STRONG OPINIONS ON DWARF BEARDS
LIFE GOES ON (Part ONE) - 2019
A series of drawings inspired by Avengers Endgame. Part TWO, featuring characters like T'Challa, Quill, Carol, etc…will be posted in one-two months away. A big thank you to @hurtcomfortbucky for the beta of the captions ♥
namjoon showing us that they renewed their contracts with bighit/hybe 🥹🥹🥹🥹
This isn’t my usual kind of writing (that I post here anyway), but I saw this amazing piece of artwork (linked below) and after rewatching Predacons Rising I was really inspired to write something based on it. Enjoy our big man Optimus feeling small for once in the presence of big boy Primus himself :)
(I did want to make this longer but my motivation sadly disappeared :( I do think this is good for what it is though :))
Optimus’ senses were all slowly coming online.
At least, that was what he assumed was happening. First there was that thrumming of his spark in its chamber. A deep, sonorous hum filled his processor, and the Prime knew his audials must have activated by then. The mech flexed his digits, and slowly, feeling spread itself along the rest of his worn frame.
Then, when his optics finally came online, he witnessed a sight like no other unfolding itself before him.
He was in the depths of deep space, yet rushing past him were countless lights, zooming past him in every direction, in numbers he couldn’t begin to count. Each little light glowed with a faint color of their own, and Optimus’ optics struggled to process such a harmonious symphony of color with merely his own two optics.
As he looked down onto himself, he noticed the rainbow of lights reflecting off of his old plating. And as he flexed one servo, and then another, the mech raised his vision upwards into the churning current of lights above him as memories of the last few moments all rushed into him at once.
Unicron.
The Autobots.
The Well of All Sparks.
White.
Optimus had sacrificed his own spark in order to free the sparks trapped within the AllSpark. If that remained the case, he must have been truly one with the AllSpark by now.
So, if that was the case, how was it that he could still see his mechanical frame? Why wasn’t he another mere spark, joining the current with his brethren into worlds unknown?
A sudden bright light appears before the Prime before he could ponder the question. Optimus squints and raises a servo to shield his optics, yet when his optics cycle themselves and adjust to the gently dimming light, he no longer finds it in him to block his vision.
A gigantic figure appears before him. Plating made of pure, golden light, shining itself out and giving this being corporeal form. A halo wraps itself behind his head, circles appearing like their own dwarf planets encircling it. The mech-like being wears a faceplate and blank, yet knowing optics. It’s finials defy all sense of logic and separate themselves into ever shifting pieces along either side of his helm. Fractals of light jitter about the edges of his form, yet Optimus can make out just about every part of this being that makes him Cybertronian. Sturdy helm, wide chassis, and, of course, the massive servos that lift themselves up from behind the Prime, gently cupping him within the bigger mech’s hold.
“The Thirteenth,” the titan begins. His voice is hollow and echoes through the kaleidoscopic tunnel in which they stand, yet it shakes Optimus to the very core of his spark. The smaller mech finds himself breathless. “Orion Pax. Optimus Prime.”
“You…” Optimus can barely manage to piece together his words as the reality of whom he was facing finally began to hit him. “You are… Primus?” He asks, though there is no questioning lilt to the end of his words.
The golden being gives a mere nod.
In that very moment, Optimus inclines his head deeply, and kneels. “It is a true honor to stand before you, my creator,” he professes as his helm is hung low. Then, he raises his helm back up, if only to properly address Cybertron’s god. “To what do I owe the great privilege of getting your audience?”
“Rise,” Primus’ voice gently commands, and Optimus obliges him. As he speaks, his voice is low and soft, yet still emits a commanding air that no creature— Cybertronian or otherwise— could ever hope to find it in themselves to defy. “Optimus Prime. You have done not only myself a great service, yet the entirety of Cybertron’s people.”
Optimus stands tall as Primus continues. Not out of arrogance, not in the slightest— but out of the innate compulsion to take in every last feature about the god.
“You have committed the ultimate sacrifice. In exchange for your own life, you not only saved my own, yet saved the future of the Cybertronian race in and of itself.” The hands behind Optimus raise themselves higher, and Optimus can’t help but flinch forwards the smallest bit as they gently bump into him. He’s enveloped entirely by that golden light, the pure warmth of the servo behind him washing away any possible fears or doubts. Optimus is raised gently within Primus’ palms, and the creator god gazes down at him with an emotion the Prime can only describe as love.
“And for that, I must thank you.”
actually, another thing i adore about beyond evil but also find quite honestly tragic is that lee dong sik might be almost just as alone as han joo won in that he has a whole group of friends but he never not once relies on them for anything, thinking that he needs to handle whatever the hell is going on in his life on his own. he tells ji hoon that hyung will take care of it, he tells jae yi that he won’t be okay if jae yi gets hurt, he even makes sure joo won doesn’t touch jeong je because he realizes jeong je’s fragile. he asks nam sang bae for one thing, and then continues to tell him to back away now, you might get hurt. he tells ji hwa to not cross over on this side–and is rightfully met with oh ji hwa’s exasperation and anger because how dare you tell me not to cross over on this side when i–and so many people–have already crossed over for you.
and dong sik’s reaction to this?
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