Peace through Empathy

Leader of the Decepticons, Scourge of the Stars - As written By Ocean, 21+

[a-life-revised]

MEG-A-TRON, (n.): Stubborn, big, angry, refusing to die out of spite.

Megatron, what hasn’t been said about the guy? He’s stubborn, big, angry, and refuses to die out of spite. An old mech who won’t let the war go- or is it the other way around? Whatever his reasoning is, one thing is sure- he’s trouble.

( This Megatron tends to be multi-verse. I play him semi-seriously. )

Currently Under On-Going Construction!

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Rules page for Megatron

Megatron can and will fight back if he feels he has to, but generally tries to talk before resorting to that sort of thing.

I do play other verses, and au verses as well! Let me know if you want to do something else!

I don’t do 18+ with minors, so please keep in mind that I am 20+!

There will occasionally be semi-gory stuff written. Please let me know if I need to tag anything, though I’ll try to tag them in advance!

If there is a problem, please tell me! I’m no mind reader, and if I’ve upset you or written something you didn’t like, I’m amiable to hearing you out without losing it!

I will not kill your character without prior acknowledgement, and I would like the same from you! Any harm that comes before that, i.e. a fight is free game to me.

[a-life-revised]

“You have the thinky creases on your face again.” And as if to prove his point, Rodimus mooshes one of said creases with his thumb. “What’s got you in a funk, mech?”

Oh- Megatron's optics flickered in surprise at the touch, forehelm immediately-

scrunching harder. And then relaxing, as if Megatron had to think about that. "I-" A soft vent, and Megatron's optics flickered, again. "Starscream is missing. I think he tried to contact me, but it cut before I could answer the comm, and there was no message."

Another sigh, and he pushed his face into Rodimus' servos. "A little worried is all, I suppose. How are you?"

[a-life-revised]

Mm. No, that IS concerning. If she was just angry at him, she'd read it and not reply, but he could bait her into replying.

Not even looking at it? Something was wrong.

[dogpuppy]

[d1sapp01ntm3nt]

picking up my favorite characters like this and carrying them around with me

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@sparkmender

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:: Megatron, my dearest love, would it be a terrible imposition to ask you to come down here and help me for a moment? Optimus has made an absolute shambles of a den in the utility closet and we need to get him into the actual berth.::

::No, of course not-:: He could hurry washing up. He knew what that meant of course, but-

Well. He shouldn't be surprised. It only took him so long because he'd been stubborn. Optimus was a different sort of stubborn, but if he was like this so soon...

Was it selfish to say that Megatron was sort of happy about it? It implied a level of trust to Rung and Megatron.

::On my way, give me about three kliks.::

[a-life-revised]

“Where’s my ba~by?”

He had to double check that Rung wasn't talking about Elegy or Compass-

Mostly by pointing at himself. "...me?"

[sparkmender]

And lo, spoke the Creator: “You! You’re baby.”

Rung’s silly, lopsided smile makes his optics squinch up behind his oculars as he struggles on pede-tip to try and reach Megatron’s face. “My darling.”

[a-life-revised]

"I'm.. I'm baby..." What a revelation. He was baby. Him! Megatron bent down, pressing his face into Rung's waiting servos, a purr rattling- well. Everything in a five foot radius of him.

"My little Light, hello.."

[a-life-revised]

Get nibbled. Mostly lovingly.

Is Optimus prepared for Megatron moosh himself against him, as though they could ever get any closer than outright pressed against each other?

Is he?

[sparkmender]

“It is difficult, admittedly. To walk these halls, to… live here, to see the murals I helped to paint, to see the pews I helped to build, in my youth, but… knowing the ones the pews were built for are gone, either hunted and killed or scattered to the stars.”

Standing in the Sanctuary, Rung rests a servo on the curling decorative railing of the staircase leading to the bima.

“Two lonesome souls make for a very quiet congregation.”

