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“Pick me UP,” the microcon emphasizes, shamelessly making grabby hands up at this bigger... him. Huh. He’d only been looking at ankles, not at faces, and just picked whoever looked the most likely to pick him up with minimal cooing.

“I want to see what’s on the table! You’re reading something! Let me read it too!”

A tiny fist thwocks against Megatron's shin guard. "PICK ME UP."

T H W A P!

It's enough to make Megatron zone back in, sharply looking down at the offender, and- oh. ..it's another him. A very.. tiny version of him. He hesitates to say cute. He'd hate being in that position if it were him.

"I beg your pardon?"

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anyways I’m taking this blog to its natural conclusion. meggy is a little toy-sized microcon. think electrodomestic au by bibliotecaria_d but worse because he can cuss at you.

he’s still a tank!! just. small. I love him

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I HAVE DECIDED TO BECOME A GAMER.

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“...mmh-hhm-hmm-hum-hmm-- I am a dwarf an’ I’m diggin’ a hole, diggy diggy hole, diggy diggy hole...”

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“Oh-ho, you’ll bite me, Starscream? You’ll break those little fangs of yours,” the tank chides, then squeezes Starscream’s cheeks. Squish squish. “Rabid as you may be.”

"Or maybe I'll kill *you*, you overgrown rust heap." (et-ignis-ira)

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“You’ve been trying for years, now, you violent little nuisance.”

Megatron shoves an oversized servo in the Seeker’s face, an amused little grin curling up his mouth despite himself.

“If you’d meant it, I’d be more worried.”

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"Or maybe I'll kill *you*, you overgrown rust heap." (et-ignis-ira)

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“You’ve been trying for years, now, you violent little nuisance.”

Megatron shoves an oversized servo in the Seeker’s face, an amused little grin curling up his mouth despite himself.

“If you’d meant it, I’d be more worried.”

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what if we kissed and then i fucking killed you

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“Mute it, reprobate.”

"You're all reprobates."

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How unfortunate for this obnoxious little racecar that while Megatron is short among other Megatrons, he’s still several feet taller than Rodimus at 22 ft.?

The Warlord scowls.

“You look familiar.”

@pintsizedtyrant spotted the Lost Light

*refrains from short joke because he too is a shortie (at 19 ft tall)*

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You. 𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖?

“What-- oh, Prime’s hunting dog. Not even a hello, Praxian?”

Moodily, Megatron shifts in his chair and crosses his arms over his chestplate in a dignified slump of a sulk.

“I’m, what, 6.7 meters? 22 ‘feet’, whatever those are.”

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has this been done before or

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It takes Megatron a partial reboot of his vocoder before he manages to get anything out, and when he does it’s embarrassingly squeaky.

“You are the Optimus Prime here?”

Just. Stares. Huge red optics locked unblinkingly on Optimus' faceplate.

"What?" Blue optics blinked in confusion. "Is there something on my faceplates?"

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“Do not disturb me, I’m shifting into digging mode.”

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For the cause.

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T O N K.

Right off Megatron’s massive forehead.

“A G H!”

*steals the remote* (et-ignis-ira)

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“StarscREAM!”

NO... HE NEEDS THAT... THE CAREBEARS MOVIE IS ON.

Megatron flings his mostly-empty cube at the back of Starscream’s helm.

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SNIFFSNIFFSNIFFSNIFFSNIFFSNIFFSNIFFSNIFF.

He has been SNIFFED.

To some extent, Megatron is actually used to getting snuffled at. Ravage does it in her sleep, butting a cold nose up against the vents in his side when she naps in his lap. Starscream sniffs him and swears he doesn’t.

Mostly he smells angry, and also sort of like gunpowder and that offputting sour sharpness of burnt circuitry.

“...What.”

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*steals the remote* (et-ignis-ira)

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“StarscREAM!”

NO... HE NEEDS THAT... THE CAREBEARS MOVIE IS ON.

Megatron flings his mostly-empty cube at the back of Starscream’s helm.