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Some MORE incredibly rude ravens

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A - Z Megatron X Reader

Rating: Teen

Warnings: mentions of injury/insinuated death

Megatron/Reader (You) in which you are an unlucky subordinate

D is for Deception

Your intakes fill with smoke as you struggle through the smoldering wreckage, vents sputtering and failing. Declining vitals flash across your HUD, and you grimace as you are faced with the severity of your condition.

Pressurization dropping - energon levels: 76%… 74%...70%

Ventilation systems: offline

Functionality: 53%

Assessment: severe damage to upper right quadrant

-plating separation

-fuel lines ruptured

-bearing dislocation

Stasis induction was imminent if you didn’t find help soon, and considering the state of your surroundings, you had doubts that anyone in the immediate vicinity was in any condition to be treating others.

A figure appeared through the curtains of black smoke that surrounded you, and hope fluttered in your spark as the outline became a familiar silhouette. Waving, you called out. “Over here!”

The Decepticon figurehead stepped through the flames that continued to lick at the rubble, followed shortly thereafter by a handful of his other subordinates. They stopped shy of you, and his red optics fell upon your prone frame in a leisurely, sweeping glance.

Something… didn’t feel right. Why weren’t they helping you? “Please, my Lord… I need aid.”

The words draw his attention back to your face, and he smiles. It’s an odd mixture of pity and something sinister, and it makes your spark waver a little.

“My apologies. It was not my intent to cause you undue suffering. I’d assumed the initial blast would offline you instantly.”

Your optics narrow into pinpricks as the implications of his words sink in.

“I must say, I’m impressed by your fortitude.”

Shaking your helm slowly as you attempt to process what is happening, you stammer, “Wh… why? I don’t understand… I gave so much for you… for the cause!”

The imposing mech rolled a spiked pauldron, shifting his immense weight as he stepped ever closer. “Simply put, your usefulness to me has run out, and you have become a liability. I cannot afford liabilities.”

Your vitals continue to flash, your state growing ever more dire as you attempt to push yourself away from him, but with only one functioning servo, it’s nearly impossible. The dead weight of your useless arm makes the struggle all the more difficult, and when you look up and see him standing directly over you… you know there’s no escaping.

“You lied to me.”

He grins, and the cannon on his arm hums to life as he takes aim. The heat of it sears your face, but you dare not look away as he positions himself over your mangled frame.

“Nothing personal… I hope you understand.”

There is something terribly wrong with me for enjoying this lunatic so much…

robot sketch 3 ronery way

She's so pretty and kickass and I love her

Can we please see a drawing of Arcee?

Outside Looking In

If Alpha Trion can be a fucking Unicorn Rhino, then Solus can be an idfk-how-many-tailed-fox-like-thingy.

ALLEGED WAR CRIMINAL.

I HAVE YET TO BE TRIED.

THERE AREN’T EXACTLY ENOUGH CYBERTRONIANS LEFT FOR A JURY OF MY PEERS.