#and again like TFA no megop

[quibbs126]

So I was thinking about how I like this one trope of a former antagonist joining the good guy team, only to find the team is honestly kind of a bunch of idiots and somehow becomes the responsible member of the group. I’m not sure where I’ve seen it, but I feel like I have and I like it

And then I decided “okay but what if I made this Megatron” and so now I’m telling you about this

I’m gonna say the setup is similar to Animated, where the original Autobot-Decepticon War ended a long time ago, and our protagonists, including Optimus, were born after the war, but not Megatron, who led the Decepticons. The Autobots and Megatron meet in some way, they crash land on Earth, same deal. And Megatron fights them initially, but eventually he decides to stop and even join up with this group of Autobots

I haven’t figured out the exact reason why, but it probably has to do with the war and the Decepticons being in exile for so long. Like at this point he’s lost the fire and hatred he had during the war and he just can’t find it in himself to continue, even if he feels the need to. That and possibly, he can’t really bring himself to hate these particular Autobots, who unlike the old Autobots he fought, haven’t really done anything to wrong him other than defend themselves and wear the Autobot symbol, which at this point any bot from Cybertron would

But yeah, he has a redemption of sorts and joins the group. I want to say this happens relatively early on in the story? Like he’s definitely part of the group by the end of this hypothetical Season 1. The villains for the rest of the story would be either other Decepticons who don’t share Megatron’s desire to simply stop the fighting, and/or a new group of Decepticons that have risen up from the ashes of the original to cause trouble for Cybertron once again

I’m thinking that maybe while Megatron doesn’t have much beef with the Autobot team he’s currently with, he might have more ire for the older ones he did fight during the war, particularly including whoever’s running the Autobots at this point. He probably also isn’t the nicest guy, considering he’s the former Decepticon warlord, but he’s working on it, or at least isn’t terrible

I also think it’d be juicy if in this scenario, we did still have a thing like in TFA Season 2 where the Autobot higher ups do come in and context the Earth Autobots, only for Lord Megatron himself to also be here, and seemingly part of their team. Especially if this is at a point in the story when Megatron’s proven himself to the team and saved their lives, and he’s a valuable member, but it’s kind of hard to explain to someone who wasn’t there. Also he’s being aggressive with the higher ups, which is not helping

And I’m coming back to this now after work, since I was writing this during break, and I don’t quite remember what else I was going to say, so I’ll just leave it here

Admittedly it probably isn’t that much different from other canon Megatron redemption stories, apart from the fact that nobody here really has history with him (though I think that could partially apply to Lost Light as well? Like I know he knew some of them, but I think most of the crew he’s not met or fought personally). But you know, it was a thought and I thought it sounded neat

[transingthoseformers]

There's a certain brand of angst with the Megatron (war era / post war era) x Orion Pax (pre-war era) brand of megop

Crunchy stuff to me

[iliterallydecepticanteven]

Hey remember this post? Well the fic is finally finished and up! Enjoy!

[moominmanoneandonly]

Transformers relationships dynamics

StarFire

Skyfire: My Darling?! They could never do such a terrible thing. You must be mistaken

Starscream: *evil laughter in the background*

KOBD ( version)

Breakdown: I'm not good at a lot of things. You could do better with someone who actually matches your speed. I know not many bots consider me attractive. (My brothers told me)

Knockout: More for me!!! Also your buffing skills are like one good thing about this place, you ain't getting away from me big boy~

BulkJack

Wheeljack: Sooo I might or might not exploded Ratchet lab..

Bulkhead: Jaackie..

Wheeljack: It's becouse he called you an idiot

Bulkhead: Oo thank you.. you still shouldn't do that

Wheeljack: I also got you a gift! Would love to see you wreck something with it~

Cliffjumper/Arcee/Mirage

Cliffjumper: Hey guys!! Look at this. *the most stupid and risky stuff ever*

Arcee & Mirage: Damn, that's attractive.

(+Noah)

Mirage: GUYS, GUESS WHAT I GOT!

Cliffjumper & Arcee: Please not again.. They die out so fast

Blitzbee

Blitzwing: *trying to live his life, control cuteness agression*

Bee: *ready to drop the most Gen Alpha out of pocket pick up line ever heard*

MegOp

Megatron: You are not the bot i feel in love with..

Optimus: I ASURE you, I AM!

Megop Tfa (becouse it's a whole diffrent ship)

Megatron: You imprese me little autobot, you the best opponent i ever had. Strong enought to be my partner.

Optimus: I survived 50 years sharing a dorm with Sentinel, your threats ain't scrap

*also that one add about Milfs in your area*

MegaPax (AU)

Megatronus: Damn, I think i just took a wrong client last night. Tarn is gonna kill me for this.. At least he was pretty intresting to talk to.

Orion:I.just.meet.my.favorite.author.and.we.spend.a.whole.night.talking.together... oooh. RATCHET I MIGHT MESSED UP!

MegaRod

*the entire script of Scott Piligram vs the world movie*

MegaSound (au version)

Megatron: "I might like Soundwave, but he is in a bad situation right now and was objectified his entire life. I can't put him under such pressure" The match today was great.

Soundwave: "LET ME HAVE YOUR GODDAMN SPARKLINGS, I WAS LITERALLY PROGRAMED FOR THAT!" afirmative

[energ00n]

Hello again! Hopefully this isn’t an awful question 😭

Since you did a small TFP crossover for your apprentice AU, will you add any of the other iterations of different characters into your AU?

Like a Bayverse Prime or a TFA Ratchet for example? (Those were the first two that came to mind lol)

If not, do you plan to do more with the TFP duo you added are was it a simple one off thing you wanted to draw because you love the bbys, and it’s not technically canon to your AU? (Which is valid)

———

Second question, I tried scrolling through and couldn’t find if you had answered this question already, but what is each Prime a leader over? I know you mentioned Prima is over religion and Megatronus is over military, but do you have others already mapped out?

———

Ps: sorry I love world building and your AU is so cute

These are good questions!!

