"But we are conversing and neither one of us is dead or dying. There has to be a name for it."

Annoying is a good place to start.”

8 hours ago • 1?
#whateverimdeadpool

singularlyuniformlogic:

The assistance is…. appreciated. Six fingers within two arms should, theoretically, work faster than five situated on one arm. Provided their willingness to obey you outweighs their ‘fear’ of me.

I can assure you, it does.

8 hours ago • 9?via?

singularlyuniformlogic:

therisingdarkness:

singularlyuniformlogic:

…. I feel as if I have forgotten something rather urgent. Perhaps it is the lighting situation that has caused my attention to wander.

Ah yes, the lights.

Shockwave, just fix the lights. You’re a scientist. You know how to divert energy and re-cable power couplings.

Lord Megatron, I possess only one hand, while I understand your insistence that I am capable of fixing the lights alone- and I am- It would take far longer than necessary were…. someone else to perform the task. 

I am capable, I am not fast.

Then command one of the Vehicons to do it for you—they are just as capable and will follow your orders—or would, if they were not under constant fear of being dragged into one of your ‘combiner’ experiments.

-Sighs-

I will send one to work on the lights.

9 hours ago • 9?via?
Who did we sucker in today...



LORD Starscream

itslordstarscream:

"Now, let’s see who the recruitment drive has suckered in today, shall we?
ask-smokescreen
Smokescreen…? Is that the loud one who can’t decide on his paint job? Honestly, why not just call yourself Colorblind.
thefemmewiththewrench
Nautica…. Nautica… doesn’t ring a ball!
slendermech
Ahh, Soundwave - face plate firmly polished. I do so enjoy being able to see myself in your face.
roguedecepticon
Airachnid… yes, quite…. I’ll come back to that one later.
therisingdarkness
Muh-Megatron?! Ahem, I mean, I can explain, Lord Megatron… it was Knock Out’s idea! I tried to stop him, but you know how rebelious the good doctor can be. Personally, I think it’s time we let him go….”

And what, exactly, is it that is supposedly Knock Out’s idea?

9 hours ago • 6?via?

singularlyuniformlogic:

…. I feel as if I have forgotten something rather urgent. Perhaps it is the lighting situation that has caused my attention to wander.

Ah yes, the lights.

Shockwave, just fix the lights. You’re a scientist. You know how to divert energy and re-cable power couplings.

9 hours ago • 9?via?
Anonymous inquired:

I suspect that you have a sense of honor. If a person. Were to come to you, asking for refuge and sanctuary, would you help them? Even if that person were human?

No.

You are right to suggest I have a sense of honor—I do, but it is mercurial at the best of times, and does not extend to the human race.

Organics, particularly those of this planet, are disgusting, backwards creatures with little sense to call their own. I have no desire to help them, or be a part of their evolutionary process.

11 hours ago • 0?
#Anonymous
Anonymous inquired:

At what point did you make the choice to rebel against the current social political standard, and force the split between cybertronian classes which would become deception and autobot? Also, how did you decide on the name deception? And what were you known as before the split?

Before the war, we were simply known as the Resistance.

'Decepticon' was something we picked up along the way. It was one of the…few truths I told Optimus while he believed he was Orion. The name came from an insult given by the tabloids. 'Decepticons Rally Against Senate'. I'll never forget.

The entire article was pure slag. It called us a band of loosely-moraled high traitors, which was only half true—morals were dubious at the best of times—and called for our arrest and punishment; at the time, empurata would have been the only course of action—a way of setting the slaves straight.

We were branded liars, rebels bent on slandering the good names of our masters, of the government, and so we determined that if the truth we struggled to tell was nothing more than a lie, than we were liar of the highest degree. 

It was the grandest deception.

11 hours ago • 8?
#headcanon #Anonymous

Do your best to emotionally break my character. Guilt, lost love, insecurities, just totally tear them apart.

(Source: dragongod-drago)

12 hours ago • 2182?via?

[[Theoretically speaking, what would it take to convince you to amiably work alongside Shockwave?]]

second-incommand:

therisingdarkness:

second-incommand:

[Theoretically speaking, what would it take to convince you to amiably work alongside Optimus Prime?]

[I hope you can hear my sarcasm, because I’m doing it as hard as I possibly can.]

[[I do not recall. If I was told, then I do not remember.

Perhaps I truly am getting old.]]

[An inevitable fate for us all, my liege. Getting old, that is. Our seductive idea of immortality is just that—an idea—after all.i]

[Perhaps it would be prudent to remind Shockwave to remind you, Lord Megatron? His updates clearly aren’t regular enough.]

[[…yes. I believe I shall do that.

Hmph. At least I’ll have you to remember things for me.]]

13 hours ago • 17?via?

[[Theoretically speaking, what would it take to convince you to amiably work alongside Shockwave?]]

second-incommand:

therisingdarkness:

second-incommand:

[Theoretically speaking, what would it take to convince you to amiably work alongside Optimus Prime?]

[I hope you can hear my sarcasm, because I’m doing it as hard as I possibly can.]

[[When was this, and why was I not informed?]]

[Only shortly after Nightfall and the Magnus returned with the questionable substance. Knock Out, after peeling it from their armor, requested my scientific opinion on what it could be and any possible side-effects from overexposure.]

