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playfultyrant) wrote2021-09-21 06:11 am
playfultyrant) wrote2021-09-21 06:11 am
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Leave a Message for the new Lord.
Leave a Message for the new Lord.
Let me make this very clear, 'Lord' Megatron: touch what's mine again, and you'll live only long enough to regret it.
Slipstream is MINE. Not one of YOUR lackeys to push around.
Slipstream is MINE. Not one of YOUR lackeys to push around.
Hi again! Optimus tried to warn me about you, but I think you're alright.
Anyway how do you feel about big purple and blue boats?
Anyway how do you feel about big purple and blue boats?
[Hey so when things are going bad and stressful, the best thing to do is commit to making questionable friendships, right?]
Hey Antlers.
You wanna hang out sometime?
Hey Antlers.
You wanna hang out sometime?
[Someone is very fucked up on something, and it's because of this that Slipstream thinks this is a good idea.]
You know what? All Megatrons SHOULD be grey.
You're like a clown Megatron.
And your Decepticons are a circus.
[Gotem!]
You know what? All Megatrons SHOULD be grey.
You're like a clown Megatron.
And your Decepticons are a circus.
[Gotem!]
[It's been a while since they've last spoken, the Megatrons avoiding each other the way cats do, but this is important.]
Antlers, do not suppose you have lost a datapad recently?
Antlers, do not suppose you have lost a datapad recently?
[ Optimus moves through the halls to the one place people would look for him. At least, they won't look there first.
He slips into the Throne room and hides behind the throne itself. He opens his chest and it's as barren as it has been since the day he arrived.
As time passes of course the Throne's king will return for it. And Optimus simply says. ]
I didn't know where else to hide.
He slips into the Throne room and hides behind the throne itself. He opens his chest and it's as barren as it has been since the day he arrived.
As time passes of course the Throne's king will return for it. And Optimus simply says. ]
I didn't know where else to hide.
You stand on a burnt and darkened world. The sky above is devoid of stars, having been devoured in ages past. The ruined world smells of the very last day of your youngborn innocence, the final moment in which you did not know of evil.
A pillar of deep purple light flares into a sickly existences somewhere over the horizon, and by its foul illumination the land you stand on comes into view. The dead lay around in piles so high that the only way through is in a straight line forward. It is silent in the world of the dead. Not even the weight of their lingering souls can be felt. You understand that none of these poor sparks ever made it to the well of Allspark, to be reborn anew. There would be no absolution for them.
The dark light is seeping into your spark, sharp and deadly as venom. All these terrible, ugly thoughts that you’ve kept hidden for years, centuries, millennia, are brought to the surface on tendrils of a universe-deep hatred greater than your mortal imagination can comprehend. A hatred of all living things, created things, that fills your mind and spark, threatening to crush both in the grip of its existential horror.
At least, despite yourself, you arrive at a large clearing, the pillar at its centre. You move closer, and see, with a jolt of recognition, that a Matrix hovers on top of a dark stone plinth. The Matrix has been twisted and warped, its once holy centre filled with a dark purple crystal, glowing with a terrible power.
You want what it can give you. You want it so bad that the greed mixes easily with this agonizing dead world without love or kindness. However, you are not yet fully caught by its power. It only has so much control over you.
A laugh sounds behind you, and you turn around slowly, already knowing who it is. He stands there shrouded by a dark mist that shows only his jagged outline, bigger than you remember, and a set of bright purple eyes that watches with predatory glee.
“It is too late.” Says the voice, clear and full of triumph. “He is coming.”
Above you, in the empty void, two eyes open, each the size of a moon.
The eyes of the Unmaker see you. He knows you. He will not be stopped by you.
Behind you, Matrix of Darkness flares with overwhelming dark power, sending a wave of energy over the bleak, mountainous landscape. Hundreds of pinpricks of light blink into being, before spreading until a million of eyes are on you, each set of eyes filled with the power of the World Eater, the Chaos Bringer.
Unicron.
The creatures begin screaming what must have been their final, dying scream, and they begin to writhe against each other. With a surge of desperate rage, the dead flow as one in a wave of necromantic evil, avoiding the shrouded figure himself as he continues to watch. Thousands of dead hands and claws reach for you with the mindless need to get to you first and feed.
“This is my promise to you. Servants of Primus.”
And you awaken, safe and sound.
For now.
