Chill out and enjoy the scenery

Happy megop week!!

A while back I made a megop playlist bc they were making me sick in the head, so im gonna try and make a drawing based on the prompts and then relate it to a song from the playlist each day!

When D-16 and Megatron have a "self dialogue" Based on this:

OMG OMG hear me out!!!

Listen my dudes, tell me that John and Mary Grayson (that’s her stage name btw, her real Romani name being Maireni) weren’t at LEAST Eastern European. Tell me Mary *didn’t* go into labor in Paris, Madrid, Rome or Vienna while she followed her Johnny’s touring as a single Flying Grayson during Haly’s INTERNATIONAL circuit!!!

Go on!!! Tell me that they didn’t fall in love with the US and didn’t move to Florida during their off-season!

And what parents would name their kid “Dick” unless they wanted him to get his ass kicked at school the meaning got lost in translation?!! They just wanted a “good, strong American name” for their first born son.

Imagine Dick Grayson with an accent!!! Imagine Alfred helping him soften it in order to protect his identity when he went out as Robin!!!!

Imagine his joyful exuberiance as he falls in love with American pop culture!!! Imagine his love of puns growing as they help him learn English better.

Imagine all the “Holy___, Batman!”

Imagine him bonding with Clark over being from “way out of town.” Imagine him using it as a excuse to get out of EVERYTHING. “Dick, why are you out tonight! I thought I told you no patrol before homework.” “Ah, is cultural misunderstanding.”

Imagine Bruce trying to learn Romani to make Dick feel like he’s home. Imagine Dick giggling as he gets the pronunciations wrong and feeling lees alone the more time they spend together. Imagine him whispering the word “dad” in Romani while Bruce is unconscious in the medbay.

Imagine the way it made adopting him very difficult and that’s why he became Bruce’s ward instead!!!!

Imagine several years down the line when his little brothers dig out an old OLD home movie like Dick’s fresh outta juvie and oh so small and adorable with his thick accent and realize their older brother Had. An. Accent and it totally explains all the weird shit coming out of his mouth when he’s too injured or exhausted or drugged…and his aptitude with different languages-because it’s totally not fair “You can’t be good at EVERYTHING, Dick!” btw it’s totally faded by now.

I just *really* have a need for a tiny foreign Robin hanging off Bruce’s arm and screaming “Bata-man!”

I’ve always had the head canon that Dick came to the manor with English as his 3rd or more-th language, and mistranslation naturally ensues constantly. Or Dick and Bruce both find a comfortable middle ground in a language they’re both conversational in (let’s say Portuguese or something) and muddling through together.

I also imagine galas would have been an absolute nightmare for Dick when he was younger. Not only do the Snobs of Gotham look down their noses at his accent, but idioms would have been a complete disaster.

I wrote this bad boy mostly in one day and Im so proud and happy with it hehe

Hope you'll like it!! 🥰

As always you can read it right here

Also here's a link to my ko-fi if you wanna support me 😗👉👈 No pressure of course but it would mean the world to me 🥰

doodle of a scene in a fanfic that's been stuck in my head for so long which u could read here!

i imagine that, even after his Robin days, Nightwing still has going limp trained into him. one time, when he and Starfire were in a particularly dangerous battle and cornered by a cliff edge, Starfire grabs hold of him and he just limp. Starfire assumes something has happened to him and panics, but finds that Nightwing is fine. he’s a bit embarrassed, seeing that he still has his Robin training instilled deeply within him somewhere.

Because he knows that bitch is Batman. He’d worked it through that big brain of his and he’s without a doubt certain that the same idiot who spilled champagne on him last New Year’s Eve moonlights as the Batman.

Dick, pointing to an ugly old guy on TV: that’s you

Jason, gesturing to a pug: that’s you

Dick: *flicks the side of Jason’s head*

Jason: do that again and i’ll smash your face in

Dick: bring it on, little wing!

Jason: *jokily shoves Dick off the couch*

Dick: *flies two feet and smashes through a glass table*

Tim and Damian watch Dick try and sneak up on Jason from behind to shove him in the pool but Jason doesn’t even budge, and they see Dick’s eyes widen in regret before he gets judo-flipped into the water. Jason tries to jump in after but forgets how big he is and manages to both land directly on Dick’s flailing body and cause a wave big enough to drench Alfred standing at the other edge. Damian turns dead eyes onto Tim,

Damian: promise me we’ll never be that immature.

