Tag: pet blogging

( 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.”

Reeex! ( Bee enters the office with a big bowl o’ energon for the puppy. ) Dinnertime!

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

Rex immediately pounces the familiar minibot, licking his entire helm. He smells like he got into Megatron’s leftover treat stash. Friend!

MAN you sm- (mouth full of dog tongue) BWAGH! 

Least you- (and again) BWLGHL-

(Okay talking’s a bad idea, he’s just throwing the bowl down for Rex to drink out of. He has fish to feed!) 

The bowl! His massive head swings around to follow it, letting Bee up off the floor as he bends down to chomp the energon grit, jaw clanging shut with power each time. If he had a tail, it would be knocking things over.

The things with tails all rest at the back of their tank, staring Bee down as he approaches. Sever charges the glass, banging into it with open fangs. It’s at least obvious that one of them is hungry, but then, he just does that sometimes.

Rex raises his head as Smokecreen enters his Master’s room, watching him from his place on the floor. He sniffs curiously, getting up to nose at the drawer he takes something out of. The big secret thing! Why is this mech who isn’t his Master taking it? Does Master need it? 

In the end, as Smokescreen leaves, Rex barks after him not to protect his Master’s belongings, but because he left without even petting him!

Have a picture of Lug sleeping on the couch and nearly hogging up the space (the rest of the couch is being taken up a cybercat), good sir. She can’t remember if she’s shared the news or not about his adoption but figures it doesn’t matter either way. Because dogs.

::So you’ve gotten one of your own.:: Megatron looks over to Rex, who has managed to get himself on his back, and has fallen asleep with all six of his heavy legs splayed in the air. He takes a picture and sends it back. 

::We must introduce them.::

Scizor

[[Scizor, the Pincer Pokemon. Bug/Steel.]]

[[It uses its wings to adjust its body temperature. Otherwise, its metal body would become too hot and melt in the heat of battle.]]

Efficient! Fierce and elegant, and a perfect way to end my search.

(6/6, not accepting more!)

Mawile, Steel/Fairy
Hydreigon, Dragon/Dark
Aggron, Steel/Ground
Metagross, Steel/Psychic
Bisharp, Steel/Dark
Scizor, Bug/Steel

Almost exclusively Steel-types, and the Dragon to protect them all from their weaknesses. Perfect.

He heard about the Pokémon and awkwardly comes over to visit. He’s definitely not used to coming over since it’s normally Bee that comes to talk to this Megatron.

the-green-wasp:

mightymegatron:

mightymegatron:

The minibot is allowed permission to enter, though there is an optic ridge raised in suspicion.

“Wasp, correct?” The Mawile comes up to his leg and turns around, sniffing it.

“Indeed. Are you aware of how to take care of a Pokemon?”

The Mawile dances around Wasp’s pedes, its giant mouth grinning. “Wiii, wii!”

He nodded. “We have a few and honestly the Mawile might’ve picked up a some of the scents from-”

“Arf!”

Wasp turned around to see that an Arcanine was sitting right behind him, wagging her tail. “….That would be one of said pets.”

The Mawile starts, hiding behind Wasp to peek around him at the big fire dog. Curious, but hesitant. 

“Mm. What do they require? I have nothing else organic on the ship.”