Left it all Behind

[ Independant TFP Megatron RP Blog ]

[superiorspy-blog]

  Whoops I said I was back a while ago but ended up vanishing again. :/ Sorry about that.. Umm, but I guess I just really don’t have the time I used to for roleplaying on here. I think for now I’ll just leave both this account and my Megatron on hiatus. I just need to focus on other things for the time being, most importantly art related things. If you’re one of my mutuals and want to keep in touch with me or roleplay, you can add me on skype. My username is SanityisfortheSane, just make sure to say who you are. I’m not going to add you if you’re some random stranger. Also, I’m here to say that I am officially going to be attending TFcon!!! My flight is booked and ticket purchased thanks to a special somebody~ So I’m really excited to be going up to Canada for this as well as spending time with my girlfriend who was just down here visiting this past week. Until the convention we’ll both be working on our cosplays hehe~ <3 That’s all for now, but I’ll check in on this account when I can. I really won’t be on it much, depending on what I’m doing. So, besides my skype you can also find me on my main account here: sanity-is-for-the-sane or my deviantart: sanityisforthesane. 

See ya guys around maybe, its been fun~ -Sanity

[piippujalka]

spikytron

[mina4407]

Megatronus I miss this show so much I’m going to die

[true-fan-transformers]

[iyyokuk-lucid]

from the beginning(rebirth AU is just my thingy still ain’t over withD:)

[forlornwarlord]

Is that the face when you realized you ended your tyrannical ways too late and Optimus gave his life?

"I am certain that one nosey such creature as yourself would be enlightened to know.. that the answer is no."

[roleplaymmemes]

Reblog this with your muse's 'I fucked up' face.

[forlornwarlord]

[forlornwarlord]

[VERSE: REBIRTH] RP: Wishes for the Lost

[iaconarchivist]

— ✠ —Whereas Orion had emerged with the innate knowledge of what his designation may be, others were still a mystery. There was no depth to match the extent at which Orion pierced into this Megatron’s optics, perhaps far enough to see the first glimmer of the other’s spark. He wanted to find the familiarity the other alluded to, a familiarity they may have formerly shared.

              Probative questions interrupted the smaller bot’s train of thoughts on what had been shared in the past: But how? Orion was so young, so new to the world; memories of the Well were so new to him that he could still draw upon the memories of its light, its smell, and vaguely map out its labyrinthian path.

              How could he ever known Megatron? Megatron was a stranger—

              Light little digits reach out and touched upon the barrier of the other’s field; there was so much charge in feedback between that that Orion watched the diminutive sparks coruscate off the simple contact.

              Eventually the static ran out of its power as it danced across his digits and the field’s breech, yet he still watched it slowly play in the invisible miasma. It was such a simple thing to relish, yet Orion did not give up so easily, not while he still held hope of holding onto the light that sparked between them.

              When asked of his intent, Orion raised his optics again until heated cyan found its way on the ember shades of Megatron’s red.

              What was he doing here?               How did he come here?               Where did he come from?

              “I—I don’t know. I just… knew to talk in a direction and I found my way here,” Orion answered, and then glanced around to the spacial reality of what here was.

              All he found was devastating, ruin, and rot; none of it a comfort as his spark had promised him. It was hollow with its wreckage, and a dead echo returned his small out-cry.

              In confused remorse, Orion’s little antennae fins drooped back. “I do not think—” So began the near confession that he might not belong. Instead, he changed the tracks and looked up at the obviously stronger mecha. “I do not belong here, but I do not think… I have anywhere else to go.”

[forlornwarlord]

       Time elapsing beneath the warlord's processor which had not conceded to such as it whirred in thought, recognition was at last concluded that this was in fact happening. Megatron could feel the gaze of the smaller mech which bore so intently into his own, those acquisitive blue optics looking at him as if prying into his mind, even his very spark which pulsed from behind his chest plates. He did not wish for the other to see what lie within, to see what carnage and cruel deeds made up most of his past, what would surely cause Orion to turn away from him like just before.. The way he was looking at him now was all too aspiring for what had once been, confusion and fear riddling up in his em field before he could withdraw it.

        The soft touch of digits along its barirer sent a rush of corresponding energy back to him, his own optics flickering to the scatter of evanescent sparks in wonder, then raising back to Orion's as his question was answered with interest.

        What answer is given does not offer any insight to how or why Orion had ended up in this place, but for now that did not matter, though it must have meant something that the lost librarion had simply found his way here by instinct.. that Megatron himself had wandered here simultaneously.

         "You do not remeber anything at all then.. do you?" The former warlord mused, more to himself as he pondered the sitution over more clearly with a now sound mind as it had sunk in. "Perhaps.. Yes. You are right to assume that you do not belong here. Not any longer, as no one has in the decrepid state of this place.."              "Yet, if there is absolutely no other place for you to go, I would find myself obliged not to abandon you in such. You are free to come with me if you so choose do so, young Orion." Offering in an out of character kindness had anyone else seen, a light smile turned the corners of his faceplates.

