#megatron's marching song

[srkizer]

Megatron's Marching Song

Note: Parts marked with brackets [like this] serves as additional descriptions, instead of a part of lyrics.

(Megatron) Let's go! Line up! Louder! Yes! Heave-ho!

Ridding the nature from the planet, as if it mattered ever once everything becomes machines, (That'll do!) make rapid steps, without sleeping or taking a rest That'll make y'all more productive (Great!) With the joy of conforming to the standards No need for amino, but with pulse, future men will grow Working for the ideal society, let's'ragon Megatron

Once the machine body is yours, in all its glory (That'll do!) Personalities can go away; everyone is equal Sleeping or awake, y'all on wireless LAN School or exams can go away (Neat!) To build such future Lunches be skipped; make periodical Energon deposits (For the Space!) To animal lands, firmly saying no, Megatron

(Megatron) Hello, it's boku-chan[me]. It's been a while. I hate to tell you but I must; I can't make it there today. Eh? Uh, no, that's not it; I'm getting scolded right now. Yeah. I'm pretty sure that there's no way this time. No, really, I guarantee you that it's not happening. Even for Beast Wars standards, for this time once ever, I can't be making jokes around. Even for a Beast, when we're doing it, we really are doing it. It's not ha-has and ho-hos all the time; keep that in mind. Yes. Well, you know. It has been 8 whole years since whole Beast stuff happened. Oh, we did have so much fun as actors. They're saying that it's the world first "full CG robot battle animation series" in particular! It's even made in Canada! Yeah, Canada! The country from the song titled "Love Letter From [Canada]"! It's not a half-assed one. Returns[Beast Machines] though, it was pretty tough! Like, I was asked to change outfits. A bagworm outfit that is, with a enormous head, that kinda looked like a fly too. As if that wasn't enough, I even had to put Convoy costume on! Let me tell you, that costume was overused! Not only all that Convoy's sweat were infused into it, but also consider that his hairs were so thick! Every time I had to put it on, his hairs were all over me! That's why I hate organic creatures. What? "When are you coming next time", you say? No, to put it in other way, there is no "next time"! I'm dying! So I've thought to tell you my final words. I love you… What the heck? How dare they hang up on me!? Finally they get to know that I won't make it there ever again, and this is how they treat me? What a pity; they must have forgotten how many times I've been on! (Megatron huffing) Well, I did get toys, and movies[Japanese Beast Wars movie releases] for sure. I think I did make it up to the expectations. If I have some regrets, it's not having had enough number of subordinates. The one to remain to the last was "Bzzzzz, ah, I'm going down-"; how sad! At least, unlike some other gorilla's, mine are wiped clean. Just you wait, Scorpos[Scorponok], Terrorsaur, Inferno, Quickstrike, Rampage, Rampa- ah, well, hm, wotsit, one more; who was it? Think; it's that guy. Him! The one that went around saying pararirapararira[obnoxious motorbike sounds]; I can't remember who that was. Well that's annoying. Hm… Hey, pause the death sequence! Stop! I said stop! Can't you hear!? I got to think fast. No more time I got. Uh, Let's see, a-ka-sa-ta-na-ha-ma-ya-ra-[a-b-c-d-e-f-g-h-i-] sa-ta-na, sa-ta-na-, ta, ta… it was ta, I'm sure of it. ta… Oh, yeah, that's it, it's ta. Uh… Takashi Machine? No… Lesee, Tanokki[raccoon spelt wrong or smth], no, Tara-chan… hm? That's it! Tarans[Tarantulas]! It was Tarans! Finally! It's cool now!

Gorillas, rats, cats, poisonous spiders, (Hey!) falcons, bats, even the monster kid (Ho!) Recycle them, all at once! No transforms for them! (Altogether!) Running away on the stolen ship The planet reached at last only with a head is Seibertron[Cybertron] Even without a single being over there (Today too!) Electric boogaloo (One more time!) Dreaming the future full of machines, Megatron

[lets-try-some-writing]

Has anyone really thought about the fact that Bumblebee and Smokescreen pretty much grew up during war? I am sure people have, but have yall really THOUGHT about how that must have fragged them up in the head? It hit me earlier today, but I can imagine that there are just a ton of little things these two do that made perfect sense during the war, but now that the war is over, look really odd.

Bumblebee I imagine was raised to be very conservative with energon use. It was a treasured resource and there was no room for him to be playing around with it meaninglessly. I can see him getting angry at his team, yelling at them about ridiculous energon use as though he were still on the front lines trying to save as much as possible in case of an attack. Smokescreen I think would have been trained to function on minimal amounts of recharge to the point of it being scary for normal bots now that the war is over. Him just wandering around on night patrol, his gaze on the horizon looking for the tell tale signs of seekers or artillery strikes. I bet it freaks Bee's team out a lot.

Also Bumblebee and Smokescreen getting Bee's team playing games that they think are normal and fun, but are NOT in any way either of those. Something like tag but if you get caught you are electrocuted in order to teach you to keep moving. Games where instead of a ball, actual weapons are involved in order to improve reaction time. Random bombing drills made "fun" by songs and marching. Being taught to defuse explosives while working to the equivalent of Cybertronian kahoot music. Not to mention the bedtime stories and legends these poor sparks were told. I 100% believe that Megatron and the Cons were the boogiemen of their early lives.

So many things they see as normal, such as cleaning a weapon as a soothing action instead of, I don't know, going on a walk. Checking the security feed as their version of a break. Doing drills in the morning rather than having any fuel since again, fuel is precious.

So much crap that they think is normal but slowly realize is not and is just their wartime trauma.

I think I will write a fic about it to be honest.

[melishade]

Attack on Prime Chapter 57: Hizuru OVA Sneak Peak

Main Story

Wanna know about the conversation Hanji and Megatron had in chapter 56 before he and Mikasa left for Hizuru?

Megatron stared off at the port with a tired look in his optics. He didn’t even start this trip and he was already feeling exhausted. Instead of telling him a single day of what was supposed to happen, they told him the itinerary for the whole week. He led an army! He destroyed planets! How did he get reduced to a damn chauffer?!

“Hey, Buckethead,” Hanji sing-songed as she landed on his shoulder with her 3D Gear.

“You have five seconds before I remove you from my shoulder,” Megatron warned ominously.

“You know you can’t,” Hanji reminded.

“I don’t care,” Megatron growled, “I just might.”

“You’re the one who volunteered to take Mikasa to Hizuru,” Hanji reminded.

“And it’s a decision I’m coming to regret,” Megatron declared.

“I heard Eren threatened you,” Hanji leaned back, resting her palms on Megatron’s shoulder.

“Why should I care?” Megatron demanded.

“I think part of you kind of does,” Hanji shrugged.

“You must be a fool if you think that,” Megatron proclaimed.

“Well to be fair, no one here on the island really trusts you considering your track records and we’ve had to extensively hide that information from the public when you showed up,” Hanji explained, “Survey Corps are still scared of you because you keep threatening, insulting them, and make them feel like shit. Albeit toned down, it’s still pretty apparent since they avoid you as much as possible. The only one willing to talk to you is Optimus, and even that is still strained. And finally, the people in Marley trust this fake persona you’ve made and the moment they realize who you are, they would automatically turn their backs on you and want you dead.”