Tim: we can learn from their stupidity

Firstly, I just thought the dancing that Rogue was watching in the first episode was a little similar to the one her and Erik were doing. Showing that she got what she was looking for but it wasn’t what she thought it was going to be like

Next just simply the kissing between the same people. Rogue was just doing exactly what she dreamed to do

Said character freezing up for a second, not really knowing how to respond, but not wanting it to stop? T o p t i e r.

Optimus casually recalls teasing Megatron about marriage, unknowingly triggering Megatron’s long-buried crush—leading to flustered punches, dramatic exits, and a room full of exasperated friends finally explaining to Optimus that Megatron likes him, you glorious idiot.

The following is a very, very short/incomplete draft.

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“Okay,” she said, arms crossed. “We’re doing this now.”

“Doing what?” Optimus asked.

“The conversation,” Ratchet added, rubbing his optics with one hand. “The one we should have had years ago but didn’t because your processor runs on honor and dense titanium.”

“I—thank you?” Optimus said uncertainly.

Ultra Magnus cleared his throat, which meant he was about to say something uncomfortable. “Optimus… Megatron was not enraged. Not truly. That—was not anger.”

Bumblebee leaned over and helpfully translated: “He was blushing. And flailing. And screaming. You don’t do that when you’re mad. You do that when someone tells you they want to marry you and your internal fans fail trying to keep up.”

Optimus blinked. “He punched me.”

“Because he didn’t know how to handle it!” Elita said, exasperated. “Primus, he probably dreamt about that moment for a megacycle afterward and screamed into his berth-pillow about it!”

Soundwave made a soft clicking noise. When everyone turned to him, he shrugged—a clear “She’s right.”

Optimus frowned. “But his face turned red from rage—”

“Nope,” Ratchet cut in. “That was embarrassment. Full energon-flushed facial plating. Textbook flustered warlord.”

“I—what?” Optimus looked genuinely baffled. “But… I joked about marrying him. That’s—surely that’s not something that would make him—”

“Elita,” Ratchet said dryly. “Please tell your noble idiot what flirting is.”

Elita said. “You basically fake-proposed to your secret crush and flirted without knowing it.”

“He’s not my crush!” Optimus blurted.

The entire room fell silent.

Even Soundwave tilted his head, as if questioning the very fabric of reality.

Optimus cleared his throat. “I mean—I didn’t think he’d take it seriously.”

Bee clutched his helm. “Optimus. He punched you twice and ran away screaming both times. That is the universal Cybertronian symbol for ‘I can’t handle how much I like you.’”

Elita sighed, stepping forward and placing both hands on Optimus’s shoulders. “You are the smartest mech I know. You’ve led armies. Taken down tyrants. Been chosen by the Matrix itself. But for the love of Primus, you are the densest mech on Cybertron when it comes to love.”

Optimus opened his mouth.

Then slowly closed it.

And very quietly said, “...He likes me?”

Soundwave made a series of chirps, translated loosely as, "He has liked you since before the war, you chrome-plated romance novel."

Optimus staggered back half a step and sat down heavily in his chair.

A beat of silence passed.

Then:

“...Should I apologize for not realizing sooner?”

“No,” Elita said. “You should go find him before he explodes from mutual pining and throws a chair through a window.”

Bumblebee grinned. “And maybe bring flowers.”

Ratchet muttered, “And wear extra armor. Just in case punch number three’s a knockout.”

Optimus buried his face in his hands.

“Primus help me.”

“No,” Elita said, already pushing him toward the door. “Go help yourself. Preferably by knocking on his door and asking if the proposal still stands.”

“Or if he wants to propose this time,” Bumblebee added.

Ratchet snorted. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”

NOTE: This will be made into a full work.

This is a potential idea. The short portion below would probably be somewhere near the ending of this story after a lot of ✨ feelings, drama, and pining✨.

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During yet another painfully familiar attempt at a peace treaty—one of countless efforts that had all ended in spectacular failure—Optimus Prime finds himself exhausted. Worn down not just by war, but by the endless cycle of hope and disappointment. Still, he persists. He has to. For Cybertron.

But when words fail once again, and negotiations spiral into the usual shouting and threats, Optimus tries something… different.

He proposes.

To Megatron.

Megatron, caught off guard, turns a shade of blue no Decepticon has ever achieved, screams a storm of profanities and obscenities, and promptly flees the scene by punching through a wall and making his tactical retreat.

