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nevis-the-skeleton · 2 years

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Would Starscream make a good leader?

So today I'm going to answer a new question about Starscream. Yes I really like this character, so it's often on him that I do analyses X). Anyway ! The question is: Would Starscream make a good leader?

Here, I will answer on each series that I know, except RID15 since it's linked to TFP. So, I will be presenting on these series: G1, Animated, Prime, and Cyberverse.

G1:

First, the G1! So I honestly think yes, he could be a good leader. In Decepticon logic. Let me explain. Starscream is rather quite head-burned in this series, it's true, as well as a little oblivious sometimes (not to say often).

But that is what is expected of a soldier, and especially of the leader of the Seekers. If he doesn't set an example for his troops, it's not Thundercraker and Skywarp who will go into battle, very clearly…

The Decepticons need a leader who does not hesitate to fight, and Starscream never hesitates, he is even the first indignant when Megatron sounds the retreat. In fact, the G1 Starscream is the bravest of the Starscreams. The only thing that seems to scare him is Megatron (and still, not that much).

He proved himself capable of creating effective plans, and his scientific knowledge kept the Decepticons out of terrible trouble.

Also, I remember an episode where everything went wrong with the Decepticons, mainly because Megatron was not there, but also Starscream, because of Blitzwing and Astrotrain. And just because the leader and the SIC were absent it became a huge mess!

To summarize: Astrotrain created an army of trains, Blitzwing took a football field hostage, and the Constructicons created a large labyrinth, at the request of Blitzwing. And in the end, it ended in a general fight against Blitzwing and the Constructicons. While Astrotrain was flooding the city…

Starscream and Megatron were out for an hour maximum, and the other Decepticons had time to do all this disaster…

Also, some of those who reblogd my blog "Why Megatron keeps Starscream in his ranks" talked about a theory that said Megaton didn't kill Starscream, because he kept him always alert. And that if Starscream was able to defeat Megatron, that would mean the Seeker deserved the place of leader. Well, of course this is a theory that can clearly only work in the G1… In Prime, that would greatly surprise me, and let's not talk about the other series. But, in the G1, it could easly be true. It's in fact a really good theory.

But, therefore, that would mean that Megatron sees leadership potential in Starscream, otherwise he wouldn't give him a chance of living.

* Animated:

Next, let's see for Animated. So, I'll be honest: no, he clearly wouldn't make a good leader… I remind you that he isn't even capable of managing his clones…

And those are just parts of himself, so kind of like him. Plus, there are some that aren't necessarily insubordinate, but the original Starscream can't even handle those…

Imagine the carnage it would be with an entire army… Not to mention that as soon as Megatron “died” all the Decepticons jumped ship, leaving Starscream in the lurch… He's a strong fighter, but he hasn't really shown anything that proves any form of leadership abilities.

Prime:

Now let's see for the Starscream from Transformers Prime. So, my answer is simple: yes definitely! There's no doubt that he would make a good leader. In fact, the only thing stopping him from being one are his doubts and psychological issues, most of them because of Megatron.

Without Megatron, Starscream has proven to be far more capable and gifted. It's Megatron who blocking him, but in truth, he would surely make a better leader than him.

As a reminder, he lead the Decepticons for 3 years on Earth. He allowed them to have one of the most thriving energon mines, he didn't specifically mess with the Autobots for a long time, simply because it wasn't necessary. In fact, prior to Megatron's return, the Decepticon cause was doing extremely well. And even better.

Also, if Starscream led the Decepticons during Megatron's absence, it was because the latter asked him to. Megatron realizes that Starscream is capable of leading, if he wasn't, he would never have given him leadership. Whatever Megatron says afterwards, telling him that Starscream mishandled things. It was clearly a lie to belittle Starscream, so that the latter would lose the self-confidence he had regained during the absence of the leader of the Decepticons.

But it could also indicate that Megatron sees Starscream as a threat. I think that's why Megatron hurts Starscream so badly it's because even if the Seeker is power hungry, he would still make an excellent leader, and Megatron know it.

Not to mention that Starscream was a political leader of Vos, and the Commander of the Seekers on Cybertron. He has leadership experience, no doubt on that. Also, he was the one who created most of the attack plans, not Megatron. He is practically the mastermind of the Decepticons, Megatron is just the representation.

Without forgetting that when things degenerate, Starscream is aware that it's not necessary to be stubborn! Kof Like facing a space bridge that explodes Kof. So, even if Megatron is intelligent, it does not prevent Starscream from being more thoughtful and less oblivious than him (running away from a space bridge which is about to explode is not cowardice but common sense).