Megatron glanced down at Hanji in surprise at her explanation.

“But what do I know?” Hanji shrugged, “I’m just the mad scientist.”

Megatron lifted his digit and was fully ready to flick her off of his shoulder.

“Flicking me away won’t change the issue,” Hanji proclaimed, “You, like Levi, are someone that needs a little bit more of a push to confront their problems. So that’s why I’m here. I’m the only human who’s willing to talk to you and help you out in regards to your situation.”

Megatron lowered his servo and sighed. “And what do you propose for my predicament?”

“Making sure that Mikasa is safe for the duration of her trip,” Hanji answered, “Do that and everyone might be willing to trust you just a little bit more, which would also get you into Optimus’ good graces and help you make amends. If something does go wrong and Hizuru hates us, the blame just might go directly to you. So don’t fuck up, okay?”

Megatron didn’t respond to that. She was out of line, but she brought up a fair point. No one really trusted him and he wasn’t making it any easier for them. But he wasn’t going to lower himself to the level of these humans anyway.

“Another thing,” Hanji continued, “I know how little our world means to you, and why going to Hizuru will just be another boring human mission. But not for Mikasa. This is a really big deal for her. She’s going into an entirely different world from the one she is used to. She’s going to find out more about herself, her heritage, and her culture. I know you see her as an effective soldier, but at the end of the day, she is still a kid. A lot of them are. You don’t have to be interested in Hizuru. I’m certain you’ve seen wondrous things in your life that would pale in comparison to our world. All I’m asking, is for you to be considerate of Mikasa’s feelings and not to be so callous to her.”

Hanji chuckled a little bit before she patted Megatron’s shoulder. “Who am I kidding? That’s like asking Levi to smile. That would be impossible for you.”

Hanji jumped off of Megatron’s shoulder and landed on the ground with grace before waving ‘goodbye’ to him.

(This chapter will be publish either March 19th or the 20th. I enjoy the speculation)

[vudder]

Just watched the highly anticipated porno featuring Optimus Prime and Ratchet, and I have to say I really enjoyed it. The visuals were breathtaking, the lighting was beautiful, the set design was perfect (the whole room being painted a mix of gray and beige just immersed me in the story) the acting was good not award-winning but it got the job done, and the plot was razor-thin. And what I love most about this movie is it's message of embracing chaos and doing what you want, not caring what people think of you.

Guess I'll now talk about what happens in the movie...

Alright, so it starts out with Optimus lying in a hospital bed muttering to himself about how he got into this situation before nurse Ratchet came in, did whatever nurses do and takes a seat on the side of the bed. Optimus looked at him asks what's he doing here and he responds with, "I was tired of being at the scrapyard all day so I decided to work as a nurse at this hospital. They made me wear this cheap Halloween nurse costume they probably got from the local dollar tree. At first I enjoyed working here, it pays well, you tend to get sexually harassed by other nurses, and you get to be cruel to patients without any repercussions." Optimus then asks him what is it about working at the hospital that's got him down and Ratchet explains to him that it got really demanding and took a toll on his mental health. Optimus, of course, feels bad for Ratchet and hugs him and Ratchet hugs him back and they lock eyes lovingly, and, uh, yeah, you can tell what happens next. I'm not gonna spoil it for you, but I will say it gets very graphic. After they finished doing the deed, they cuddled up together and Ratchet whispered something about Megatron having Peyronie's disease into Optimus' audio receptor, causing him to chuckle. The two kiss and it cuts to black, and the credits are accompanied by the song "Sex On The Flag (Jezebeelzebuttfunk Mix)" by KMFDM.

Yeah, that pretty much all the happens. There is a 2 hour Director's Cut that you can get by repeatedly harassing people who work at AutoZone, I would do a review of it, but I'd rather focus on writing "Megatron's War Against Degeneracy Redux". Oh, and if this post does well, I'll review the Live-Action Kiss Players movie when it comes out March 3rd of this year.

[mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune]

My Ace Flag & Decepticon Symbol Buttons (2023)

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Credit for Transformers goes to Hasbro & Takara

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[Note: Don’t Reblog Without Permission...] 

[Edit On March 26, 2023: had to edit this....and also replace the word “badges with buttons”.......well I guess they were more like Button-Badges to me....]

I want to say that my plan was to still keep to not posting anything until a few days later, and there is a reason why I decided that, it’s just someone had made me unhappy, it just seem they were doing something on purpose despite me pointing out some important facts.....plus I am going to think over what to do about it, anyway a part of me wants to post a drawing I did of Blitzwing from TFA, that has to do with a Fan Headcanon about him, but maybe I will wait a few more days before I post it.....I think this will be the only post for today, and I will try to keep from posting else until maybe a few days later in this month or until maybe somewhere around April.     

I had to take a picture of the buttons that I had made,

well the Ace Flag Button one, was made on August 25, 2021...

while the Decepticon Symbol Button was made on March 21, 2023...

if I find the right colors, I can try using the colors Lavender/Violet, Light Turquoise, White, Ice Blue and Blue-Gray for the Aroaceflux Flag in Button form.

still not sure if many will even use it though, and I guess it’s fine if it’s just me that ends up using it for now.

so yeah, I drew a Decepticon Symbol on Paper, colored it and put it in a Button.....so that is my Decepticon Button, it might not be 100% perfect.

but it’s like, wanting to support the True Decepticon Cause, and not the whole bad stuff that some Decepticons have done that really has nothing to do with the real cause....

I am starting to think that Rose Quartz and Megatron have more in common than I had originally thought, and Megatron may have been part of the Council but took the form of Megatron or at first a Mech with no name until given the name “Megatron”, and he learned the dark truth, that while the Toxic-Rich that would become Autobots lived with out a care, there were others who are suffering, and it might be weird, but what if it turn out that Megatron was originally a Femme who was named after Solus Prime, like his original name was Solus and even as both Megatron and Solus, he tried to get the Council to listen but they always ignored both Megatron and Solus (who they had no clue were one in the same...) and I guess that is a weird theory, but it be interesting if it turned out to be true.....that would be a big plot twist.          

to take the picture of the two, I had to wear those buttons and then once I got the pictures taken, I started to do some editing and resizing of them a little and removing some parts that had to do with the shirt...

I know that not all Autobots are Bad, but they still have some Bad ones in their ranks, and even clueless ones who offline a Vehicon without a second thought.....yeah we are suppose to see the Autobots as the good guys, but the Autobots aren’t really 100% the good guys, because of their stupid corrupt caste system....

"Decepticons Get It Done, But Crystal Gems Do It Better."

(referencing the song "Brunettes Do It Better" by Kidforce.)

yeah I’m weird enough to view Steven Universe and Transformers having some similarities, at least Steven was able to finally get through to White, Yellow and Blue....

