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eat a book to gain its vocabulary
April 15, 2025 at 8:51 PM
// ourgh that was a lot sorry all 😭 I'll do Turbines info in a bit
April 15, 2025 at 3:38 AM
/ ☆ ART
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/☆ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀꜱɪᴄꜱ
April 15, 2025 at 3:32 AM
/☆ CREDITS
April 15, 2025 at 3:32 AM
/ ☆ MUSE
April 15, 2025 at 3:31 AM
/☆ ADMIN
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April 15, 2025 at 3:25 AM
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝
April 15, 2025 at 3:23 AM
// I have remade his ref so you all know what time it is
April 15, 2025 at 3:01 AM
// what if I bring my bbg Turbine back

I miss him 💔
April 14, 2025 at 9:45 PM
// psps human oc for the tf verse
April 11, 2025 at 2:25 AM
Flexing a servo, he lightly scoots it closer to himself. Optics quickly moving over what has already been finished.

"Mmh. I see why this is taking such a long time."

One digit moves to quickly scroll through what has not yet been organized.

"It is just this you must finish now?"
[ Megatron doing a good deed, was a bit odd to the femme,but she decided not to dwell on it. As the femme can sense that he wants to help out and do good. ]

“Well alright then, here’s what I got so far with this.”

[ She then placed the Datapad on a table nearby, showing it to Megatron. ]
The affirmative answer is all he needs. Megatron shifts his shoulders back motioning to whatever stable surface is avaliable.

"Show me what you have so far."

He settles, the only time Megatron is doing a good deed.

He is a strange one.
April 10, 2025 at 5:19 AM
// will get to replies later today‼️
April 9, 2025 at 3:11 PM
Reposted by ᴛᴜʀʙɪɴᴇ
// ♡ for a Megatron headcanon!
April 8, 2025 at 7:13 PM
"You think I would come to you willingly?"

There is a bitter, nearly sarcastic laugh that falls from his lips.

"If I told anyone else what I am trying to do. I would be sent even further away than where I am now."

His gaze flickers forward.

"For once. This is not just for myself. But for the-+
squinting , tilting his helm a tad .
that’s not something he exactly expected to hear .

❝ and you want - m y input ?
is there no one better you could ask ? ❞

digits tapped against his crossed arms impatiently , but also curiously .
"No." A simple response, as he glances over his shoulder.

"I want to talk to you about something."
He internally cringes at his own vague choice of words.

The silver mechs pace does not slow- it keeps whatever nauseating feelings he has at bay.

"I would....
appreciate, input on some things."
April 9, 2025 at 4:32 AM
He does not even blink at the aggression. A mere shrug pushing his shoulders up, then back down. He is past fear.

Or so it seems.

"It will."

He turns to walk back into his little hideaway, pausing to glance over his shoulder.

"Enjoy that box."
Then it better stay that way

[ Sharp rows of denta bared at the former leader. Talons gripping at the crate of supplies. ]
There is a twinge of guilt that twists in his tanks. But, he pushes it down to scowl at the other.

"Do not lecture me of what is and is not pointless."

He straightens his form, chin tilting up in indignation. Stepping back however to a respectable distance.

"I know that now more than ever."
April 9, 2025 at 4:23 AM
This is honestly further than he thought he would get. He had not thought this far ahead.

It is so unlike him, to be without words, so he just spouts things.

"I am not as I was, per se."

"-I learned oppression and it's meaning. I am done, with that life. If that is how you know of me."

Optics-+
". . ."

"Go on...."

He nearly shot at the larger mech when he snapped.

But he didn't.

Last time he shot Megatron it did NOTHING to the mech. So there was really no use for any of that.
"Yes, yes I am aware of who I am and what I can do." He snaps, waving his servo as if he does not care.

"Lucky for you, I don't want to do anything ANYWAY."

He scowls at the other. Although he is partially amused. It stokes his ever inflamed ego.

Or what is left of it.

"I'm just here to...talk."
April 9, 2025 at 4:20 AM
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It's no big surprise that 𝖞𝖔𝖚 turned out t̲h̲i̲s̲ way — When they close their eyes and prayed you would change ..
April 8, 2025 at 9:10 PM
"No." A simple response, as he glances over his shoulder.

"I want to talk to you about something."
He internally cringes at his own vague choice of words.

The silver mechs pace does not slow- it keeps whatever nauseating feelings he has at bay.

"I would....
appreciate, input on some things."
much lighter steps would follow along behind , choosing not to walk directly next to him .

❝ is this all you wanted me for ?
a stupid stroll ? ❞

a small kick to the ground as he kept pace ,
the more silence there is the less interested the seeker will be in staying .
"Good."

A gruff sound falls from him in acknowledgement as he pushes to walk past the other mech. Steps heavy as he silently makes his way in no certain direction.

He doesn't have the words, yet.

He's being dramatic maybe. But he could care less right now.
April 8, 2025 at 9:04 PM
April 8, 2025 at 8:46 PM
There is a twinge of guilt that twists in his tanks. But, he pushes it down to scowl at the other.

"Do not lecture me of what is and is not pointless."

He straightens his form, chin tilting up in indignation. Stepping back however to a respectable distance.

"I know that now more than ever."
Our differences* is me wanting no part of a war that drove my creation.

[ He snapped at the Decepticon with finials straight back. Though he wouldn't oppose the offering of supplies as he transformed into alt mode to jump on top of it. ]

Speaking as a rogue asset.

It is pointless.
"There is one thing."

He pauses, shifting his gaze like someone could be listening. When he confirms there is no one..

"I just.." this feels icky, "I wanted to... thank you. I know we have our differences."

He nearly shudders, expression pinched.

"Take a crate. As a... show of my thanks." He-+
April 8, 2025 at 8:43 PM
"Yes, yes I am aware of who I am and what I can do." He snaps, waving his servo as if he does not care.

"Lucky for you, I don't want to do anything ANYWAY."

He scowls at the other. Although he is partially amused. It stokes his ever inflamed ego.

Or what is left of it.

"I'm just here to...talk."
"You are MEGATRON. You're a murderer! I have SEEN what you can do."

"Stay back, I'm more powerful than I look."

Orion looks SO scared. Like he's looking death in the face.

But he stands his ground, something about this Megatron is different.
"Oh please, don't get your circuts in a twist."

He stays where he is, rather unthreatening. His head just tilts forward to watch warily.

"I'm not here to fight, or..- whatever it is you think I am going to do."
April 8, 2025 at 8:21 PM
"Good."

A gruff sound falls from him in acknowledgement as he pushes to walk past the other mech. Steps heavy as he silently makes his way in no certain direction.

He doesn't have the words, yet.

He's being dramatic maybe. But he could care less right now.
he’s fully aware the option to deny doesn’t truly exist , making him huff out in irritation .
arms crossing over his cockpit .

❝ lead the way then . . . ❞

his gaze trailed off from the larger mech .
a fine day ruined .
"That depends."

He shifts his jaw, servos flexing before settling into loose fists at his sides. He hates this.
Asking.

He's Megatron! He shouldn't need help. Especially not from... Him.

"Walk with me." It is not so much a request as it is a demand.
April 8, 2025 at 7:51 PM
// ♡ for a Megatron headcanon!
April 8, 2025 at 7:13 PM