1. I’d love to do more crossovers but I fear it’d just be other megop iterations, I don’t have much knowledge or fondness for many characters. It’d probably like a single spread page like the TFP crossover

2. I won’t list out all 13 because it’s a spoilers so I’ll just state the ones we’ve seen or easier to guess

- Prima: Religion

- Megatronous: Military

- Alpha Trion: Archiving

- Liege Maximo: Law enforcement

- Solus: Craftmanship

- Sentinel: Public relation (entertainment)

- Nexus: Cultural intelligence [/redacted]

[michygranger23]

I finished watching Transformers Animated today!! (Yes I'm still watching and plan to finish G1, but my vacations are ending soon so I wanted to watch another TF show before that, which is also the reason I started watching Transformers Prime at the same time lol. I already finished Season 1 of Prime, but that's another post for later)

And can we all just agree that Optimus isn't the responsible one for what happened to Elita One?!!

Like it was Sentinels fault for suggesting going to that planet when it clearly wasn't allowed, and Optimus wanted to get out of there and voiced that thought. And even when they already fell through that hole before the spiders appeared he once again voiced that they should get out of there. And then when Elita fell into the hole of spiders and the Energon was exploding Optimus made the logical and reasonable choice of getting away from there cause they were gonna die if they didn't. And Sentinel then putting all the blame to him for the accident, and telling this lies to Ultra Magnus, making Optimus expelled from the academy (and Optimus letting it happen cause he feels guilty about the events. OPTIMUS MY BABY YOU WEREN'T I PROMISE :(((), and still calling him a loser after all this time??!! I'm glad that Sentinel at least got to be kicked around and bullied in his scenes cause the jerk definitely deserves it and more.

I just feel for so bad for this Optimus, cause he obviously didn't want to abandon Elita, but the place was literally blowing up and after the explosion ended her signal didn't came up, so what's the logical reason? That she's offline, not that she got turned into a spider-lady!!

But BOYYYY THOSE STORY SCRIPTS FOR THAT EPISODE OF SEASON 4 WHERE OPTIMUS GETS TO CHANGE THE PAST BUT HE ENDS UP BEING THE TECHNO-ORGANIC SPIDER??!! MAN I WOULD'VE EAT THAT UP SO QUICKLY I WANT IT RAHHHHH!!!

Also I'm checking the ao3 fandom tag rn and I'm seeing a lack of found family fics of the Autobots and Sari????!! HUH?????!! WHERE'S MY FOUND FAMILY FOOD???? THAT'S LITERALLY A PART OF THE CORE'S SHOW, WHERE'S MY WEIRD GIANT ALIEN ROBOTS AND THEIR WEIRD LITTLE "HUMAN" GIRL BEING A FAMILY CONTENT AT???!!!

Unacceptable. It seems like I'm gonna have to write it myself/hj/pos (psst. If you do know about some good fics about that, let me know please! And also about TFA Megop, cause I liked their dynamic, just don't be sexual, just some romance it's good!)

I'm probably gonna make proper and longer posts about TFA cause I really liked the show, I just wanted to get out my fresh thoughts rn lol

[sleepisapriviligethatidonthave]

Fir the MegOp request: TFA Megatron reaction that TFA Optimus is a space bridge repair worker

Finally I found your ask! I spent a century combing through my notifications XD

Aaaaanyways, here it is! Hope you like it ^^

Megatron swung his swords at the Prime, missing by a wire’s breath when the Autobot ducked and returned the attack in kind. It was a familiar song and dance for the warlord by now, though usually their fights were not so… private.

As luck would have it, both of them had answered an energy anomaly in the forest near Detroit. It had been a rather pleasant surprise to find the young Prime all by his lonesome right after locating the Allspark fragment in the middle of a small clearing in said woods.

“Not too shabby, Autobot. A few more millennia and you might stand a chance at defeating me!” he mocked as he kicked his opponent to the ground. It was almost too easy sometimes, but the Prime always pulled through one way or another.

“I have a name!” snapped Optimus as he rolled just out of reach of Megatron’s pede which left a small crater right where he had been a moment ago, “I am Optimus Prime, and you ought to remember that!” he growled and slashed with his axe at the pede, only grazing the thick warframe armour. Megatron couldn’t help but laugh at the feeble attempt to injure him.

It was always fun to see his enemies infuriated at the fact that he didn’t know their names. He did, but one thing he had learned early on in his gladiatorial career was that an unconcentrated opponent was a weak one. That practice of his had helped him all throughout the war and even after that. It wasn’t often that he met an opponent that kept their cool so well in the face of such disrespect.

“Ah, yes, the rank of Prime. The standards for it have fall quite a bit, haven’t they?” he chuckled with a smirk and parried the angry swing aimed at his helm, throwing the Autobot into the air. Megatron watched with a hint of surprise as his foe flipped in the air and landed square on his pedes, ready to resume their fight. “Or maybe not.” he muttered to himself and went in for another attack.

Few survived an encounter with him and lived long enough to tell the tale. Even fewer willingly went against him again, which made fighting the young mech such a delight.

The little Prime never ceased to surprise. He was always so resourceful and selfless – two qualities he had long believed to be extinct when it came to Autobots. He fought rather rigidly, yes, but he knew when to change tactics in order to secure an advantage. That, he could respect, he could use. If only the Prime wasn’t so foolishly loyal to his rusted cause.

Optimus dodged blaster fire with ease as he shot a grappling hook at one of Megatron’s swords, attempting to seize it.

Megatron grabbed the chord and pulled, sending Prime once again flying through the open sky, but this time luck was not on his side. He smashed against a tree, with a loud crack before falling to the ground, heaving.

“You Autobots never learn, do you? You can not defeat me, even the best of you.” he knew that praising him was a contradictive move, but he had earned it.

It came as a surprise to hear the Prime snort and try to stifle a chuckle.

“What’s so funny, Autobot?” the reaction puzzled him. He was about to be offlined and yet here he was, laughing like Megatron had told him the funniest joke in the galaxy.

“Oh, it’s nothing, really. It’s just that, if you really think that an academy washout, space bridge technician is ‘one of the best’, then it’s not the Autobots’ standard that has fallen.” snickered Optimus as he looked up at Megatron with a slag eating grin.

