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TFA MEGATRON POV
(After Tfa Starscream, Maroon, returns to his universe)
(Related to my Starscream Crossover comics!)
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Megatron knows Starscream is up to something.
He has been acting stranger, stranger than usual, at least. Sneaking longing glances at the halls, creating multitude of excuses to escape his presence, counting the cycles and hoarding Energon to an unknown location.
A location that not even Shockwave, his most loyal decepticon, could detect.
It is unusual- dare he say uncharacteristic for Starscream to not try and kill him for this long, either he has finally given up- (Megatron almost laughed at the prospect) or he is planning something big
Megatron knows Starscream is up to something, and it’s about time his wretched second in command started talking.
“You called for me, Lord Megatron?”
Ah, speak of the devil, as the organics say.
Megatron turns around and watches as Starscream reluctantly steps into the room, looking down, unwilling to look at Megatron in the optics.
(How absurd, what event changed you my seeker? You used to look me in the optics as you tried and failed to overthrow me?)
Megatron almost sneered at the sight before turning around to look at the screen. The cameras displaying everything, from the halls of the nemesis, to the very room they were standing in.
“When are you ending this charade Starscream?” Megatron growled “I beg your pardon…?” Starscream asked.
“Don’t think of me as a fool. You think I didn’t notice you sneaking around like a mouse and hoarding our energon resources?”
Starscream stiffened up and his face hardens. “I thought we were allowed to take as much energon as we need?” Starscream spoke up.
“Hm…” Ah yes, Megatron recalled. He did say something akin to that…though, he’s surprised that Starscream remembered that particular speech.
“Yes I did say that-“ Starscream shuffled backwards as Megatron steps closer “-That is, unless a certain mech is particularly known for sabotaging, assassinating and fragging up all my plans” Megatron leans forward until they were face to face “Sounds familiar….?
Starscream stiffened up and whispered to himself with a grumble “Of course I’m stuck with the only leader whose actually smart and sober enough to notice…damnit, I wish I had Jaspers Megatron-“
Megatron narrowed his optics and growled softly “If you wish to speak so willingly, don’t you think it’s polite to speak louder? After all, you used to love voicing your opinions”
Starscream hunched up even harder at Megatron’s words. “Or…you used to. And that’s the problem that has been….pestering me for the past few cycles…”
Megatron started walking around Starscream, quickly noticing how he stiffened up, his peds shifted in a simple defense position (As if that could save him from Megatrons blaster) and his servos flexed, as if ready to slash at Megatron if he made a single wrong motion.
“Just a few cycles ago, you were loudly complaining, reluctantly scouting, and plotting to kill me. A normal behavior coming from you”
“But then, in just one cycle, you stopped doing any of that. You stopped complaining, you stopped scouting, and you’ve stopped attempting to kill me….”
“So tell me Starscream. What, are you planning?”
“……” Starscream looked at Megatron, for the first time in a while, straight in the optics…..and laughed.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-!!”
Megatron blinked in surprise and glanced around. To see if there is anything else that has happened to warrant such an unusual reaction from his second in command. But there was nothing.
Starscream calmed down and wiped off a lubricant from his optics “Man…! Can’t wait to talk to Silver and Jasper about this..! Jasper actually managed to predict everything-! Word for word too! Damn, can’t believe I lost the bet…”
Chocolate? Bet?? Silver and Jasper??? Man??
Megatron was about to open his mouth and demand an answer out of Starscream before the Seeker stepped forward and bared his denta in a feral smile.
“Since you already found all the clues, i’m gonna offer you a..deal. So to speak, a very beneficial one too”
Megaton narrowed his optics and looked down at the cocky Seeker (Something deep in Megatrons spark purred at the familiar sight of his second in commands normal behavior)
“I am willing to give you the locations of countless energon mines, the location of the all spark and even where the Autobot are- in exchange for one thing! And one thing only!”
Megatron tilted his head and looked down at his second in command “And what is this ‘one thing’ you speak of?”
Starscream nearly purred in excitement and whispered “Let me leave the Decepticons” and Megatron…blinked.
