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What does it feel like to have Dark Energon inside you?

It is a constant, dull burn that intensifies when you call upon it, or replenish the supply. It feels like the drug that it is, infecting every crevice of your being and lighting you ablaze from within. You feel as if you are unstoppable, and in a sense, you are. You are the conduit to a bottomless well of power, standing just on the edge, knowing that it would be so easy to be sucked in and be lost to it. You know that you must be strong enough to resist, to use it as a tool in your control and command rather than the other way around.

It is frightening and thrilling, that connection, and there is no way to sever it without losing yourself completely. 

if someone has matrix affinity, and they DON’T try to get the matrix, are they wasting their potential? Asking for a friend

It hasn’t once left his presence. Whenever he takes his optics off it, the image seems to have stepped that much closer. It’s nearly touching him now. Megatron is very distracted, on alert.

“…Matrix affinity.. is a phrase the council liked to throw around.”

Optimus glares at him.

“We create our own destiny! If you hadn’t taken the Matrix when it was offered to you, you would have a different destiny than the one thrust upon you. There is no way to know which would have been the better choice, but… that’s just it, isn’t it? We’ll never know.”

I’m sure you’ve seen the reblog! M!A: For the next three days, you have a Tarnish Ridgeback mechdog to take care of. Its name is Rex.

((I assume you mean these amazing designs by cosmicdanger? I hadn’t seen these until I got this ask, they are absolutely beautiful!!))

Something had been causing a stir in one of the smaller mining shafts, something that even had the few remaining Insecticons in fits. Megatron had read the reports, and he knew for a fact that scraplets couldn’t growl. The Decepticon warlord had fought more than his fair share of Primus-forsaken monsters in his day, and headed into the tunnel, sure that his formative underground held nothing more surprising. He’d been wrong.

A snarl from the darkness echoed in the rough corridor. Drawing the Dark Star Saber from his back- he’d stopped calling it Kuketsu ever since it had become silent once more- Megatron willed the blade to glow brightly with charge. Its light glinted off the hulking form and face of a creature he had thought long-extinct.

“…Heel,” he commanded in old Tarnish. The creature’s audials perked up instantly, and it took a few halted steps towards him, standing dutifully at his side. It cocked its massive helm, recognizing its master. Megatron gave the filthy animal an affectionate rub along its jaw. “Good. Come.” It chuffed eagerly, limping after Megatron, who slowed his pace just enough that it could keep up with him to the surface.