eat a book to gain its vocabulary

// ourgh that was a lot sorry all 😭 I'll do Turbines info in a bit

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝

// I have remade his ref so you all know what time it is

// what if I bring my bbg Turbine back I miss him 💔

// psps human oc for the tf verse

Flexing a servo, he lightly scoots it closer to himself. Optics quickly moving over what has already been finished. "Mmh. I see why this is taking such a long time." One digit moves to quickly scroll through what has not yet been organized. "It is just this you must finish now?"

// will get to replies later today‼️

// ♡ for a Megatron headcanon!

"You think I would come to you willingly?" There is a bitter, nearly sarcastic laugh that falls from his lips. "If I told anyone else what I am trying to do. I would be sent even further away than where I am now." His gaze flickers forward. "For once. This is not just for myself. But for the-+

He does not even blink at the aggression. A mere shrug pushing his shoulders up, then back down. He is past fear. Or so it seems. "It will." He turns to walk back into his little hideaway, pausing to glance over his shoulder. "Enjoy that box."

This is honestly further than he thought he would get. He had not thought this far ahead. It is so unlike him, to be without words, so he just spouts things. "I am not as I was, per se." "-I learned oppression and it's meaning. I am done, with that life. If that is how you know of me." Optics-+

It's no big surprise that 𝖞𝖔𝖚 turned out t̲h̲i̲s̲ way — When they close their eyes and prayed you would change ..

"No." A simple response, as he glances over his shoulder. "I want to talk to you about something." He internally cringes at his own vague choice of words. The silver mechs pace does not slow- it keeps whatever nauseating feelings he has at bay. "I would.... appreciate, input on some things."

There is a twinge of guilt that twists in his tanks. But, he pushes it down to scowl at the other. "Do not lecture me of what is and is not pointless." He straightens his form, chin tilting up in indignation. Stepping back however to a respectable distance. "I know that now more than ever."

"Yes, yes I am aware of who I am and what I can do." He snaps, waving his servo as if he does not care. "Lucky for you, I don't want to do anything ANYWAY." He scowls at the other. Although he is partially amused. It stokes his ever inflamed ego. Or what is left of it. "I'm just here to...talk."

"Good." A gruff sound falls from him in acknowledgement as he pushes to walk past the other mech. Steps heavy as he silently makes his way in no certain direction. He doesn't have the words, yet. He's being dramatic maybe. But he could care less right now.

// ♡ for a Megatron headcanon!

"There is one thing." He pauses, shifting his gaze like someone could be listening. When he confirms there is no one.. "I just.." this feels icky, "I wanted to... thank you. I know we have our differences." He nearly shudders, expression pinched. "Take a crate. As a... show of my thanks." He-+

"That depends." He shifts his jaw, servos flexing before settling into loose fists at his sides. He hates this. Asking. He's Megatron! He shouldn't need help. Especially not from... Him. "Walk with me." It is not so much a request as it is a demand.

"Oh please, don't get your circuts in a twist." He stays where he is, rather unthreatening. His head just tilts forward to watch warily. "I'm not here to fight, or..- whatever it is you think I am going to do."

They work in relative silence. Megatrons lips curved down in a frown each time he reaches for another crate. It isn't.. too hard. He would be lying if he said he did not appreciate the other in this moment. But Megatrons pride would never allow him to admit it. Placing the last of his crates-+

The affirmative answer is all he needs. Megatron shifts his shoulders back motioning to whatever stable surface is avaliable. "Show me what you have so far." He settles, the only time Megatron is doing a good deed. He is a strange one.

He is not as quick with them. But he isn't about to let Void do ALL of the work. Megatron just wouldn't have gotten it done all on his lonesome. "Mhh." He grumbles to himself, tossing things down without much care. He does keep the other in his peripheral. If just to be wary.

"Mmh." He grunts in faint acknowledgement, shifting to move. Gaze lingering on the datapad as the other speaks. "You've been working at it for quite a while." He notes, gaze flickering up. "Would you like some assistance looking it over?"

Good. That seemingly appeases him. For now, at least. Motioning them on, he is already trekking to nod at a myriad of heavy looking parts? Weapons? It was.... definitely something. "Just this." A grunt as he presses to snatch up whatever he can carry "Move these outside wherever it will fit."

normalize making enemies out of people who are over 50 times your size.

is this how you save the world? this place looks like hell...

"Why not, is the real question." Shifting his jaw mindlessly, his gaze hardens. Lips tugging downward. He never has learned how to ask nicely. Even after all of this time. "If you truly need an answer-" He narrows his optics, "I need you to help me move something. One thing."

i am a demanding creature. i am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable. but i am your servant. when you starve i will feed you; when you are sick i will tend you. i crawl at your feet. for you alone i will be weak.

// -☆ Portrayal of Megatron from the Prime Wars trilogy. Mostly headcanoned based!

Taps the sign.

// Credits -> etc

#tfrp | #rp

𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝐲𝐨𝐮 .ᐣ

// thinking....

// no I lied I can't do it 💔 imma switch which Megatron I'm writing for though

// thinking... might flip this account to someone else but idk who yet 🗿 would yall fw an oc maybe? Idkkk

He has been... oddly quiet recently. Too quiet. It is almost suspicious.