Cyberverse:

And finally, Cyberverse. So in the series, after "killing" Megatron, he seemed incapable of making decisions. When the others asked him what to do, he just looked confused.

But I just feel like the directors forgot he's the leader of the Seekers. In addition, he seems to be perfectly respected by them. So if he can lead the Seekers, why can't he lead the Decepticons? Even though it was quite comical, I still found it quite strange. The Seekers are still more loyal to Starscream than to Megatron, so that means they respect his leadership, right? * So, it can be concluded that basically Starscream has the abilities to be a leader, and even a good leader. It's just that his own issues and flaws prevent him from fully reaching that potential. * So, that was my answer on a few series. Of course I can't answer all of them, simply because there are some that I haven't seen ^^; … But, whatever X).

Do not hesitate to suggest me analyzes that you would like me to do ;). Have a nice day (～￣▽￣)～.

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islesnucks · 3 years

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could you write something fluffy with tito? like just pure fluff pleaseeee

i’d love to! first time writing for tito hope this turns out okay hahaha

NOT 'IF', 'WHEN' - ANTHONY BEAUVILLIER X READER

Word count: 897

Warning: none

Summary: you give Tito his birthday present and he notices something particular about him, just overall pure fluff as requested

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“Happy birthday!” you said placing the little gift bag on your boyfriend’s lap as he rested on the couch.

“But it isn’t my birthday.” Anthony looked up at you confused, grabbing the paper bag.

“Happy early birthday!” you corrected yourself, smile not fading. He could tell you were excited, but he still didn’t get why you were giving it to him now since his birthday was more than a month away.

You noticed this and proceeded to explain yourself. “I know, I know. I had this idea for a gift and I thought it’d take longer to get done but it didn’t so I already have it and I can't wait another month or so to give it to you.”

His lips curled up as he heard you, it was so you to get excited about small stuff he didn’t even know why he was surprised at first, especially with gifts. He swore one of his favorite things ever was to watch you open gifts, the way your face would light up even with the smallest present, only caring about the meaning behind it.

“Babe you know I don’t expect gifts or anything-” he started to say, the same speech he’d use whenever you spent money on him, but you cut him off.

“‘You are all I could ever wish for’ I know Beauvillier, we’ve been together for 4 years now and every single time I buy something for you you say the same thing. Can you please just open it? I really think you’re gonna like it.”

“Ok, ok. Come here.” He lifted the bag with one hand as the other grabbed the belt loop of your pants, drawing you closer to him.

You positioned yourself sideways on his lap and he put one arm around you, the other bringing down the bag to place it on your lap. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and he gave you a final funny look before opening the bag and carefully pulling out his present.

“It’s a dog tag chain and it has something engraved.” you told him before he could even take a proper look at it, something he found extremely cute and made it clear with a gentle chuckle.

He turned the tag on his hand and read the set of numbers written on it. “Our anniversary.”

“Nice, you remembered.” you joked, knowing well he’d never forget it.

“How could I not? It’s my favorite day ever.” It was, he’d always remember the day you said yes to being his girlfriend as the luckiest day of his life, and it would only take place as his second favorite day once the first place was taken by the day you said yes to marrying him, something he had already been planning and wasn’t far away.

“I thought it would be a nice thing to have you know when you go on roadies or when you play, like a little reminder I love you and I’m proud of you, so I’m kind of always there with you in a way.” The smile on his face only grew and his eyes showed all the love and adoration he had for you as he heard you speak.

“Thank you. I love it.” He stretched his neck to place a kiss on your cheek, loving the proud look you had in your eyes. Then he looked once again at the tag and noticed something. "Please don’t take this the wrong way, why does it have so much free space?"

“Because I thought you know in the future if any other important things happen you can get them engraved there.” you said biting your lip nervously.

“Other important things?”

“You know what I mean.” Your blushing cheeks and the way you were suddenly avoiding eye contact gave it away. It wasn’t a new topic, you had talked about it many times, but that didn’t make it less embarrassing whenever it came up.

“I do, but I wanna hear you say it.” he insisted, nudging you gently with his head.

You finally looked at him, sheepish smirk met by his expectant gaze. “You know if we get married and have kids and all of that, you can get those special dates engraved on the tag too.”

It was music to his years knowing you had that thought about that as you went shopping for his birthday gift, because it was something that never left his mind. He could not picture a future without you, it didn’t matter if he went on to win 10 Stanley cups or his career was over tomorrow, if you lived in new york or back in canada or the other side of the word, as long as you were next to him he knew he’d be happy.

