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bombdiggity666 · 1 month

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Here Comes Judgement Day Pt.2

A few years ago, I attempted to draw a fan comic to resolve the ambiguous ending of the MTMTE/LL Comic series. I managed to complete one panel, but lost the other three when my computer crashed.

Now, after some time has passed, I feel encouraged to try again. This time, I've written a multi-part story to better guide my comic.

It's worth noting that when I began this project, I was feeling edgy, so it's all based on the song posted below

A Summary:

Megatron faces his impending execution in Garrus 9. As he reflects on his fate, Ultra Magnus grapples with his role as a witness. Through introspection and discussions with Rodimus, Ultra Magnus ultimately decides to attend the execution as Minimus Ambus, embracing his true self and honouring Megatron's last request. Tensions mount as the time draws near, with Rodimus struggling to cope as Megatron's death approaches.

Was he in a different room now? He couldn’t activate his optics, but the environment felt colder than before. Prickling static sensations danced across his arms and chest. Surprisingly, he could feel another medical program running behind the overbearing corruption code that idled in his systems menacingly. Luckily, its suffocating presence was still dulled by the sedative. This new program, he recognized, was a standard vitals systems check. A quick yet inhibited jolt of his right servo revealed a second medical cable jacked into his wrist port, this one far more comfortable. He huffed a vent to test his surroundings.

"Take Me Away"

Megatron regained consciousness quickly, or so it felt. His heavy-duty engines metabolized narcotics swiftly, especially when deprived—a function that had aided him through many of Starscream’s assassination attempts. As he searched for his chrono, the inability to gauge time reminded him of his current situation. Stirring slightly, he realized he was restrained once again, but this time in a far more exposed position. He lay on a different berth now, a surgical one with arm boards. The hum of the stasis restraints felt stronger; testing them, he found he couldn’t even lift a finger. ‘Do they think they're immobilizing a titan?’ he pondered loosely, his head still spinning with disorientation.

“I know you’re awake,” came a confirmation, not an irritated remark. The muffled voice, unmistakably from Evac, gave his ringing audio receptors something to focus on.

“What-” He was cut short with a static cough, his vocalizer rebooting as slowly as his optics.

“Shh, right here.” He felt a light servo’s touch on his right shoulder, more haunting than comforting.

“You were out of it; I brought you the rest of the way.” The servo ran down his arm, stopping at his wrist to fiddle with the connection.

Unable to respond in a civilized fashion, Megatron's engine subconsciously revved low and primitive in a threat display. The frequency resonated throughout his frame, communicating his irritation efficiently.

“Stop that. It was just me. No one saw. You got here all on your own.” Evac brushed off his display with a smack to his forearm, as if such behavior from him didn’t bring opponents in the pits shaking to their knees.

Where was here? His frustration grew.

“Okay, just let me…” He could hear typing, “There, try now.”

His optics onlined with the assistance of Evac’s manual start-up code. The room slowly cleared into focus. His revving engines stalled.

The execution chamber.

He was bound at a slight incline, his frame fully exposed to a viewing window where live witnesses would soon be sitting. The room had a solemn feel, nowhere near the clinical setting as before. A dull light lit the immediate area around them, but Megatron couldn’t spot the source, just glad that it wasn’t above him like an interrogation or operating room. He glanced to his left; the uncomfortable cable was still spooled and strapped to his wrist. A loose end hung ominously, but still unconnected to whatever equipment held the kill code.

“Hey,” Evac tried to pull his attention softly, using her servo to redirect his optics.

Megatron groggily gazed up at her. She must work with sparkling’s with how effectively she corrals his attention away from unpleasantries.

She sat near the right of his helm, monitoring the large screen exhibiting his vitals. The displays left nothing to the imagination: spark pulse, processor activity, fuel consumption ratios, all of it on display for the viewers. He doubted any of it was legitimate medical monitoring.

Looking past her smile to the screen, he could see a diagram of his own frame. It was spinning slowly, with certain pieces of his armor colored red. ‘Strange,’ he thought. All bots of Tarnish origin exhibited some degree of leucism, him being mostly affected with the exception of red pigmentation of his upper arm plating and abdominal vents. This model was wrong; he didn’t have red wrist or chest plating. In fact, he didn’t have wrist armor at all at the moment…

Oh.

No.

He gawked, stunned, as the realization of what he had seen washed over him. Evac noticed his expression changing.

“No no no, don’t-“

But her warning came too late. He dropped his helm in a lightning-quick reflex which should have been inhibited. He nearly threw Evac out of her seat as she attempted to grab his faceplates.

His Spark was exposed, pulsing and spinning fast, it bathed the room in an ebb of twisting light. His chest plating gone. Removed entirely. He was utterly exposed, freezing cold, and completely vulnerable. A touch could kill him right now.

He heard Evac speaking, though neither words nor tone registered. Distantly, he felt the medibot pulling at him, trying to get him to lay back down. Despite both physical and chemical restraints, she didn’t have hope in the Pits of moving him. The glare of his spark lit his reflection in the field of the viewing window, catching him by surprise. Barely recognizing himself as he had never before been forced to examine his appearance; especially in such a position. In the mines, mirrors were nonexistent. Any Pit mech who glanced at the monitors for even a nanosecond in the arenas where slaughtered. He never paid any mind with Autobot propaganda…

It wasn't until the Necro world, standing before the statue of his youth that he truly understood the monstrosity he had become. A cold calloused war monger, hungry for control and blinded by it.

But now? He looked frail. Bare. Weak. Yet, he was closer to his true self than he had been in millions of years.

The hardest part wasn’t seeing his exposed lifeforce or his restrained frame. The hardest part was staring into his own optics and finally seeing that once youthful face. The face that once held the resolve and determination for a better world. The naive slave from Tarn who had once foolishly thought he could change the world with his rhetoric. He couldn’t see the monster anywhere, and with the clarity of it, he felt the urge to apologize for failing them both. A bitter smirk pulled at the corner of his lips. ‘I know you wanted to change the world,’ he mused.

‘And you did,’ he recalled his session with Rung on the Lost Light. ‘But not for the better.’

“No,” he murmured. “But now…” his optics softened, losing focus on his reflection before offlining as he slowly rested his helm back against the berth. “For the better.”

Evac remained silent, unsure of what to say. Words seemed inadequate in the face of Megatron's internalized closure. He seemed to be coping well. She reached out and placed a servo firmly on his clavicle plating, messaging her thumb along the unnatural coolness of the metal beneath her touch. Megatron didn’t flinch, so they stayed like that for as long as they could, the weight of their shared silence hanging heavily in the air.

She glazed over at the chrono on the monitor before sighing lightly, leaning in close to whisper into his audio receptor.

“It’s time”

A bell sounded, stirring them from the peaceful silence.

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Cycles blurred together after Rodimus’ final conversation with Megatron, the weight of sleeplessness pressing down on him like a relentless burden. Though he was well aware there was never going to be an out between the two verdicts, he clung to a faint hope for some kind of miracle. Megatron always seemed to conjure those when backed into a corner. Downing the rest of his engeX, he slammed the container down to join the mounting pile at his side.

