Tag: m!a

Jack the Ripper: Muse has been attacked by something that obviously has no sense of mercy. They are beaten, bloody, and left for dead someplace abandoned. Lasts until someone comes to the rescue… Or finishes the job.
Darkness: Muse is blind for 24 hours.
Spirit Animal: Muse is turned into an animal (Anon decides what) for 12 hours.
Flustered: When Muse sees, (anon chooses), Muse will stutter, blush, and act like a complete klutz around the so called individual, for 3 hours.
Fear: Anon gets to name something, and muse will have an extremely debilitating phobia of it for one week. Bonus points if it’s something ridiculous.
Memories: Muse has amnesia. (Anon decides duration)
Jealousy: Muse will be jealous, of (anon chooses) for a certain amount of time. Anon chooses, for what reason Muse is jealous. Also for how long.
Injury: Muse will be injured somehow (anon decides severity and injury) for ____
Gemini: Muse will split into two different versions of themself for ___
Answer: Muse will have to answer anything that is asked of him/her truthfully, lasts 4 hours
Noise: Muse will say everything they think, lasts for a day
Angel: Muse is and angel for ___
Demon: Muse is a demon for ___
Possession: Muse is possessed by a demon for ___
Blood: Your thirst for blood is insatiable. No, you aren’t some vampire with convenient sharp teeth. You gotta find blood to eat or you’ll starve; all other food and drink make you promptly vomit.
The Mirror: You become split into two versions of yourself — your good and your evil, for ___.
Brainwashed: You will be brainwashed by the next person to say your name. Lasts for _____.
I’m Dying: I’m so…so sorry… (Anon decides of what and how long you have)
Artificial Heart: The muse no longer feels emotions- no pain, no anger, no rage. They simply become an apathetic shell. Can be broken early if something strong enough manages to break their “emotional inhibitor.”
Frozen to the Core: Muse becomes extremely cold natured and seeks any form of warmth.
Say You’ll Haunt Me: Muse is a ghost, whom can only be seen if they want to be. Lasts 10 posts
(Note: none of these are mine, but are simply some of my favorites)

AU M!A: From the 18th to the 25th, you are a human on the present day Earth. Same personality, different history. You have always been human and have no memory of being Cybertronian. There is no Cybertron, no Transformers, no sparks, no war.

Max buttons his shirt sleeves and fixes his signature violet tie in relative silence. He turns the tie pin in his fingers before the mirror, a little shield made from melted down bullet casings. Everyone assumed that it was a memento of the man who took him in- how could they know that it was really a trophy? Smirking at himself in the mirror,  the pin gets attached in its rightful place.

He’s two minutes early, but his personal assistant (he refused to call her his bodyguard) is already waiting outside with the car. She always seemed to know exactly when he would be ready to go.

After a quiet car ride, the CEO sneers at the sight of a photographer waiting at the entrance. Ever since the explosion and his early release from the hospital, those vultures had been looking for any sign that he was in less than peak condition, physically or mentally. He was fine. As long as he lived, nothing would keep him from running the company he’d built out of thin air. With a short nod, his personal assistant had the photographer disarmed and Mr. Lowell walked inside.

Even in the office building, the dull hum of heavy machinery could be heard from the factory floor. Music. He walks past the desks of his staff, muttering return greetings to those who address him before entering his own office. He removes his jacket and hangs it over the back of his chair, taking a stack of papers and to do list from his assistant without looking at them. It’s not as thick as it should be…

Flicking through the forms to see what might be missing, he doesn’t find the quality assessment for the Anniston shipment going out today. Schreier. Max glares from behind the fist his head rests against on the desk. “Remind me why I can’t kill him,“ he asks halfheartedly. His assistant smiles briefly, but doesn’t answer.

Human AU Prep

Name:      Max Lowell, formerly Maksim Volkov aka [[REDACTED]]
Age:         Fifty-one.
Occupation: Head CEO and Co-founder of Les Loups Arms Manufacturing.
Family:     Parents- Russian immigrants, both deceased by   [[REDACTED]]. Only child.
Notes:      Suspected dealings with the local mafia, [[REDACTED]] although as of yet no evidence to warrant an investigation.

((This is a case file on Megatron’s human analog, Max Lowell. More will come.))

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Megatron laid down to recharge. One by one, his memory files were locked away and ancient ones restored, until the mech that rested on the berth was not Lord Megatron. 

D-16 onlined his optics, immediately alert. Why was he alone? Where were the other miners? Was he late for his shift? He checked his chronometer… which was apparently broken. He kept telling the supervisors that they all needed a basic software upgrade. 

Sitting up, something was immediately wrong. This place was completely foreign. Datapads and strange sigils… Dear Primus, is this a Senator’s office?! The miner bolts off of the berth, falling onto his front. What… Why am I so light? He shifts into a sitting position, looking himself over. Claws, most of his paint was gone or darkened… Was that a weapons-grade blaster?! Clutching his right arm to his chest, he also notices the insignia branded there. The same symbol as on the wall…

I’ve been bought, he realizes in horror.