“…Pardon?”
“You heard me!” Starscream leaned back with a smile. As if his words did not completely baffle Megatron to his core. Starscream leaving…?
“And-” Megatron cleared his vents and spoke “How can I trust that you will give me any of this….benefits?”
Starscream smiled again “Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed yet, Lord Megatron~ All our Energon supplies has been growing exponentially for the past few cycles!”
He spread his arms as he proclaims out loud “Our entire stock is filled to the brim with energon! I have already giving you a taste of what you could gain!! And all you have to do-”
Starscream stepped forward with a near feral smile as he yelled in enthusiasm “Is to let me leave!”
Megatron paused as he thought about the deal, it us true..and if what Starscream saying is true, which it most likely is (This fact made something in Megatron wither and snarl) proven by the very real increase of Energon supplies.
Megatron looked at the near hopeful and confident look in Starscreams eyes, as if he already knew that Megatron would accept. (Hah, what a disgusting look, you have never looked this hopeful, not since the day you joined my cause-)
The Decepticon leader looked at the Seekers confident face-
“No”
- before gleefully watching his second in commands face fall in shock.
“…Excuse me…?”
“You are not deaf Starscream. You heard what I said” Megatron cooed and walked away, chuckling in amusement as Starscream, splutters and speed walked in an attempt to keep up with his leaders strides.
“Why-?! I don’t understand-!!”
“Yes. You don’t understand” Megatron turned around, almost getting hit by Starscream as the seeker nearly tripped at the sudden stop.
Starscream stumbles back, his field leaking his surprise and fear (that delicious, familiar fear-). As Megatron calmly steps forward whilst speaking-
“Because, keeping you around now, especially with your foolishly revealed knowledge, will grant the Decepticons all the resources to assure our victory. You really didn’t think I would let you go after you showed how valuable you are now did you, My dear second?”
Megatron mocked and smiled wider as Starscreams eyes glowed in anger- (though there is something off in his optic’s- aren’t his optics supposed to be red…? I do not remember it being Maroon-)
Before he straightened up and bowed stiffly “Then I am sorry for waisting your time..my..lord” Starscream hissed out the title as if its an insult (and with how much venom he snarled out, it might as well be)
The seeker straightened up and petulantly grumbled out an “Please excuse me….” And Megatron watched Starscream scuttle away, not even bothering to hide his amusement at Starscreams obvious frustration and disbelief
(Foolish Seeker, did you really think he would let something of his go so easily? Especially one that has such knowledge?)
Megatron smiled and looked at the camera “Shockwave, make sure to keep an optic on Starscream, it would seem our Seeker has been..hiding some important secrets from us” the lens of the camera blinked at Megatron in agreement.
The leader smiled and walked back to his quarters, it would seem that some of his plans related to a certain seeker would need some…adjustment’s
That thing when you need five business days just to get inside the mech..
(The size differences in this au are getting progressively more insane lmao)
So. How about we give Rodimus something to do eh? How about that something being the whole sapient spaceship? How about that? ‘,:)
So basically about the TFP x LMK AU…
Bumblebee, the scout autobot or sm. Is going to go through the amount of troubles and problems that MK have done throughout the seasons.
which means that Optimus Prime, will have to lie to Bumblebee about being on vacation. So that Bumblebee will have to deal with the problems in season 2.. Surprisingly, Bumblebee will also have to get rid of a con or bot who will be taking the role of the Lady Bone Demon.
oh and there is this one time where MK told his insecurities to a total stranger (Six-Eared Macaque).
“Its like! I wanna be strong and I'm tryna be but its like Monkey King isn't giving me a chance! What if. What if he knows he made a mistake. Chose wrong. Chose the wrong successor.”
-MK
And that last sentence is what the Lady Bone Demon has told him when she met MK. Telling that the Monkey King has chosen the wrong successor and all that..
similar to this scenes:
yeah… So the people who are interested of my sort of au, how we feeling today?
we cooked or am i cooking?? /half joking
And here’s the two boi’s monster forms.