I think I will make a button that has to do with Steven Universe, next.

maybe not right now, but sometime I will...

so the Decepticon Button in this, is like a Honorary Type Thing....

like siding with the Decepticons who are still on the right path and fighting for the true cause, and not the whole conquering or destroying thing...

anyway when I do make some other buttons, I can post them on here sometime.......but it will have to be a long wait, so it can’t be this month.

so yeah in a Fan way, this Defective Earth Angel is becoming a Honorary Decepticon (even if it isn’t canon and is like more fan like.), but still like some of the Good Guy Autobots, but still know that half of the time, it will be the Autobots who will be in the wrong some percent of the time, same as the Decepticons....

anyway this time for sure, this will be it until a few days or so...and this will be the only post for today as well.

and yeah, when I can and if I can find the right color pencils and crayons to use, I will make a Aroaceflux Button that matches the new design I had posted some days ago...  

I’m going to check out some stuff on here while listening to Dark Horse by Katy Perry.  and I will try to keep myself from posting anything else up until a few more days this month or until April...

[a-life-revised]

He had wondered when the Medic was going to make his advance.

He just... hadn't expected a war machine to emerge. Every day, somehow an Autobot managed to take him by surprise.

Even still, he made sure Soundwave alerted others to stay out of the way- 'Let him pass unobstructed'. Megatron himself watched from the wall as Ratchet came to him, optics cycling at each thud, at the craftsmanship that came with such a thing. There was a level of desperation to it, a sort of last hurrah, a swan song. It didn't have to be, of course, but he must've felt his back to the wall, to come up with such a crude thing.

He wouldn't of wanted it, but even still, he had Megatron's respect for it.

"Open the doors to him," Megatron called, turning to march himself downstairs to greet him. He did, absently, wonder if Ratchet had spent any time recharging of fueling properly, when he'd been building that. ..Orion wouldn't like that, any, would he? Perhaps he should.. yes. He should let Orion know his friend was here. He'd like that, wouldn't he?

@a-life-revised

It was time to surface. He had run all tests. He had adjusted to his additional armor with every section he completed. He had checked combat movement and efficiency, repeatedly. There was no reason to delay further- he wished he hadn't needed to at all, but when one was down to their last chance, it should not be wasted recklessly.

So he did surface. And he slowly made his way to the source, the structure that Megatron gave his victory speech, walking silently and steadily with a single purpose. Ratchet's craftmanship may have made it seem his additional layers of armor were natural, were it not for the fact that, despite how many times it was folded in forging, the armor was still paintless, colorless, like the corpses the material was salvaged from. He almost resembled a ghost, some restless warrior of old who did not even have transforming blades, because at his side, he held a sword (again, of his making).

If he was noticed long in advance, so be it. If he was unnoticed until he needed to challenge individuals for entry and audience, well, that would be fine, too. In fact, as he walked, he highly doubted he would remain unnoticed. It did not take long for some to realize something was very off about his appearance, combined with carrying a weapon unsheathed, and he was well aware of Soundwave's surveillance capacity.

[silent-stalker]

Don't mind him, he's just sliding a sound bite into the comms chatter and sitting back to watch the chaos.

[jazz-miester]

Mars and Ares part 2

Pairing: N/A

Song: so you wanna start a war- kl

Warnings: n/a

An: Here ya go!

Tags: @lipoeghostie

There is no getting away with it. You will see him. You will meet him. And you must speak with him. But first, you must know.

Do not be timid. Even if you must pretend and your voice wavers and cracks. Do not be scared. He will respect you for trying even if you are oh so clearly afraid.

Speak your mind if you must. Be loud. Be clear in your opinions. Do not let others talk you down. Not even him. Especially not him.

Hold your head high. Shoulders straight and March towards your goals. He hates cowardice above all else.

They will call him many things. A monster, tyrant, murderer. He will let you think as much as well. Megatron will find glee in your horror. He will let you think he is harden and ruthless. He wants you to believe that he will be rid of you without a second thought.

So not let him deceive you.

See him for who he truly is. Listen to him. Watch him and what he does. He is ruthless on the battlefield, yes. But he does not prolong the suffering. He does not attack the defenseless and never does he leave a living mech behind.

He speaks loudly and with pride. Words to encourage his troops. Words that make you think.

Words are his most powerful tool. Listen and he will tell you things the Autobots rather keep hidden. Megatron will speak of his time as a slave. A lowly miner no one would think twice about. He will tell you how he and his fellow mech were treated. The pain. The hunger. Their sneering words. He will hide nothing of this time.

You wanted to know and he will tell you all.

Ask of his gladiator days and he will tell you of glory. Of power. Of Fame. He will tell you of Orion Pax, his once brother

They were ment to change the world.

And they did.

Megatron will tell you he had been betrayed. That Orion Pax had wanted to ease into one way or life and into another. No violence. No wars. And it would have. If all the injustices had gone away. If only it were that easy in the end Megatron had felt, violence, was his last, and most desperate call for action.

The brothers split. Orion Pax became Optimus Prime. Megatron had lost his way. It wasn't until now he had found it again. In a small group of seemingly useless people.

And in you.

In your unwavering words. In your kind heart and listening ears. The only human who dated to sympathize. The only one who reached out and asked. Why?

When Optimus comes to get you back he will see the change in his old brother. And in you. He won't ask what happened but he will lament the look in your eyes. He will fight to get you back.

And he will.

Easily.

Megatron does not want to lose the only one who listened.

Who dared to care for a damned mech like him.

[forgedcold]

It’s jarring to wake up to the sound of Baby Shark filling the entirety of the bridge, and even more so for the lights to be flashing in an assortment of colors synchronous with the song. Startled, Megatron sits up. “What is the meaning of this?” 

To his left, he hears a giggle, and then a tiny voice call out, “Hubba, again, again!”

Megatron looks only to see his alternate - his bitlet of an alternate - with a hand on his head to imitate a shark fin and dancing along to the song. Ah. Exasperated, he pinches the bridge of his nose, Baby Shark throbbing in his audials. 

“Hubble, enough.”

The song stops at once, the lighting switches back to normal, and there’s a high-pitched squeal of protest. “Hey!” 

Megatron lets his arm fall back to his side, watching as the tiny warlord marches up to him. “Me wistening to dat!”

“It’s bed time,” he counters. “And you’re sick. You need to rest.”

“Me not sick!”

“Stop yelling.”

The pint-sized tyrant huffs. “Fine den.” He seems to recover quickly as he suddenly reaches up, making grabby hands at him. “Uppies.”

“Excuse me?”

“Uppies.”

“Use your manners.”

His alternate rolls his optics. “Or else.”

Despite himself, Megatron smirks, noting that if he ever had a brood of his own, that is what he would teach them to say instead of please. Relenting, he carefully lifts the bitlet up, setting him on his lap. He watches as he pulls a rather large book from his subspace and then a blanket. Reaching out with the book, he asks, “Wead dis to me?”

“Very well.” Megatron takes the book and notes the title - The Ugly Duckling. “You like this one?” 

“My favowite,” he answers as he sits and makes himself comfortable against his chest, pulling the blanket over him.

“I see,” he says as he opens the book, holding it low enough so that the tiny warlord can see the pictures. It takes much longer than expected to get through the story, and not only so his alternate could stop and admire the pictures. Rather, he was thoroughly engaged, laughing at his voices, asking him to go back to his favorite parts and read them again, and asking questions, like why everyone was so mean. “Me feel wike ugwee duckwing. Me still wooking for family.”