“Not ‘if’, ‘when’ we get married and have kids.” he corrected you playfully, with a spark on his blue eyes that made your heart skip a beat. You didn’t know how but he somehow managed to make you fall more and more in love with him every moment, this not being the exception.

“When we get married and have kids.” you repeated, a loving smile matching his as you leaned down to kiss him.

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femsolid · 3 years

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My friend group is very liberal. Everyone is very LGBT-rights and “cis lesbians should like trans women” type energy. I’ve always felt the same way except recently, I took a closer look at things and realised that like…. No. Homosexual people should not feel PRESSURED into having sex with someone if they do not experience sexual attraction to that person’s body. Even if that person “identifies as” the same gender. Sex does not equal gender. And now I feel pretty antsy every time I see posts like that. I don’t know. I’m not a “terf” but my feminist ideology is very woman-aligned and I like the term WOMAN and not words like “uterus havers” and “menstruators”. I’m starting to feel anxiety because my own best friend reblogd anti-terf stuff. But I’ve lurked on the radblr community and I really do agree with everything they say. From the bottom of my heart, I believe in protecting women. Women no matter what they look like and who they’re attracted to. Radical feminism has changed the way I view myself and the world in a good way. I’m just not comfortable with accepting the whole “lesbians shouldn’t see an issue with having sex with a woman-identifying person who has a penis” because I thought that Same Sex Attraction meant experiencing sexual attraction to those with the same biology as you. Pro-trans people themselves say that sex does not equal gender. So wouldn’t that apply to sexuality too? Sorry for the huge vent. I just literally have NO ONE AT ALL to talk about this to. All of my friends are not anywhere near accepting gender critical thinking.

Please don't appologize for expressing yourself.

Lately I've seen a lot of young women who are experiencing the same thing. From what I have seen though, you are more likely to grow tired of them than they are of rejecting you. Meaning you'll probably be the one who'll move on with your life before they can even call you a big bad witch. I also don't believe that a good friend would reject you for expressing basic feminist views. So if at some point you do speak up against this rape propaganda and a friend of yours reacts in an abusive way, they might just be showing their true colours.

Also remember that you do not have to fit into a political box. You don't have to go from liberal to radical immediately. I'm glad you've found solace in radical feminism, but don't worry about labelling yourself this or that, or about belonging to a certain group. Be yourself, make up your own mind, plus as you wrote "From the bottom of my heart, I believe in protecting women." if you follow this path you can't go wrong :)

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sleepless-in-starbucks · 4 years

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Can’t Even Bleed Out Alone Anymore, SMH

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Summary: Vigilantes and cops didn’t mix. But neither did Remy’s blood with the cement beneath him, so maybe desperate times called for desperate measures. ...Or no measures whatsoever. That worked too. Warnings: Non-detailed but fairly often mentions/descriptions of blood, talk of a major + physically violent fight, mentions/thoughts of death/dying, swearing Pairings: Platonic creativisleep Notes: Based off this post. Tagging @blinksinbewilderment because she’s the one who reblogded the post, and @rosesisupposes because vigilantes are superhero-esque + she picked the pairing so I think she deserves to know why I needed a random ship at 9pm

Vigilante business was, in general, a pretty lawless business. That was the whole thing, in fact- no rules! No laws! Creatures of justice and the night and miscellaneous bullshit!

There were, however, a few unspoken rules of thumb. But they were simple things, things that came with the whole territory of being a vigilante. Things like ‘don’t get caught’ and ‘don’t wear bright colours’ and ‘don’t rat on other vigilantes.’ There was also, of course, the most important not-rule rule:

You don’t go to the fucking cops.

Now, in Remy’s defense, he hadn’t meant to go to the cops. Really! He hadn’t! He had tried everything else!

...And in this case, everything else was ‘hope to miraculously gain the strength to move or die in this dirty, cold alleyway.’ Remy thought it was a wonderful idea, really, especially since he didn’t have any others.

He was also pretty sure he didn’t have enough blood in his body, but that was a secondary issue.

He also hadn’t technically gone to the cops!

They came to him, which really shouldn’t have surprised Remy as much as it did. It was a shady alleyway in one of the more crime-ridden parts of town. It, of all places, needed police patrols.

