#mightymegatron

[alacritysparked]

The results are in and...

of course two of the highest scores are from bots who were in his processor.

Beastie and Steamtrack can stay.

Don't worry Roz, he still loves you very much.

smokey what

[ask-smokescreen]

👋

Send 👋 to pat my muse’s head

Smokescreen's beaming as he gets the Megapats. Frag yeah, best helm pats. Even if his hand takes up like, his whole face.

But the moment Megatron stops, he's taking a few steps back, before charging and jumping at Megatron.

"Hey, that's not fair, Megs! Now you need to hold still, so I can climb you and return the pat."

[badassitron]

A note in the form of a digital message. ::An intriguing nickname. How did you acquire it?::

...this isn't a complaint, but it IS a person! Someone who's talking to him. Or well, messaging him? It's still a big milestone for B, considering that his previous top achievement in socializing was hanging out with four whole bots for more than fifteen minutes in-person.

Of course he's going to reply!

::Some of the other guys gave it to me! When we were hanging out, swapping cool stories about work. And stuff. I don't call myself that, they call me that and it came up totally naturally. Steve was like, whoa, you're such a badass. You're like badassitron and I was like, pshh, nah, and A-tron was like, no, Steve's right, you're so badass. I didn't wanna argue.::

[grimlock]

((TFP Megs in "Some Strange Angel"

You'd think destroying your nemesis would bring you some joy, and yet.

[willnotgogently]

We don't speak nearly enough and I realize that I am largely to blame for this grievous offence. Life keeps me busy, keeps me tired, keeps me away. Every time I see the sun light the clouds with a particular brightness I think of you. I should reach out when I have such thoughts. You are the muse of dozens of half-formed messages and poems and thoughts, each evoking warmth even before its completion.

Rung is fairly confident he knows this mech. The prose, the care, the imagery. "Megatron..,"

[iterumprimus]

@mightymegatron

::Perhaps.:: It was a thrill to hear even that bitterness again. Megatron forced himself to pause. This could be dangerous for both of them to keep up the illusion for too long.

::Although as I am not your Megatron, the moments you and I recall are likely not the same. I would suggest this to be over a visual channel, for your sake.::

His plating flared at the suggestion, and the assurance that they were likely world’s apart did little to ease his nerves. A video feed with any Megatron could lead to disaster, but what was Orion Optimus Prime if not a curious mech? He would deal with the consequences as they came-

“What is it you wish to say that cannot be sent through text channels, Megatron?”

[anotherhumanpet]

@mightymegatron (x)

“Don't. Panic.”

Being told not to panic in the face of the enemy - by the enemy, no less - was like being told not to laugh at a fail compilation. It just doesn’t happen; It’s impossible, even for the heartiest of people. One of the things Dennis has learned over the years though is that some people want to induce panic and sometimes the best way to fight them was to not give in to that desire. It was a task easier said than done, but he also learned he could always rely on anger to be there for him and to mask his fears when he needed it most.

So, Dennis panicked, and he scowled up at Megatron like he was getting ready to fight the titan himself for all that he was worth. “What the hell do you want?”

[the-scrappy-stinger]

Megatron offers his arm for Bee to climb, because once at his shoulder he can indulge in a mug of the frothy spiced energon he's made. "How is your evening?"

(Bee takes that mug and the offered seat with a grumpy vengeance.)

You know who came over for Christmas? Fucking Sentinel goddamn nobody-likes-you Prime!!!