The oil house was bustling tonight, everywhere was, streets, parks, fragging libraries were ablaze with hollering, singing, and dancing in celebration and anticipation for the viewing of Megatron’s execution. The enormous monitors, typically reserved for sporting or political broadcasts, stood ready, awaiting the live transmission of the ‘event’ from Garrus 9. Rumor had it that the council would likely declare this day a new Cybertronian holiday. 'Sick,' he thought, sarcasm thick on his glossa. He could fix that. He waved down the bartender, gesturing towards his empty pile of Engex containers, indicating his displeasure with a circling motion of his finger. 'Keep them coming,' he thought, not trusting his voice right now after his conversation with Minimus resulted in a good sob-fest out in the back alley. It was hard to maintain his composure in a bar full of retired Autobots and neutrals; being on the verge of black-out drunk was somewhat helpful, or so he thought.

The bartender placed a glass down in front of him with a concerned look. “You wanna slow down there, kid? The slagging screening hasn’t even started yet, and you’re 12 deep.”

Rodimus scoffed in indignation, his servo rising to his chest in offense. “I can count, my guy.” Dodged that one like a pro. The bartender rolled their optics as they whisked away, too busy to babysit a drunkard on a day like today.

He swirled the liquid in the glass, unsure of what else to look at. He was too drunk to hide all his feelings and fought to avoid catching optics with anybot. He really shouldn’t have come here today, but he thought being around others might help him through the process. That their excitement might rub off on him. A true extrovert at spark. Honestly, he just didn’t want to be alone…

A soft servo landed gently on his back. ‘Or maybe I did,’ he deliberated.

“You’re hard to find when you want to be found.”

Rodimus paused, processing the vague and confusing attempt at a pick-up before slamming his servos to the countertop of the bar, nearly spilling his Engex, and knocking several empties over. Hopefully this display was enough to dissuade any other onlookers from approaching; he wasn’t in the mood for flirtatious conversation right now, too drunk and distraught. Spinning around in his seat, he attempted to address this bold bot directly.

“Who would fragging be looking in the first pl-“ He was caught off guard immediately.

Drift stood behind him with a soft, sorrow-filled smile and a consuming presence of warmth. He didn’t move his servo from Rodimus’s back kibble; instead, he applied more comforting pressure, sprawling his fingers to cover more area. Rodimus continued to stare, confounded, his intake opening and closing as he chewed over words. He had not spoken to anyone in person since the sentencing, purposely isolating himself in his pain until his dumbfounding decision to be here today. He had specifically hidden from Drift, as he didn’t think he would be able to understand his conflicting emotions over Megatron’s Verdict. He shrunk in on himself suddenly, and after a moment, he managed a shaky question.

“…Minimus?”

“Ratted you out, yes,” Drift soothed, moving to sit in the seat next to Rodimus’s hunched frame, nonchalantly pushing the empty Engex containers off the bar with his forearm, earning a scathing glare from the bartender across the counter. He seethed back with equal intensity momentarily, enough of a threat to make the bartender turn on his heels.

Rodimus stared down at his drink, optics spacing out in broken thought. “You didn’t…” he quickly brought the glass to his intake to shoot it down, conversation was difficult. “You don’t need to-”

“Yes, I do.” Drift hushed assertively, placing a servo over the glass of Engex Rodimus was preparing to down, easing it back to the countertop with little convincing.

Rodimus looked at him from the corner of his optics, unwilling to turn his whole body. A prickle of shame sprouted somewhere distantly in his mind, which was silly; Drift had definitely seen him in much more embarrassing states. However, being in such a drunk grief over a bot who murdered little over half the known galaxy, including himself at least once, probably came pretty close to ‘taking the cake’. Drift was Ex-Decepticon, he likely knew the spell Megatron casts on ones psyche. When their goals aligned, that is.

“We are still a team, you know,” Drift lightly shoulder checked him in camaraderie, hoping to capture Rodimus' full attention. It didn’t work, so he persisted. “Even without the Lost Light. Without a mission, without an adventure, I’m still on your team. Whatever happens today, tomorrow, cycles from now, I’m going to be on your team.”

A flicker of a grin flashed on Rodimus’s faceplates as he offlined his optics. After a moment, he scrunched his facial plates and dropped his helm to the bar counter with a resounding thunk. Drift looked up apologetically to the patrons it may have startled. After throwing his whole arm across Rodimus’s shoulders as he pulled himself closer and leaned into his audio receptor. “And teams are stronger together,” he said, placing his hand over Rodimus’s, squeezing it in a grounding manner. “So we are going to do this together, understand?”

A snort, or perhaps a strangled sob from Rodimus, was muffled by the metal of the counter, his shoulders jerking, concealed from onlookers by Drift’s supporting arm.

“…Thank you,” Rodimus murmured, rolling his head slightly towards Drift. “You're too good to me.”

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From across the oil house in a darkened hallway, Ratchet stood leaned against the wall as he watched Drift console the hot mess of his former captain. There on 'standby', he had no intentions of taking part in today's celebrations. Not that he didn’t agree with it, just done with the war and all of the remnants of it. To see a society so excitable over the death of another bot filled him further with pessimistic bitterness. To him, it was just another bot dying for nothing. No progress would be made of it.

Despite his bitter nihilism, Ratchet cared deeply for a select few and how this would affect them. Drift predominantly, and if Drift was worried about Rodimus, well then he was worried about Rodimus too.

There was a buzz of static and a flash of light which blared from the monitors, resulting in an uproar from the crowds gathered in both the oil house and throughout the streets. Bots flooded in closer to the screens as the voice of a council orator began to speak.

Ratchet cursed, swinging his head away in disdain. He had no interest in watching this garbage today; he had seen enough death in his lifetime, so watching a screening of it on his free-time would be absurd. He glanced back to where Drift was consoling Rodimus. His cold spark pinged slightly at the state of him. Such an impressionable bot, getting so unhealthily attached to anything that remotely resembled a parental figure. Disgusting that Megatron was ever given the chance in the first place. Optimus set the poor kid up to hurt before promptly dying there after. Idiot.

He looked back again towards the monitor, following Rodimus’ saucer-optics stare to find Megatron, restrained with spark exposed. He was slightly taken aback by it. He never imagined a day where he would see Megatron so tolerant of such ministrations to his frame. Than again, he never anticipated seeing the day Megatron renounced Decepticonism either. As a doctor, such imagery had little effect on him, he’d seen bots in such position of vulnerability millions of times; However, for Rodimus, it was likely quite distressing. ‘For the love of Primus,’ he thought, as if his scolding thoughts could reach Megatron’s processor. ‘Don’t you dare make this any worse for Rodimus.’

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The resonating ting of his pattering steps down the metal corridor was comically light. Minimus pressed on with speed and purpose, his frame devoid of Magnus armor now, though it wouldn't matter; they already had his spark signature on file. He marched towards the witness hall, attempting to subdue the pit in his tanks with a false air of superiority. Passing two guards, who stared for far too long with dumbfounded expressions, he noticed their perplexed glances shifting between him and their scanner before they yelled out after him.

“Hey, you! State your role and purpose-”

“That would be 'Excuse me, Sir'!” he chastised, spinning around aggressively.

