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Megatron? I think I’m ready to transform.

ask-smokescreen:

mightymegatron:

Megatron nods, taking a few moments to stand from his place on the berth. He walks over to the center of the medbay, the largest open space in the room. 

“Alright, then. I’m watching.”

Smokescreen pauses, waiting for Megatron to come over, and another moment, just to prepare himself…

His transformation is a bit slow, but that might just be from not having done it for a while. But Smokescreen manages to stay in his alt mode for almost a minute before transforming back and running towards Megatron!

He waits, arms folded behind his back. There is nothing to be rushed, it has to be Smokescreen’s choice.

When he finally transforms, Megatron can see the sticking, his very T-cog resisting, but it’s progress. The warlord smiles, satisfied as he stays that way for a few moments. He isn’t surprised when Smokescreen pops back into his root mode, although he wasn’t expecting the Autobot to run towards him. Smokescreen clings to his leg… and Megatron lays a servo on his upper back, between tense doorwings. 

“Very good.”

Megs? Is there anything I can do to help you out right now?

ask-smokescreen:

mightymegatron:

mightymegatron:

Megatron stares long and hard at him.

“Transform.”

None of that fidgeting. Megatron doesn’t look at Smokescreen either, but he gets closer to tuck the Autobot into his side.

“I know what happened, and I disagree. Because of their actions, you are afraid of being in a vulnerable state again, one that can be abused. …I can tell you that it’s a miserable way to live. Accepting your armor as permanent, not seeing it for the cage it is.” 

Smokescreen squirms for a klik, before letting himself get closer to Megatron.

“Well- I mean- of course I am. I don’t want to get hurt again, and I don’t know what’ll make it easier.” Smokescreen’s vocalizer starts to waver a bit. He’s trying to keep himself calm, but it’s a little obvious in his EM field that Smokescreen’s starting to let himself get upset. “And it’s not that bad- I’m fine. I’m fine, Megs- I haven’t missed transforming, really.” A lie.

Megatron doesn’t interrupt, waiting for an opening to speak again, letting him get upset. He should be upset about this; it would be more concerning if he wasn’t.

“What will make it easier is affirming that you are still in control, that you can still be safe. Remembering that what happened to you is far from the only thing that may happen, that it was a rarity in the scope of your entire life.” He contemplates for a moment, still looking off at the far wall instead of the shaking mech at his side.

“For that, you will start slowly. Tomorrow, I want you to come back here, and transform once, briefly. Return to your root mode as soon as you’d like to, but do it. If you don’t take the first step, it will be a part of yourself you cannot reclaim.”

Megs? Is there anything I can do to help you out right now?

ask-smokescreen:

mightymegatron:

mightymegatron:

Megatron stares long and hard at him.

“Transform.”

“But surely you can tomorrow, right?” Once Smokescreen sits, he gets an arm resting on the berth on his other side, creating an alcove full of Megatron’s steady EM.

“You cannot live in fear of your own frame, Smokescreen.”

“I don’t know- I really don’t know.” Smokescreen’s starting to fidget, getting uncomfortable even thinking about transforming, trying to keep his field in. He didn’t expect someone to bring it up once tonight, and Megatron bringing it up for a second time was just shocking.

“I’m not afraid of my frame, Megatron.” Smokescreen’s looking away from Megatron, “I don’t want to get hurt because of it, though.”

None of that fidgeting. Megatron doesn’t look at Smokescreen either, but he gets closer to tuck the Autobot into his side.

“I know what happened, and I disagree. Because of their actions, you are afraid of being in a vulnerable state again, one that can be abused. …I can tell you that it’s a miserable way to live. Accepting your armor as permanent, not seeing it for the cage it is.” 

Megs? Is there anything I can do to help you out right now?

ask-smokescreen:

mightymegatron:

mightymegatron:

Megatron stares long and hard at him.

“Transform.”

“Stop.” Megatron’s voice isn’t as forceful as a command, more like on the edge of one. He doesn’t take his optics from Smokescreen.

“Sit with me, if you won’t now, and listen.”