The warlord froze in place, his CPU attempting and failing to process the new information.

“What?”

Optimus laughed even harder, wincing when his vents, damaged by the hit he took, expelled a wheezing sound.

Megatron pressed the tip of one of his swords right against the Autobot’s main fuel line, effectively silencing him. “Explain yourself, now.” he growled menacingly.

“What exactly is there to explain? I already told you the truth. I’m not a fully fledged Prime. Officially I’m not even considered a warrior, no one on my team is. We’re space bridge technicians. Our job was to travel around the corners of the galaxy and repair the Autobot space bridge network.”

Megatron looked at the Prime in disbelief, every interaction they had ever had, replaying itself in the warlord’s mind as small, incongruous details about the team of Autobots slotted themselves into place to finally reveal the horrific truth.

They were no warriors, they were civilians who had been at the wrong place at the wrong time. That was why the Elite Guard had done next to nothing to help them. To the great Autobot machine they were fodder, disposable.

Disgust and hatred flashed through Megatron’s field, making Optimus flinch minutely when his own tense one came into contact with his.

This changed everything and nothing at the same time which only infuriated Megatron even more. It was dishonourable to fight against someone who could not face you properly in battle, who was not a warrior. It was Descepticon code, something he himself had put into place to prevent unnecessary carnage in the name of keeping Cybertron populated. Overtime, even the worst of the Descepticons had accepted it as law, even he himself had begun to view it as something on which his honour depended.

And here he was tarnishing it in the worst way imaginable.

“You know, if you ask me, I would much rather fight Cons for the rest of my life than go back to the most boring job in the universe.”

Immediately, Megatron’s helm snapped to the location of the voice only to see the bright yellow Autobot speedster sitting on a tree stump, looking at the bots before him while twirling the forgotten Allspark fragment in his servos.

“Personally, I’d rather be a space bridge technician. Bossbot is right, we aren’t warriors, and I’ll be more than happy to go back to doing what I signed up for.” came the voice of the big green Autobot from the other side of the clearing.

“Quit yer whining, will ya? We still need to save Optimus from Buckethead!” barked the team’s medic as he primed his magnets.

“I do not believe Optimus needs our saving.” chimed in the ninja bot who appeared from behind a tree.

Megatron took in all of the newly gathered Autobots, ignoring the last comment. Before, all he saw was a bunch of low-class warriors with lacking training, but now, he saw them for what they really were. It was so obvious in hindsight, he wanted to kick himself for missing it.

“Thanks for the vote of confidence, Prowl, I really appreciate it.” Megatron snapped his attention back to his original foe, having thought him incapacitated. Clearly, he had miscalculated again, as a spray of foam hit his faceplates, completely blinding him. He tried moving back, only for his pedes to be restrained in Prime’s grappling hook.

Megatron fell backwards with a grunt. As he tried to regain his sight, he could hear the commotion around him.

“Let’s go before he gets back up and hunts us down!” yelled Optimus. His command was met with no complaints and soon enough Megatron found himself alone on the clearing.

He growled and muttered curses as he cut the chord around his pedes. The mission had been a disaster. Of course, he could give chase to the Autobots and try to retrieve the Allspark fragment, but ultimately decided against it.

Once he finally deemed himself presentable, he gave one last glance to the direction in which the Autobot team retreated, sighed, and began the journey back to the Descepticon hideout. He was in no mood to rush back just to deal with his subordinates, so he opted to walk. That way he had some time to mull over the new information he had obtained and formulate a plan…

And think of a way to break the news to his Descepticons without causing a riot.

[nuttyhatter]

Ok, so...

Is there any Transformers fic (megop if possible), where Optimus is a little (a LOT) less tolerant of everyone's shit?

All my Tf knowledge comes from fics and you are free to tell me I'm stupid, but anyways.

From what I've read in TfA the Autobots on Earth were a sort of repairing crew and had been sent there, which was like sending them to some remote corner of the Universe. So it sounded like glorified exile.

In TfP Orion used to be an archivist.

In TfO he was a miner.

And in both cases he used to be Megatron's friend.

Again, correct me if I'm wrong.

So, why not get an Optimus that is just kind of sick of Cybertrone and its BS? It could just be him not wanting to deal with politics while trying to protect people. And you know how sometimes some writers feature Megatron trying to make Optimus question his loyalty to Cybertrone and OP gets an existential crisis? Well, couldn't Optimus just for once laugh at Megatron's face and be like...

"Of course they don't give a shit about us! Did you think I'm doing all this for Ultra Magnus? Or Sentinel? I'm fighting for my friends and family whose lives you actively threaten every fragging day!"

And so Optimus cuts Megatron's crap on the spot because how dare he try to act all high an mighty? Try to fool him just like all those assholes he preaches against?

Let him go feral from time to time, let OP go violent and rabid with rage and maim some bots. Megatron and the highter ups should watch what that mech is really capable of.

[blackpensils]

Don't know where this came from. Read a story on Ao3, got inspired and spewed this out. I've never written for Transformers before so don't know how accurate this is but I don't know what to do with this so thought what better place to share it than this hellscape of a website (/p).

Tropes(?): arranged marriage because I'm a sucker for that shit between enemies. MegOp (tfa universe), sort of canon compliant if you squint hard enough but it's kinda short so don't squint too hard or you'll hurt your eyes.

