My favorite Megatron is the “Transformers Animated” incarnation. Most of the time, he’s suave and crafty and a more cultured variety of large ham than his roaring gladiator counterparts. But TFA Megatron is also the least successful Megatron. Now, I can’t speak for all incarnations of Transformers since I haven’t seen all of them, but I’m familiar with Bayverse, Prime, War for/Fall of Cybertron, the Marvel and IDW comic runs, etc… and TFA Megatron didn’t do so well as those other Megs. He’s the Megatron who lost to the Autobots, who got himself and his entire faction kicked off Cybertron, who spent millions of stellar cycles just drifting through space looking for one relic and accomplishing nothing else…
And then I realized something else. TFA Megatron is unique in that in his version of the universe, Cybertron is not a wasteland. The planet did not get completely trashed during the war- it still exists and it is still thriving. The reason TFA Megatron lost is because he wasn’t willing to do what other Megatrons felt was acceptable or just didn’t think about at all in their pursuit of victory: destroy Cybertron.
TFA Megatron lost the war because he actually gave a fuck. He cares about his home planet. Sacrificing Cybertron wasn’t an acceptable cost. For my money, that makes him the best Megatron.
Well, @apprenticeofdreams , I set out to remake the Ratchet moodboard and ended up with a TFA Megatron instead. I hope you like it cuz I was kind of happy with this one??
Late for the Date’s Optimeowth is how I originally imagined Orion to be lol. Just OP with glasses. But since then I’ve just kinda kept drawing OP with glasses anyway so I guess I should do up a proper version of Orion haha.
(*peeks under pile of trash* You’re fine! Come on out of there and have a fic. :))
Megatron’s General towered over him almost as much as he himself did over Optimus, and yet the warlord never looked the slightest bit intimidated, lounging in Strika’s lap as if it were a throne, his wicked grin discreetly half-hidden by the glass of vintage highgrade he was sipping. Optimus watched them from where he knelt on the floor, his head pillowed lazily against Strika’s thigh and Megatron’s fingers caressing his helm almost lovingly.
“My loyal soldier,” Megatron purred, setting Strika’s engines rumbling, “and my clever little Autobot pet.”
“I have a name,” Optimus protested, then broke off, flushing hot; Megatron’s dark, gravelly voice had made his fans kick on audibly, causing the Decepticon leader’s smile to widen even further.
“Of course you do,” he murmured as he curled a finger and tilted the Autobot’s chin up, running his thumb over those plush lips, “Optimus Prime.”
I did not know I needed this in my life and then it existed and filled a void.
Cybertronian Database 