Smokescreen does end up stopping, doorwings drooping. Even if it’s not strictly a command, it’s pretty hard to ignore, and with a sigh, Smokescreen’s soon walking over to sit down with Megatron.

“Look- I’m sorry, Megs. But I can’t- I can’t do that tonight.”

“But surely you can tomorrow, right?” Once Smokescreen sits, he gets an arm resting on the berth on his other side, creating an alcove full of Megatron’s steady EM.

“You cannot live in fear of your own frame, Smokescreen.”

( Megatron’s got a friend. Bee’s brought a few snacks and some pictures he took of the fish tank for him. They’re eating healthy. The rest of the pics are of Rex, who waggles his aft too hard to not be a blurry mess in the photos. )

Megatron slides through the pictures, shaking his helm fondly when he gets to the blur he assumes is Rex. “He always seems to move so much more when you’re around. Has he been allowed out of my quarters? Just because I’m confined doesn’t mean he should be. The ship is safe enough for him.”

Things I like to know about RP partners, a fill-in meme

I like to be called: Megs/Megamun/Kylie! Whatever feels right.
My favorite color is: yellow-green
Gender: Female
One thing you should know about me: My energy is fickle. Sometimes I’ll write like I’m running a marathon and other times it’ll be a few days before I get back into the swing of things. But: even if I’m not posting, I’m usually on in the evenings, lurking! I’ll see messages if you leave them, don’t worry I haven’t left. I’m just a low-energy butt that day.
One thing you should know about my muse(s): Megatron is much chiller than he was a few years ago. There’s been so many factors leading to how he feels now that it’s hard explain quickly, but really, getting stabbed through the spark was the best thing that could have happened to him from a mental standpoint.
First language: English
Second language: A bit of French, but i’m reeeeally out of practice, and much better at understanding it than being able to come up with responses on the fly.

HIGHLIGHT:

Age range:  under 13  | 14–17 |18–22 | 23–25 | 26–29 | 30+ | 70+
Am I okay with NSFW?:  yes | no | sometimes 
My favorite/most common thing to RP is: angst | fluff | smut| crack | other (adventures, AUs)
OC friendly?:  yes | no | depends
RP blog:  does | doesn’t contain OOC posts.

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[Pingity Ping Ping, Pa-Ping, Ping, Ping]

heligooddeals:

mightymegatron:

mightymegatron:

The pings wake Megatron, but seeing who they’re from he forgets to be irritated, answering the urgent message.

::Blackguard, what’s happened?::

It’s such a shame that unimpressed deadpan staring doesnt translate over comms. The look Quickshaft is getting is a phenomenal one.

::I see.:: His interest returned however, as Singer flitted around him running extensive scans as quickly as he could. There were few reasons the anonymous magic would have exchanged Blackguard for… him. They had to be connected.

::Blackguard’s former lover, I presume.:: The medic caught Megatron checking his sword arm, looking irritated when it didn’t deploy on his command. The cannon, however, worked perfectly. ::When exactly did you die?::

Something in his spark felt stung at the way Megatron addressed him, like he was some discarded toy and was no longer relevant to anything. He knew, of course, that wasn’t the case, but the spike of insecurity that managed to flare up was still hard to push back and ignore.

[: Time frame’s a lil fuzzy, :] he answers truthfully, with much less zest in his tone. [: I know it was during the golden age, and before things started getting crazy on Cybertron. I don’t really understand how long those two things have been though, but I’m sure you can figure out too, soooooooo… :]

If Quickshaft had come back from the dead and returned to Blackguard’s side, that would be one thing. But instead, he had taken the place of someone who Megatron knew and respected. To treat such an event with the casual attitude this mech presented rubbed him in all the wrong directions. 

Once he hears of the Golden Age though, his curiosity returns. Blackguard lost this mech long ago… Such would explain why she didn’t seem like a mech in mourning for her lost love, and why Quickshaft didn’t understand who he was speaking to. Megatron decided he could forgive that, at least.

::By my count, it’s been nearly five million years for you. It’s a wonder you’re remaining so… calm about the current state of things.:: Keep him on the line. If he was using Blackguard’s comm he was in her office, and as soon as the tests cleared him, that’s where he was headed.