::It would appear that you have relocated to Earth again, Blackguard.:: That he had to infer such from a social media feed is not a fact he seems overjoyed about.

heligooddeals:

«Yes, it would appear so.» She says, swiveling around in her chair to face the viewing window in the office. Such a lovely view of spring out there – wind, sporadic and intense rain showers, and sticks flying everywhere. Beautiful; truly and absolutely beautiful.

«I forgot. Was I suppose to call you after I left Megatron’s world and Nemesis? Or are you just being nosy again?»

::Neither.:: He glared but said nothing more on her tone. She was not under orders to report to him on any matter, she was not under his command.

::I am merely wondering how it is that the coordinates I have for Rigel have managed to remain in one place when you, and presumably he, are across the universe.::

☕ Megatron has been away for too long. He brushes Bee’s back with the backs of his claws.

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

the-scrappy-stinger:

(It’s such a soft, soothing action. Bee’s relaxed just by the little touch.)

(And then he remembers who did it.) LORD MEGATROOON! (Bee climbs him in two seconds.) WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!? I’ve missed you! Holy jeez! 

Megatron laughs quietly, allowing himself to be jungle-gymed. Once Bee is at his shoulder, the minibot gets nudged by his helm. 

“Indisposed, I’m afraid. There have been stirrings in the outer colonies that required my attention.”

(gasp!) Were there uprisings?!

He considers the word for a moment.

“No. Not uprisings. Unrest, propagated by a few vocal individuals. The neutrals are not thrilled that the Decepticons have claimed control of the planet.”

☕ Megatron has been away for too long. He brushes Bee’s back with the backs of his claws.

the-scrappy-stinger:

(It’s such a soft, soothing action. Bee’s relaxed just by the little touch.)

(And then he remembers who did it.) LORD MEGATROOON! (Bee climbs him in two seconds.) WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!? I’ve missed you! Holy jeez! 

Megatron laughs quietly, allowing himself to be jungle-gymed. Once Bee is at his shoulder, the minibot gets nudged by his helm. 

“Indisposed, I’m afraid. There have been stirrings in the outer colonies that required my attention.”

Return to me, Megatron. You cannot escape my thrall forever! Ş̩͓Ṷ̹̙͍͕ͅBM̜͞I̴̻̠͚̠̪ͅT̟̜ ̛̙͓̭̩A̜͉̟̗̗̹ͅN̫̝̣͎̞̙D̛̲̘͚ ̖̝̳̘̲̞͚R̵̤̪̺EV̻̕I̪̠̟̺V͎̯E̵ ́M̮E̘̭̗̼ͅ ͙̭̝̩̥̠W̫͓̮̰ḬT̪H̢͈̭̱̟͈͖ ̺͖̝̲͈̱ͅT͍̠H̪͈̟͙͉E̲̘̼̺ ̯͍͖DA͏̳R̯̝̗͕̗K̞͈̝̪ͅ ̦̗͇̱̠E̞̞͖͔N̛̝̹̲͙͔̗ER̸̜G͘O̠̠̰̬N̴̬̹̣̟̟ ̨̮͚̗Y̴̝͕͚͕̰OÚ͙̯̠̰̤̥ ̩͉̝S̴̠ͅŢ̟̪̦̰̰̝̦O͠L͠E͙ ̹̻͕̜̳͍̙F͜ͅR̵̳̜͕̯̠ͅO̙͇̗̞̞̱̞͡M̥̭̬̀ ̖͎͍͚̟̙M̯E

He feels the pull again. The voice, the ache in his helm and his chest. It’s blessedly faint today, but it’s there. His frame and optics glow their unnatural purple and Megatron does his best to distract himself with anything that isn’t remotely related to Unicron. It only half-works.

A decision is made.

📷 (But then, Rung is well aware that Megatron possessed this. He did share it, after all.)

willnotgogently:

mightymegatron:

willnotgogently:

willnotgogently:

Wait… He kept that picture? Rung just hides his face in his hands, embarrassed but a little flattered. He thought the silver mech would just toss it away. “Can I ask why?”

“Relatively easy to break even for a smaller frame like myself, but the materials are hard to come by and can be expensive. So there was a bit of time put into making sure they were able to be unknotted with a slip tie if they get too uncomfortable.” He chattered on, sliding into a slightly more easy note of conversation. “Would you be interested in other photos? I’ve done some of landscapes I’ve been to, alien planets and different colonies that I’ve loved. Some can’t be reached easily because of where they’re situated or harsher climates..”

It was good to know that the mech wasn’t purposefully trapping himself, and Rung’s flowing speech was soothing, easing Megatron out of his nerves. Nerves of all things. Finally he returned to fully facing the smaller mech, listening to him explain with an interested hum. 

“I’ve traveled across galaxies, but I can’t say that I was able to take in the sights. I would be amenable to..” The warlord saved Rung’s photo and bowed his helm slightly. “-anything you had to share.”