Megatron’s expression softens, his spark endeared. “Try to get some sleep, hm? It can help with those feelings.”

“You pwomise?”

“I promise.”

“Fank you for weading to me, Meggietwon. Good night.”

“Good night.” Not having the spark to move him, Megatron lets him fall asleep on his lap, cuddled warmly against his chest. 

[eatyourdamnpears]

oooo, fun! thanks for the tag, Marz!

January: MEGATRON by Nicki Minaj (okay??)

February: The Last of Us by Gustavo Santaolalla (interesting)

March: Natasha and Anatole by The Great Comet Original Cast Recording (godfuckingdamn it, I knew The Great Comet would come up, for some reason it comes up on Spotify for me every day despite me not listening to it ever. it’s gotten to the point where I can’t stand that musical anymore because of it)

April: Why Am I Like This? by Orla Gartland (uh-oh)

May: Forever … (is a long time) by Halsey (uh-oh as well?)

June: Missing You by The Starlites (oh???)

July: Water Fountain by Alec Benjamin (so far I listen to none of these songs on a regular basis. I hate how my Spotify shuffles things)

August: Sign of the Times by Harry Styles (finally, some good fucking food)

September: Long Story Short by Taylor Swift (hmmm. the end of an era, perhaps?)

October: Devil’s Resting Place by Laura Marling (what a spooky little tune for spooky season!)

November: All Things End by Hozier (DEFINITELY the end of an era)

December: Beautiful by Bazzi (Bazzi is also one of those artists that constantly comes on shuffle for me that I can no longer stand)

tagging whoever wants to do this!

i wanna start a tag game so: let your spotify predict your 2024!

shuffle your on repeat playlist, and the first twelve songs represent your 2024

january- guns and ships- hamilton (idek what this could represent but okay)

february- we fell in love in october- girl in red (PLEASE)

march- say no to this- hamilton (…i have nothing to say about this)

april- castles crumbling- taylor swift ft hayley williams (damnit sad month then?)

may- you’re losing me- taylor swift (FUCK TWO SAD MONTHS?? breakup songs are even worse now that im actually in a relationship. please. better not be accurate)

june- astronomy- conan gray (please stop why am i having so many sad songs)

july- stoned- ed sheeran (oh fuck this)

august- new year’s day- taylor swift (hm okay. idk what to say about this)

september- heather- conan gray (i consider heather to be a happy song AND it’s mine and my partners song so i’m taking this as a good one)

october- 18- one direction (yessss we’re going okay now)

november- king of my heart- taylor swift (YESSS)

december- all too well (ten minute version)- taylor swift (i take it back ugh)

no pressure tags!!- @autumnleavesforwinter @weeping-in-the-willows @swiftieannah @felizusnavidad @jittyjames @anixknowsnothin (please help me get this off the ground, but also if this flops you saw nothing)

[pastelgrungewrecker]

Fumes And Funeral Arrangements

And it's go boys go They'll time your every breath And every day you're in this place You're two days nearer death But you go

It was only meant to be a few days- Just a quick refuel, a shallow cruise to restock and refresh but something wanted them to stay. The engines rumbled and hissed in disagreement and both scientists called for them to be powered down for fear of something shorting or worse-

They all remembered the bad jump all those years before.

When Megatron broke his methodical gait to slam his hand on the emergency closure switch on the exit hatch; optics wild and bellowing for facemasking and respirators they all stared in shock until Rodimus’s face twitched.

“RATCHET, DO WHAT HE SAYS!”

It was an old nerve agent, explained Megatron once every face was covered, every airlock sealed; it had been banned, but neither side would give up that easy- he compared it in hushed whispers to Gideon’s Glue, he watched Perceptor and Brainstorm shudder and bid them explain.

And in the kind of church-hum you spoke the Devil’s name in, they did. How it could so silently target your lines, how it cracked and shattered your cabling and rotted away your optics from connection to gauze cover and how it smelled so sweet until your life leaked from your face and you began to feel yourself shut down.

“It was supposed to be collected by drones.”, murmured Perceptor as Brainstorm looked to the side in barely covered disgust, “But when. When the MTO program was so successful they...”

“Used some of them as disposable workers, as you all know.”, finished the jet, drumming servos against his faceplate, “Drones are good, but they don’t have the power to bust into new veins, to cart back enough supply to meet demand.”

And Rodimus remained quiet, his face twisting and twisting until the flares of his helm became Lucifer’s own crown and his baby blue optics looked like dying dusklight.

“I’m taking a team in.”, he said quietly.

Cyclonus seemed amused, the edge of his lipplates quirking up slightly, “Will you be taking a team?”

“Yes. Megs, Ratchet, both scientists. Whirl, Magnus, Drift. You’re all with me. We’ll radio back what we find, and if we need more hands.”

“Why?”, asked Megatron, optics narrowed in something like pride.

“There’s no mass disposal.”, said Rodimus, “There’s no transport pads at that process plant. There’s nothing- but two barrack buildings and the shell of a medic block.”

Perceptor looked at him in shock, “....They’re trapped. It’s a company line- those mechs are...”

“Nyon was like that. I hated it then and I hate it more now.”, spat Rodimus, “And now I got some oomph to my demands, right?”

“Very well, Captain.”, said Cyclonus quietly, “I will guard your ship. Go right our wrongs.”

=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=

Their steps were heavy as they entered the wide maw marked ‘Entrance’. Ratchet surged forward towards the lines and belts ahead of them, calling for everyone to clear the area, to step back and let the mech vent.

An older model frame, servotips near melted away and the telltale stains at the edges of lipplates and corners of optics as they choked and coughed. Ratchet knelt quickly, panelling on his arms clicking away and open as he began to connect lines and set a scan before a hand covered his.

“Nah medic, nah, nah, nah...”, they gagged, “Lemme go, please lemme go.”

“I can help you-”

“Just make it stop hurtin’, medic- I’ve breathed the poison, there’s no saving me.”

The rest of the team caught up as the linelead stomped forth- a meeting of two stormcells on the burning room floor. They scoffed, bellowing for Ratchet to stand back and for the fallen mech to get back to work- Until Megatron’s bellow silenced every vocoder with a single sentence.

“SILENCE, LINELACKEY.”

The fear was suddenyl palpable as Ratchet then looked up with hate in his optics and reached into his supspace. With gentle words, quiet whispers he handed a thick painchip to the mech in their death throes and they looked at him with such gratitude it made his chest ache.

And then the dose was administered and their optics went dim and Ratchet watched their pulse slow and fade until there was nothing.

Rodimus walked forward, his stepping measured and controlled and leaned down- gently removing the protective gear he could see (oh, how little there was) and tucking it under his arm.

He stared at the linelead, let their stammer of “PRIME” fall on deaf audials before he nodded to Megatron. He looked to his team.

“Fall in, mechs. This place needs a little.... help.”

Brainstorm marched towards the vats and crushers, digging in a repurposed briefcase with Perceptor at his side and the pistol holsters deployed and ready. Ratchet nodded once, disconnecting and stood tall as he waved at the first line to put down their duties and follow him- a hand to his comm and calling for the medbay to report to the shell of a medical block.