Approaching him somewhat cautiously, the guards looked down at their spark scanner while also placing servos on their weapons. “These scanners are saying that you are Ultra Mag-“

“That is because I AM Ultra Magnus,” he declared, his servos landing on his hips as he leaned forward in a posturing position. “And you are keeping me from my assigned role as a witness to the execution. Which I better not miss.”

The two guards exchanged confused glances. One of them pressed a finger to their audial, undoubtedly sending out a com. Minimus realized this was not going to be as simple as he thought.

“Forgive us, uh, sir?” One of the guards began, patronizingly. “But you are going to need to step aside and-”

“WHAT?” Minimus roared, holding out his identifier tag now. “Two spark scans and an identifier code, and you still don’t accept-“

“You don’t look anything like Ultra Magnus,” one guard interrupted, moving around Minimus to box him in.

“Yeah,” the other guard accused bluntly. “You’re looking more like a Decepticon minibot to me.” He reached down quickly, snatching Minimus’s upper arm with a powerful jerk.

Really?! How astoundingly racist. Were his red optics enough to be considered a Decepticon? Three authentication procedures be damned?

“Release me this instant! This is a major violation under- URK!” A fist smashed into his left faceplate, sending him whirling to the floor, his frame skipping twice off the metal.

“Shut up, a MAJOR violation would be impersonating a senior officer. Pick him up.”

Dazed from the hit, Minimus struggled to prop himself up, his servo lifting to his olfactory sensors only to come away bloodied in fresh energon. Distantly, he heard a bell ringing, and with stark realization, he knew that it was the start of the Execution screening. He only had minutes now.

“No,” he coughed, attempting to move towards the noise. Rough servos clasped his shoulder plating hard enough to dent the metal, lifting him clean off the ground. “You’re making a mis-“ a punch to his abdominal plating had him keeled over, peds not even touching the floor.

“Let’s get him out of here quick, I wanna watch that fragger die in real-time,” one guard murmured to the other, dragging Minimus in the opposite direction of the Witness room.

“No… wait,” he pleaded weakly, unable to catch a vent as his bent fans kept stalling.

“At ease!” An approaching voice hollered from behind them. The two guards stopped immediately, standing tall and leaving Minimus dangling in the air, fans clicking and vents hitching. He knew that voice…

“What is all of this about, soldier? Explain.”

The smarter of the two began, stuttering over their words at first. “Sir! We found this Decepticon trying to infiltrate the witness hall, claiming to be Ultra Magnus, Sir!”

“Ultra Magnus, huh?” the voice began to round on him with the speaker almost in his line of view. “Definitely doesn’t seem to fit the build, now does he?” The bot stepped in front of him. Minimus cowered slightly. Prowl. He and Prowl haven’t exactly been seeing ‘optic to optic’ as of late. Their relationship had soured further with Minimus’ appointment to Megatron’s case. Now would be a perfect time for Prowl to do what he does best. Act out about it.

“…Prowl...please,” he wheezed.

“Would we know each other, little bot?” Prowl teased while leaning down, olfactory sensors remaining high and mighty. He smirked. Minimus's spark sank.

“I- I know we have never agreed on methods, Prowl,” he started, his voice still shaky. “I-”

“-Was just going to stroll into a live broadcast and shatter the legend for everyone on Cybertron, and on such a joyous, sought-after day? All to make your best friend happy? How incredibly selfish, Minimus,” Prowl spat venomously in a mocking sneer, leaning in close to minimize what his underlings heard.

“Magnus, the Armor, I’m done with it. Through,” Minimus continued, hissing through dentae at the effort. ”After today, we can go our separate ways.”

“I think we can do that right now, actually,” Prowl smirked, standing to his full height. “Brig this Decepticon sympathizer, I’ll deal with him after the show,” he ordered the two guards before turning back to the execution chamber. “I don’t want to miss Megatron’s face when he realizes you’re not coming.”

“NO, PROWL,” Minimus thrashed, kicking but unable to land anything substantial. No longer having might on his side, he had to think. He had to think of something fast. What would work on someone as cynical, calculating, and arrogant as Prowl?

Blackmail.

“Overlord!” Minimus shouted, craning his neck back towards the direction Prowl was walking. He stopped abruptly. Listening.

*I am aware of your involvement with the release of Overlord, Who is still out there! Don’t you think for a second that anyone has forgotten* Minimus commed, the blackmail would fall short if others listen in.

*As I recall, your crew played an unmistakable role in that…Mishap* Prowl didn’t move, back stiff. Calculating.

*Under your direction, discretion, and trusted advisement. Overlord was a prisoner assigned to you and you foremost.* Minimus bit back, he was getting further and further away. He could hear the orator beginning to read out the jury’s sentencing.

*And?* Prowl spat back, turning his head to glance, a sliver of blue shining from his silhouette.

*Nobody needs to know* There was no reply. Minimus panicked briefly, knowing any further discussion or clarification would ruin the offer. He just needed Prowl to take the hook.

“Drop him,” Prowl commanded to his bots after careful consideration. Mimimus hit the ground hard, crumpling to his knees. He could hear Prowl approaching quickly. “Dismissed,” he hissed with a wave of his servo. The guards nodded, continuing their march down the hall. Before he could rise, a ped slammed into the crease of his back painfully, pinning him back down into a crouched position.

“You’re going to go in there, make googly optics at your genocidal BFF, watch him die, and then I am never going to see you again. Do you understand?” Prowl leaned down to whisper the threat directly into Minimus’ audio receptors.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way…” Minimus grunted, shrugging Prowl’s ped off his back. A rag fell to the floor in front of his face.

“You tripped on your way here, smashed your face into the bulkhead. You needed a minute to look presentable. That is why we are late,” Prowl hummed as he walked away.

Minimus took the rag, dabbing the drying energon from his faceplates as he rose shakingly to his peds. Perhaps he was a Decepticon sympathizer, he thought as he began to limp after Prowl’s steady steps. Never has he ever thought so lowly of the Autobot peacetime they had created.

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witchofthesouls · 10 months

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Because I got feelings for this birb-mech. Buckle up for this because it’s Dino Time on how rouge Starscream got his new sparklings

In a different world, Starscream makes a different choice based on a hunch (and the opportunity to download notable locations for Artifacts). In his exile, he has little resources, little hope, and too much time on his servos, so he pours whatever scrap of time outside of hunting for Energon and refining it into analyzing those locations and cross-referencing for strange phenomena, geological shifts, and other Cybertronian activity.

Starscream knows he has very little to barter or leverage, so having one of the Artifacts would be a priceless boon to either side of the war.

He’s also very aware of the fact, this expedition could make or break him. He only has enough Energon to do one venture, he needs a probability of 97% that there’s an Artifact there.

And in true Starscream fashion, it goes surprisingly well until it doesn’t-

Starscream could barely vent in the presence of a Primal Artifact -one lost to the ravages of time since Quintus’ own exploration - the Prime’s very own Emberstone. An instrument that was rumored to create viable cybermatter out of anything. Not only a key to his ending his exile, but salvation for his dead planet as he gingerly turns it over-

It crumbles in his very servos, the dust slipping away into the shimmering liquid.

Starscream has an out-of-body experience as he numbly watches his frame drop to the ground. He’s heaving. He’s raging. He’s howling. The emotions too intense that he stopped feeling.

