this fic has been eating away at me. its so delightful and well-written and ive reread it so many times now and each time it just gets funnier and my scribbles here dont make sense on their own or even cover half of the great moments in it so go read it
[ID: A digital drawing of Megatron holding Twitch Malto to his chest. She is returning his hug, but she is very small and he is very large, so her arms can’t reach very far around him. Both of their eyes are closed, with Twitch’s expression seeming content and Megatron appearing pained. END ID.]