It wasn’t that hard anyway-
I've seen this woman in a grand total of one scene and she is now the love of my life, idc. She could do no wrong in my eyes. <watch me regret these words later, but honestly I'll go down with this ship atp>
Sorry Grey, I win
@greythoughts
May your please draw kayn if not please feel free to igone me
I have no idea if you meant in this joke chibi-style or if you wanted me to do an actual serious work of Kayn, but my tablet isn't connected to my laptop rn so this is what I'm doing right now
Which ever month you were born in, will determine the type of anime you would live in.
January = Hentai
Febuary = Yuri
March = Sports
April = Horror
May = Supernatural
June = Harem
July = Yaoi
August = Sci-fi
September = Shoujo
October = Ecchi
November = Slice of life
December = Musical
Hiya, I’m here just to say That I will be vanished for a while. Don’t expect daily postings. It shall eb a very busy week, But I will try my best to post often-ish? Yeah. Oftenish. Yeah..
(I don’t actually know if thats a real word or not… probably not.)
Oh and before you ask, Yes I am going to (try) to make a full story on @heading-down-to-georgia ‘s shades of Red au since my brain goes brrr. But since I don’t have access to any fanfiction sites, I’m going to try to write it out on a google doc and then move it to tumblr… I actually have the entire story planned out XD XD.
Well, hopefully see you guys soonish?
I'm sorry, why would I give them the wrong statement? Slow Horses – S04E02 – A Stranger Comes To Town
hypermobile nico doodles
thinking about irresponsible davey again. davey who can and WILL set his own hair on fire because it's funny ... davey who has good intentions but god awful impulse control ... davey who once picked crutchie up and spun him around for literally no reason ... davey who bites jack .... davey who pulls strands of his own hair out to check what colour it is again ... davey who doesn't have a single intact cuff on any of his shirts for reasons unknown ... davey who DOES NOT think before he speaks ...
Peeling the paint off my helmet so I can clean it and give it a proper pain job this time
This is gonna take a while
My bed, it came back.
Probably just a fluke in the system
Jinx is blabbering about something. Something that neither Ekko or Vi can understand her while she’s underneath the car to fix it up.
“I need you to speak up PowPow!” Yells Vi. Isha covers her ears even though she has her headphones on. Ekko snorts out a response at Isha’s antics.
“Isha honey… you know you can barely hear her.” Ekko says. Isha just blows a raspberry at him.
“You two hurry up and get me the wrench!” Jinx yells exasperated while pushing herself out of from under the car. “I need to get this car up and running fast.”
“We couldn’t understand you PowPow.” Vi says walking to her
“Boy Savior, be a savior and SAVE ME!” Jinx yells as she gets tackled by Vi. Vi lays comfortably on top of her.
Isha giggles happily at their antics. Ekko walks over to them. Laying his body on them both. Jinx yells in frustration.
“Isha. Come help me!” Jinx asks borderline pleading. Isha nod frantically as she runs to pull Ekko off of them. In response Ekko lays all his body weight down.
~A few minutes of struggle later~
Isha kicks both Ekko and Vi and pouts on the floor. Ekko gets off of Vi to pick up Isha. “How about we get some ice cream while Vi helps your mom out.”
Isha lights up and nods eagerly.
“TRAITORS!” Jinx yells out as Ekko leaves with Isha in hand.
Jinx find herself surrounded by warmth. Warmth like none other that she has experienced before. As she slowly opens her eyes something white catches her eyes. Specially white hair. Knowing that her scribbles are never Ekko she isn’t filled with the fear that comes with her hallucinations. She is instead comforted that Ekko is here. With her.
As she lets her eyes drift away from the boy on top of her she looks around. Knowing that wherever they are is far too peaceful to be Zaun. Fearing that she may be dreaming, Jinx moves around Ekko to try and pinch herself. It doesn’t work though all things considered that Ekko moves around. Pinning her arms down.