That didn’t stop Remy from startling when he heard footsteps at the end of the alley, slow, calculated steps clearly taken by someone who had done this walk many times before. He tried to move at first, to stand up and run, or even just move enough to hide himself, but all he succeeded in doing was sending a shockwave of pain through his entire body. He gritted out a grunt as he slumped back against the wall.

To his disappointment, the movement attracted the attention of the patrolling officer, their footsteps stopping. “Hello? Is someone down there?”

Remy bit his lip, hoping if he kept quiet the officer would pass by. It didn’t help that he recognized that voice; it belonged to one Roman Prince, a police officer Remy had come face to face with a couple of times in his work.

And by ‘couple of times’ he meant at least once a week for the last four months. Roman was a good guy, one who wanted to help as much as he could, and it lead to him taking a lot of night shifts in the worst parts of town. Which were, coincidentally, the places Remy, nighttime vigilante, ended up the most.

So they ended up talking a lot. Sometimes in battle, when Roman just had to play the part of a hero and Remy had to save his stupid courageous ass. Sometimes after battle, to talk about how much Roman disagreed with Remy’s methods while Remy just smirked and said his methods were the reason why Roman had anyone to handcuff. Sometimes there was no battle- they were just bored, both in need of a conversation partner, and both in the same area at the same time.

Tonight, right now, though? Remy did NOT want a conversation partner. Or any partner, in fact. He needed to be alone and not worried over and definitely not helped because he was a lone vigilante, which meant he worked alone, took care of himself alone, and dammit he was going to die alone too.

Not that he thought he was going to die!

Probably not.

Maybe.

It wasn’t entirely certain. He just needed to get some strength together, and go home, and patch up all his cuts, of which there were… more than three.

Alright so maybe the odds weren’t really stacked in his favor, but that was alright. He made the odds his bitch on the regular. If he had done it before, he could do it again!

“I’m coming down there, alright?”

Except today, apparently, since Roman was just too damn noble for his own good. Remy mentally ignored the fact that it was also just a standard part of his job.

He kept silent even as Roman came down the way, hoping that maybe if he stayed still and quiet Roman wouldn’t notice him. But despite his attempts, Roman’s flashlight still ended up in his face (blinding him and forcing his to tilt his head away), and the officer gasped as he recognized the now bloody and torn outfit. “Nightshade?”

“No, this is a hobo. Leave me alone.” Remy called back, well aware it wouldn’t work, but figured that he had nothing to lose to just try it. Given how rough his voice sounded, and the fact that halfway through his declaration he had to stop to half-cough, half-retch, however, Remy knew he was done for.

The steps, which had been a slow, measured pace, broke into a sprint, Roman quickly crossing the rest of the alley to reach Remy. The minute he got to the wounded vigilante, he fell into a crouch, placing his flashlight down so that it lit Remy up but let him use both his hands. Remy grimaced when he saw the concern in Roman’s expression. “Listen, hun, I know how this looks, but really, I’m gucci-”

“Shh.” Roman hushed gently, and Remy shut up immediately, not completely sure why. It was just something in Roman’s face, the stiff way his jaw was set as he looked Remy over more fully, taking in the extent of Remy’s injuries. Something cold and cruel that, while Remy doubted was directed at him, made Remy afraid of Roman.

Which was insane, right? Roman was a hard worker and a good fighter but, at heart, he was a goofball and a dramatic with an overactive imagination. He could be brave, and tough, and strong, but not scary.

But then Roman’s hand was under his chin, gently pushing it up so he could better look at the blood caked on Remy’s face, and Remy felt borderline terrified. Not because he was exposed, his mask having been lost in the fight that landed him there (Roman had had plenty of chances before to take Remy in if he wanted to and he hadn’t- what did it matter if he knew who Remy was?), but because there was something glinting in Roman’s normally soft amber eyes, something hard and angry.

Carefully, Roman wiped his thumb beside Remy’s mouth, coming away with a streak of blood from his cut lip. The motion was impossibly gentle, and Remy wouldn’t have believed it had even happened if the proof wasn’t smeared across the cop’s thumb.

Roman studied the blood for a moment, but then his gaze moved back over to Remy; not even his face or his injuries but him, Roman looking him dead in the eye. Remy sucked in a breath through his teeth as he did, because the gaze was intense and heated and furious and Remy found he didn’t very much like being on the receiving end of it.

“Who did this to you?” Roman asked, voice low and dangerous. Remy didn’t respond at first, because that tone caught him off-guard and was doing nothing to help his already racing heart.

“Who did this to you?” Roman repeated, voice quieter but filled with even more fury.

