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Oh my god.

Let me love you.

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Sometimes I forget how tragic Megatron really is in my au and then proceed to make him have an unhealthy obsession with McDonald's

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Megatron reads William Shakespeare's poetry. You can't change my mind. He's hyperfixated.

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I'm so high. Anyways, have some sillies

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I'm back, and an au trailer is in the making! Hope y'all enjoy this one

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Optimus wrote on the letter, his cursive absolutely beautiful. In a way it resembled a poets. One that he once knew.

"00:13. I saw a shooting star, and I wished it would for instance, bring you back to me. Sometimes, I find you in my dreams; and suddenly, for just a second, we're friends again. I sit around wondering what you're doing every day— please tell me about it one last time. Wherever I am, I wish you were here; holding my hand and telling me you'd never let it go. Unfortunately, I knew you'd hurt me. Yet, I still loved you anyways. And I swear there was love in that one look you gave me, I know there was,, I hope there was. You know, I still believe in you; i still believe in us. I hope there's still an us."

The writing became shaky and unstable near the end. And the ink started to bleed in the spots where the primes tears fell.

Once again, he had written a letter to an old feeling he used to be familiar with, knowing he was too much of a coward to send it anyway.

Always a coward.

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What was I on and when did I write this

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During pre-war Megatron would make orion turn on his TV and play My Little Pony and he would never skip the intro. He hyperfixated on it so much to the point he begged orion to get him an entire collection. He still has it in his private quarters.

Starscream plays Doom eternal rising. She makes Megatron buy her everything. Team fortress 2 and halo as well. She bullies people on rise of kingdoms and clash of clans. Roblox is her biggest bully source, she has gotten banned more than once.

Soundwave hacks on Roblox and bullied little kids. He has infinite robux. And those crap games that have so many ads.

Megatron plays papas burgeria. Cooking mama and Roblox. He plays with soundwave and starscream. He pays for everything starscream buys.

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Here's a little silly in my au

Megatron really likes [cybertronian] McDonald's. During the more silent days of war there were some still standing because both factions agreed not to touch some parts of Cybertron and that included the McDonald's. He doesn't have an alt mode in my au so he makes starscream fly him to the fly through at 4:35 am on a random Sunday

Shoot me an ask for more sillies

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all because megatronus' favorite movie is [cybertronian] centipede

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New AU idea.

Optimus and Elita-1 being in an established relationship with children, and slowly forcing absorbing Megatron into their family is my new favorite hc. Like 'Hey Megs, can you watch the kids?' or 'Hey Megatron, do you want to go out eating with us?' or 'Stay the night, it's a bit late--What do you mean you want to take the guest room, just recharge with us.' He notices Elita being way more touchy with him, wrapping her arm around his waist or leaning on his shoulder. She even takes naps with him and the sparklings. Optimus is the same, but more intimate with Megatron in public, even in front of Elita.

And Elita is intimate with Megatron infront of Optimus.

They casually break him out of his life of solitude, occasionally fight Soundwave over him, and move him into their home. Eventually, he becomes conjunxed without even realizing he's conjunxed. It isn't until Elita announces him as their conjunx in pubic does he realize "Oh crap, these two do like me."

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Day 5 of kinklabtober (on X lol) and 5 sparklings ~

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I'm not very normal about them

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(2nd part)

"A *million* moments that I had taken for granted — mostly because I had *assumed* there would be a *million* more."

"But, what's it worth? Everyday is simply just an unending slog towards.. towards what? —What do we, as living, sentient beings *strive* for exactly?"

Ratchet winced at his words, knowing they were true. He knew that there was no guarantee *what* exactly they were fighting for, everything was always questionable, —they just became even more after the war started.

"And what *is* reflecting? Is it just a concept of looking back at your life and asking yourself *'What could've I done?'*; or is it looking back at who *you used to be* and wondering *what* you could've become if you made a different choice? Or maybe it's looking at who you are now and questioning *who exactly you are*."

Optimus; told Ratchet. He laid there motionless on the berth, staring into the vast expanse of what has been and what will be as the medic held his servo, trying to soothe him.