He rolled his shoulders and adjusted the magnetic clamps attaching the long, and unnecessary heavy, cloak to his body. A cloak that normally should have been white, by not just Autobot standards, but also Iaconian, and Optimus, having been forged and brought online in Iacon, lamented the fact that the cloak he now sported had to be purple. Apparently it was supposed to be symbolic.

~~~

The reflection of the mech looking back at him was almost too foreign for Optimus to be able recognise it as being himself. It was his blue helm, his rotating optics as they scanned over his ludicrous but traditional get up and his red chassis that was covered in finely painted purple lines and curls. Delicate and every turn and swirl deliberate as they traveled from the centre of his chassis, right above his spark chamber, up his shoulders and down his arms. The painter had tried to insist Optimus should pain his thighs as well, saying that the purple would contrast wonderfully against the silver metal and that it would hold intimate implications. Optimus had refused.

That made Optimus snort and when he brought his optics back up to his face, his faceplate was scrunched up in a frown.

He looked almost right. Cloak billowing behind him in an almost majestic kind of way, making him feel a little like the Primes of old when they weren't just a military title but one granted by Primus himself, and paint decorating his upper torso with the usual lines and curves. Even his faceplate had purple paint across the cheeks and down from his bottom lip to his chin. Optimus had to admit that he did look like someone who was about to partake in his very own Conjunx Ritus, almost.

If it wasn't for the purple.

In Iacon the two participants in the rite would be cloaked and painted in white. To symbolise the purity of their love for each other and their connection to Primus, or something or other like it. Optimus didn't actually know the details. He'd never been to a Conjunx Ritus before.

It wasn't just any shade of purple either, unfortunately. Because Optimus might have been able to handle a light lilac or a deep rasin. But the fact that the shade that now decorated his frame just so happened to be Decepticon purple just made his spark tighten and made it impossible to forget that his… his conjunx was…

Optimus shuddered as his processor couldn't even finish the sentence without making a chill travel throughout his frame. Filling up his inner lines with ice instead of energon and making his spark twinge painfully in his chassis.

A Conjunx Rite was supposed to be the happiest moment of a mech's life. The day they joined forever with the love of their life and promised to cherish and protect their partner, their conjunx, for as long as they lived. A moment that most bots only ever did the once and never did again because the pain of losing a conjunx was so hard on the spark that taking another one was like replacing a part of your very soul. Trading it in for a replacement to fill the hole they left behind. Something that wasn't necessarily frowned upon or illegal in any way, but that definitely would've gotten a few judgemental glances thrown your way.

Yet here Optimus stood in a preparation room in one of Iacon's Chapels, looking at himself in the threeway mirror and meeting his own hollow optics. There was no happiness there when he looked down and saw himself dressed in the infamous Decepticon color and feeling like he was about to walk out onto that altar and meet his own demise.

Because his—Optimus had to physically swallow to get the words his and conjunx to actually form in his processor—was none other than Megatron.

[mychlapci]

Tfa megop agegap

Mayores by Becky g

Idk if if there's good eng translation but it is sooooo good for OP wanting an old mech like Megatron to rock his fucking world

Listen listen , you daddy kink, you get master/pet, you get Dom/sub, you get teacher/student, boss /employee, commander/soldier, ITS SO GOOD

if it's virgin OP who's never had his seal broke he gets the most mind-blowing overload ever and is ruined for any other mech he will never look at any other rmech for who could ever match up Megatron and his hundreds, thousands years of experience? Ad you never forget your first

Or if not then OP will never look at his peers again for none have EVER given him the pleasure Megatron has none have matched up to Ratchet old tales of his party ambulance days and the frags he'd get . He Needs Old School style fragging. Dirty old men are his exclusive type now

Megatron gets a young mech to raise up to be his perfect fucktoy, train up that valve to perfectly shape to him and his desires, AND gets to be all(or most) of OP's firsts for alllllll kinds of things

hrgh Exactly. Optimus finds out he's a high maintenance bot who needs experienced cock that knows how to fuck his valve bruised and numb. no more of those plucky young colleagues of his, dumb young bots who wouldn't know how to use their spikes with a diagram in front of their eyes, Megatron's a thousand times better, not to mention much bigger.

what i'm saying is... get Optimus addicted to grandpa cock !!

[quibbs126]

You know, I really think there’s merit to be had in a TFA-style dynamic with Optimus and Megatron, with the two as strangers and Megatron being so much older and basically from a completely different Cybertron. Particularly with a corrupt Autobot government

And also if you actually explore their dynamic more, since TFA didn’t really do that

Like they start off as pure enemies, each thinking very lowly of the other, but their continuous conflicts giving them an odd sense of respect for one another, or at least Megatron for Optimus

And then there’s also the juiciness of their completely separate backstories, or more specifically Optimus learning Megatron’s. I think it’d be cool if Megatron had an absolutely horrible backstory, one so terrible it made him want to burn it all down because he saw no other way forward. In part because my faves must suffer, but also with this backstory being at the hands of Autobots or people who would become Autobots. Like maybe some of the leaders, while not directly responsible, did turn their heads in some way and deny responsibility. Like Megatron is a monster, but he is the monster created by the Autobots

And maybe over time, while he never agrees with him, Optimus starts to understand Megatron more, that he’s more than just a creature of pure evil. And maybe in a scenario where Megatron is captured like in Season 3, Optimus finds himself seeking out his advice and words, because while he’s no paragon, he’s the only person who will tell him the truth, because the Autobot command certainly won’t, and he wants to understand it all better; Megatron, the Decepticons, the Autobots, the war, all of it. Both in prison and out of it, Megatron ends up strangely becoming a sort of mentor to Optimus

I don’t think this Megatron would be one that gets a redemption arc. He’s too far gone, even if he has a tragic backstory and he’s more complex than just a cartoon villain (and also I need to remind myself that just because I feel bad for Megs doesn’t mean he should get off scott free, particularly since he was the villain originally). I also think Optimus should be the one to kill him, with Megatron maybe even being happy with this outcome, that Optimus is someone worthy of doing him the honor of death