As she struggles slightly to try and figure out if this is a dream. A thought hits her. Does she really want to know? Does she want to break this peaceful silence she has going? Or does she want to wake up back in Zaun? Against the little better judgement that she has left she stops trying to fight Ekko. After she stops fighting it Ekko lets up. Letting Jinx have free will of her arms.
She begins to hum to herself. Letting her fingers fiddle with his hair. She can hear a soft groan coming from him as she begins to massage his scalp. Just like he used to whenever he has braids in while they were kids. Jinx giggles softly to herself remembering how much Ekko would complain about his scalp hurting after someone put his hair into braids. He used to beg Jinx to massage his head to make it feel better.
Ekko slowly wakes up. He looks up at Jinx with a soft smile. A soft dopey smile is plastered on his face. “Good morning little lady.” Ekko says with a tinge of tease to it.
“Morning little man.” Jinx says poking his scalp while doing so.
Ekko pouts slightly before humming happily.
shit, this song's going in the playlist now ig!
Also, love the way @simonssweater put the two images to make them look like they're actually looking at each other 🫶 (they're so cute)
“You with the dark curls,
You with the watercolor eyes.”
In some of the different ships I love.
Thank you guys for 100 followers here is me and miku drink
Me trying to write stories ROMAN SANDERS EDITION
(Now including drawn picture also made by me ( ´•̥̥̥ω•̥̥̥` ))
Me trying to write stories ROMAN SANDERS EDITION
1193 words and counting. Trigger-Warning slight alluding to self-harm +negative thoughts.
That wasn’t that bad Roman tried to convince himself. He’d been through way worse right . . .? Wait was that considered a good thing. He brought his hands to his head. It had begun agonizingly pounding earlier in the day and he could feel the pressure in his ears akin to something like a buzzing sound had begun making its presence known. He felt sluggish and lethargicness crept upon him. Surely they hadn’t meant it that way. Not like their intend was hurting him. So why did he feel so . . so hurt. It was like a piece inside of him was broken off. The piece that carried all his confidence. His admittedly now feeling false bravery. The bravado that helped him conquer his less then awesome feelings. He heard creaking footsteps up the stairs and some soft whispered goodnights.
The mind palace fell empty on sound as its residents started heading to their respective beds. I should probably get some shut eye too thought Roman as he looked around his room. He hadn’t had the time or to be honest motivation to clean it up for a while now. His energy seemed to have wounded down a lot lately. He would put it down to the amount of videos they had been making. But truthfully he wasn’t very much present in them at all let alone having his ideas represented as anything less than annoying. He twirled his messy hair in between his fingers, twiddling his thumbs while rocking back and forth a bit. The silence that now protruded the vacant mind surroundings made the whining in his ears stand out all the more. He grabbed his temple and began rubbing circles on his forehead. He didn’t want things to be this way. It all felt so complicated. And like his incompetence was already making everybody uncomfortable enough. Without highlighting all his other flaws. Normally he loved the spotlight but now it made him itch.
The thought alone made him have trouble breathing. He should be more put together. How could he dream of having a grand live on the stage if he couldn’t even stand a meager spotlight. He felt woozy had his room always been this of kilter, this . . dizzying. His vision blurred had he been crying this whole time. How long . . . he tried wiping away his tears as new ones grew in their places. The clock face on his nightstand was barely legible through mist his eyes produced. It read 02:10 AM. Had he really been rummaging through his hair and been sat thinking here for this long. SHIT- Logan had a schedule he wanted to keep and he didn’t want to be tired and late for the morning meetings. Ouch . . .his head stung if it wasn’t for him feeling immobile he would have moved to pick up some painkillers for his worsening headache. Then again he didn’t wanna wake up the others by making too much sound going to find it in the cabinets below. He’d been warned before about being too noisy and off-putting when trying to practice his favorite musical songs. Keep it down Logan had yelled. Yeah will you can it with your sappy bullshit his mustachy brother had added. He’d tried whisper singing ever since. It didn’t have that much flare to it, but if it made them happier he’d be glad to be of their backs.