"Orion-"

"That's not my name."

"..Right. Optimus, it's time you move on from him. A hundred dozen vorns have already passed. I'm here for you, I always have and always will be. I promise, I'll take care of you."

"It's rotten work."

"Not to me, not if it's with you."

Ratchet spoke softly, a concerned expression on his face. There was a hint of sadness and jealousy in his EM field. He knew that the gladiator was his lover's lacuna, so it was rather clear that moving on would prove difficult.

But the Prime *insisted* that there was still a chance between them, a *chance to salvage* a sunken ship at the bottom of an endless void, an infinite ocean of loss, and a vaste expanse of loneliness.

He always felt yonderly, and rather *blunt* with his words and feelings. His cerulean optics always stared at the vast expanse of what and what was not reality. At what could *not* and what could *have* happened that day.

Ratchet drew a sharp breath before letting go of Optimus' servo to grab rations for him. Opening the high cabinet above the counter, he took one of the newer supply of rations and put it on a silver tray as he gave it to Optimus, sitting back down on the stool beside the berth.

"Eat your rations."

"..no."

"And why not, Optimus? You need to refuel."

"..it's vulgar, *you're* vulgar. And It feels inadequate, you're nothing like him.And you'll never measure up."

An entire klick passed in thick silence and EM fields brushing against each other. Ratchets EM field was suddenly held close to his frame, no longer brushing against Optimus' own.

But Optimus realized. what he had said to his partner, fully expecting Ratchet to berate him for his thoughtless words, yet he still lay paralyzed on the cold berth.

—But it didn't come. There wasn't even a scoff. But he could feel the despair, jealousy, and anger in his partners EM field; and only then did Optimus look at his partner. His optics open in surprise and the corners of his mouth twitching, the orange mech looked as if he wanted to cry.

"...oh."

"..Ratchet wait— I- I didn't mean that.."

The old and worn-out medic stood up and tossed the rations away into the bin, not glancing at the late prime for even a second. Optimus regretted speaking, and he wished that someone had just ripped his vocalizer out of his throat, before this whole ordeal.

"I understand it now, you're only with me to fill that *empty void* in your spark. That empty void *he* left. Maybe I should've known that you were only using me for your benefit, and I pity myself for thinking that maybe we could've had what you and *he* did."

"Because I'm always your second choice, never the first. —So tell me, *Optimus*, are you becoming what you've *always hated?* what you've *despised the most?*."

"..."

"And yet, cybertronians will never bleed enough to fill *your* vision of justice. Because this is who we are to you, weapons of *war.*"

Council meeting from TFP rewritten into my au :3

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"It's not just! Megatronus, homicide and violence is not the *answer!*"

Orion blurted from below the platform of which Megatronus stood upon. Distraught present in his expression.

"This is not the way to.. to peace, —to justice! You *promised* you'd do this through peaceful means!"

He shouted at Megatronus, his expression one of annoyance while he stared at Orion in disdain. Orion turned his helm to face the bots whomst bred malice and lifelong hatred among cybertronians, and walked up the steps to level ground with his partner upon the platform.

"High Council, I plead of you! *Demolish* the caste system, it only introduces greed and selfishness to newly formed bots. It— it's horrible! We can solve this by slowly integrating low caste bots and high caste bots into a normal life. We could *resolve* discrimination and hatred amongst the ranks!"

Orion shouted from below the high podium that the High Council were seated in. Sentinel Zeta Prime began muttering to the other council members, Halogen taking notes of everything. Sigil sitting atop his podium with a gavel resting in his servo.

The spectator bots murmured amongst themselves, the voices melting into each other that none of it was understandable in either Megatronus or Orion's audio receptors.

Sigil hit his gavel, and with a loud bang the entire room went quiet. Orion put confidence in his stance, a backbone if you will.

"If we do not tear down the caste system then more fights and rallies will break out, I beg you, do not allow our world to be infected by greed that comes from those who oppress and resentment from those who *are* oppressed!"

Orion spoke to the council, his words logical, his methods peaceful, and his goal just. Megatronus stared at him in disbelief, his vents stalling with each inhale and exhale.

