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MEGSMEGSMEGSMEGSMEGS IM SO TINY RIGHT NOW IT’S WEIRD

ask-smokescreen:

mightymegatron:

mightymegatron:

To quote an inexplicably famous bowl of petunias: Oh no, not again.

“Do you have adequate armor? You are fragile in that form.”

By now he gets it, but it’s far more fun to feign ignorance.

“Ah, so they’ve given you bionics. That was at least considerate of them.”

Megatron, no! That’s not what I mean at all! I mean my strong, massive, stinky muscles that can protect me from anything!

“Projectile muscles, of course. Thank you for clearing that up.”

“But you would be safer on Earth in your current state, regardless. Between the sheer cold and your roughly pede-sized body, it’s an accident waiting to happen if you keep wandering about.”

MEGSMEGSMEGSMEGSMEGS IM SO TINY RIGHT NOW IT’S WEIRD

ask-smokescreen:

mightymegatron:

mightymegatron:

To quote an inexplicably famous bowl of petunias: Oh no, not again.

“Do you have adequate armor? You are fragile in that form.”

A swing and a miss.

“What sort of guns?”

…

/More desperate flexing, pointing to each arm as he flexes them one by one. Come on, Megs!/

You know, these arm ones? I’ve got arm guns in bot form, and I’ve got them in human form, too!

By now he gets it, but it’s far more fun to feign ignorance.

“Ah, so they’ve given you bionics. That was at least considerate of them.”

MEGSMEGSMEGSMEGSMEGS IM SO TINY RIGHT NOW IT’S WEIRD

ask-smokescreen:

mightymegatron:

To quote an inexplicably famous bowl of petunias: Oh no, not again.

“Do you have adequate armor? You are fragile in that form.”

I’ve got pants, and I’ve got a pair of guns!

/He’s flexing away, before laughing./

But nah- I’m kinda vulnerable. I’m pretty sure I’ll be fine, though. Everyone’s just been feeding me!

A swing and a miss.

“What sort of guns?”

Fluster my muse: Though I no longer hold you in my arms, you remain evermore, written into my very code. I find myself changed for having touched you, for feeling your words wind ’round this fractured spark. Imagining knowing such change again drives me to frenzy, an addiction I am loathe to escape.

willnotgogently:

willnotgogently:

There is no way he can properly answer this, he’s smiling too much, bound up in the wonderful words. “I would very much like to kiss you. The sooner the better.”

“No, this one only tried to kidnap him. And then me.” Rung shook his head a bit, sighing as he curled his fingers against Megatron’s audials and nipped at his lower lip. A soft groan was pulled from him and he almost crawled up the other mechs frame. “We’re both fine, and the Predacon has been scolded for it…”

Megatron’s senses were at war, part of him alarmed that his friend and lover had nearly been taken, while the other part of him tensed in surprise and pleasure as Rung’s digits slid up underneath his helmet. It was delightfully maddening.

“Good to know that I have one less person to kill, then…” He smirked, tilting his helm into the attention. So what if he was a massive cybercat. “If he had succeeded in keeping you, I would have torn the world apart to find you both again…”

(A good day for a swell battle!)

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

the-scrappy-stinger:

(Bee plants his feet, one stinger out and one hand ready. He’s rarin’ to go!) 

Megatron extends his sword, taking up a position and grinning down at his opponent. Normally, he would wait and let the other be the one to make the first move, giving him an advantage as defender. But as he was curious how Bee had dealt with an attacking beast, Megatron took up the mantle, charging with a roar of his own.

(Bee had a distinct advantage that he’d learned fighting Nova: he could go underneath bigger opponents easy. Bee zips forward on his wheels, anticipating where Megatron’s feet fall and weaving between them to get behind the bigger mech. He knew the back of Megatron’s knees were a weak point, from a previous fight, but he also remembered he was here to spar not to topple him immediately.) 

(That doesn’t mean he won’t teasingly pop some sparks against Megatron’s ankles, though.) 

Very good, making use of your opponent’s size. Megatron nearly turns, but upon feeling the tingling in his ankle he lets himself fall forward and off of it, rolling into a kneeling position with his sword arm up between them as a shield. Now that he’s expecting the electricity, it’s more of a numbing buzz than a shock, but a challenge to work around.

Bee’s game seems to be to get behind him, a sound strategy. Megatron’s game will be to make his back just as dangerous, ready to swing his arm in a wide arc.

(Here’s another Predacon lesson: duck, or dodge, but stay in range. Bee moves up and inward, going under the sword. He can feel the danger in getting this close like a crackle across his plating. Megatron’s onto keeping him in front, and this low to the ground he can’t get under the bigger mech.) 

(Strategy two: go over. He’s kept his dominant hand empty for this exact reason. Bee leaps onto Megatron’s knee and starts clambering under his arm and onto his back. This is dangerous territory; he has to move fast.) 

Megatron had expected to put some distance between them with that maneuver, instead finding Bumblebee leaping forward to climb up his side. The former gladiator snarls, standing up to spin himself once and attempt to reach the nimble minibot.

With a singular enemy on his back, Megatron would typically have slammed backwards into the ground; but he didn’t want to actually crush his friend, and according to their terms, doing so would be his forfeit.

Megatron does not forfeit.

( and onto the desk Bee goes to rest )

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

mightymegatron:

At this point, there is a setup of a pillow and small blanket atop his desk, as a permanent fixture. The vehicons he sees for meetings are very confused as to why it is there, but know better than to ask.

The feet are getting poked too. “Perhaps you need more skylights. Or to go for more races again once the rain stops.”

(His “toes” flex whenever the soft rubber of his feet are poked.) What’s the point of skylights when there’s no sun for most of the winter. You been to Michigan in the winter? I’m lucky the cloud cover broke a week early. 

“If “Michigan” is where you live, I have. It was quite dreary… Ah, I have an idea.”

“We shall take a day soon in the west coast of your continent. I have yet to see a harmless beach… and perhaps enjoy some interesting wildlife, untouched by humans.”

How do I know so many campers? 

(Bee pats the desk.) Deal. West coast beach camping and wildlife-spotting day. 

“Mm. I wouldn’t call it camping, as we won’t be staying. Does a hike sound more appealing? On a planet that is relatively benign?”

( and onto the desk Bee goes to rest )

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

mightymegatron:

At this point, there is a setup of a pillow and small blanket atop his desk, as a permanent fixture. The vehicons he sees for meetings are very confused as to why it is there, but know better than to ask.

The feet are getting poked too. “Perhaps you need more skylights. Or to go for more races again once the rain stops.”

(His “toes” flex whenever the soft rubber of his feet are poked.) What’s the point of skylights when there’s no sun for most of the winter. You been to Michigan in the winter? I’m lucky the cloud cover broke a week early. 

“If “Michigan” is where you live, I have. It was quite dreary… Ah, I have an idea.”

“We shall take a day soon in the west coast of your continent. I have yet to see a harmless beach… and perhaps enjoy some interesting wildlife, untouched by humans.”

( and onto the desk Bee goes to rest )

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

At this point, there is a setup of a pillow and small blanket atop his desk, as a permanent fixture. The vehicons he sees for meetings are very confused as to why it is there, but know better than to ask.

(he goes under the blanket and curls up) 

‘sup my lord? 

“Heh. Not you, clearly.” He very gently taps Bee’s forehead with a claw.

it’s the truth

(He stretches until his feet poke out of the bottom of the blanket.) But just wait! My day’s comin’. I’ll be good and solar powered again.

The feet are getting poked too. “Perhaps you need more skylights. Or to go for more races again once the rain stops.”