He was on the cusp on ending the war and reviving Cybertron, and whatever hopes he had are back with the dead and he’s truly alone.

There’s a sudden flash, the very cavern quakes and rumbles, and he doesn’t move; Starscream doesn’t know what will happen but he it’s better than having more dreams shattering.

When the earthquake stops, he can tell there’s far more Energon around him. The crystals have definitely grown, and there’s movement in the liquid. The first face pops out. It’s not something he’s used to, it’s reptilian, draconian in nature, and it vividly draws upon the memories of Shockwave’s failed project and his Wilder trinemate from the Wastelands.

“In the old tales of my people, we descended from the frames that blocked out the very sky and hunted in the Rust Sea. They came to us and we laid together and formed our flocks and clans from those alliances.” Skywarp, long gone and dusted rasps in his audial. “We’re all wild, Screamer. Your kith forgotten. Mine haven’t. Those remains in those wretched buildings tout house the traces of our ancient kin.”

Two other heads pop out, they have beastly frames as well. Blunted snouts and forward-facing optics along with jagged denta of predators. Even with Skywarp’s preposterous claims of their descendance from Predacons, there’s no sign of these kinds of frames, so reptilian, upon modern Cybertron.

“They need you, Starscream. There’s no creche here. It would be beyond cruel to leave them.” Thundercracker murmurs coolly as there’s a racket of noise behind him. She succumbed to the injuries during the final evacuation -in his darker days, he wondered if she died from the unrelenting grief of their lost home and planet rather than stay with him. “They’re lost as well.”

With the ghosts in his head and the abundance of raw crystals around him, Starscream listens.

#transformers #Transformers Prime #tfp #starscream #thundercracker #skywarp #minor character death #bitlets #sparklings #hope and despair #maccadam #tf headcanons #My writing #command trine #look i got thoughts about these birds #Starscream adopts because the ghosts of trinemates compels hims and he's not in a good head space at the moment

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whitecubememories · 3 months

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Ladies and Gentlemen! Today we have my drawings on stage! Meet the first to perform! Starscream from the Unicron Trilogy. Our friend loves him very much, and we wanted to please him and draw him, he turned out to be plush. But he still liked it.

!AND WE WARN YOU, WE ARE CRYING AND GRUMMING BELOW IN THE POST!

Our second picture is a drum roll. An attempt to draw a couple that has been hanging around with us for several days, Starscream and Rodimus Prime!

We understand that some people may not like this pairing, and we regret that we showed it to you. It’s just that Rodimus is starting to do so well for us that it’s simply impossible to share!

Although this is not a finished drawing...

We often see how in the humanization of a bot they make it, mmm, completely negative in its characteristics, that is, complete, change the color of its skin, add something else to it, no, no, we don’t want to hurt or offend anyone with this, it's just that it's strange.. Like Megatron, in the Lost Light comics or in More Than Meets the Eye, we were shown him as a person, but.. even if those authors saw him, we're just wondering why they change him like that? Is this a fashion, or just head canons, or just fooling around, we don’t know, but it unnerves and pushes some authors away. And we are very sorry that this pushes us away, we ask for forgiveness. And we seem to be sad about this, but at the same time, if you think about it. If their original versions and humanization met, the original would not recognize itself and would simply Pew and kill them.

Well, it's true.

And also, a character from the game Creatures of Sonaria! Koratos or Kora! When my friend and I played, we often died and were afraid of Cora.

And here’s my friend’s OS, which we drew out of boredom.

#g1 transformers #transformers #starscream #unicron trilogy #starscream unicron #starscream g1 #rodimus x starscream #rodimus #rodimus/starscream #rodistar #tf g1 #tf prime #tf trilogy #CoS #creatures of sonaria #korathos #kora #oc art #oc

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brandwhorestarscream · 3 months

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starscream x shockwave

I'm imagining this as TFP Shockstar, post war: the whole mess with the predacons and Megatron abandoning them, he does the most logical thing to guarantee their survival: bends Starscream over the nearest flat surface and frags him so full of transfluid there's no way he's not sparked up. The autobots won't execute or even imprison them if they're expectant parents: sparklings without healthy parents don't grow up well, and with any luck the baby will come out with their sire's original alt mode. Shockwave may be a warframe now but his CNA is completely civilian. If their baby is going to have a good life, they'll need to get lucky and inherit his alt.

Starscream knows it's the most accessible failsafe they have: not even Arcee would lay a finger on him so long as he has an innocent newspark nestled close to him . Theyll have access to energon and shelter and the autobots won't be able to protest because they're prioritizing rebuilding the population over everything else. They're an endangered species, after all.

But despite all that, Starscream bitches constantly. He's got monstrous cravings and his fuel tank is a bottomless pit: it's pretty obvious he's eating for more than just two. In true seeker fashion he's got multiple infant sparks orbiting his, 4 of them: assumably 3 seekerlings and an extra civilian. He's sore everywhere, in his pedes and ankle joints, in his wings, even his wings are aching. He's always starving but the bitties pressing on his fuel tank means he throws up if he drinks too fast, for the entirety of the carrying cycle. It's really rough on him, honestly.

Shockwave, just by nature, isn't anywhere near as emotionally available as Starscream needs him to be. But he does his damn best to take good care of him: he may not be able to feel love and joy like he used to, but he has a sense of muted pride and appreciation. Starscream is preserving his future and giving him a legacy all at once. The intense demands on his body are clearly taking a great toll on him. So he tries to make it as comfortable as he can for him, the highest quality energon they can manage and even using his technological know-how to make some comfy fibers for a few wing cushions.

Starscream doesn't know how to show his appreciation because he has -5 points in his Emotional Intelligence stat, so he just grabs Shockwave and demands affection. Usually late at night, creeping into Shockwave's room. The two of them are living together in light of the sparklings, and as time goes on Starscream abandons his room entirely. Moves into Shockwave's space and always worms his way under his arm, demanding him to, "Hold me like I deserve! I'm carrying your spawn, the least you can do is rub my wings."

When the sparklings are born, Shockwave was right: three tiny, scrawny little Vosians with a single civilian ground frame. He struggles to hold them, only having one arm, but tries his best. Starscresm is preening like a peacock because look at how beautiful they are! The first new citizens of New Vos, brought into the world by their Crown Prince! Take that autobots! As soon as he's able to walk again he's strutting around with all 4 of them--even the grounder--and showing off so smugly to everyone. He doesn't trust the bots around them but wants them to know now he's truly invincible for the next several million years. They won't hurt a carrier with dependent children so political immunity, here he comes!

Eventually, I like to imagine that the shadowplay and empurata are reversed or at least treated, alleviating some of the symptoms and allowing for the regaining of further emotional range. When it happens, and Shockwave gets to hold his children for the first time? You'd be hard pressed to find a more radiant smile anywhere on Cybertron, and Starscream is honestly floored at how handsome he is. He's only ever known Shockwave post-empurats: he had no idea he had such a beautiful face! He'd of course seen pictures of Senator Shockwave, of course, but they never did him justice. Shockwave looks so bright and cheerful softly cooing at his babies, poking their cheeks and holding their little servos, bouncing them and making them giggle. Shockwave is too enamored with them to notice him staring, but afterwards when they climb into berth that night, Starscream suggests perhaps giving Shockwave some political immunity too 👀 besides, an aerie isn't an aerie without at least a few dozens sparklings running around, so shouldn't they get to work making more?

