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[tyrannical-t-rex]

we havent written together like at all but i hope you know that your megatron is like. THE beast wars megatron to me.

//This is it guys, I've won.

No but fr! Thank you 😭🫶 I'm Truely honoured that you enjoy my version of BW megs! I hope to be able to bring more of megs to the table more often~ he is a creature to be studied tbh lol//

[tyrannical-t-rex]

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"Isn't pretending to be a police officer a felony?"

[tyrannical-t-rex]

It’s a shame he’s good looking. Everything else is awful. Do this, do that, blah blah blah. He’s so obsessed with the Golden Disks and Dinobot and Primal that he has no idea of the opportunity we’ve been handed! This planet is fascinating, a true paradise environment that we could bend to our will, shape the local population of, even colonize— but nooo. What a waste of my time!

"Oh I wonder what cowardly mech this could be." There's a huff before a brief dial up. How dare they compliment then throw it down the drain.

He has plans! He swears! Just- he's got to eliminate those who may ruin those plans first! Have his lovely assistants work on the other things while he's a little head over heels for a bot he dare not say the name of not even to himself sometimes.

[tyrannical-t-rex]

He gives you this

"Um- what the frag is this."

Is it some sort of toy..?

Whatever it is, Megatron notices it has liquid in it. Perhaps it's one of those fancy drinks of sorts. So he opens it and drinks the liquid before gagging and regretting his decision.

He's on his hands and knees coughing out foam and bubbles.

"Mirage.... Why...."

He should have spent more time looking at the box.

[tyrannical-t-rex]

(@rxng) "Don't you want a little light of your own?"

That is- a tough question for the mech. If he was honest and didn't lie, he would admit that he had at least thought on the subject once or twice. But he had doubts about himself and just- the thought of rebellion from his own offspring was the worst-case scenario that he didn't want to see play out. "I find it strange that you would ask me that," The mech started, contemplating an answer. truth or half-truth, what will it be when speaking to order himself? "We keep this between ourselves but I have thought of it. But do I want it? it is uncertainty. A maybe. why do you ask?"

[tyrannical-t-rex]

When it comes, it's likely a shock to him.

After several afternoons spent with smiles and laughter. After discussion of characters but reviled and beloved among their favorite novels. After she had teased him so gently.

That the grip of her talons is still sharp. The heat of her flame still searing.

Her wings a bristling danger. Green optics a baleful red-gold as she descends on him from where he'd called up to her. Her hunched form breaking into jarring motion at his voice.

Trying to take him to the ground as her voice pops and clicks of croaking curses at him, demanding death or submission. Her movements jerking; like a puppet on weak string as her wings try to batter him. Her right one looks rusted, the wound at the joint spreading. And even now a few feathers fall off it, orange and ichor stained. Her beak clicking near his helm.

Today was just supposed to be another one of those afternoons. The type of afternoon where they would sit together and chat over anything like a book. Her company was some he grew almost fond of despite the persistent doubt in the back of his processor. Doubt of her intentions being good. But multiple times- she's made him question it- she's too kind for her own good.

Hoping today to talk to her about a finding of his, he called out to her seeing that she wasn't sat waiting for him on the ground. And even more unusual it was too quiet and he felt stalked.

His instincts told him to look up, and he did when it was too late, he was pounced on.

He staggered but it wasn't enough to fall.

"GET OFF-" He demanded, a little panicked by this change in airazor. He struggled against the beating of her wings, a servo working to pry her off while the head he held in his other servo bit into her side as an attempt to pull her away.

It was too chaotic for him to notice the change in her optics But- he did have a feeling that this is something to do with that bad wing of hers... Surely she'll stop soon. Right?

He had no time to think about that however as he was literally fighting for his life against the crazed bird who is threatening him.

"Dammit-! Pull yourself together! It's me for primus' sake!"

[tyrannical-t-rex]

Date-?

Who asks for it:

[X ] Your muse asks mine

Type of date:

[X] Romantic Date

[X] First Date

Location for the date:

[X ] Restaurant   • [X ] Expensive/High Class   • [ ] Small and familiar  

[X] Nature  • [X] Beach    • [X] Forest      • [X] …and having a picnic

[X] Visiting a Museum

[X] Staying at home  • [ ] Watching movies  • [ ] Playing Video Games  • [X] Reading

[x] making something sweet for both of them to enjoy

The date might hopefully end with…

[X] …holding hands

[X] …a kiss

[X] …knowing each other better 

Should you reblog this?:

[ ] Yes. I want to send you one.

[ ] Yes.

[X] No.

[tyrannical-t-rex]

Here comes Tarantulas, up from lurking in the undercaverns and creeping across the wall. He drops to the floor to unfold into bipedal mode before trying to get Megatron's attention, at least.

"Megatron! We need to talk!"

