PACIFICAE-MORS

Long post ahead, but please bear with me and read it through.

I’ve gotten a lot of questions in my absence; I worried a lot of you again, and I’m sorry. Sadly all that’s been going on is more of the same, and I’ve had to make some pretty tough decisions as far as time-distribution goes. I’ll give you the basic gist, here:

I really had to focus, build up more varied experience, and find a steady job. Good news is I have!

My neck of the woods has horrible service, and I haven’t been able to afford upkeep for my devices. Now I can!

Caught COVID. Wasn’t terrible for me, but it and everything that comes with it has made family life very difficult. I’m single, but some blood relatives do depend on my help. This has gotten easier recently!

With all of these circumstances together, my time has been more or less entirely sucked up, even if I’d had access to online social treats like tumblr.

On to where this leaves us, then.

RP CHANGES

For those I’ve been writing one-on-one RP with, I’m sorry to say I won’t be doing RP at all anymore, at this time. There’s just no feasible, prudent way for me to squeeze it in, no matter how much I’ve enjoyed every one of the games I’ve been privileged to be a part of. Thank you all for your time, your imagination, and your thoughtfulness; I’ve loved every second, and I’m sorry to have to stop. If ever I’m able to return to it, you’ll be the first to know.

For those I’ve been writing public, multiplayer RP with (which is just the one TFPrime universe including the wonderful @tyrantofthefirmament and several other incredibly talented people), I have slightly happier news. While I can’t play, for practical reasons stated, there will be a successor to the Megatron you’ve helped me weave.

I’ve spoken a lot with @perishindefiance, especially in relation to Megs. I’m going to take a moment to say thank you to them, because those were such fruitful discussions, and they gave me a solid foundation to work with when I was in many a pickle. Their perception of Megatron is (by my own judgement at least) fantastic; careful and balanced, insightful, and critical where it should be. While our Muses are different, I am so grateful they were willing to take up where I’ve left off in the public RP, in order to continue the story! I hope you will all take the time to appreciate what they offer; it’s a rare opportunity. They’re a wonderful person, a striking Muse, and a formidable opponent to spar with in the realm of written word. ;)

FOR MY LOYAL FOLLOWERS

For all my followers, new and old: I will still be reachable on tumblr as both Muse and Mun, but for the reasons above, I can’t promise consistent responses if you try to interact. I’ll be posting snippets of stories and art projects and speaking as the Muse, if you’re interested in staying! It will be intermittent, but I can promise you’ll the same quality of work that has always been important to me.

Thank you all for reading down to this point! If you have any questions or concerns, please feel free to message.

Yours,

“How optimistic of you, Anon. Your assume our war IS over.” It isn’t. He knows this better than most. It’s simply changed.

Comrades? Enemies? They have always been one and the same. He was a fool to believe there were any exceptions — Soundwave, his traitorous mind garbles instinctively. ‘Visits’ are out of the question. Death is too close, clinging to him like the scent of of fire long extinguished, and he knows that it will happily claim him again if he is not careful — if he does not conceal himself and heal.

Megatron: what — not killing you?

The SHARK plushie plops with finality into the warlord’s tensed lap, blissfully unaware that a glare renowned in five seperate stellar systems is being leveled furiously at its soft, purplish grey body.

It was not in fact alive, and was so incapable of doing wrong. Regardless, Megatron’s expression conveyed with acidic conviction that the shark currently occupying his lap had insulted him in every way possible, and deserved a fitting end.

The gleaming fusion cannon at his side seemed to approve of this assessment, letting off a disgruntled —but nonetheless threatening — sheen.

“I. Have no need. For any replacement.” Megatron seethed, and without another word dumped the offending plushie to the floor.

It is an impressive dodge.

His laugh is a rarity; genuine and full, its authenticity a bit too rough to be pleasant. She is quite something, this one. “Pardon my error, my dear. We seem doomed to chase one another in the same dance; I wonder whether we’ll ever stumble on one another’s true intentions, at this rate.

The warlord’s accent turns effortlessly twisted; complex and grand in the fashion of grand speeches and haughty mecha born for glory on a platter. “For your benefit, then, let me speak plainly. If not what I desire, what I’ve done is neither purposeless, nor is it empty — be relieved for me, therefore, and further celebrate my achievements. Or would you rather avoid celebration? I seem to recall you mourn the many I’ve killed, after all.” It is all hot air and teasing; he sees no need to give her the satisfiaction of hearing anything more substantial. The femme enjoys the banter, to all appearances.

Sleep clouds his mind, thick and heavy, recharge still lingering in his dozing systems. Megatron glares with dim optics at the Anon, neck cables already aching from holding his heavy helm upright, irritation building at having been so rudely awoken.

The fusion cannon in his arms couldn’t be more obvious, its gleaming beauty painfully conspicuous. It’s locked like a lover in his arms, pressed close to his chassis, perfectly oiled slot ready to slide into his arm, the trigger mechanism poised and tempting in the event that an intruder should be so foolish as to dare its glorious wrath.

[Later in Autobot MedBay]

Ratchet: Looks like a fusion blast. Like. From Megatron’s one-of-a-kind cannon that he probably sleeps with.

👀- seeing my RP partner affected by my writing. There’s nothing better than writing a scene so well that the other person forgets everything but the story, and feels as if they’re actually talking/interacting with Megatron. It’s a ‘guilty’ pleasure because, for instance: I don’t like to scare people, but sometimes it’s so rewarding when someone is scared because they got into the story — especially if it’s the good kind of scared.

⚓️- Depends; on my part, or theirs?

On my part, when I make a big consistency mistake I will want to start over. Only if I went too far — if I really upset a person with my writing (especially a young person) — would I instantly drop the thread.

Definitely.

Sometimes, after a long day of writing during breaks at work, I will start to respond more assertively to people. Sometimes my teasing takes on a point. I start to be a bit less meek about how I approach giving advice, and more blunt about how I see things to be. Never a huge difference from what I usually do, but enough to notice and feel odd.

Sometimes I have a more calculating/distant approach to life in general, after playing him for a long period of time.