They take turns, going forward, on who carries: Shockwave second, Starscream third, Shockwave fourth, etcetera etcetera until they're satisfied 🤭 as it turns out, these two really, really like making and having sparklings, and are a better match than they ever thought possible.

#ask game #shockstar

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comshipbracket · 6 months

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Antis DNI

Remember, you are voting for the ship you prefer, not the ship you find more problematic

Propaganda for both ships under the cut.

MegaStar Propaganda (Abusive Dynamic)

"They're absolutely horrible to eachother but cannot live without eachother as well. If they ever get their shit together and actually get along, the cartoons would be like, 5 episodes max."

"On a scale from 1-10 on the problematic scale, this ship sits at `someone made a flag against this ship`. I wish i was joking"

Chosenshipping (Adoptive Incest - Siblings, Underage - ChildxChild [RGBY/GSC]/TeenxTeen[FRLG])

"When Blue and Silver were young children, they were whisked away by Bird Pokémon to be kidnapped by Gym Leader Pryce of Johto, who paired them together after pairing other children in a similar fashion. He made Blue and Silver wear masks of ice to keep their faces cold and hidden from the other person to prevent any feelings developing, but this just led to Blue and Silver looking out for each other more with how abusive Pryce had been."

"Blue ended up having a trigger for bird Pokémon, and Silver a struggle with not knowing his true father. With nobody else involved as family, Blue and Silver decided to call each other siblings. They began to treat each other as siblings, and planned their escape from the abusive situation. When Pryce's powers were weak, they removed each others' masks of ice, and Blue was delighted to see Silver's appearance, her face glowing in delight. Blue then went on to become a con artist and use her body to her advantage, and Silver left for Johto - Both intending to steal starter Pokémon." "Time passes, and we see Silver and Blue care for each other in more than sibling-like ways, too. Blue is a little TOO physically affectionate with Silver when she hugs him, almost glomping in some cases. Silver also gets jealous when others flirt with his sister, as though he has some romantic interest towards Blue, too. They chose each other after all the abuse they've been through, both as siblings and potentially as more, hence the name Chosenshipping. I love these two."

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lets-try-some-writing · 1 year

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Ello! I don't know if you're still doing requests or anything but I've looked over your Headcanons and I really love them! So if you got anything in the chamber for Starscream I'd love to hear it, anything works honestly whatever comes to mind for you 💖

Thank you so much for the request! Starscream headcannons coming right up! These are all rather random but I hope you enjoy them :)

Starscream keeps designs for his future throne, crown, and royal attire on a sketchpad, and surprisingly his drawings are really good. Like professional artist level good.

When his sketches are eventually discovered during his temporary exile, gossip quickly spread like a wild fire.

Not a single spark on the nemesis, besides Megatron and Soundwave who knew about Starscream's background as a noble of Vos, can believe that his art is so good.

The disbelief was only increased when Starscream spoke in perfect Iaconian during the Orion Pax incident, and later in fluent Kaon dialect when conversing with Shockwave.

The revelation of Starscream's linguistic capabilities barely settled before those on board the nemesis nearly had spark attacks witnessing the ever groveling and cowardly Starscream take control of an intense situation and handle it like a true leader.

He acted regal, and not in the usual cringe fashion. His posture and gait screamed confidence but his words and actions spoke of wisdom fitting of someone as old and educated as him.

Most are unsure what to think of it as he returned to his previous self as soon a Megatron walked onto the command deck.

The whiplash only grew worse when he sauntered on to the command deck, took one look at an incomplete scientific formula and straight up finished the whole thing in under a minute then calmly walked away a though nothing happened.

Megatron didn't seem phased, so the rest of the crew opted to not question Starscream's sudden scientific genius.

While Starscream's intellectual skills are off-putting, none would ever dare say he is not skilled in combat. In fact a good majority of the crew who are capable of flight are terrified of him because of it.

He pushes them hard and is an incredibly gifted teacher when he isn't busy boasting or hollering at his trainees.

He is acknowledged by the flight capable Vehicons as one of the greatest fliers to grace the skies. His elegance and simultaneous deadliness in battle being something they look up to even if they hate Starscream himself.

I know it wasn't all that long but I think I need some sort of prompt or specific thought to focus on for anything more detailed.

#transformers #transformers prime #starscream #headcanons #just some silly little thoughts #starscream will forever be held close to my heart

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arceespinkgun · 2 years

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The TF Rare Pairing Fest 2022 has given me the motivation to create some more content for my favorite ships! I knew I wouldn’t be able to create a prompt fill for every day of the fest, but today’s prompt caused me to think of this StarShock plot bunny and I had to write it.

October 17: Feeling Groovy/Feeling Emotional

Summary: Shockwave struggles with emotion, but if Starscream’s emotional state is negatively impacting the Decepticon movement and no one else is searching for a solution, it is only logical for Shockwave to determine both the cause of the issue and a method to help. G1, 80′s cartoon ‘verse. AO3 link!

The Glow of Comfort

Every Decepticon knew of Starscream’s continual outbursts and attempts to overthrow Lord Megatron. There were memos about them at board meetings. Soundwave’s cassettes “memed” them in Decepticon group chats—though how exactly something could be considered a “meme” when it was only being circulated amongst a small selection of people, Shockwave did not understand. By this point in the War, everyone understood that Lord Megatron faced minimal risk due to Starscream’s behavior, and that these attempts even kept the Decepticon leader sharp.

What was actually a danger to the Decepticons and always resulted in a disruption to the faction’s productivity were Starscream’s depressive episodes. The quiet skulking throughout the halls of the Decepticons’ bases. The muttering in a low voice. The inexpressive stare from a face-plate normally so energetic. These times were when Starscream was at his most unpredictable and lethal. And in these moments, Starscream was far too careless—in contrast to his usual highly-honed sense of self-preservation—to be turned against the Autobots. Therefore, only the Decepticons suffered.

It was only logical to search for a solution to this issue, Shockwave concluded. Normally such a thing would not be one of his responsibilities, but he found himself disappointed in his fellow Decepticons’ handling of the situation. The other Seekers simply steered clear of their Commander when he was in this state of mind, and waited for the episodes to pass—but isolation appeared to make the state more severe. The rest of the High Command responded to Starscream by making derisive comments, and in true Decepticon fashion, responded to his retaliatory attacks with ones even more brutal. And then, there was of course Lord Megatron:

“No one can manage Starscream other than Starscream, Shockwave.” Megatron sounded completely confident in his statement, but then, did he not always project confidence? Sometimes, Shockwave envied Starscream’s ability to pick up on even the faintest weakness in their leader—but no, it was illogical to desire to perceive such a thing.

And Shockwave would never doubt Lord Megatron’s words. However, perhaps the disruption could be mitigated. Shockwave pored over the data he had collected via monitoring the times Starscream was in this state, and came to various conclusions. Generally speaking, he fell into this mindset after repeated defeats, and came out of it after decisive victories.