Megatron seemed occupied doing something with the head of his alt mode. However he paused. There was an unamused expression on both the dinosaur 's head and his own faceplates as he heard who wanted his attention and to talk.

"What is it? It better be important otherwise I ask you to leave me."

[tyrannical-t-rex]

"Come on, dance with me. The Earth is spinning, we can't just stand on it."

Megatron was a little confused admittedly, chuckling at her words. "Are you sure?" He got close to her, taking her servos and swaying them. "I'm not the most confident with dancing~"

[tyrannical-t-rex]

What’s the worst thing about the canon you are writing? Have you tweaked the character from canon? If so, what did you tweak? Would you say that your portrayal is canon divergent or not? 

The worst thing:

I want to say the way he carries himself in canon, he always has this sort of attitude to say he is better than primal, but the moment it's otherwise he reacts in a certain way that it's hard for me to properly describe and sometimes it can interfere with how I write 😭

Have you tweaked the character from canon?

Probably? I gave him some more interests I suppose.

Would you say your portrayal is cannon divergent or not?:

Depends on what verse but, I like imagining a scenario where he accepts he's lost and has no idea what to do with himself. But the main verse is, beast machines didn't actually happen but I like to call it Megatron's fever dream in a jail cell.

[tyrannical-t-rex]

“I can smell you from down the hall,” Tarantulus yells through the door to Megatron’s personal rooms, smacking a leg against it. “What did you do now, you overpriced tea kettle?”

Great. Why does he have the spider bothering him?

Megatron heard everything from the yelling to the kick on the door, causing him to sink more into his bath with a groan.

"What do you want Tarantulus!" Megatron shouted back, strain being clear in his vocals.

Really he should questioned the others choice to call him an overpriced tea kettle. Whatever that meant.

"I didn't do anything." He muttered from his bath. He'd sink further in but he'd rather not. Wait- did he smell bad or something? Or did tarantulus just sniff out his usual scent?

[tyrannical-t-rex]

Just WAIT till you end up adopting one

... Anon no. Do not Jinx it. The great and mightly lord Megatron does not have time for the nonsense of sparklings. Maybe.

[tyrannical-t-rex]

Worst Quality: The blasted monologues. I could practically narrate them myself they're so dreadfully dramatic.. And predictable.

"As if I care what you think. You simply do not have a taste for the dramatic."

He couldn't help but smirk. "But if it means you're remembering them enough to predict them~ I must be on your mind often, little Dove."

Oh he's going there, he will prod at the bird who is keeping one of his soldiers from him.

[tyrannical-t-rex]

Insane? I was insane once. They locked me in a cell. A Predacon cell with rubber ducks. And rubber ducks make me insane. Insane? I was insane once. They locked me in a cell. A Predacon cell with rubber ducks. And rubber ducks make me insane. Insane? I was insane once. They locked me in a cell. A Predacon cell with rubber ducks. And rubber ducks make me insane. Insane? I was insane once. They locked me in a cell. A Predacon cell with rubber ducks. And rubber ducks make me insane. Insane? I was insane once. They locked me in a cell. A Predacon cell with rubber ducks. And rubber ducks make me insane. Insane? I was insane once. They locked me in a cell. A Predacon cell with rubber ducks. And rubber ducks make me insane. Insane? I was insane once. They locked me in a cell. A Predacon cell with rubber ducks. And rubber ducks make me insane.

"If I was insane, it wouldn't be because of a mere object, grey face."

He paused irritated by the repeated lines. "I think you'd drive me insane before the maximals..."

[tyrannical-t-rex]

The Tripredacus Agent regards the purple dinomech in front of her. "Well. I don't know what your worst quality is because I've known you for less than half a breem, but I knew Megatron well and intimately, and you definitely aren't Megatron. So why are you using his name?"

She sniffs the air. Ravage has always had an oversensitive nose. "I do approve of the lavender scented air here, though. Where is it coming from?"

"I do not care for how intimately you knew the leader of the decepticons," he started grimacing slightly. Why would he? That's not his business and doesn't serve him much of a purpose.

However, he couldn't help but smirk. "I may not be your Megatron, but he wasn't the first to bear that designation." He seemed to be pulling something out of his subspace, a book of sorts. "I could easily say your Megatron is an inspiration that I can be better... But, this book. It confirms I will be. For the Covenant of primus is mere prophesy. Prophesy of which I draw my name from."

That was all he was going to say on that. He didn't want to waste too much of this- ravage's time, placing away his book where he grabbed it from.

He soon grinned. Perhaps he's just a bit silly... You'd hope.

"Lavender? You have good taste then of you approve of my scent. I find a good smell boosts confidence. Something I feel the maximals lack any clue of."

[tyrannical-t-rex]

I’m thinking about making out with your Dino arm. Is it a good kisser?

"... excuse me?"

Just a mild look disturbance. "Why make out with that when the better pair of lips are up here?" The predacon smirked, his servo raising up to point at his dermas.