[I informed him of its name and properties, but any technology hailing from the Quintessons is out of my league—hence why I made the decision to elect Shockwave primary responsibility.]

[Honestly, I thought you knew this whole time. Didn’t Shockwave tell you when he took control of the project, or did he just puppet back to you everything I’d already told Knock Out?]

[[I do not recall. If I was told, then I do not remember.

Perhaps I truly am getting old.]]

13 hours ago • 17?via?
Anonymous inquired:

I'm human. I want to frag a deception. I don't care if it kills me, I just want to have a spike in my ass, and a valve on my cock. Help me ? Please?

Disgusting.

20 hours ago • 7?
#Anonymous

Return of a Titan

voxbrawn:

The doors closed behind the warlord with a quiet thump, followed by a soft whine as the lift was hermetically sealed and pressurized. The elevator dinged happily upon completion. The inertial dampeners that were now active would prove very useful to Megatron; without them, the intense acceleration and deceleration would transform the Decepticon into a fine metal grain.

Moving laterally through one of the many struts connecting Vox Brawn’s docking ring to her main body, the compartment slowed to a stop before changing direction. Now it moved up, following the curve of the metrotitan’s spherical alternate mode as it traveled north.

"YES, LORD MEGATRON," She answered emphatically. "I WILL GRANT YOU FULL ACCESS AT THE COMMAND CENTER’S CENTRAL TERMINAL. REST ASSURED, HOWEVER, THAT THERE WILL BE PLENTY OF ROOM FOR EVERYTHING." The metrotitan had been designed to house thousands, along with the many kilos of cargo that would be accumulated on cosmic mining expeditions.

She could hardly wait. Corridors and rooms that had long since been emptied would once again bustle with activity. Conversations, arguments, perhaps even laughter would echo through her halls once more. It had been so long since Vox Brawn had heard the sound of laughter besides her own.

The lift stopped again. There was a brief pause as the pressure inside and outside equalized; then, the quiet, cheerful ding returned as the doors opened again, revealing to Megatron a sight that no Cybertronian had seen up close in many vorns. A massive glass dome stretched overhead, exposing the twinkling stars. At the Decepticon’s feet, the surface of Vox Brawn’s central processing unit ran as far as the optic could see.

One more step, and he would be standing on her brain. Thoughts would run underneath his pedes, shaking the ground beneath him like the current of a mighty subterranean river. His goal, however, was highlighted by a long line of gently blinking lights that lead to her command center. It sat on her brain like an unsightly blemish, clearly having been grafted to her CPU in a manner that was more construction than surgery.

"PROCEED INSIDE, MY LORD," Vox Brawn gently requested. "THE ANSWERS YOU SEEK ARE WITHIN."

The neural pathways blinked steadily beneath his pede, and before he dared to take that first step from the lift he stopped himself and thought ‘Who am I, that I deserve this honor?’ The footprint of another being inside your mind was horrific enough a thought, but a physical presence thrilled Megatron in a way he should have been ashamed of.

He knew what it was like—the subtle, soft tendrils of another’s presence sifting through his own, wet like oil and seeping into every crevice of his brain pan. Secrets exposed, fears laid bare, weaknesses drawn out…a shiver ran through his frame as he remember the cold, hard edge of Unicron’s presence. It cut like a blade, severing control from his own frame. Like a virus. Like smoke and water. A presence so powerful no matter how hard he fought he couldn’t shake it.

For the first time since Cybertron, he had tasted slavery, and as before, found it lacking.

This is not like that.

At Vox Brawn’s gentle urging, he took that first step.

The ‘ground’ beneath his pede thrummed with life. Warmth flowed from the lines of light, neural pathways brightening and pulsing as he took another step. He could feel the weight of her thoughts swelling up beneath him, titanic waves of ancient knowledge that almost brought him to his knees.

He stumbled, caught his footing, and respectfully slowed his stride.

[[I have…I am at a loss for words,]] he admitted, switching to the commlink. He did not trust his voicebox to refrain from glitching.

[[That I have met a living Metrotitan is miracle enough…that you have granted me leave to come aboard, and have invited me here…I am speechless.]]

(Source: therisingdarkness)

20 hours ago • 24?via?
#titan return #voxbrawn
Anonymous inquired:

Alrighty, if you do not want to participate in a romantic relationship with a human, you must have come across at least one cybertronian who would...right? I mean you'very been around for a few million earth years. There must be ONE bot/con that is at least curious. Secondly, have you ever let starscream dominate you? Or anyone for that matter?

My partners number in the triple digits. None of them have ever had anything to do with romance…except one. Maybe two.

As for the second part of your question, do I look like a mech who allows another to dominate?

21 hours ago • 1?
#Anonymous

"Okay then uhm, just friends! ... Acquaintances? Strangers with each others names? Pen pals?"

"None of the above."

22 hours ago • 1?
#whateverimdeadpool

tricotron:

themerrymagicianjazzy:

tricotron:

tfp megatron’s lips always look so cut up and raw and uncomfortable

probably why he’s mad all the time, he’s lost his chapstick

I don’t think any kind of chapstick can help with what’s going with his lips.

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