But there was another factor that Shockwave could not make sense of—it also appeared that Starscream would fall into an extended depressive episode at a predictable time every stellar cycle. This was the point at which it would become illogical to draw further conclusions from the limited amount of data. Shockwave instead turned to the Decepticon who observed more closely than any other—Soundwave.

“Shockwave: plans to cheer up Starscream?” Soundwave asked, when Shockwave presented him with this quandary.

“...If that is the most logical approach to improving the Decepticons’ productivity during his depressive episodes, yes,” Shockwave said. Oddly, Shockwave found himself wringing his hand and cannon together, as if he was being shamed or judged—but that was highly illogical, because Soundwave’s question and tone had not indicated judgement.

Soundwave was silent for a beat. “Soundwave: will enjoy recording Shockwave’s failure.” His visor lit up, and he beamed datatrax directly into Shockwave’s processor.

Shockwave soon analyzed the information and understood the cause—he knew what he must do, regardless of Soundwave’s assessment of the likelihood of success.

The time eventually came for Shockwave to hit the button on his console to make the call he had been planning for nearly a stellar cycle, and Starscream picked up right away. Shockwave felt a rush of emotion—he was used to making calls to Lord Megatron that went long-unheeded.

But on the monitor, Shockwave could only see Starscream's blazing red optics in the darkness of his quarters, which illuminated Starscream’s frame. It was barely visible, but Starscream was clearly contorted into an uncomfortable position. He said nothing, instead only making a high-pitched, incomprehensible vocalization.

“Commander Starscream,” Shockwave said, “I required your assistance in a matter of great scientific importance. I am in the process of modifying my hologram projector to project a beam that will disguise the locations of our energy-collecting pylons—”

“Don’t waste my time,” Starscream muttered. He did not move from his twisted position.

Shockwave simply stared.

Starscream’s optics narrowed. It was almost as if he had been searching for any emotional reaction in Shockwave he himself could react to, but finding nothing, he eventually continued: "You have all those other Seekers in the science division. The entire Cybertron Guard that answers to you.” His sneer was ironic, given that Shockwave remembered that Starscream himself had assigned those troops to Shockwave long ago.

“The female Autobots have become... more aggressive recently,” Shockwave could not completely keep fear from his voice. “Therefore, the Cybertron Guard is on patrol. Additionally, the complexity of this project requires someone with extensive scientific experience.”

“Extensive scientific experience? Yes, I do have that, don’t I?!” Starscream exclaimed. “Not that you’d know it from how that bucket-headed barbarian treats me! He thinks I can’t tell a phone from a bomb! And nobody else trusts me enough to even let me try doing science anymore! All the Decepticons are hypocrites, they don’t think I can be a warrior and remember my scientific career—” After engaging in a long rant that included several unoriginal, degrading names for Lord Megatron, Starscream stood up and came closer to the camera. “Of course I’ll help you, I’ll prove my worth to you and everyone!” he declared, before cutting the feed.

Shockwave stood guard outside the elevator until the doors parted and revealed Starscream, who immediately stepped forward and smacked the side of Shockwave’s head with a wing.

“Rude!” Shockwave snapped, shoving the wing away.

“Hands off,” Starscream hissed. “And it was your choice to stand there!” Based on his mood, Shockwave deduced there had been some altercation between Starscream and another Decepticon prior to Starscream’s use of the Space Bridge.

“I only have one hand....” Shockwave muttered. “Now, I’ll show you the way to my hologram—”

“I know where it is.”

Starscream did know where it was, and Shockwave followed him out of the lab and right up to it. “It looks the same,” Starscream said. “Where are the mods?”

“When I told you I was in the process of modifying it, I meant I am in the planning stage.” Shockwave handed Starscream a datapad displaying the blueprints, which Starscream had already been holding out a hand to take. Very efficient.

Starscream pinched and dragged the screen, looking at the models closely. “Well, since you haven’t gotten any of this done, I’m going to be here for a while. So when Mega-bum asks why I’m taking so long, it’s your job to disappoint him by telling him you led me to think I just needed to review your work.”

Shockwave’s ancient head model did not allow him to roll his optic, and for that he was grateful. The thought of Starscream witnessing how easily he frustrated him was somehow embarrassing.

Seeing Starscream work silently on Cybertron, under the stars, with the planet’s lights low to conserve precious energy, it became especially apparent how the Commander’s bright primary coloration made him unique among the other high-ranking officers. It was rare for Shockwave to think so abstractly.

“This is impossible, and you should know it!” Starscream declared, handing the datapad back. “Your projector’s going to melt from how hot it will be running when it’s struggling to hide all our pylons!”

Without thinking, Shockwave grasped the datapad tightly and pressed it to his side protectively. “It will only be sending its beam to disguise individual pylons when they are active, Starscream. With our limited energon supply—which you should be familiar with, since the Decepticons on Earth are in-charge of securing more energon—only one or two would be active at once!” Shockwave internally cursed himself for insulting the majority of the Decepticons. After all, Lord Megatron himself was also on Earth!

“It’s still going to be running too hot! Projecting a hologram your size is nothing compared to the one the size of even one pylon. These fans you’re planning to install aren’t enough. You’d need a system running coolant nearly as large as the projector itself.” He gestured to it for emphasis. “And how was I supposed to know you didn’t want it running all the time? Where are you installing a sensor or hookup that will tell it which pylons are online and where they are?”

Shockwave sighed. He was not quite certain why Cybertronians sighed in exasperation, but Starscream certainly pushed him to do so. “I am going to set it manually and input the coordinates.”

Starscream put his arms akimbo and laughed. “That defeats the purpose, doesn’t it, Shockwave? That gives your dreaded female Autobots plenty of time to see what’s going on before you activate the disguise—or even enough time for them to see you doing your old mech shuffle out of your lab and snipe you! I bet that Moonracer would jump at the chance.”

“We’ll install a sensor,” Shockwave said it in a low tone that made it sound like a threat. “But I do not ‘old mech shuffle.’”

The irritation quickly faded, to Shockwave’s relief, as they worked on the project mostly wordlessly. Other Decepticons often considered it a bad habit of Shockwave’s that he rarely spoke to his team in-person, and now he was beginning to realize it might be true. It was far easier to work with Starscream’s assistance. Shockwave’s thoughts distracted him, for it was only when Starscream was using his Null Ray to solder and the sparks lit up his face-plate, illuminating his lively smile, that Shockwave remembered his original aim—how fortunate that his mission appeared successful despite his distraction!

“Now, let’s see if it will hide my energy signature!” Starscream pressed a few buttons and activated the dual holographic-and-energy disguise. He vanished from sight.

Shockwave’s other sensors could only pick up the roar of Starscream activating his his jet heels, and then nothing. “Ah, the test was successful!” Shockwave exclaimed. “...Starscream?”

He was answered by being tapped on the power pack on his back. Shockwave’s antennae stood up and he whirled around and fired his cannon on instinct, the pulse shooting up into the starry sky.

The clang of Starscream’s heels against the ground alerted Shockwave to the fact he had landed. Chuckling, Starscream returned to the projector and dispelled the illusion. “What an excellent tool to use to get the drop on Megatron!”

“You will never use my holograms in order to attack Lord Megatron!” Shockwave yelled, jabbing a finger at Starscream angrily. “I would use my cannon to melt you down before you ever had the opportunity!”