The line leaders began pouring in from all corners, spitting their demands until they sputtered into nothing as they watched Megatron’s grand hand seal like a vise around the first fool’s neck and pry his authority from him like boiled crab shells.

Rodimus adjust his facemask, hooking the optic covers over his helm and wanting to commit cruelty at how well they fit.

“Foreman, what line should we run full first?”, he asked, looking to Megatron.

Surprised, and somehow proud, Megatron chuckled.

“Line four, power down and do a resync- breaktime!”, he barked, “I’ve got your replacements right here!”

He gestured at the lineleaders in front of him, and smiled with his fangs on display, “And they’re just happy to be here, right boys?!”

Rodimus stepped forward, shoving the too-clean bullies forth towards the line- threatening as they once did with kicks and snarls and threats he was all too willing to carry out until the hum and roar of machines was deafening.

Megatron doled out tasks, Rodimus calling measurements and backup as he did- watching as the one-time leaders still tried their tricks on mechs who had no qualms about killing. About righting wrongs by force.

Watching as someone stood too tall in their pedes, talking down to Brainstorm only to be forcefully turned and having Perceptor’s silent pistol under a chin- a lesson in the only language egomaniacs sometimes understand.

And Rodimus took a place as well- at the edge of the line, hands uncovered and sorting raw mineral chunks on the belt leading into a pulverizer. And as he got the rhythm, as the pattern came slowly back- he began to sing.

The old songs, the heavy melodies of mechs who new they’d die on the job- and he watched as the workers who’s lines were slowing at Megatron’s command joined in and reminded the bullies working Line Four that they were so very outnumbered.

“That- That’s a rebellion song!”, hissed a lineleader, optics darting to and from, “Don’t you give them any damned ideas, Sir Prime-”

“Do you know where I’m from?”, asked Rodimus as his tune was carried by a hundred other voices.

“...N. No sir.”

“Nyon.”, he said with an acidic smile, “I know your type, your kind of person. First, I’m gonna teach ‘em you aren’t as strong as you think you are. Then, I’m gonna teach ‘em the song. Pray I don’t teach ‘em you aren’t impervious to bullets.”

The silence and fear was palpable as he went back to singing- as there was a clatter and the rare sound of old Altihexian dockhands swearing the air black and blue like a bruise.

As lineleaders saw respirators and optic covers and heavy aprons passed around to workers- as a few were follish enough to complain that lower workers didn’t need protection- didn’t deserve to breathe easy or see clearly and then Megatron was behind them, snarling for them to get back to work-

“EYES DOWN, RATES UP BOYS- YOU AREN’T PAID TO COMPLAIN!”

Rodimus smiled as he watched the lineleaders stutter, stammer, trip and fail and face the same consequences they doled out.

Rodimus’s comm lit up with updates on the state of the workers around them- as Magnus loomed over a foreman’s door and heart the terrified rattling of armor behind it before a heavy-armored peded smashed it down with a single kick and he forced his way in amidst terrified howling.

And the intercom crackled to life, Magnus’s voice tight and cold and angry as he listed violations and broken codes- as he announced his communiques and blared the answers from owner’s voices; begging and pleading with him to do anything but expose them.

To the sound of Cybertronian voices calling for transports and bridging- and Rodimus led the worker songs with Megatron grinning at him and keeping the time with his pede.

The sound of ships in the air, of a marching squad and the shock on the faces of new forces as Rodimus wiped the grit from his face and pulled the cover off his optics.

“Welcome to The Apology Of Primus.”, he said, his smile not reaching his optics, “I hope you all are ready for an adventure- If anyone asks? It was an... anonymous tip, got it?”

The lineleaders froze, shaking as Megatron laughed and discarded his foreman’s gear in a pile.

“Shall we help with cleanup them, Captain?”, he asked cheekily.

“Of course, Megs.”, said Rodimus in sarcastic disdain, “You know I’m just a STICKLER for taking out TRASH!”

The humming of the regular working crew sounded around them as lineleaders voices rose in one begging, bargaining crescendo.

[srkizer]

taking a look at beast wars tag while listening to megatron's dying breath song megatron's marching song was an amazing experience

[storyrecorder-au]

request! Tfa!optimus prime & "battle against the true hero"by jenny!

I always imagine tfa optimus endgame battle,whenever I hear this song!

Oh boi this is FUN

"Every hero have to make a serious choice"Optimus said before he hold the Magnus Hammer.

"Fight with honour make the rivals fear your voice"he said as he turned around to look at the others.

"Die in battle to perpatuate your name or run from danger just to live another day"he remembers the line he read in history book.

"Real heroes never fear the pain or death.Every soldier fight until their final breath"he looked at the others with a smile before snapped on his mask.

"Dedicating all their lifes to just one cause..."he sighed before he fly to the sky with his jetpack.

"Serve the kingdom and apply the rules and laws"he remembers what Ultra Magnus had told him once.He grips the handle of the hammer tightly.

"Years of training giving all your blood and sweat.Get to the point where nothing is a threat"

Optimus closed his optics before getting ready to face Megatron.He's not afraid of him anymore.After the many battle with the Decepticons, he's prepared.

"Every battle will be just another day.Every human's just another one to save"

Optimus took a quick glance on the humans.After many days of protecting them from the Decepticons,he's glad to save them again.

"Raising their spears to the sky. Loyal soldiers keep marching on"

Optimus raised the hammer to the sky,ready for using it while keeping himself stable on the sky.

"Shouting in one clear voice"

His team heard him giving them orders to lead for their victory in a one very clear voice.

"Every single dream they have"

Optimus remembers how the others always talking about the dream they want to archives.

"Honor the ones who were gone. Fighting for the same noble cause"

Optimus remembers how Prowl honoring his master's sacrifice and fights for the future of Cybertronians.

"Away from home in the wild.Trying to survive alone"

Optimus remembers how brave his youngest teammates,Bumblebee and Bulkhead when fighting even tho they're so far away from Cybertron.Their planet,their home.

"Just because we fight,it doesn't mean.We don't have our own fragile hearts"

Optimus remembers Ratchet,fighting bravely on the outside but broken in the inside.

After the fight,

"If we could,we would go back in time.So we could prevent all these wars"Optimus spoke softly to Megatron who's cuffed.The warlord only stare at him.Not showing any glimpse of rage or anger.

"The real heroes stand until the end.But the biggest fight is inside"

Optimus look outside by the large window,staring at the stars and space.He look calm but he's not.

"Feelings clashing while you pretend.That the bloodstains one day will dry"Optimus shudders from the voice of Sentinel's insult back then when he got kicked out from the academy.

"Then you hear this voices in your head.Telling you it will be alright"

Then he remembers his teammates.His friends,his family.How they're standing with him till the end.

"But your heart keeps telling you again.Real heroes don't have to fight"

He closed his optics,telling himself that everything's is fine now.The war is over.

WOOO THAT FEELS GOOD

ALTERNATE TIMELINE: Winning timeline.Prowl lives!Also some drama in the possible future ;)

[piccolosniccolo]

Decepticon Wind Ensemble AU Expansion

Part 2 of 2. Characterizations of the Decepticons if they were in a High School Wind Symphony.

C o l l e g e. It’s great! But so time consuming lol. I had planned to get this done in August, but I had forgotten what school is like. So anyway, here’s part two!    