Remy reacted that time, mostly because he felt he had to, had to answer before Roman did something unreasonable (he wasn’t sure what Roman’d do, but he figured it was best to nip the flower in the bud before anything escalated). “No one,” He started, pausing to cough roughly into his elbow, “No one important.”

“No one important?” Roman repeated, incredulously. “I’d say anyone who beat you up this bad is pretty damn important!”

“Nothing I haven’t dealt with before.” Remy said, which wasn’t a complete lie. He had dealt with all of these injuries before. Just… normally he dealt with them separately. Like, one or two at a time. “And, besides, I’m not just going to tell you and watch you run out on some sort of suicide mission to avenge me or something-”

“Have you even seen yourself, Nightshade?!” Roman snapped, and Remy flinched at the tone. Roman clearly noticed, sighing before he continued, quieter, “You appear to have at least three severe external wounds alongside a multitude of bruising that seems to be covering your entire body, and that isn’t even getting into whether or not you have broken bones or internal bleeding. I don’t think you should even be alive right now.”

“I’m resilient.” Remy told him drily.

“You’re lucky, is what you are.” Roman corrected, frown deepening as his hand slipped from holding Remy’s chin to cupping his cheek. Remy hated it, hated how… sincere the gesture was, but that didn’t stop him from leaning into it, the cold of his environment finally beginning to seep in. Softly, Roman ran his thumb over Remy’s cheek, only inviting Remy to lean further into his hold. Were it not for the last few tendrils of his sense of will, Remy would have collapsed into it too.

“Someone hurt you with the intention to kill you.” Roman said, quietly. “And I intend to make them pay for it. But to do that, I need to know who hurt you.”

Remy looked at Roman carefully, squinting at the officer. His expression was set, fury still in his eyes but now accompanied by determination. “You’re just a civilian.”

“So are you.” Roman pointed out. “You just put on a suit.”

Remy didn’t respond to that, choosing to just keep watching Roman, not sure what exactly he was looking for. Finally, he sighed. “Uncanny.” He admitted, feeling as if he had just told his deepest secret. “I caught them on the roof of an apartment complex, trying to force their way in from the top. We fought, and… well. One of us went overboard, and for once it wasn’t me.”

Roman nodded to himself. “Uncanny.” He repeated, the fury once more flashing in his eyes, pushing out everything else. He leaned back, lost in his thoughts, his hand slipping from Remy’s cheek as he did so.

Later, Remy would be embarrassed by what he did next. But in the moment, with the adrenaline finally beginning to fade and the force of his injuries, the cold, and the loneliness hitting him, the thought of Roman leaving was completely unbearable.

So he pushed himself forward, ignoring the burning protest that immediately flared across his entire body at the sudden movement. He fell against a startled Roman and curled into him, his grip loose and weak and shaky but still enough to allow him to latch onto Roman.

“Please don’t.” Remy begged, feeling foolish but only being able to slightly care, because Roman was warm, unfairly so, and Remy had no clue what he would do if Roman left him, left him cold and hurting in this freezing empty alley. “Please don’t go, please, please don’t, don‘t leave me, I can’t, can’t-”

Arms, suddenly, warm and strong, wrapped around Remy’s back and helped to pull him up, more properly surrounding Remy in the warmth. Tenderly, Roman moved Remy’s head to his shoulder, tucking his face against his neck.

“Shhhh.” He shushed, gently, calmly, kindly, gathering up as much of Remy as close to him as he could get. “It’s alright. I’m not going to leave you, Nightshade. You have my word.”

Remy just nodded into Roman’s shoulder, because he trusted him, really, trusted his word and trusted that he wouldn’t leave Remy. As soon as he stopped nodding, however, black spots began to crowd into his vision, swarming in from the edges as his eyelids fluttered. He was still aching all over, but now he was warm, warm and safe, and trying to keep himself conscious seemed both a useless and unnecessary use of his effort.

“Ro, I- I’m gonna-” Remy tried, at the very least not wanting to frighten Roman, make him think he had fainted or something when, really, all Remy wanted right then and there was a good, long nap.

Roman just nodded a little bit, enough that Remy could feel the vibrations, running one of his hands over Remy’s back in a soothing manner. “It’s okay, I’ve got you.” He promised, and as Remy gave up his fight with his eyelids, letting them fall completely closed, he continued,

“I’m not going to let them hurt you again.”

And with that last promise echoing in his mind, Remy drifted off, feeling secure in the fact that, if no one else would, he knew Roman would keep his promise.

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