“Not with your terrible aim, you wouldn’t.” Starscream smirked. He turned his head to look up into the sky, in the direction Shockwave had fired. “We should celebrate this accomplishment, Shockwave! I can’t believe earlier I felt...” he trailed off, his optics widening, his smirk falling. He fixed Shockwave with a scrutinizing, intense look. “Did you ask for my help to cheer me up? Did you know why I was... I mean, what had been bothering me?”

Shockwave froze. “It wouldn’t be logical to put such effort into cheering you up, Starscream,” he said hastily. “I may have recognized that your productivity and therefore the productivity of the Decepticons in general drops around this specific date, which means it was only logical for me to wish to help correct this state of affairs for the good of our movement—”

“I didn’t ask if it was logical, I want the real reason! Did you do this to cheer me up, yes or no?!” Starscream snapped.

“I...” Prevarication would be illogical. “...Yes, Starscream.”

Starscream’s brow furrowed. “You’re also answering ‘yes’ to my asking if you know what was on my mind.” It was a declaration, not a question.

Shockwave felt himself slump forward as if he were low on energon as he spoke. “When I noticed the correlation between your state of mind and this phase of the stellar cycle, I asked Soundwave if it was significant, and he knew. He also informed me my attempt would fail.”

Starscream’s optics flared a brighter red and he clenched his hands into tight, shaking fists. “That jerk...!”

Witnessing Starscream’s anger awakened anger in Shockwave’s own spark. It coursed through his circuits, overwhelming his processor. “And now that you know I asked Soundwave and he knew you experience a depressive episode because it is the anniversary of your ex-lab partner’s decision to join the Autobots, you'll have an emotional response and be upset and angry because you’ll feel this was invasive and your reaction will defeat the purpose of all my efforts,” he ranted, “and this is why it would have been far easier if you had never asked me about my intentions and it was pointless for me to tell you and emotions are unproductive even though I also know how it feels to have people who are important to me turn their backs on me—!"

Starscream regarded him with a long, level look, before surging forward—not to attack, but instead to pull Shockwave into a tight hug. “Thanks for the help, Shockster.”

“Oh.” Hearing Starscream use an unoriginal yet affectionate nickname for him caused Shockwave’s chest to light up bright pink.

“How warm!” Starscream felt the light touch his servos. “You really are an old model if your frame still lets off this much heat.”

“Shut up,” Shockwave murmured. He looked askance, feeling much emotion.

Somewhere, unbeknownst to the two of them, Laserbeak was perched atop a tall building and ceased streaming their interactions to a disappointed Soundwave and highly amused Megatron.

#2022tfrarepairingfest #Shockwave #starscream #StarShock #ShockStar #transformers g1 #maccadam #My writing

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majachee · 1 year

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They should let Starscream rule more with his trio of pals

They should!

But alas, my Starscream fucks everyone over in my continuity. In true Starscream fashion.

#'bro we helped you commit treason can you please just pay your portion of the bill?'#starscream: leaves restaurant without paying #ask #anonymous

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ao3feed-skystar · 2 months

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Oh Did I Not Tell You?

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/CrjYm6Z by TheLoveCooklol After several long and arduous hours lasting well over a day, Skyfire’s and Starscream’s sparklings were finally born and after three days, they were finally released from the hospital with a clean bill of health. But as it turns out, in the midst of their excitement and anticipation for their children to be born, they had forgotten to tell their friends that Starscream was in labor, and now they have to break the news to them three days late that they were born. And Starscream does so in true Starscream fashion. __ This is apart of the previous Recovery Route oneshot, but it does not have to be read to understand this one. Also, just to clarify, the works in this series are not in chronological order. Words: 1717, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 2 of Recovery Route Fandoms: Transformers - All Media Types, Transformers: Prime Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M, M/M, Other Characters: Jetfire | Skyfire (Transformers), Starscream (Transformers), Original Seeker Character(s) (Transformers), Swerve (Transformers), Tailgate (Transformers), Cyclonus (Transformers), Blurr (Transformers), Kiloton (Transformers), Drift | Deadlock, Hot Rod (Transformers), Windblade (Transformers), Whirl (Transformers), First Aid (Transformers), Nautica (Transformers), Skids (Transformers), Chromia (Transformers), Other(s) Relationships: Jetfire | Skyfire/Starscream (Transformers), Drift | Deadlock/Hot Rod, Cyclonus/Tailgate (Transformers) Additional Tags: Domestic Fluff, Transformer Sparklings, Mech Preg (Transformers), Light-Hearted, Comfort No Hurt, Family Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Childbirth (mentioned), IDW themes in the form of the characters are their designs + personalities, But there is no Lost Light, groupchats, Short & Sweet, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Out of Character, Maybe - Freeform, no clue, SKYSTAR FANS TAKE SOME FLUFF, BECAUSE THERE IS TOO MUCH ANGST IN THAT TAG, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/CrjYm6Z

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Skyfire #Starscream #SkyStar #Jetfire

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tfesstarscream · 1 year

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Mun info

OCs are fine

Drama and violence is fine

18+ Muns only

Muse Info

Nicknames: Commander Starscream | Lord Starscream [Everyone] / Star [Only 1 is allowed to call him that] / Scream, Screamy, Screamer [Very, very few are allowed] Age: [REDACTED] Gender: Male Height: 25 ft Faction: Decepticon Alt Mode: Jet

Weapons: Null-Ray, Missile Launchers, Machine gun

Holoform: Pierre Gasly

Personality: Starscream is equal part sadist and masochist. He’s cruel, ruthless, ambitious, headstrong, ready to destroy anything standing in his way. It also comes with a deep self-hatred, low self-esteem, prone to bouts of paranoia and trust issues. He’s focused on his goals and little else matters, not his physical or mental health.

Teetering the line between genius and madness, Starscream knows he’s more intelligent than the average mech, but his own failures always ends up standing in his own ways. He excels at self-sabotage, never confident enough, strong enough, powerful enough. Disillusion is what he operates on, fantasy of what he should be.

So he hungers for more power, unaware that true happiness does not lie from power or strength but from within.

Likes: + Power + Speed + Cybertron + Seekers + Decepticons + Music

Dislikes: - Megatron - Autobots - Humans - Decepticons - Optimus Prime

PERSONAL INFO

Family: Starscream is a Cybertronian, that’s where is true allegiance lies. He’s a Decepticons and considers it his family. Few mechs have gotten close to his spark but his obsession always takes precedent.

Mate: None [For now]

History: "Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer."

One could ask Starscream his story, background, details of his past or how he remembers events. Don’t trust a word, nothing that comes out of his mouthplate is the truth. He has retold, re-fashionned, embellished and turned everything in his past to levels of grandeur that are mind defying. He is from Vos and will admit so freely. As to what he did pre-war, only the few that knew him back then truely knows that his occupation was. Politician, military leader, scientists, explorer, the lies are endless. Starscream likes to keep it that way.

What matters is not the past, never had in the mech’s mind. Starscream’s optics are always fixed on the future, on the next opportunity, on the next plan. Grab your dreams between your servos and never let it go.

Power.

That’s what drives Starscream, all he craves is power. So much that he’s blinded to all the things that surrounds him, the mechs loyal by his side and those who care about him. He never makes it easy for those that made the mistake of letting them grow close to their sparks.

