Stormbringer.

@tempestas-armiger

Megatron frowns when one of his so-called horns is looped.

Annoyed, he reaches up and lifts the rope from his helm. Gripping the end, he turns to whoever it is that's intent on harassing him. "Let me guess. This is your first rodeo." Yanking on the rope, hand over hand, he tries to pull the other forward, to him.

His size, his strength, the way he moves and that grumpy stare he makes only seems to intrigue the stormbringer, he chuckles when the rope makes contact with his horn before shortly being pulled off, being yanked forward by the other brightly colored mech. He stands as tall as this stranger too, he had expected him to be large from the way he’d seen him when he was stuck as a worm, but he was definitely comparable to his own bulky size.

“I guess you could say that.”

He replies, letting Megatron pull him while heavy pedes steps guide him forwards and closer to the other. But he stops mere feet from the mech and holds the rope in a servo, locking himself in place.

Waspinator buzzed slightly, coming across the lime colored fluffy noodle on the floor.

He picked it up and wiggled it slightly, watching the googly eyes wiggle.

- @wazzpinator-do-not-know

“Unhand me.”

Is what he’d say if he was able to speak. Instead, all he could really do was squirm in the other’s grasp. These cursed googly eyes, he looked like an idiot. A once powerful mech now as small as the pest that held him. He’d ensure the faceless demon that did this to him received punishment for their crimes.

He’d wiggled, but obviously that did no good for his situation. He was brought to a darkened area and for a brief moment he felt a flutter of fear inside his small, fuzzy body. Where was he? He’d been released, but now he was unsure of these strange surroundings. What he did see, was that wasp that had manhandled him, holding a piece of fruit his way. He’d tried to zip towards it and use it as a ramp to fly up and hit the wasp’s face, but instead, smashed right into the fruit piece with a wet plap.

@tempestas-armiger

Megatron raises an optical ridge at the small fuzzy...thing.

And then his optics dilate to the size of saucers when it crawls up his leg. While it's not slimy, or oozing, or sticky, it's still trying to get underneath his plating.

He’d spent most of the day sulking over this rotten little form, but seeing the fear distilled in his frenemy’s eyes was exciting to the little worm. He crawls up his leg plates and around his thighs, going up his backstrut, all the while gleefully zipping around playing pieces to avoid being caught.

“I will do no such thing.”

Writing with a dangerous muse can be really interesting and exciting, but there are some things to be mindful about to make the experience fun for everyone involved.

When interacting with a dangerous muse, keep in mind that it’s not the other mun’s responsibility to rein their muse in if your muse is constantly being rude. Antagonize a dangerous muse at your own risks! Especially if there was no prior plotting involved, taunting/insulting a dangerous muse can result in your muse getting injured or worse.

Sometimes, a muse is going to be more powerful than yours. It’s more likely to be the case when interacting with a very dangerous muse. It’s ok if your muse doesn’t always have the upper hand, it’s ok if your muse isn’t always the strongest, or the most dangerous. Power imbalances are fun, but they require compromise. 

Remember that it’s not always fun for the mun if their dangerous muse only gets used for antagonistic purposes. Yes, of course, if someone is writing a “villain” or a very dangerous muse, they know it will lead to antagonistic threads. But it doesn’t mean they don’t want to explore other themes as well! All muses have nuances.

Transformer pretenders:

HELL CANNOT CONTAIN ME, YOU CANNOT CONTROL ME.

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