The inside of his head felt as if someone had knocked his brain around quite a few times. Cut all its supports out and the remaining short-circuiting heap had been set on fire as some sort of twisted fun added bonus. He sniffled rubbing the underside of his nose and eye sockets. He probably deserved it. The way he’d been performing lately was about as garbage as he felt. The clock face blinked 03:00 AM it read. No, no NO . . . this had to stop. He wasn’t even supposed to stay up again. He was exhausted it took longer than he wanted to admit to come up with his sup-par ideas as it was. He didn’t need to create more problems for himself and everyone around him. He slammed down his fist against his carpet and then recoiled in shock as he remembered he shouldn’t produce sounds this late into the night. Frustrated he dug his nails into his palm and bit on his knuckles as he closed his arms around himself. His knees seemed to tremble a bit, he noticed as he looked down. Was this the self-soothing Virgil had talked about. It didn’t seem that soothing to him.
He looked at his fingers they were cold and absent of colour apart from the stained ink and the numerous papercuts on them. He’d really been trying. It might have looked easy from the outside but ‘’It was all a Ruse’’. As Deceit would so say. More and more often he felt that it was all just too much and that balancing it was getting more impossible as it became harder to smile to himself in the mirror. What had been the last time he’d truly felt accomplished. Like he got his stuff together or at least made it look presentable enough to fool everyone. His heavy eyelids started to droop over his glossy dry red tear stained eyes until they shot up to look at his calendar.
Crap.
He’d forgot. He was so busy being fucking sorry for himself that he’d missed the big red circled due date of the upcoming script. If something had to pull him over the edge this was it he’d reached his limits. And felt surrounded. He started drawing panicked breaths heaving over on himself. He didn’t know what pounded harder his head or his chest. They were gonna be so mad at him or worse they'd be staring on in drooping disappointment as he would stand there ashamed in the corner , uneasy shuffling his feet. Patton would throw out a halfhearted it’s okay kiddo. With Thomas sighing looking away as Logan crumpled his paper up and muttered something about no respect for a proper schedule in the background, again having to adjust each and every detail in his already busily packed important planning scheme. If this was only a mild version of a so called panic attack that he’d had explained to him by Virgil. He couldn’t imagine what a full blown one must have actually felt like. He felt so sorry for the dude. How could he ever manage to put on any sense of composure if he had to have these on an at least a monthly basis. the walls felt like the were eerily closing in on him. He wanted to scream to cry out for help but only a meekly weak sob would be forced out of his throat that as the shadows in the corners of his narrowed eyes started to crop up and he lost his already faltering vision to the black surrounding his corneas. His body sunk to the ground like a melted puddle.
A loud Thud-was heard as his head slammed against the floor.
sees art with thick smooth line art: ah yes i want my art to look like that
sees art with sketchy thin line art: ah yes i want my art to look like that
sees lineless art: ah yes i want my art to
Central Siberian Plateau
go to this random coordinates generator and say in the tags how you would fare if you were dropped where it generates without warning. i’ll go first i’d be dropped in the middle of the fucking south atlantic ocean and perish
he just looks so torture-able . like it would be a disservice NOT to torture him.. . he WANTS to be tortured
let’s just say it’s a little sneak peak into the fic I’m editing ;) but also @greycoffee’s tags are so real for this… I AM totally normal about this ship (no I’m not)
“You with the dark curls,
You with the watercolor eyes.”
In some of the different ships I love.
I’m bored in psychology so here are some more daring/ramona/rosabella headcannons:
They are all super overprotective, if you insult one of them you insult all of them
Daring calls them rosie and mona and refers to them as ‘his girls’
Daring and ramona go to protests with rosabella to support her.
Rosabella and ramona also go to darings bookball games to cheer him and cerise on
I’ve been staring at nothingness with my guitar cuz it’s late and I don’t want to wake up anyone. I’m telling myself that there’s absolutely no reason for me to not sleep if I don’t have anything to do, but I’m still here 👍🏽
Quick sketch cuz I looked at the mirror and I was in a very weird position lol. It isn’t that weird in the drawing cuz I had to change how I was to get my tablet and my memory is bad.