I may have gone a bit specific, but I think this older, more experienced Megatron should be a way for Optimus to grow as a person; to learn that the world isn’t as black and white as he thought, and to learn to question the establishment he lives by, so that he can see its corruption and work to truly make it better. Because even if this Optimus isn’t the leader of the Autobots in the story, that is what he tends to ultimately become. I think it could be so good, if in the hands of writers willing, and more importantly able, to explore this as a concept more (though mandates can be a bastard, as seen in other shows)

Oh and also, nothing romantic between these two. With this scenario my brain cooked up, I just don’t see a place for it. Give Optimus his own separate love interest if you have to, just not Megatron, let them be platonic in this instance. Could you say this is because I’m not a fan of TFA megop? Sure, but I say this because I realized this is how I feel about TFA Megatron and Optimus; there’s potential I see in their dynamic, I just don’t like when it’s only for romantic reasons. There’s so much more here, that I think can stand to be more interesting than leading to them kissing. Probably true of other iterations but this is where I stand with TFA at least

[typewritingyip]

First! Get better soon you awesomesauce typewriting fellar!! treat yourself with some warm tea and some rest!

also for the Q/A thingie i got a few question if it doesnt bother u much!

what inspired you to start writing and how did you get here? (as in writing bangers for the TF fandom we love you man)

For arcturus: do you have like an ending or story in mind? do you have scrapped ideas for the ending? (and may we peek??)

On the Arcturus 3 snippet we got the confimation that no texaid is taking place, however do you have other ships planned/ what are the pairings within arcturus? looking at u with googly eyes rn 🥺

ty for reading :3

Thank you so much!

Okay, let’s go in order!

What inspired me to start writing and how did I get here?

I started writing in middle school, not long after I had a major surgery and was in a dire need of an outlet. I mean back then I was writing on my index cards for class and just trying to escape the hell I was living in.

As for how I got here, I graduated from college back in May and sorta realized I hadn’t posted fanfiction in years, I have a few old pieces up on this blog but certainly nothing like Arcturus. I needed an outlet again cause I was spending 99% of my time studying for the LSAT. I never gave up writing, just gave up on posting it for whatever reason. So when this AU came along my sister and I were talking about it, then I started to write things down before it became my beloved Arcturus. If it weren’t for @keferon I probably wouldn’t have posted for another few months cause at the time I was working on a 10 chapter TFA Rock Star AU, which I’ll get back to at some point. This just was so inspiring.

For Arcturus: Do I have an ending or story in mind? Do I have scrapped ideas for the ending?

So, yes, I have an ending in mind. I’ve had this ending in mind for a bit honestly and love it so much, I just hope you all do too. As for scrapped ideas, well.. originally I wanted Red Alert to be human, then forgot and had him show up. I went back to my outline and just about cried. But it’s fine, I’ve made adjustments.

(As for peeking, mayhaps… I do a lot of stuff that I alter to a document in my commonplace book with other characters/my OC to get the ideas moving so maybe.)

Do I have other ships planned/what are my pairs in Arcturus?

Alright, I actually do have TexAid in this. So, the crew of Arcturus One does not know that First Aid is piloting suit 11, and the Arcturus universe of this AU, they’ve taken to calling that suit Vortex just cause he was such a famous pilot and they all know something isn’t quiet normal with that suit or those first generation pilots (they’d all be in their late 40’s early 50’s rn, so Swindle is maybe 46?). First Aid is pilot 3113, he was originally in Arcee’s spot for Arcturus 3 but I personally think that the eating the alien episode happened right before the announcement and things were moved around while he gets a psych evaluation done and the suit is cleaned. TexAid is canon to this AU even if I don’t know the characters well, I hope to understand them more by the time I write stuff for Arcturus 5.

Other ships? Now that’s where I’m having a blast. The obvious ones are Mirage/Hound, Knockout/Breakdown, Jazz/Prowl (they already are dating, just don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable), and Sunstreaker/Bluestreak for sure (maybe Sideswipe too but I’m still debating on how I want to do that/handle that.. idk yet.) We have background MegOp because it’s just a favorite of mine.

Then, we have Arcturus 3, Ratchet/Drift is just, *chefs kiss* to me, so that is happening but at the moment Deadlock is heavily pinning and Ratchet is oblivious. Honestly, most of Arcturus 3 is completely oblivious and I love that for them.

I plan to have other ships, but I think I’m going to hold those cards to my chest, for now.

Thank you so much for your questions! 💜

[iliterallydecepticanteven]

Yeah, Megop where Megatron is the one lusting after Optimus is fun and all, but imho it's even better when Optimus is the one pursuing Megatron. Especially in TFA like we have this experienced warlord who has seen countless battles and been betrayed before and has dealt with all this shit over and over again, and then exhausted academy drop out Optimus comes along, who is like one-third Megatron's size, almost successfully kills him multiple times, and is like "yeah I wanna climb you like a tree come sit on my lap babygirl" nevermind the fact that the babygirl in question could absolutely squish him if he actually sat down. Meanwhile Optimus is on the other side of the room, staring at Megatron for a long moment before nodding solemnly and announcing, "Smash" much to the horror of his teammates

[birthdaycakeplate]

@fluffythecthulhu said they wanted a fic in a comment under my Mother’s Day Megop art. I’m not sure how serious you were, but I still made one! It’s short for once, but it got embarrassing fast.

Thank you for the sweet comment, btw 💕🦑

TFA Carrier Optimus Megop

Warning in the tags✨

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Optimus hadn’t touched his rations all cycle- more concerning still, he hadn’t fueled properly in a deca-cycle. He complained more about feeling nauseous or on the constant brink of downright purging than he ever did use that snarky mouth of his to consume his Energon.

Megatron had grown used to him neglecting himself in ways he formerly thought him too sensible to make the mistake of. Choosing to ignore fueling in lieu of finishing a communication relay at least a thousand lightyears out of range to reconnect a straying ship- which could take hours, where every precious minute counted.

Strika had ordered him not to work so hard to salvage the fodder that either purposely veered off their course, or were too stupid to read a set of coordinates correctly. She would insist that it was what they deserved for acting so foolishly.