Trumpet

Blitzwing: In marching band, he’s the section leader who will make you do fifty pushups for every minute you show up late. In wind ensemble, he’s the quiet guy who silently judges his section for not practicing. In jazz band, he’s bat shit insane.

Ratbat:  The most arrogant member of the program. He has the confidence to back his skills, but he does not understand that dynamics other than ‘blastissimo’ exist.

Dragstrip: Started the tradition where the trumpets in the program will attempt to sacrifice a clarinet before a contest. Barricade is the primary target.

Wildrider: Hosted an after-performance party at the local McDonalds. He is now banned from the local McDonalds.

Motormaster: He once tripped on a Tuba in the stadium when he was trying to cut in line. This created a domino effect in the trumpet and trombone sections. It is said that Megatron switched from double shot to triple shot energy drinks on that day.

Brawl: Will miss his step-offs 95% of the time.

Bonecrusher: He can only play one scale. He can read music and he has the practice sheets, yet he can only play one scale. His auditions take twenty minutes.

French Horn  

Octane: Will fight you if he catches you saying that Mellophones and French Horns are the same thing. No one will save you.

Flywheels: The only pieces of music he likes to play are chorals. Sure, he says he practices other tunes, but you that he’s lying.

Ramjet: He only listens to music by The Beatles. Their CDs are on 24/7.  He can play the French Horn solo in “For No One.” He always asks Megatron if they can play their music in the stands.

Waspinator: The only reason why he chose to play French Horn was because he thought it looked cool.

Mixmaster: Does Tik Tok dances during marching rehearsal. The scary part is that he’s gotten others to join him.

Trombone

Scourge: Cried tears of happiness when DCI decided to accept trombones into the sport. This is all he practices for now.

Scorponok: His purpose in life: to add a trombone mouthpiece onto whatever instrument he can get ahold of. He then attempts to play this new instrument during rehearsal. Chaos ensues.

Rumble: Organized the trombone section to go to Sonic during rehearsal to get milkshakes. When Megatron noticed, it was too late. They were already running into the sunset.

Frenzy: His goal is to reenact every vine with a trombone. He cannot be stopped.  

Reflector: He accidently threw his slide from the stands into the football field and knocked a football player out. The entire stadium was silent for ten seconds. He is no longer allowed to attend football games.

Bass Trombone

Overlord: Feels as if it is his responsibility to say the lewdest comments during rehearsal. He does this to get Megatron’s attention, but Megatron is particularly good at ignoring him. The other remembers of low brass? Not so much…

Euphoniums

Nickel: The only one keeping the euphoniums from descending into further chaos.

Clobber: Plays Animal Crossing during rehearsal. It’s a blessing from Primus that there has not been a collision on the marching field… yet.

Vortex: Always has the tendency to be flat. He never fixes this before rehearsal even though he’s been told to do so 20 million times.

Blast Off: Always has the tendency to be sharp. He never fixes this before rehearsal even though he’s been told to do so 20 million times.

Tubas

Crankcase: All of his friends are in band so he can’t leave.

Strika: The captain of loading crew. She makes sure the percussion equipment is loaded into the truck properly, and she makes sure the freshman put their stuff in the right place. She is not responsible for anyone getting run over.  

Breakdown: He once had a marimba fall on him. That was not a good day.  

Longhaul: After every rehearsal, he’ll play the first few measures of the Veggie Tales theme song. He’ll do this for five minutes.  

Onslaught: Responsible for getting “Vehicle” taken out of the stand tune rotation. He’s on thin ice with “Hey Baby.” The band has agreed to fight him if that happens.

Piano

Kaon: He has perfect pitch. He’s an auditory learning god. If you think you’re good, listening to him play makes you lose your faith in pursuing music as a career.

Harp

Nova Storm: You’ll find her in orchestra more often than you’ll find her in band. The only reason she’s there is because she’s working on applications for music conservatory and needs the practice.

String Bass

Shadow Striker: Like Nova Storm, you’ll find her in orchestra more often than you’ll find her in band. However, she’s an honorary member of percussion, so you can find her in the back room with them.

Drum Kit

Tesarus: The only person in the program who yells more than Starscream. This is because he has lost hearing due to his tendency to forget to wear earplugs. He also has his own band. They have rehearsal in his garage.  

Percussion

Sixshot: The king of multitasking. He can play the marimba with six mallets, and he is the tenor drum in drumline. He’s currently learning how to play piano and string bass

Quake: Always has first dibs on playing the snare drum. He will sabotage any attempt to take it from him.

Helex: Always takes the Timpani. He just wants the big solo moments.

Ion Storm: Vapes in the percussion back room. Accidently caused the fire alarm to go off during rehearsal. No one followed fire drill procedures.

Dirt Boss: The first to enter the percussion back room and the last to leave. What crimes does he commit? Sorry, but you’re not allowed to know that.

Crumplezone: Wrote “Elongated Muskrat” on the white board. Then he surrounded it with the cowboy hat emoji. Is it a death threat? A cry for help? A sign of the rapture? No one knows.

Jhiaxus: You never know what he’ll be doing next. From chimes to the gong to the cymbals to the Bongo drum, you’ll never expect what choices he’ll make.

Ransack: Purposefully reenacted the “Star Spangled Banner Cymbal Fail.” He is no longer allowed to play the cymbals.

Choir

Cyclonus: You might see him in the band hall. You might see him hanging out with band kids. You may even see him at football games and concerts. Don’t be mistaken, though. He is not in band.

[thenamesblurrito]

Astrotrain/Spacewarp dude. Record, for the main four Decepticons finding their relics? Ask meme.

Record: give us an in-character blurb about x thing or event in this AU, from history, from the plot, etc!

Written as a fic excerpt instead of in-character, but hey I got it done. Bonus points to anybody who spots the furmanism!

Also the hellsite’s readmore is broken, I hate this.

Starscream shuffled closer to the meager shelter of the arch, folding his wings in tight against the wind. Skywarp huddled behind him, and Thundercracker hadn’t even left the doorway. Megatron, however, braced himself out on the tarmac of the Academy’s elevated landing strip. His fierce grin, turned towards the force of the tempest, was illuminated just enough by his optics to make out over the distance. Lightning writhed in the tangle of clouds that had swallowed the sky overhead, and the wind-driven rain splattered in buckets against every surface. A chunk of debris from a shattered outbuilding slammed into the side of the hangar and dropped into the pile of other detritus quickly accumulating not far from the trine’s position.

“Why is he even out here?” Skywarp shouted over the gale, difficult to hear even though he was right next to Starscream’s audial.

“How should I know?” Starscream yelled back. “Probably to get inspiration, or emotional power, or some other scrap that he prizes over surviving!”

Another tongue of lightning lashed the sky above them and the following whip-crack of thunder shook the hangar to its foundations. Starscream was half a second from marching back to the door and leaving the melodramatic idiot out there to die alone, but a powerful blow from the gale winds pinned him to the wall. Megatron, bereft of the support of the hangar arch, went sprawling, skidding backwards and rolling pedes over helm like just another piece of debris until he thwacked into the wall only a few meters from them.