[a-life-revised]

"Perhaps," Megatron's voice carried in a soft echo, pede steps soft, "we make a mural of that as well, then? No one forgotten or left behind, especially not if you remember them. And if we paint them on these walls, even if the walls are new, then they aren't truly gone, are they?" A servo warmly cupped the small of Rung's back, gaze panning over the Sanctuary. He wasn't religious, but he understood the idea of it.

"One day, maybe soon, there will be so many voices and pedes through this place that it will- ..it won't ever be the same, but it will be full, again."

[a-life-revised]

“Where’s my ba~by?”

He had to double check that Rung wasn't talking about Elegy or Compass-

Mostly by pointing at himself. "...me?"

[sparkmender]

"I think they're hoping you'll give them snacks, honestly." Look at them. Begging with their optics. Greedy things.

"We can't possibly have snacks now. It's just about evening fuel, they'll ruin their appetites."

Rung tips his helm, considering.

"I've seen that expression before. Hm..."

[a-life-revised]

Megatron blinked at Rung, then at the silica chips in his servo. ..he didn't really think they'd ruin his appetite, but Rung would probably like it if he waited before having a snack, anyway, so close to dinner.

..he will just... put them back in the cabinet.

"You have? Where?"

[a-life-revised]

“You smell good.” It comes out as much more accusatory than Optimus meant it to, but, staring down at Megatron, he finds little reason to doubt that Megatron won’t understand.

Megatron... blinked at him, bemused at first, and then surprised, optic ridges raising up high. He smelled good.

"You- I?" He smelled like dirt, to him. Well. Dirt and some of the crystals in the garden. "I smell good???? Explain????"

[best-first]

He has to explain?

Convoy mutters something subvocal to himself and makes a half-sparked gesture, digits splayed. “You… smell good.”

Yeah, that absolutely works. Crystal clear, for sure.

He’s already clambering up onto the sofa with him, optics narrowing over his mask. “It’s different than usual.”

The what did you do goes unspoken.

[a-life-revised]

Megatron scrunched his face a little, trying to think of what he might've done differently today. ...he couldn't think of anything, actually.

"I- haven't done anything?" An outspoken answer for an unspoken question. He hadn't done anything. Lifting one arm, he sniffed softly, and then the other-

And then paused, frowning, before popping open his compartment. "A brownie..?"

[a-life-revised]

“You smell good.” It comes out as much more accusatory than Optimus meant it to, but, staring down at Megatron, he finds little reason to doubt that Megatron won’t understand.

Megatron... blinked at him, bemused at first, and then surprised, optic ridges raising up high. He smelled good.

"You- I?" He smelled like dirt, to him. Well. Dirt and some of the crystals in the garden. "I smell good???? Explain????"

[a-life-revised]

"When you pick up a Rung, now you have a Rung."

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“Sleepy time,” Rung mumbles, mostly lost beneath the blankets. One long-fingered servo worms free to make little grabby motions at Megatron. “Sleepy. C’do that tomorrow.”

Can do that tomorrow, hm? Well. Rung is the boss here, certainly, so tomorrow it will get done. For now, Megatron set his data pad aside, and lifted the covers to slip underneath, humming softly as he curled Rung to his chassis.

Not complete without a kiss to Rung's helm. "Of course, little Light. It's late."

[a-life-revised]

"Cookies?"

"Want one?" Megatron gestured at a few cooling racks of cookies. "I've been practicing so Rung can have some snacks with tea."

[a-life-revised]

"I got you something but you have to PROMISE you'll wear it. Okay? Preemptive 'it isn't a hat I swear,' b-t-dubs."

"Bee tee dubs.." Well. He sounded genuine enough- couldn't hurt.

"Alright, let me see it, what is it?" It wasn't like he hadn't taken to wearing things, things that he saw, liked, and perhaps wanted to explore. It had taken a.. long time, to be alright with it, and a longer time to want it. Progress was achingly slow, but it was nice to look back at where you'd started.