And every time, Optimus would argue that that was no reason to leave them there to suffer both the chilling isolation of lost space or such a flippant branding from their superior. There was always some reason, he insisted, for their severed connection. There was always some argument he would make that Strika and the other high command -or any average Decepticon in close range willing to insert their opinion upon hearing the conversation- were being too harsh.

She’d leave in a huff, Optimus would resume working himself to death, and his rations would go untouched for another hour straight.

Megatron regretted assigning a brat with such an unprejudiced, smart little mouth a position in communications.

Unfortunately, Optimus’ abhorrent lack of charisma was unexplainably magnetizing…somehow. And he was by the book and strict in regulations, making him a fantastic -brainwashed- soldier to trust to carry out an order. His dedication to everything he was tasked with, as well as that odd charm, assured Megatron near immediately that he was the best choice for the job.

Optimus would always do what he was told and do it to a fault, so long as no one else suffered unfairly for it. It was perfect for Megatron who was looking for a mech willing to communicate with both halves of the reunited factions. Especially since no one else could be convinced to take the job. Those that were willing were sorely lacking the skills to delegate, and so it went to Optimus not a mere three cycles after his reassignment to the Nemesis exploration crew.

That meant having to deal with the sassy bot more than Megatron would have liked to- at least once a cycle, in fact.

Things…. Only developed from there.

It wasn’t Megatron’s fault- contrary to what Starscream insisted otherwise regarding fragile little civil frames, and their easily overwhelmed, shy nature. Never daring to make the first move and take up so much space in the affairs of their large counterparts.

As Decepticons, thus far, hadn’t the single most qualm with inserting themselves into the matters of their new, tiny crew mates.

But truly, it wasn’t Megatron’s fault. He was not the instigator.

It was the fault of limited worthwhile conversation for so many millennia and the equally refreshing opportunity to have an unbiased presence in his life once more. One, unlike Strika, who wasn’t adverse to talking about subjects unrelated to warfare and maneuvers. One that was keen to show Megatron respect as his newly appointed commander, though not to defer to his every whim and judgement and roll over for him in niceties.

It made their time together less like the chore of keeping basic communication with his personnel, and more a thing of thrill and fancy.

Megatron was having fun again.

More fun than he’d ever had attempting to destroy the mud ball planet his new officer so loved. Who knew?

Of course, it…. Quickly turned into something else….

Which was more or less ignorable for a time, since both parties knew best that they would benefit from an aloofness and detachment while resuming their duties. Keeping to formalities anyplace outside the berth.

It helped that Megatron had deluded himself into thinking he actually meant it.

But their coupling had admittedly lead to this new current issue Megatron was having. The matter of his once dependable -brainwashed- soldier refusing to feed himself, and Megatron caring a lot about it…

None of that was to say how unsettling Optimus’ sudden bouts of stasis were.

Whether the mech was walking peacefully on his way to deliver his reports, or merely sitting in on a barely mandatory -but damned if Optimus wasn’t going to be there with bells on- conference Shockwave routinely made Civil bots sit through on cross-build interactivity regulations, the little mech was always seen falling into recharge. Cheekplate propped up in one palm or with pedes propped against the table.

It was horribly unsettling… Horribly. Had Megatron mentioned that?

Strika said he was paying too much attention to the colorful thing (and chalking it up to that). Somehow oblivious to the scents still faintly permeating Megatron’s armor where little servos had held on to him tight the night prior.

He knew it was true all the same, that something was wrong with his former Prime.

Megatron blamed it on his extended workload, combined with the appalling lack of Energon he was consuming. But that theory only lasted for so long.

When even Ratchet was petitioning him on Optimus’ behalf to allow the firetruck to take a temporary leave, Megatron was certain this strange new behavior was something far more sinister than an overworked Officer.

This was… stressful. Worrying.

The space between them had grown much smaller over the vorns. Their relationship had significantly changed- whether Optimus shared that opinion with him or not.

Staying over in Megatron’s berth had become a much more frequent occurrence. As of a few cycles ago, a proper nest -normally a construction reserved for two settled mechs- had appeared, and was drenched in their combined scents to the point they left Megatron’s quarters each morning practically wearing the other out.

That was comforting, smelling the irritating aft everywhere he went throughout the day. Megatron didn’t want to lose that.

Was Optimus’ condition dire?

Was their time soon to be limited?

Would their bond nest come to unravel with the eventual loss of its imperative second occupant? Their time, was it to be cut so short so soon, fated by Primus as punishment for all his wrong doings?

They’d only just started sitting together in the command center when Megatron ushered him forward to give his report- finding him a place by his throne. On the armrest…

Was there to be no more late night rendezvous where Megatron graced him rare glimpses of his poetry and Optimus laughed at the absurdity of the writings?

Was he doomed to spend his entire functioning a solemn, bondless mech, now that he’d had a surprising and unforeseen taste of a partner worth sharing one with?

Was he to give up his dignity and dilute all their ship’s resources into traversing the galaxy for some impossible cure to safe his sickly lover?

Was he going to have to replace his only willing Communications Officer?

Optimus approached him in the middle of another one of these fantastical spirals on the bridge one evening, while Blitzwing stood awkwardly at his side, waiting patiently to be given his dismissal post debriefing.

To Megatron’s surprise, he looked more alert and awake, frankly, than he had in nearly two Earth months.

When he looked down at wide, frightened optics peering up at him with so much uncertainty and fear, Megatron dropped to one knee in an instant. Uncaring who was seeing such a display, when insanity had muddled his processor so throughly into thinking the worst of his last moments with this precious mech.

“Optimus, what ails you?” He crooned, trying to pacify the quivering thing. Barely able to resist grabbing ahold of him.

Optimus said nothing- could say nothing, as his throat tubing began to tighten.

Megatron looked at him so earnestly, so despairingly…. When had this change occurred? When had they begun to care so deeply for one another? So openly.

Optimus assumed the answer to that was sometime around the creation of the tiny passenger he was carrying that they had both been oblivious to- or else the little one couldn’t have ever come to be…

Megatron blinked worried, narrowed optics at him, just as that thought seemed to fully integrate itself into Optimus’ logic unit.