He *knew* it would be hard to convince the council to name him prime; but never did he think that his own partner, his lover, his *lacuna* to join the conversation and make him look so.. so *cruel* in front of *all of Cybertron* so casually.

But before Orion could spout more words, he was cut off by Zetas voice. Everyone's optics darted to look at the prime, even Megatronus.

"You, Orion Pax, a data clerk at the Iacons hall of archives, apprentice of Alpha Trion, have moved the council's sparks and processors. And for the first time since the Golden Age, stands someone *worthy* of being a prime-"

"**WHAT!?**"

Zeta was cut off by shout coming from behind Orion. Blazing Azure optics wide and glowing brightly, filled with rage and resentment. Megatronus glared the council down, his EM field *flared* with anger that everyone in the room could feel it.

They all unanimously lurched at the feeling of the gladiators strong EM field, even the Council was startled by it suddenly lashing out. Orion snapped his helm back to look at him, sky blue optics wide in shock and concern, maybe even *fear*.

"I slaved away in the mines, obeying every order my superiors told me! I fought in the gladiatorial pit, risked life and limb for a name! I dragged myself through the mud and covered myself in energon just to be here, and you.. you name a mere *clerk* a ***PRIME!?***"

The spectator bots whispered in their seats, casting horrified gazes at Megatronus. The jury also spoke with each other, the jury being the council. Halogen had to pause momentarily to cast a gaze at the gladiator before quickly returning to his work of highlighting and taking notes of the session.

"You, who claims to dislike slaves like myself so much for ‘starting a revolution’, and yet did not think for a moment that you would cause more resentment and anger by looking down upon me in front of our *entire race*! That you would get multiple bots to side with you, but instead would get several dozen bots siding against you and start an *assault*. You, who was ready to murder millions of slaves and low caste bots for the sake of your petty feelings. You are hypocrites, shallow bots that just wanted to kill. To *murder!*"

"Megatronus!-"

The gladiator shifted his glare to Orion, a loud growl rumbling deep inside his systems. The clerk almost jumped when he looked at him.

"And *you*. You promised you'd help me, to build a better society for *EVERYONE*! I should have trusted what Soundwave told me, I should've **NEVER** trusted you I knew that a bot with your status helping those who are expendable be too good an *illusion*, you turned your back on me like everyone else!"

"I've been forsaken by Primus, I've had to fight to get anything I need. And yet *still* takes *everything* from me!"

Coolant started gathering in Megatronus' optics, but he quickly wiped them away. Every vent he took was shaky, you could feel his EM field *prickling* with an unexplainable sorrow.

"And maybe, just *maybe*, in another universe, you'd had loved me— instead of *wishing me love*. That *maybe* in some other universe, you wouldn't take everything from me. —That you'd look in the mirror and think just for a moment, "Am I doing this right?" Is *that* wanted you wanted to hear, Pax?"

Orion could see the tints of crimson in his Azure optics, he tried to reach out to his partner but he just stood there�� like the coward he is.

Everything felt like a blurr, everything went silent for Orion, an annoying ringing residing in his audio receptors. But he could hear Zeta yelling at Megatronus, but all he did was just *stand* there— optics shaking and his vents stalling with every breath. It all happened so fast, *too fast*.

And then everything came back to him, he snapped back to the harsh reality. And all he could see was Megatronus, the same Megatronus he had loved since the first day they met, the same Megatronus he held close and accepted with open arms with no hesitation or second thought. The same, yet somehow, so different from who he was.

The gladiator was already walking away from the platform when the clerk came back to his senses, he tried to scream, beg, yell, chase and reach for him— but he couldn't. He was a coward and he knew it, he knew that deep down he always doubted Megatronus, judged and criticized him for everything he's done. He knew that deep inside his aching, crying, spark that he still saw him.. as a ***monster.***

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Guess who's back from hiatus, i am writing an optiratch sequel wowoo

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Hello everyone! Unfortunately I won't be posting as much due to school and writers block. But I do have a sequel coming for my megop council scene in the works, so I might finish that to get through writers block!