“That’s it!” Starscream howled. He left Skywarp to give Megatron a hand, instead fumbling his way to the door and shoving in past Thundercracker.

“I’ve been dragged into hundreds of stupid plans in all my vorns stuck with you, but this one was the worst!” Droplets flew from his frame as he whipped around to jab a finger at a bedraggled Megatron, clinging to Skywarp. “You can stay here and ‘appreciate the fury of the storm’ all you’d like, dumbaft, but I am going back down into a proper building with solid walls and waiting this out like a sensible person with survival instincts!”

“Don’t you feel it, though? The gravitas?” He wore the same smile Starscream had seen over and over again: the one that appears when he sees something awful and immediately wants to emulate it. “It’s like the darkness is alive. This isn’t any ordinary storm! This is a calamity.”

“You’re a calamity!”

“Uh, guys?” Thundercracker muttered, unheard over the storm outside and the brewing argument.

“No, there is something out there,” Megatron said, shoving off of Skywarp. “Didn’t you see it, or were you too blinded by its terror? Could you not experience the majesty within the dread? Do you so cling to the light that you cannot bear the shadow for fear of drowning in it?” He paused. “I should write those lines down.”

“Guys?”

“Here’s a line for you, with small words so you can understand: You! Are! Stupid! We shouldn’t have flown you up here! What if the stairwell is locked? If we’re stuck in this hangar, I promise I will make sure you don’t enjoy it.”

“Guys, please!”

“WHAT?” The two turned to look at Thundercracker, who was still staring out the door. Skywarp had joined him, and they both seemed nervous.

“Was the thing you saw like that thing?” he squeaked and pointed up.

As all four of them clustered in the doorway, lightning illuminated an enormous square of sheet metal and durasteel, hovering in the wind like some predatory bird among a swarm of other fragments of buildings. It tumbled one way, soared another, mesmerizing in the way it spun, and they watched it for a long frozen moment before another gust slapped it directly at the hangar.

If asked about this later, Starscream will deny ever shrieking, instead insisting that he smoothly sprung away from the door towards the stairwell along with the other three. His siblings, however, would delight in detailing the way his voice broke in the middle of his terrified screech and how he had to scrabble for purchase against the puddles covering the floor. Each youngling made a mad dash for the other side of the hangar and the safety of the stairs. The howling gale covered their frantic pedesteps—that and the sound of the flying metal wall exploding through the roof.

The only thing Starscream could think, clutching in desperation at Thundercracker and clenching his plating against the sting of a rubble avalanche, was that this was so much worse than turbulence.

The enormous projectile went clean through the top of the hangar and slid through the back wall, crashing down into the library section of the main building below. Starscream only registered bits of it: a beam from the ceiling sweeping him and Thundercracker off the side, the sudden presence of the rain again, a flash of Megatron’s green paint in a rush of falling concrete, a great shattering thunder as the roof below them caved in. His grip on his sibling’s arm never faltered.

The sudden jolt of deceleration didn’t register to him as much as being pelted with datatrax instead of debris. Opening his optics—when had he closed them?—he found himself in a thoroughly ruined library. Records and datapads rained from splintered shelves along with the deluge coming through the hole in the ceiling. The flying wall stood embedded in the floor like a monument to its own destructive force. Starscream blinked away the fugue and looked—Thundercracker beside him, wincing but not obviously wounded, Megatron groaning atop a chunk of steel, and yes, there’s Skywarp, dazed but standing. He let his helm flop back down against Thundercracker’s thigh in relief.

He heard Megatron wheeze as he clambered to the ground, then take a deep vent, before, “FRAAAG YOOOU TOOOO, YOU SLAG SUCKING STOOOORM!”

Starscream grunted in rare agreement.

“Why do you hate everything?” Thundercracker moaned.

“Because the world is broken,” Megatron roared. “and there’s nothing I can do to fix it!”

“What,” Starscream muttered and propped himself up to watch him stomp back and forth.

“I want to revel in the glory of the sky, not wonder if this was a manipulated event! I’d rather be terrified of Cybertron’s natural roiling power than at the possibility that the weather department whipped this up deliberately to destroy an institution that so openly defies functionism!” Fists clenched and dentae bared, Megatron paced in a fervent energy he usually only reached during a performance, sneering up into the rain. “The students accepted to this academy are the best and brightest younglings in all of Cybertron and the colonies! Why then must I suspect that the functionist regime was willing to wipe out the hundreds of us here to eliminate a potential threat?”

“Holy hand, does everything have to turn political for you?” Skywarp sprawled onto a pile of records and flung his arm over his face.

“YES!”

He made an impressive figure, Starscream had to admit to himself. Pedes planted, optics blazing, and fist raised defiant, Megatron looked less like the moody, melodramatic youngling rebel he knew and more like some commander out of the history books. A lyric from one of his songs filtered through his mind: To war, I’ll roar, until I rage no more.

“We are being deceived! Our government, the ones whose duty ought to be the protection and guidance of the people, have instead betrayed us by turning frametypes into a measurement of personhood! We are told to despise our fellows for simply having been forged in different shapes, and no one is aware enough to realize we all share the same suffering! We are directed to labor only in the manner dictated to us, when true quality is only attained by the dedication and skill of those who are not forced away from the work they want to do! What freedoms we have are a pittance, tossed to us as an afterthought by tyrants.

“The only solution to tyranny is anarchy! Every scrap of resistance is worth something!” Megatron spread his arms and yelled into the storm, “I’ll stand alone if I have to! Has Primus left me without support?”

“Yup,” Thundercracker grunted.

“Nooo…” Skywarp raised a limp servo before letting it flop back down.

“I’ll have to check my schedule,” Starscream said.

“It doesn’t matter!” He ignored them. “I accept it! I will have no function from my oppressors, but this I declare as my very PURPOSE!”

At first Starscream thought Megatron had been struck by lightning. The instant blinding light, the shockwave, the wash of charge and sound that whited out his every sensor, it all seemed to fit. He unwound slowly from his reflexive curled position, still blinking at a luminous afterimage of his friend burned into his optics. But the room wasn’t burnt. Megatron huddled on the floor, shuddering, but not a molten mess of slag.

“Wha-att,” voice breaking, he had to pause and reset his vocalizer. “What the frag was that?”

Thundercracker shuffled to a sitting position with a spooked expression. “Lightning? Power cables snapped?”

“Are you okay?” said Skywarp, the only one of the three who had rushed to check on him.

“Yeah,” croaked Megatron. “I… I think I’m the best I’ve ever been.”

“Holy slag, he’s actually gone insane now,” Starscream said.

He and Thundercracker jumped up to look for themselves. Megatron unfurled haltingly. His left arm he kept clutched to his chest until the end, revealing at last a glowing white hexagon. It was a plaque of some sort, with some stylized picture on one side that Starscream couldn’t make out. Only about a finger’s width thick but as wide as his face, it was not unlike a datatrax but for its shape and intricately etched surface. Also the fact that it began hovering a few spans above Megatron’s hand.

“What the pit-” Skywarp yelped, skittering backwards.

Megatron just stared, entranced. “It… speaks to me. It’s connected to me, I think.”

“Starscream, he’s actually-actually gone insane now,” Thundercracker hissed.