It’s all polish, all that matters is appearances. He has to be strong, he hasto rule. No matter the cost.

#tfesss; mun musings

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roboromantic · 1 year

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I know the focus of the show is probably supposed to be about the future and humans, Terrans, and Cybertronians learning to live together in peace, but the Alex stan in me is DYING to know more about wtf happened on Cybertron anyway.

like ok ignoring for the moment the question of why the Autobot/Decepticon war started in the first place.

— Alex says everyone came to Earth via a space bridge; iirc it looked like the timeline went something like

Decepticons control the space bridge on Cybertron

Autobots manage to take it from the Decepticons long enough to get to Earth as well.

Firstly, where’d the Earth-side space bridge come from? I would assume someone woulda had to have flown over there in a spaceship and built it at some point — maybe Quintus? In IDW1 iirc space bridges were basically introdced to Cybertron by the Quintessons; having Quintus make it could be a nod to that and also explain the presence of the Emberstone on Earth.

or idk maybe it’s like a Minecraft Nether portal and it just generates the other bridge when you first use it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Anyway I’d’ve thought OP et al woulda had to fight Decepticons the second they arrived on Earth, but maybe they didn’t bother defending that side since they thought the Cybertronian side was secure. Or maybe no one really “controlled” it, it was just discovered and both sides immediately started fighting over it for some reason? and the Decepticons fled through it, pursued by the Autobots? Did anyone even know where it went? why’d the Decepticons go to Earth in the first place; was it an accident? and if so why not just immediately go back to Cybertron lmao.

At any rate, the Earth side of the bridge seems to be under Autobot control.

For whatever reason, Bee comes to Earth. Did OP ask him to come for backup? Did something happen on Cybertron to force him to flee? We don’t know.

Likewise, Bee’s shown fighting Starscream as OP, Elita, and Jazz (who in true G1 fashion apparently turns into Ironhide upon arriving on Earth?) beam over to Earth, which means Starscream either came through the space bridge after the Autobots gained control of it — did he manage to escape the Autobots on the Earth side? or did they also leave it undefended until he came through and they were like “whoops we should do something about that.” Did he come through at the same time as Bee?

Optimus blows up the Earth side of the space bridge and the war “ends.”

Optimus says Megs has only been working for Ghost for 15 years, so either the space bridge got blown up a lot later than Alex made it sound like or maybe they were at “peace” but Megs was still leading the Decepticons until something (Dot?) changed his mind. Like I know he said he saw that Optimus was willing to do whatever’s right to protect his people no matter the cost blah blah blah but. if there was a 15 year gap between that and him starting to work for Ghost then.

Optimus says something to the effect of “As far as we know, the Cybertronians on Earth are the last of our kind.” I would assume this ties into why Bee came to Earth; they don’t seem to have any way to communicate with Cybertron, so word of mouth from someone who left later. Is anyone even around to do anything about the Cybertronian side of the space bridge??? I wanna say Shockwave is usually the guy left behind but who knows

We also don’t know WHY Bee is hiding from Ghost iirc??? I’m also a bit confused about the Terrans hiding from Ghost bc Optimus Licherally told Ghost to send a truck to pick them up. that’s how they ended up getting kidnapped.

It’s kinda funny that Agent what’s-his-face doesn’t immediately recognize Bee like. I know that the last they heard of him he was probably a Beetle but still.

Also the FUCK happened on Cybertron to make them think they’re the only Cybertronians left??? Are we gonna get colony planet stuff? More importantly are we gonna get any Junkion stuff PLEASE this would be the PERFECT show to bring them back and update the “speaking TV” bit into speaking via memes. The kids can translate for the very confused adults and/or we could have a funny reveal where like idk, Megatron is actually super up to date on the latest in Internet culture.

Anyway going back to history, Mo’s textbook has some......interesting phrasing. The cover says “A brief and incomplete history of Cybertron, the Autobots, and the humans on Earth that live among them.”

Like it’s straight-up saying Cybertron=Autobot. It uh. sounds VERY biased unless maybe Volume II is supposed to showcase the Decepticon side of things.

Also saying “The humans on Earth that live among them” sounds to me more like the Autobots run the planet and humans just live there; I think we almost always see things framed as Cybertronians living among humans instead.

side note: I’m wondering if that’s supposed to just be abstract textbook art or if it’s showing Cybertron, its two moons, and a sun. the two moons and sun are kinda not a constant throughout the franchise, though I think 2 moons is generally more widely accepted because of TFTM

If/when we see more of Cybertron I hope that like the last post said it’s more “fun and alien,” I really loved how Cyberverse had a lot more going on than just. plain grey metal with stupidly tall buildings. All we’ve seen of it afaik is from Alex’s story, which was rather obviously Not what it would look like if they go to Cybertron later in the show, and a picture of the planet in this same textbook. speaking of Alex’s story it’s very funny to me that his wife is Megatron’s bff but he’s still like ~ooh the cruel and dastardly Megatron~ sjdfhdjkshkg

speaking of human companions don’t we see Spike with Bee for a brief second? whatever happened to them and will we see maybe a Hot Rod/Rodiums and Daniel friendship at some point??? They also mention Dot working with the Autobots and we see what is presumably her with younger versions of the kids but like. Optimus says it’s been 30 years since he started working with Ghost so they’d be at LEAST 30 by now. I’m gonna chalk that up to it being part of Alex’s story and not evidence of what actually happened

There’s a lot of references to a Battle of Burbank (I think? the wiki’s not up to date yet and I don’t feel like digging through episodes to verify the name) Most important is Megs is reminiscing about fighting alongside Dot in this battle.

Wheeljack does mention that Cybertronian traditions aren’t really doable on Earth

Speaking of that reminds me of that Rescue Bots episode where they try to celebrate All Spark Day and THAT reminds me I really really wanna see some Rescue Bots stuff. are you kidding me they’d be PERFECT for this series.

OUGH ALEX MEETING WEDGE AND IMMEDIATELY BONDING OVER THEIR SHARED LOVE OF BEE........... Twitch and Whirl would also get along super well

anyway I don’t know that they’d actually like, all show up on the show but it’d be cool if like, idk the Malto kids became friends with Cody and Frankie or st.

Side note but I’d also be curious to see who all is a member of the Rescue Bots. The original four almost certainly, but they might wanna keep Blurr a little closer to his G1 counterpart. As for Salvage, High Tide, and Quickshadow......who knows? Quickshadow’s not really a Rescue Bot per se, and what with her being a James Bond kinda character, I could see her being a part of like, Ghost’s British division or st.

I want Nightshade to meet a nonbinary human (who uses neopronouns please and thank you) so people who are okay with it because ~robots don’t have gender~ or w/e can’t use that as a cop-out

I’ve been rewatching Earthspark to find stuff for this photoset (gifset? haven’t decided) I wanna make so here’s a couple fun background things I noticed

#Chal's TF ramblings #sorry if I forget to end a sentence somewhere I have adhd and kept jumping between bullet points as I thought of stuff #but this post is long enough already and I don't feel like fixing it up even though it's uh. kinda scrambled #I will probably also think of a zillion more things later that I meant to mention but forgot 😔

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