He…began to smile up at the towering mech. Though it vanished in the next instant with the realization that Optimus would need to explain his… ‘ailment’.

“Megatron, sir. I need to discuss… This isn’t about my reports…. Actually, I… It’s….”

“What is it?” His new commander urged him on. No longer able to keep large palms from encompassing his shoulders in a caress for every pair of curious optics on the bridge to see.

“No need for formalities, even here, Optimus. Just tell me what’s wrong- you haven’t been fueling.”

Optimus lost his courage -or ability- to speak then. As his mouth clamped shut again and his optics grew wet, pointed finials began to droop down his helm. Clearly still frightened by something.

But whatever it was, he could always tell Megatron.

They were lovers now, destined to share a nest and a sparkbeat- Megatron would have it no other way. Regardless of what it was going to cost him to lead the excursion for Optimus’ sickness’s cure.

“You can tell me anything, beloved. Anything at all. Speak to your spark’s content, I shall listen-“

“Should I leave for zhis?” Blitzwing murmured cautiously from behind, still waiting to be released after the last time he’d been punished for breaking formation early.

“No matter what it is, speak it to me now, Optimus, and I shall tend to the matter however is necessary.” Megatron continued to soothe his little Sweetspark.

“I will not fail you- I will not leave you behind-“

“Even if it’s really bad…?” Optimus burst out.

“…And pretty permanent?”

Megatron blinked. Optimus swallowed, maintaining optic contact through sheer force of will and…. Hope?

There was a strange glimmer in his eye, and Megatron, no matter how keenly he tried to chase it as it bounced around the other mech’s shimmering optics, he couldn’t discern its meaning.

The smaller mech’s question, however, was easily answerable.

“Nothing at all could stand in the way of my devotion to you, Optimus.” Clawed digits carefully curled around strong, scarlet servos.

“Now that I have you, I shall not release you to any unkind fate or the malevolent will of gods.”

Besides an ever present amusement for his mate’s dramatics, Optimus looked much more settled and ready to spill everything then and there. His optics losing a great deal of the uncertain edge to them.

But still….

“Can’t stress enough how bad this is…”

“I should leave, right? I von’t be thrown in ze sparring room vith Sixshot again for failure to be properly discharged if I do, ja?”

“You encompass my entire being, little Autobot. You fill me with meaning and faith, dare I say it! Faith that there is a life far better than one fighting for a meager home on Cybertron once more… You promise me a home with spirit and life. You are my home, Optimus.”

Optimus, for his part, had lost much of the color to his derma that made it blue. Shades of searing red painted high above the arch of each cheek, filling out his round face nicely with a sweet dusting that faded seamlessly where it began to spread.

Megatron was enraptured. In love.

Optimus was enraptured, too, with the severity of his words. Megatron’s promises to him.

No mech had ever promised themselves to Optimus like this- he hadn’t even bothered to entertain the thought he’d see such a thing in his lifetime. And if that was how Megatron felt, it made much more sense how their extra passenger had came to be.

“Ratchet told me to triple my fuel rations… He put me on mineral additives and a stasis increase.”

Megatron blinked slowly. Thinking that didn’t sound anything like a debilitating disease he was about to have to fight god for. That sounded like he was treating Optimus for something else, actually… but….

“Why would he do that?” Megatron asked with his barely functional glossa.

“Ah- I really zhink I should leave for zhis!”

Optimus cheeks managed to burn brighter as, finally, he lost the battle to keep Megatron’s gaze. Blushing faceplate turning into the hollow between Megatron’s shoulder and collar.

The bigger mech didn’t fight him, finding himself in something of a daze as well.

“Um…. Well…. Ah….” Optimus attempted to explain. Poorly.

Megatron tried to focus back on the blushing bot when he lifted watchful…. glittering optics back up at him.

“Sorry, I’m still here!?”

“I’m carrying.” Optimus murmured. Cheeks pleasantly warming for reasons other than horrific embarrassment under Megatron’s powerful gaze.

“Carrying?” Megatron echoed back in something less like a whisper, and more like a string of broken syllables being carried off by the nonexistent wind.

“Wow…” said Blitzwing.

And also,

~Whirr~

“Straight shootin’, Tex!”

Optimus watched the emotions morph across his new Sire’s faceplate. Watched his utter confusion change into absolute delight, then pride. A pride himself to have been able to provide, a pride to have found himself such a perfect mate- with whom he had made such a perfect sparkling with.

And finally awe- no… Reverence. Like Optimus was a god amongst mortals, complete with a glow and this holy essence about him, as Megatron stared in blissful silence at the place in Optimus’ gestation tank where it would soon fill with a sizable bitlet, likely to take after his or her’s sire.

Now Megatron understood. That ‘hope’ he’d seen in his love before, it was an instinctual faith in his new carrier that Megatron would be proud. That he would be loyal and strong and provide.

Well, his hope was not misplaced- Megatron would surpass all others as sire!

Megatron reached down and settled a hand over the ridges of Optimus’ otherwise perfectly flattened grill. Soon, his body would change, quite drastically, in fact.

Hard edges would soften, the heavy duty armor making up most of his abdominal plating would part and reconstruct to allow for room for the protoform to grow. Strong, healthy pleats in his armor below his eventual ‘bump’ would aid in the support of his growing frame.

And inside, the sparkling would turn about happily at the thrum of their Sire’s sparkbeat close by- as there was no doubt in Optimus’ mind after Megatron’s words that they would never be parted again.

Which would only become an issue anytime his doctor attempted to check on the sparkling’s progress and Megatron’s (more than adequate) donations of raw materials.

The ex-warlord, and frankly feral gladiator, would not stand for another to touch his expectant mate.

Which made Blitzwing’s right as the new Sire’s witness -some strange, apparently credible Decepticon law- to survive a hand to the carrier’s belly to feel for the sparkling’s pulse every now and again all the more surprising.

Optimus couldn’t even be angry with the big brute when he condemned his lover with child to their nest for the foreseeable future- not even on Ratchet’s order.

It was the first time any bot had felt so passionately about him before… and primitive coding in Optimus’ core couldn’t help but encourage him to defer to the Sire. Orbit, kicking and bouncing away the cycle inside his gestation tank, didn’t seem to mind either.

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I could not proof read this the way you deserved me to- every day is like a rush to survive, now that summer’s here.

You’re always so kind when you comment, though, @fluffythecthulhu 💕✨thank you!!

[wyrm-with-a-why]