A pillar of deep purple light flares into a sickly existences somewhere over the horizon, and by its foul illumination the land you stand on comes into view. The dead lay around in piles so high that the only way through is in a straight line forward. It is silent in the world of the dead. Not even the weight of their lingering souls can be felt. You understand that none of these poor sparks ever made it to the well of Allspark, to be reborn anew. There would be no absolution for them.
The dark light is seeping into your spark, sharp and deadly as venom. All these terrible, ugly thoughts that you’ve kept hidden for years, centuries, millennia, are brought to the surface on tendrils of a universe-deep hatred greater than your mortal imagination can comprehend. A hatred of all living things, created things, that fills your mind and spark, threatening to crush both in the grip of its existential horror.
At least, despite yourself, you arrive at a large clearing, the pillar at its centre. You move closer, and see, with a jolt of recognition, that a Matrix hovers on top of a dark stone plinth. The Matrix has been twisted and warped, its once holy centre filled with a dark purple crystal, glowing with a terrible power.
You want what it can give you. You want it so bad that the greed mixes easily with this agonizing dead world without love or kindness. However, you are not yet fully caught by its power. It only has so much control over you.
A laugh sounds behind you, and you turn around slowly, already knowing who it is. He stands there shrouded by a dark mist that shows only his jagged outline, bigger than you remember, and a set of bright purple eyes that watches with predatory glee.
“It is too late.” Says the voice, clear and full of triumph. “He is coming.”
Above you, in the empty void, two eyes open, each the size of a moon.
The eyes of the Unmaker see you. He knows you. He will not be stopped by you.
Behind you, Matrix of Darkness flares with overwhelming dark power, sending a wave of energy over the bleak, mountainous landscape. Hundreds of pinpricks of light blink into being, before spreading until a million of eyes are on you, each set of eyes filled with the power of the World Eater, the Chaos Bringer.
Unicron.
The creatures begin screaming what must have been their final, dying scream, and they begin to writhe against each other. With a surge of desperate rage, the dead flow as one in a wave of necromantic evil, avoiding the shrouded figure himself as he continues to watch. Thousands of dead hands and claws reach for you with the mindless need to get to you first and feed.
“This is my promise to you. Servants of Primus.”
And you awaken, safe and sound.
For now.
Hey Megatron! I just made some cookies and I want to know if you want to try some?
Hey Antlers! Sorry your date with Minimus didn't go super well.
But! You don't have to despair! How about you let me set you up with a blind date?
I promise you'll get along super well!
[uwu.]
But! You don't have to despair! How about you let me set you up with a blind date?
I promise you'll get along super well!
[uwu.]
[ground out like it physically hurts him to say this:] Listen to me well, because I'm only going to say this once. Attacking you in your throne room recently was... not a thought out action. It will not happen again.
Unless you deserve it.
Now you can no longer use that as an excuse to behave despicably. Because I have apologised and set things straight. Good bye.
Unless you deserve it.
Now you can no longer use that as an excuse to behave despicably. Because I have apologised and set things straight. Good bye.
[megatron is feeling terrible while he's in the brig and without optimus to whine pathetically to, he decides he will send antlers a barrage of messages. this is poorly thought out and he will regret it, this he already knows, but can't bring himself to care. how can he be expected to just keep everything to himself? who cares if he provokes antlers again?]
It's been a while since I last told you I hate you.
It's been a while since I last told you I hate you.
"Hello and good morning! This is Velocity, from the medibay? I'm trying to familiarize myself with as much of the crew as I can so everyone is at a nice comfort level with me before they come in. Any questions or concerns you may have are very reasonable to have, and I would be delighted to answer them!"
I hear tell you became good friends with fire today. Probably not good enough, if you're able to respond to this.
[Immediately after the wifi is back up, Velocity messages Antlers in a rush, sounding almost panicked]
Megatron! I heard on the network the really tall one attacked you and your friend Wheeljack! I'm so sorry, are you okay? Are you hurt? Where are you, I'll come find you!
Megatron! I heard on the network the really tall one attacked you and your friend Wheeljack! I'm so sorry, are you okay? Are you hurt? Where are you, I'll come find you!
[Wheeljack is halfway through slurring something to someone when the call goes through, before it is picked up]
The nurse said decepticons don't say sorry, but... he hurt you, didn't he? After-
[Wheeljack swallows audibly]
I am so sorry, my lord, I am- I am so- I'll do better. Be better. I promise.