[forlornwarlord]

(( Finished this the other day, hehe~ Tiny Orion must be protected and cuddled~~))

[forlornwarlord]

(( Holy shit.. I haven't touched this blog in forever. Gotta change that. Soon. Hopefully. I'm determined but lazy ehe. ))

[photondebugger]

fifteen associations.

[forlornwarlord]

reblog and fill in the answers you most associate your character to with each question.

tagged by: paixchasseur

Animal - Great Horned Owl Colour - Deep Purple Month - December Song - Lord of Bones - Like Moths to Flames Number - 8 Day or night - Night Plant - Oak Tree -The oak tree represents courage, strength, and power. Said to be the most powerful of all trees, it stands sturdy through all things, enduring whatever is thrown at it throughout it's long lifespan.- Smell - burning sweet-smelling wood Gemstone - Hematite -Hematite calms your heart and soul and provides you with balance in life. It helps better understand certain perspectives and keeps you humbled and down to earth. You become practical when you have the stone, improving your mentality. It pushes you to meditate, helping to see things in a new light.- Season - Winter Place - Kaon Food - Salty Astrological sign - Scorpio Elements - Fire Drink - Fine Midgrade

 Tagging: silentsadism, fracturedcanopy, heirtothegalaxy,

[heirtothegalaxy-archived-deacti]

Rage immediately leaped to the forefront of his field, dermas grinding against each other - it seemed even after the former warlord claimed to have changed, he still held the gall to mock him! No, some things would always remain as they were… “Perhaps you are forgetting the fact that Cybertron is my home as well - that I was forced to watch it stagnate and wither away between the strife of you and the Prime?” Starscream hissed, tone positively dripping acid.

He wasn’t about to go into the thought of it, that he had, at one time, actually and truly believed in Megatron’s grand scheme. That time was long gone, as should be the mech standing before him. That he wasn’t was enough to keep the flames of his anger stoked and ready to lash out at even the slightest provocation - and it took all his willpower not to simply fire both missiles at the fragging glitch. He hadn’t come this far to throw it all away near the cusp of his crowning glory.

"However, that is in the past…" He managed, voice dropping its hostile edge to something colder, flatter. "Trypticon Station is, as you say, a grave site, holding nothing of value. I gladly leave it to you." Until you finally deactivate, that is, you old fool.

[forlornwarlord]

"That I have not forgotten, simply find it unlike yourself to be doing something so.. selfless. I'm well aware of what my and Optimus age old conflict has caused, but do not think you can exclude yourself from the equation so quickly, Starscream. You very well had just as much an equal hand in what has become of our home."  The large mech rumbled, brushing off the seeker's rage like that of a turbofox with no bite. He would not let such trivial nonsense that the other may have brought with him rekindle his anger, allowing latent tendencies to put Starscream in his place simmer into his resolve. The warlord was no longer that mech anymore, saw fit to let his own fury die out. It wasn't worth the effort. He had found something of solace here alone, not about to ruin that now with what one measly mech from his past could resurface.  

"Agreed. Let us not dwell on what has occurred then." Megatron replied bluntly, laying the idle thought aside how untrue that statement must have been for both of them. Far too much history to be laid to rest as such.

"If there is nothing else for you to be doing here, I suggest that you may show yourself out." The words fell from his vocalizer as politely as the warlord could muster, not without an undertone of discontent for Starscream nonetheless. The aura between them leaked with vying conflictions, making for Megatron to be much happier the sooner he was gone.

[forlornwarlord]

((Thanks for the follow!)) Have a seeker accidently smacking into you, disoriented from his oddly bent wing and yelping as he walked into what felt like a brick wall, having been wobbling down the hallway

((hehe ya welcome~ thisissuperiorspymunbtw))The warlord, sensing a small force so gracefully bump into him, turned on heal to gaze down on the culprit with sharp crimson optics. Apparently getting on in solitude was a much more difficult life to seek, seeing as every which way he turned there seemed to be some mech or other around every corner."What's this now? Came irritated words from his raspy vocalizer, unhappy for the disturbance from what had been peaceful meditation. On recognition that it was a Starscream, only made that so much worse, a low growl reverberating in his chestplates. "Oh.. I hope you realize that I am in no mood for what trivalries have led you here. Next time pay attention to where it is you are walking."

[forlornwarlord]

[VERSE: REBIRTH] RP: Wishes for the Lost

[iaconarchivist]

 — ✠ — Eulogical anamnesis illuminated embered lenses of vermillion. Through them had been cast a light that sent shadows dancing on the faded gilt — memories that was not returned in kind. Behind the chamber walls of gold was a spark without comparison, but they were without memorial, and only an instinct carved into the casings.

              Orion just knew: This was his sanctuary                                               — a haven from the wild.

              He knew he belonged here the same as the sun, moons, and stars belonged in the sky above. Far beyond was a canvas that would be composed without his placement.