It was nice to think the picture would be saved for later, but Rung tried not to think of it as he took out a datapad to show his collection of pictures he’d taken. The first had dim lighting and a city that might have been Kaon when it was still well cared for. The focus on the picture was a quadreped mech, a canine casseticon, and a chubby cheerful looking femme. While the mech looked quiet with just a faint smile, the femme was beaming happily, her visor pushed up to show bright red optics.
“This is a colony I visited about an orn back..”

Megatron looked intently at the datapad, marveling at the subtle differences between his and Rung’s universes. The city in the photo was familiar to him, silhouettes taking the forms of buildings he might have once recognized, but they took on odd edges and angles that seemed echoed in the alternate frames of the people. 

“A colony? Were they refugees from Cybertron?” Despite more and more neutrals arriving almost daily on his own planet, the warlord had still yet to speak properly to any of them. He found it difficult to understand those who fled from the battlefields, being one of those who lead the charge.

Me: Ok, today I’m going to reply to asks and threads, interact with people, start writing that Big Plot Thing or work on my new OC
Also me: Doesn’t do any of those things and probably won’t tomorrow

📷 (But then, Rung is well aware that Megatron possessed this. He did share it, after all.)

willnotgogently:

willnotgogently:

Wait… He kept that picture? Rung just hides his face in his hands, embarrassed but a little flattered. He thought the silver mech would just toss it away. “Can I ask why?”

“Relatively easy to break even for a smaller frame like myself, but the materials are hard to come by and can be expensive. So there was a bit of time put into making sure they were able to be unknotted with a slip tie if they get too uncomfortable.” He chattered on, sliding into a slightly more easy note of conversation. “Would you be interested in other photos? I’ve done some of landscapes I’ve been to, alien planets and different colonies that I’ve loved. Some can’t be reached easily because of where they’re situated or harsher climates..”

It was good to know that the mech wasn’t purposefully trapping himself, and Rung’s flowing speech was soothing, easing Megatron out of his nerves. Nerves of all things. Finally he returned to fully facing the smaller mech, listening to him explain with an interested hum. 

“I’ve traveled across galaxies, but I can’t say that I was able to take in the sights. I would be amenable to..” The warlord saved Rung’s photo and bowed his helm slightly. “-anything you had to share.”

📷 (But then, Rung is well aware that Megatron possessed this. He did share it, after all.)

willnotgogently:

mightymegatron:

willnotgogently:

Wait… He kept that picture? Rung just hides his face in his hands, embarrassed but a little flattered. He thought the silver mech would just toss it away. “Can I ask why?”

Megatron stared at the new photo, at first trying to make sense of it. The ropes he understood as some form of bondage. He didn’t bat an optic, as it seemed consensual and rather meticulously done, but the cables were attached to him…

He recognized them after a moment as cables meant for data interface, like the ones housed within Soundwave’s tendril coils. This knowledge ticked the warlord’s internal temperature slightly higher than natural parameters, for which he scolded himself. 

“I see that you are well practiced in… photography. Impressive.”

“The photography is easy enough. The self binding is a bit more difficult.” Rung smiles shyly. It’s not that the photographs are so much welcomed as they are accepted and his antennae droops when he finds he’s been overstepping. “To be honest, I’ve always been fond of photography, I just haven’t really shared that with anyone since I’m no professional.”

The droop does not go unnoticed, but he says nothing to the tune of an apology. Instead, looking off towards a wall, Megatron smirks.

“How fortunate then, that you have found someone who doesn’t care for those who claim themselves to be professional. …I would never have guessed that you were able to do and un-do those on your own. Are they easily breakable?”

 He’s not looking Rung in the optic just yet, but he also hasn’t dismissed the former doctor or walked away. His field remains relatively calm, stance relaxed if a bit warmer than usual. Neither has he stopped smiling.

📷 (But then, Rung is well aware that Megatron possessed this. He did share it, after all.)

willnotgogently:

Rung considered this and worried at his lower lip. With a shy smile, he sent a second photo. In this one he had his legs bent under him and his arms behind his back. Different colored ropes criss crossed his body and knotted together to keep him mobile. His interface cables unspooled from his waist and wrapped in the ropes as well with just enough of them left outside the rope art that a partner could sit close and use them.

 willnotgogently:

willnotgogently:

Wait… He kept that picture? Rung just hides his face in his hands, embarrassed but a little flattered. He thought the silver mech would just toss it away. “Can I ask why?”

Rung considered this and worried at his lower lip. With a shy smile, he sent a second photo. In this one he had his legs bent under him and his arms behind his back. Different colored ropes criss crossed his body and knotted together to keep him mobile. His interface cables unspooled from his waist and wrapped in the ropes as well with just enough of them left outside the rope art that a partner could sit close and use them.

Megatron stared at the new photo, at first trying to make sense of it. The ropes he understood as some form of bondage. He didn’t bat an optic, as it seemed consensual and rather meticulously done, but the cables were attached to him…

He recognized them after a moment as cables meant for data interface, like the ones housed within Soundwave’s tendril coils. This knowledge ticked the warlord’s internal temperature slightly higher than natural parameters, for which he scolded himself. 

“I see that you are well practiced in… photography. Impressive.”