The nurse said decepticons don't say sorry, but... he hurt you, didn't he? After-
[Wheeljack swallows audibly]
I am so sorry, my lord, I am- I am so- I'll do better. Be better. I promise.
Edited 2023-10-27 11:33 (UTC)
Hey, Megatron...
You said you had builders that gave you a purpose, right? What did you do after they were gone?
You said you had builders that gave you a purpose, right? What did you do after they were gone?
Are you around for another training session?
[ His voice is clipped. Devoid of anger, or grief, or really much of anything.
He's back. He doesn't like it. ]
[ His voice is clipped. Devoid of anger, or grief, or really much of anything.
He's back. He doesn't like it. ]
I am uncertian if it is accurate.
[[Attached is a hand-drawn line art image of Antlers.
It's... more stick figure than not and very very stiff. But she's trying! To! Learn! Art!
She has a lot to learn, though.]
The first seventeen were unacceptable. This one is...?
[[Attached is a hand-drawn line art image of Antlers.
It's... more stick figure than not and very very stiff. But she's trying! To! Learn! Art!
She has a lot to learn, though.]
The first seventeen were unacceptable. This one is...?
Edited 2024-01-17 12:41 (UTC)
Wheeljack stood in the middle of the throne room and he stood and he stood and he-
His optics were often unfocused these days, unless directly talking with Quick or his lord or someone else over text.
stood and he stood and he
It was getting harder for him to compensate for the twist introduced into his spark, which meant longer and longer periods of time where he was paralyzed by decisions he didn't even remember were in conflict.
stood and he stood and he
"Decepticons don't say sorry," he mumbled, and didn't understand why.
His optics were often unfocused these days, unless directly talking with Quick or his lord or someone else over text.
stood and he stood and he
It was getting harder for him to compensate for the twist introduced into his spark, which meant longer and longer periods of time where he was paralyzed by decisions he didn't even remember were in conflict.
stood and he stood and he
"Decepticons don't say sorry," he mumbled, and didn't understand why.
Edited 2024-01-21 12:22 (UTC)
What is your side of the accusations about Quickman and the attempted kidnappings?
Megatron.
I'm going to follow whatever lead Rodimus chooses to make on this because he's my friend more than you ever were mine, and you matter to him. You matter to him, and his happiness and safety matter to me, so much, but...
How much of that last time was spoke when Wheeljack was missing was you exaggerating things to try and manipulate me, and how much of it was you genuinely being scared and wanting comfort? Is there even a difference?
...They said you did something to him. I was right there comforting you about him being away from you, and then you turned around and did something to the poor thing's mind because of it.
I hope Rodimus is right and that you have more to you than bad choices, because he needs this. And I guess... So do I.
I'm going to follow whatever lead Rodimus chooses to make on this because he's my friend more than you ever were mine, and you matter to him. You matter to him, and his happiness and safety matter to me, so much, but...
How much of that last time was spoke when Wheeljack was missing was you exaggerating things to try and manipulate me, and how much of it was you genuinely being scared and wanting comfort? Is there even a difference?
...They said you did something to him. I was right there comforting you about him being away from you, and then you turned around and did something to the poor thing's mind because of it.
I hope Rodimus is right and that you have more to you than bad choices, because he needs this. And I guess... So do I.
ACTION: A small box outside your door contains a handful of...
thelordofmisrule
2024-02-15 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
Audio, backdated to the return shuttle from The Forgotten King
incendiarism3
2024-04-10 06:25 am (UTC)(link)
[Wheeljack has spent most of the shuttle ride huddled in a corner with his legs drawn up and his face buried against his daemon, Prolus. It would be easy to confuse this as his doing and saying nothing, but that would be a mistake]
[He has actually been desperately attempting to contact his lord Megatron for most of the flight, repeatedly pinging their location before messaging him via his internal comm]
::My lord... please. Please answer. I left the ship recently, and- and the Queen we encountered spoke to me of obedience, of the time and energies you devoted to attempting to mold me into a proper decepticon, one who is worthy of you. She was right about me, the way you always have been. I shouldn't have-::
::Help me, I can't do this without you.::
[He has actually been desperately attempting to contact his lord Megatron for most of the flight, repeatedly pinging their location before messaging him via his internal comm]
::My lord... please. Please answer. I left the ship recently, and- and the Queen we encountered spoke to me of obedience, of the time and energies you devoted to attempting to mold me into a proper decepticon, one who is worthy of you. She was right about me, the way you always have been. I shouldn't have-::
::Help me, I can't do this without you.::
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