              He knew that the stranger did not; the eldritch form appeared more fitted with the umbral latticework of the Underworld from whence he had crawled from.

              Marvelous here under the vaulted dome, Orion approached with the trepid innocence of a new spark. All around him the fresh world was too harsh against his senses, too rough against the metal plates. A world so large as this could swallow him whole, and Orion could feel his smallness as he walked under the shadow of the trespasser.

              Yet, with great delay he welcomed the other, and a fledgling smile softly crooked the features too new. Knowing not that he stood more as an illusion of the past, Orion stepped forward until the first tendril of their fields began to touch, and with all the welcomeness of a youngling, Orion reached out to touch upon reality.

              Repeatedly stated, with words too soft for such a harsh world, “My name… is Orion Pax.”

              Tilted vision peered unbroken onto the stranger, and a visceral knowledge of familiarity tickled the outer recesses of Orion’s consciousness.

              “Who… are you?” He asked, and lilted towards the dawn.

[forlornwarlord]

Otherwise inconsolable optics lit up with alarming recognition, widening in disbelief as he stared down at the mech before him. Processor whirring in attempt to make sense of what he saw, his mind could stir no logical reasoning, only that this was some warped rendition of his mind fabricating before his very own optics. This could only be but a hallucination of false hopes projecting greater falsery upon himself, a ghost from his past resurfacing in a way that was all to real for him to muster regardless.

But it was all too real.

It took the touch of his field to break his latent cognizance that this was in fact reality, that if he were to, he could indeed reach outwards and touch what he thought a materialized memory. But how, why? These and many of what other questions he had, that by what rationale he had left could not answer, prickled his mind in an agiated need to be explained. His own EM field radiated with that confusion, but was not without a very subtle touch of the logning he had felt for his lost friend. The feeling transmitted from Orion was so very different. Pure, lost, misplaced in this world. Overall his aura changed from what he remebered, the way it now teemed with an innocence unlike any the warlord had been graced with, but so much like him all the same.

Optimus Prime was dead.. but Orion was here.

No words came to his processor, yet at the same time rushed him in a torrent of an inconsolidant blurr. To his adudials as the other spoke such soft words, sounding untouched by the stagnance of their corrupt world, were heard as a melodic purity comparable to none. Ringing with an essence untainted, Megatron feared to reach out towards him and pollute it with his countless sin. He did not understand.. What made him worthy of being in such presence, of this gift which appeared risen from the tomb? If had he not so many questions, of self doubt and otherwise, he may have fully embraced the situation. Instead, contorted by his ambivilance, he very uneasily reached out in a reciprocant manner.

"Orion.. I am, Megatron." Rough chords on an age old vocolizer rumbled out in vague awkwardness, unsettled by unknowing how he should react. This was Orion.. but this was not Orion. New.. Reborn.. Risen from beyond the grave. By what powers that be, Megatron can not hope to understand, only knowing that he was not remebered, obvious as the way the other beamed up at him with optics of benign innocence.

"What is it that you are doing here..?" The question rolled off his glossa, optics unable to avert his gaze from the other's. He feels as if frozen in time, this idle moment holding him in place as he takes it all in, nigh unconvinced yet still that it wasn't but a dream.

[true-fan-transformers]

[forlornwarlord]

paixchasseur said: Ooo. What is your Soundwave?

hehe, this is my Soundwave here: http://superiorspy.tumblr.com/ :>

[heirtothegalaxy-archived-deacti]

Starscream’s subtle wariness and fear remained uninhibited despite Megatron lowering his weapon, ruby orbs locked onto the form of the ex-gladiator. He knew very well from countless past experiences how swiftly Megatron’s ire could surface, and that alone made the Seeker hesitate in allowing his servos to slowly drop back into place, wings angled low in a show of submission. No, he’d come too far now to allow unchecked words or actions to herald his early demise - especially to Megatron, of all mechs.

"Ah, yes, well…" A nervous laugh escaped his vocalizer as he resisted the urge to shift anxiously in place. "I simply came to assess the damages to the station, to see if perhaps any abandoned materials could be salvaged. What with Cybertron still recovering, it could, ah…aid in the process.”

[forlornwarlord]

Megatron could not help but allow a raucous chuckle to escape him at the other's answer. "You? Attempting to aide in Cybertron's restoration?" His words were not posed as a question, tone mocking as this somewhat amused him. "I find that hard to believe.. Unless of course you have ulterior motives towards such a noble cause." Helm tilting some, his optic ridge raised with the statement in a knowing expression.

"Although that is nothing of my concern, regardless. Alas, I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint by informing you that there is nothing here. Trypticon has not the recourses to offer you or anyone for that matter. As it is the station is a floating gravesite, holding on only by that of Cybertron's orbital pull." Vocalizer taking a more serious note at that, his optics narrowed. "Besides.. what is left has become my place of refuge, I will not simply hand it over. Especially to that of the likes of you."