What follows is an agonizing stretch of silence, longing, and entirely too many feelings. Until—finally—

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Title: Peace Through Passion: Article I

--The Proposal That Ended the War--

Peace talks had never been pleasant, but this one was particularly wretched.

Megatron was lounging sideways across his chair like he owned the building (he did not), Soundwave had hacked the holoscreens to loop footage of Optimus getting hit by debris (again), and Starscream had already said, “Maybe we should just assassinate the Prime,” at least twice.

Optimus, trying to remain diplomatic: “We cannot kill our way into a future, Starscream.”

Starscream: “That sounds like weak Autobot talk.”

Meanwhile, Bumblebee was stress-eating energon cubes, Ultra Magnus was shifting albeit minimally , and Arcee was sharpening a blade with a look that said she wasn’t opposed to ending someone.

And then—it happened.

Megatron leaned back with that insufferable smirk, voice like smoke: “You’ll never get what you want, Prime. You never do.”

And something in Optimus just… broke.

Tired. Lonely. Overwhelmed. Drenched in the sound of decades of war and Megatron’s voice echoing in his head.

So he said: "Then marry me, and we can stop fighting forever."

The room froze.

Soundwave’s optic flared. Starscream gasped like he’d won a drama award. Arcee whispered “What the actual frag.” Ultra Magnus fainted.

Megatron? Megatron turned blue. The deepest, most mortified, short-circuiting shade of blue.

He made a strangled noise.

Pointed at Optimus with the most accusatory servo Cybertron had ever seen.

And then screamed: "YOU—YOU—INSUFFERABLE, SELF-RIGHTEOUS—ROMANTIC FRAGGER!"

Then he ran. Literally ran, punching straight through the hundreds of pounds of steel, and dashing out. Shouting obscenities. Down the hall. Out the building.

Post / The Fallout- Oblivious Prime Strikes Again (the mech not my username, lol)

Optimus: “…Was it something I said?”

Ratchet stared at his very foolish friend:

“... Optimus...You proposed to the Megatron.’”

Bumblebee excitedly witnessing the whole situation: “This is the best day of my life.”

And from that moment on, everything changed.

--The Pining--

Optimus sent flowers.

Daily.

Soundwave kept posting “updates” that were really just edited footage of Megatron brooding on cliffs with dramatic music.

Ultra Magnus locked himself in a closet again. Occasionally screamed into the void.

The treaty was unofficially renamed The Accord of Romantic Intentions.

Ratchet accepted the situation and created an entire seating for potential wedding guests.

Starscream wrote several thinly veiled fanfics and tried to sell them to Knockout.

Optimus tried to be noble. Patient. Dignified.

But secretly?

He missed Megatron so much it hurt.

He missed their fights. Their arguments. The way Megatron’s optics flared when he got mad. That arrogant smirk. The fury.

The fire.

He loved him. Stupidly, endlessly, hopelessly loved him.

And now Megatron was a avoiding him.

--The Return--

Lightning split the sky. Thunder cracked. Dramatically.

And the door to the lounge exploded open.

Megatron stood there, drenched, furious, glowing with righteous rage.

He kicked the door aside and yelled:

“YOU CAN’T JUST LOVE ME, I’M TERRIBLE AT EMOTIONS AND ABSOLUTELY A WAR CRIMINAL!”

Then he hurled the bouquet, yet another one of the Prime's courting gifts, at Optimus.

It was Heliotropes, Forget-me-nots, Red Asters, Hyacinths, and Edelweiss.

Optimus caught it. Smiled.

“Then we’re both disasters. Let’s be terrible together.”

Silence. Crackling lightning. And a flustered warlord.

Megatron stomped forward, grabbed his pauldron, dragged him down, and snarled:

“If you’re going to marry me, you better mean it.”

Optimus, voice soft: “I have a cape picked out.”

Megatron, flushing cobalt: “I HATE YOU.”

Optimus, dreamily: “You will look radiant.”

Starscream sobbed in laughter in the background. Ultra Magnus fainted. Soundwave projected doves and sparkles.

Miko eavesdropping: “NO ONE TELL ME WHAT’S HAPPENING!”

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Idk if I should make it a full story. But here's a draft of Soundwave's editions to the peace treaty document.

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Official Treaty Document

THE ACCORD OF ROMANTIC INTENTIONS Ratified on the 20th Cycle of Awkward Love Confessions.

PARTIES INVOLVED:

Optimus Prime, Commander of the Autobots.

Megatron of Kaon, Commander of the Decepticons.