You want a Megop au with weird plot I’ll give you a Megop au with weird plot(no one asked)

Ok so it’s Tfa and his repair crew gets scattered by the space bridge explosion and end up on earths moon. On the dark side of it they find a shipwreck so they investigate, cautious and slow. As they enter they notice there’s a weird amount of white flowers somehow growing from nothing all along the walls. Whatever, they continue. Into a specific chamber they go and there’s a corpse in there, sitting on its knees, head slumped forward. It’s Megatron, Optimus recognizes the frame from his history videos. Flowers cover his what looks like dead body. Then as the bots get closer he sits up a bit. His eyes are dull and hopeless. The Autobots freak out and run. Megatron’s sigh is heard echoing through the ship, hopeless and exhausted. Everyone’s back on the ship but eventually Optimus feels the overwhelming curiosity to see Megatron again. He had questions. So he heads back into the shipwreck when no one’s looking and approaches Megatron slowly. He was intimidated for sure but Megatron didn’t seem as intimidating in such a sad state. Megatron senses him enter and sighs and looks up. His eyes go wide with sorrowful horror. He cries out in pure grief. To Megatron, Optimus reminds him too much of his deceased sparkbond. Kiloton

Megatron’s grief is like an infection. It spreads rapidly like a shockwave. Soon, Optimus is feeling a terrible sparkache and he can feel himself crying. He can’t understand the grief but he’s just so sad, as if he’s lost someone. Megatron is hunched more now as tears fall which causes his body to shake as he sobs, and his tears are mirrored to everyone affected by his overwhelming grief.

Optimus wants to help because Optimus is the goodest boy. He doesn’t understand Megatron’s sorrow but will try.

And the story may dramatically unfold. Optimus sort of being like therapy to the absolutely shattered Mech. Then bam, he catches feelings when Megatron musters the strength to leave the room he’s been rusting away in.

This will be continued more often istg I kinda like it. But I’m sleepy. Also, this au will be called Mourner Megatron and is inspired by Hollow Knights grey mourner.

I’ll probably make more storyline and little scenarios to come. But I need sleep

[sublimati0ns]

do you like any other ships besides koss? just curious

Yes I do!! :D My other TFP main ship is Bulkhead / Breakdown, which is a shame cuz they’re an even rarer rarepair lmao TT But I love their interactions so dearly and wish Breakdown lived so he and Bulkhead could have, perhaps, made up at the end. They’re my sweeter ‘friends-to-enemies-to-friends-again-to-lovers’ counterpart to KOSS (who are just, like, a hot mess. And they keep getting divorced).

I also love Airachnid / Arcee and their mutual obsession based in violence 🥰 Spiders tend to eat their mates, so I see Airachnid having twisted love for Arcee—who hates her, but that hate keeps her going. They’re also a rarepair and I wish they had more fancontent because they had so many scenes together, ahhh!! e02e14 also sold me on Ratchet / Wheeljack, which is another grumpy old man x cocky middle-aged guy duo, except unlike KOSS, these two are actually mature and can navigate their relationship with grace.

I ship MegOp by obligation (in TFP but also across all continuities, including as D/Pax) because they’re the Transformers ship and it’s hard not to acknowledge that they have something between them LMAO And then MegStar in a purely dead dove way, since they also have an undeniable charge, albeit a bad one…

I thought their abusive relationship in TFP was really compelling, this horrible crash you can’t look away from, especially when Megatron admitted in s01e19 he always knew how much Starscream hated and wanted to kill him—but he kept him around, because SS made MG’s life exciting. MG’s reason to terminate SS for real was that SS got predictable—boring, even. It spoke to their power imbalance and the convoluted, toxic emotions between them, a cocktail of lust and loathing… An evil tyrant and his miserable court jester :( It’s so fun to turn around in my head; I adore “this isn’t love” style ships aljdfkg///

On that note, I also ended up shipping Shockwave / Starscream when they escaped the Nemesis together in s03e13 and proceeded to cohabitate on Cybertron www Their relationship is like a loveless marriage for convenience: They don’t like each other, but they’re smart enough to know that getting along is the path of least resistance, and that acceptance to dull their claws creates a bond of familiarity that would have never existed otherwise. It’s lukewarm and tentative, but now they know each other more intimately than either of them had ever wished… And that’s so fun to play with hehe///

I mostly ship based on how the canon convinces me to invest in the characters / their dynamics, so I don’t have many pairings beyond the above—I’ve only finished TFP, ONE, and uh… the Bayverse movies (which I saw mostly as they came out, so my memories of them are spotty) (though—Cogman my beloved, I can see him with Sir Edmund and in a demented throuple with Yaeger and Vivian).

But I’m in the process of watching G1 and TFA, so I’ll definitely have more ships later! I also learned a bit about Pharma and Ratchet’s relationship in the IDW comics the other day and I’m itching to read about them to see how much food there is there for me 🤤 Toxic old man yaoi…

Completely out of left field, but I also crackship Smokescreen with Starscream in an unrequited / queerplatonic way. Smokescreen is one of my favourite characters in TFP—this earnest, lionhearted kid, born into a war-torn world and raised by propaganda. I always felt his starry-eyed and uniformed view of the war had a lot of potential for challenge and disillusionment, and thought that by the end of the series, once the other autobots (including Prime) had become jaded, he was one of the only mechs left who might take pity on Starscream (provided he sees more of SS being tortured by god than SS being vile LOL).

Since they don’t really interact in canon, my ship is purely based on HC, but I imagine they could (SLOWLY) bond in my loosely-established post-Rising KOSS timeline… Especially after being betrayed by Knock Out, abandoned by Megatron, and then mauled half to death by the Predacons, having ONE LITTLE GUY who kinda-sorta winces at his misery could be such a band-aid on the open festering wound of Starscream’s life. I think it could help him character develop (somewhat, with a lot of grinding his teeth and digging his heels in).

Some sidenotes:

I love Knock Out and Breakdown’s dynamic, but I don’t perceive it to be romantic in TFP (IDW comics are a different story, but those iterations feel like distinct and different guys to me); in TFP, KOBD is like an Evil Scientist + Loyal Henchman bromance in my eyes (…I should redraw them as Frankenstein and Igor… Or Yzma and Kronk…)

I crackship the ONE version of Sentinel Prime with TFP Starscream in a toxic way (but less so than MegStar), purely due to AU nonsense

I also crossover crackship Starscream with Vox from Hazbin Hotel (I am not a VivziePop fan, I will just always show up for Christian Borle) and while it’s completely a joke I just know they’d get along… Vox’s powerset would be very useful for Starscream’s schemes, and he’s already an expert at dealing with long, temperamental men…