He didn’t bother replying. There was just, something, something there, maybe. If he looked a little harder, Starscream thought, he’d be able to see it. The thing pirouetted and pulsed like it was—like it was alive, and he found himself tingling all over with a knowledge that he was in the presence of something powerful beyond mortal measure. Or maybe the tingle was genuine waves of power it emitted, he didn’t know, but he wanted to know, and he wondered if Megatron would just be willing to share for a moment—

“Uhm? There’s more of them!”

Skywarp’s panic made him look, and there they were. Three more hexagons, scattered in an alcove made by piled debris a couple meters away, not yet glowing but certainly more shiny than the dust-turned-mud should allow. Thundercracker grabbed a piece of rebar and made to nudge them into the rubble, but Starscream snapped, “Wait.”

He and Skywarp turned to look at him incredulously. Starscream worked his jaw for a moment, gaze fixed on those three things, then dragged his helm back around to look at Megatron. He stared at him, orange optics glinting white with the thing’s glow. There was a challenge there, and encouragement, and maybe, just maybe, some hint of that power Starscream felt still filtering out across his frame.

“I—”

His siblings seemed scared. He was more scared of allowing the moment to pass than of the danger of this unknown.

“I want one.”

[tfw-no-tennis]

mtmte liveblog issue 17

and we’re back!

phew I had to take a hiatus to work on other projects but now that those are done I'm baaaack

god I'm SO fucking excited for this arc, I fucking love it 

OH NO TAILGATE...I almost forgot...this poor little dude

REMAIN IN LIGHT BABEYYYYY!!! I fucking love that title, talking heads is probably my favorite band Ever, and that album is one of my favorites, so when I first saw it here I was super excited lol. it’s such a good title, both for the album and for this arc

tailgate goes right to cyclonus ;_; hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

also...I just love the way milne draws cyclonus, he’s the perfect mix of terrifying and handsome, and also goth

ohhhhh I forgot about the framing device used here, with rodimus in jail later on in this arc, narrating retrospectively 

cybercrosis, add that to this list of amusing robo-puns, as a play on (I'm assuming) necrosis, aka tissue death

oof, ratchet saying that tailgate ‘lived a full life,’ which is fucking brutal because we as the readers know that isn't true :( 

tg is right tho, it seems v uncommon for tfs to die of old age. that's some shit luck right there, espec bc tg is basically a baby who was asleep for 6 million years 

ratchet talking abt pharma and looking at his hands...I See That

ratchets bedside manner leaves a bit to be desired hvbhjdsubfjsd jesus dude

and then there's cyclonus, whos also pretty terrible at being tactful

AUGHHHH and then cyclonus, like the emotionally repressed icon he is, goes and claws his own face up in grief rather than express any emotion to tailgate :( I'm in physical pain thanks

rodimus is like, wait...informing my crew about my actions? lmao? uhh what quest...oh yeah we’re on a quest. yeaaaah whatever man

the portal helllllll yessssssss

poor tg drinking away his impending death

oh man, chromedomes weird fucked up skeleton arm

rodimus hhvbhjaudsfbjaskdf he’s like yeahhhh I'm not even gonna pretend to indulge in democracy, we are GOING thru that giant ass space portal whether you fools like it or not

AND THERES THE MFING MOON BABEYYYY!

luna 1!!!!!! they found the missing moon BY ACCIDENT, fucking iconic 

still cant believe rodimus’s office is HOT PINK with a FLAME DECAL around the door. unreal

awww I love percy 

rodimus, in a shocking show of maturity, admits that rung was correct to be harsh with him about the whole overlord thing 

the squad gettin together ayyyy

rodimus reminding us all that this ISNT just a party ship full of frat boys, people have DIED

when you see tg and realize that that was cyclonus’s request ;_; 

aughhh and cyc saying ‘never hope. hope is a lie.’ that kills me man aughhhh

like, cyclonus clearly doesn't want to deal with the emotions he’s feeling over tg dying so he’s trying to make sure that tg accepts death and doesn't hope for a cure, bc that would hurt cyclonus MORE, and he’s already unused to all these ‘emotions’ n shit

I'm sorry but the MARBs just look so fuckin dorky bvhjakbdfhsf beep beep here comes the dweeb squad!!! lmaoooo

cd being like ‘can’t we just drive’ and perceptor is right there like :| LMAOOOO 

also I love cd saying ‘sometimes I wonder why we even have alt modes’ bc I feel like that's such a witty dig at the fact that in this series about robots that transform into cars, we rarely get to seem them actually DO that

its especially interesting when you consider how important functionism is in this story - alt modes are super important in that context, but we still rarely get to see them. hell, we literally NEVER saw megatrons alt mode, which is still crazy to me

ohhhh man I love that panel where the whole moon lights up, that's just amazing

congratulations, rodimus! it’s....a shitton of babies!

also broooo I ufcking love the fact that you barely even notice that rung ALSO hopped down onto the moon at the same time as rodimus...brilliant

god now I need to go find that ‘am i pragnent?’ video lmaooo

why....why did you have to use the word ‘fertilized,’ jro. why....

cold construction lore time!

do I wanna do my big biology speech here? I'm trying to figure out where it would go best...I think ill save it for later in this arc

god I fucking love brainstorm. his entire little speech about how he ‘went to marches’ for cold construction rights and whatnot is so funny with the added context that he’s an MTO and wasn't even around for that

skids, don't just sit in the spooky oil reservoir, alone, after you just went thru a mysterious portal, you should be more genre savvy than that 

what am I saying, this is the guy who wants his memories back even though he’s been told multiple times that it’ll probably traumatize him to death

brainstorm with the 0.1%er spark [eyes emoji]

I love percy just being horrified at the lack of proper scientific conduct from brainstorm like, all the time

I see the cons have their own edgy, weaponed-up version of the MARBs

MINIMUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I love him aughhh I'm so excited for the stuff w/him this arc

also I totally forgot that you’re supposed to see him introduce himself as ‘ambus’ and be like whoa wait is that dominus????? or someone adjacent to him????

skids vs legislators: part 2!

P H A R M A

DR THOT HIMSELF.....back and immediately making a hand pun, with his chainsaw arm displayed in full glory....amazing

cant believe jro named this one ‘the fecund moon,’ which forced me to google what ‘fecund’ means, which led me to go ‘oh good lord jro WHY’ lmao 

I do love that we don't see the ‘part 1 of 5′ til the end - that's a great small reveal that hey, we’re in an arc now!

so there's the end of issue one of remain in light! aughh, I'm so fucking excited for this arc. my first two readthrus this was one of my favorite arcs (my other fav being the time travel arc), and I'm excited to see if its still at the top for me 

I feel like the first time I read thru I like this arc a lot cause I actually understood most of it hbvhadjkfbaksjf unlike all the previous stuff, where I was a bit more confused - at this point I at least had a decent grasp on the characters and relationships, so that helped a lot

also apparently one of the songs of this issue is ‘heaven’ by talking heads which AUghhH that song makes me wanna float in the ocean and look at the stars. idk. also I find it a little ironic that that song isn't off the album remain in light lol

either way I love this issue, strong start to the arc with lots of intrigue and worldbuilding, and clearly some incoming status quo changes...cant wait!!