PURPOSE: To formally transition from time of War to marriage proposal as the primary form of Peace.

ARTICLES OF AGREEMENT:

Article I: Public Displays of Affection Shall be mandatory at diplomatic functions, including but not limited to:

War memorial dedications

Annual Peace Summits

Starscream’s sentencing hearings

Article II: Excessive Flower-Gifting Clause Optimus Prime is required to send one (1) bouquet per solar cycle. Failure to comply will result in Megatron throwing a chair. Again.

Article III: Emotional Availability Addendum Megatron will attend weekly sessions with Ratchet titled “Learning to Accept Compliments Without Hissing.”

Article IV: Starscream Gag Order Starscream is not allowed to comment on “the optics of this unholy alliance.” Violation punishable by being seated next to Ultra Magnus at the wedding. For dinner. For eternity.

Article V: The Wedding Shall be a public affair. Dress code: Formal Regalia Theme: “Explosion of Feelings.” Reception music provided by Soundwave. Catering by Knockout. Security by Ironhide, who disapproves.

SIGNATORIES:

Ratchet Soundwave Miko

Megatron

Optimus Prime

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Optimus put extra thought into the bouquets:

Heliotropes: Devotion and eternal love.

Forget-me-nots: True love and remembrance, a symbol of enduring connection.

Red Asters: Undying devotion and deep emotional love, often symbolizing powerful affection.

Hyacinths: Sincerity and heartfelt emotion, with different colors carrying specific meanings (e.g., blue for constancy, purple for sorrow or asking forgiveness).

Unfortunately, Minhkhoa Khan doesn’t truly go away…ever. He’s not in Gotham full time, but he seems to pop up on occasion, and the kids never get over their hatred for him.

Dick finds Khoa and Bruce making out in the closet and he throws a fucking fit.

Jason finds them in bed together and nearly claws Khoa’s eyes out.

Tim sees them leaned up against each other in the Bat Cave and kicks Khoa’s chair, making him fall.

Damian finds them having a late dinner together and tries to stab him w his own fork.

Bruce just sighs every time. Khoa grins. “I like them,” he says. “And they love you.”

“They hate you, Khoa.”

“I know. They’ve got good judge of character.”

He’s completely unbothered by the fact that his boyfriend’s kids despise his existence.

overexposure by distortopia for bat_butch (maybe my favorite fic of all time, so great and makes me cry)

a kind of ouroboros by @everyones-least-favorite-bard (the internal monologue hnnnnng)

they don't love you like i love you. by sandiazucar (minhkhoa parents!!!!)

The First Warm Thing by Noknowname (the feelings i feel about this fueiwhfuiewhuie)

i used to waste my time dreaming of being alive (now i only waste it dreaming of you) by @nygmamale (i just,,,, yeah)

be content with loneliness (because none of it was ever worth the risk) by @brutaliakhoa (ill just make incoherent noises about this one hufuwribuireqbuiqwhfuirwqefbrequivberqui)

Dear Bruce by HuntedPrincess [go read everything from this writer right now ( -_•)︻╦╤─]

indeclinable by @neutral-as-fuck (this is just soooo fhuerihfuerqhvuiqervui)

Let Me Worry About It by jamiePT (murder :3)

what keeps us coming back by novashyperion (twobats!!!!!!!!)

You Are My Center When I Spin Away by bat_butch and bellandeano (angst ;-;, also emotional mature minhkhoa khan? in my house?)

a complete history of heartbreak on the planet earth by pomeloquat (this feels like a timeline reconciliation and I needed that so bad)

victory is best served on your nemesis' lips by @cheesed-14 (sooooo funny and silly :3)

Sapphire in Moonlight by Serenityreview (i feel like this one is a ghostbat classic)

Chronos by EventualToast (not ghostmaker focused, but such a good fic)

The Beating Heart by BumblingBeesAndWillowTrees (rarepair win! but sooooo well-written <3)

Tiny Things by novashyperion

you're still the oxygen i breathe / i see your face when i close my eyes by @nygmamale (guys its so good)

Fell Out of Bed, Butterfly Bandage, But Don't Worry by @babygirlcowboy (Khoa characterization!!!!! ahhhh!!!)

third act twist by pomeloquat (im a superghostbat shipper at heart, so this rules)

irresolution doesn't suit you by @loosingmoreletters (i fucking love this au, there's so much potential and it had me screaming)

in spite of everything by Anonymous (I love character studies!!!!!!)