Hello! Can I request Starscream with a reader who loves video games, especially older "retro" ones please?
Anon you have waited so long, please accept this humble word train of inconveivale proportions, becuase this went from 'haha Screamy vs tetris' to 'holy shit I can't stop typing-'
Starscream x RetroGamer!Reader
HA!
Such primitive, meagre entertainment. How can you engage in something barely even fit for newsparks??
Yeah, Starscream is waving his ‘technological-race superiority’ around again. You’ve long since learned to roll your eyes, tune him out and turn the tinny volume on your console to maximum just to annoy him.
For all that he snorts and rolls his optics and waxes lyrical about how his games were played in high-speed roulette 5D stratospheric-chess - or whatever - you don’t fail to smugly notice how his wings twitch in time with the music. (Don’t bring it up or he’ll screech about how he can’t get the bouncy little tunes out of his head at 3am. It’s not worth your eardrums.)
And when he DOES pay attention, he’s the kind to aggressively backseat drive.
What’s worse, is that after breathing down your neck and screeching at you to “Jump HIGHER-” (Mario Bros is a relationship tester), he’ll cluck his tongue and smarmily coo at your game over screen until you finally snap and shove the comparatively tiny controller in his face.
The affronted shock lasts a millisecond before he huffs and says such childish little things are beneath him. Obviously.
Your petty revenge is to chat obnoxiously loud to Knockout and spread a rumour on the Nemesis that the Mighty Commander Starscream is too outdated to try anything new, clearly, I mean he’s just so old-
- much screeching shouting and scratched paintjobs later, you find out that he’s simply downloaded the games into his brain and fully intended to not breathe a word to you about it apparently until you died. Prideful bastard.
He HAD intended to tell you, but only after he had gotten an impossibly high score to beat so he could rub it in your cute squishy face.
In a beautifully ironic twist of fate, being as advanced as cybertronians are, the highly simple nature of most retro games actually renders them incompatible, like trying to run a floppy disk through a hadron collider. So while yes Star can play tetris on his break, he cannot simply blitz the levels as expected and call it a day, because the old games have such simple parameters in comparison to how he usually operates.
So he has to actually play.
With no instructions because of course this high strung high maintenance metal bird could not possibly deign to ask you how to play first. That would be demeaning. And he won’t google it either.
You can sit in smug, satisfied peace as you watch him slowly tick through several layers of frustration: wings twitching, claws tapping, optics whizzing to focus on platforms and little 8 bit enemies you can’t see.
But Starscream is still the Second in Command of the Decepticons. And the Decepticons have very stringent security measures.
Soundwave fucking manifesting outside your window one evening was enough to have you pray to every god you’ve ever heard of. Inscrutable, all knowing fucking Soundwave. You regret every conversation you’ve ever had on the Nemesis, oh god your house is probably bugged-
His face screen flickers to life. You blink, as a live stream of the Nemesis command deck appears.
You have, by dint of hanging around too much and a few close encounters with the Autobots, seen cybertronians on the battlefield before. It is nothing compared to the later levels of Pacman on the Nemesis bridge at 1 am.
Soundwaves inscrutable smiley face emoji pings your phone, almong with a simple, translated glyph.
“More? :)”
PS-
Soundwave is Pacman god. Knockout has a soft spot for the Mario games. Starscream fucking loves Galaxian and will die before he ever tells you this. Shockwave, logically, finds Tetris soothing.
Megatron plays pong on his throne sometimes when his usual brooding gives way to inevitable drug induced boredom. It spaces his eyes out to either side nearly completely. Starscream has screenshots of his gormless mug taped to his hab wall to shoot on occasion.
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Just learned during a presentation at my job (an association helping refugees) that only 5% of Isolated Minors (children under 18 coming from another country and arrived in France without their parents) are girls.
It's not a symbol of privilege.
It means that we don’t know where little girls seeking asylum are. They're victims of human trafficking or prostitution. They don’t have the chance to be taken in by a wealthier country with women's rights or without war. They can’t even try to leave the horrid situation from their home country even though said situation is almost always worse for women and girls than for men and boys.
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Jily seen through other people's eyes... Quidditch at Hogwarts.
Written with Moody March Day 18 : Focused || @jilymicro-oops
Read Reserve Seeker on ao3
“…and that’s today's Slytherin team. Unlike the Gryffindors there's absolutely nothing surprising about this line-up. Both teams need to win today's match if they want to have a shot at the Cup. Tension levels between the two Houses have been rising higher than the Quidditch Hoops in the last week, and I don't think anyone feels the bad luck of Gryffindor's star players is coincidental.
The reality for the Lions is that three of Gryffindor’s star players are not playing today. I for one, would have liked to have been a fly on the wall in Professor Slughorn’s office when he spoke to the potentially involved students of his House and—”
“Callum, your job is to comment on the game, not to feed us conspiracy theories and gossip.” McGonagall hisses at the Ravenclaw sixth year sitting in the commentator’s box.
“Ah, alright Professor, so we have the Gryffindor Captain grounded, in a far more effective way than any teacher has managed in all of Potter's years pulling pranks at this school—- well, it’s not gossip if it’s true Professor.”
Every seat in the Quidditch pitch is occupied, some last minute arrivals try to find somewhere to stand and still have a good view of the game that’s about to begin.
On the ground the two teams, one clad in bright red, the other a vibrant green, are shaking hands.
“Ouch that looked painful. Captain Wilkes looks more than a little red in the face. Seems he wanted to disable Gryffindor’s reserve seeker before the match, with that excuse for a handshake. But it appears Wilkes miscalculated and is now feeling the sharp claws of the Lions. He should have known better, for she may be small, she’s fierce. I’d not like to be on her bad side, personally.
continue ...
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Mystery Seekers - Crossover
I remembered that I did this on another channel I have (but never useTwT)
Basically the concept is that these characters meet each other and go on crazy adventures hunting mysteries, cryptics, parallel dimensions, demons, aliens, etc. It's just something I thought about a while ago and never thought about continuing. What would you guys think of a crossover like this?
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Budokai 3: Calm Before Storm
(C.F) Prompt 10 / Prompt 30 / Prompt 31 - ♫Brick by Brick♫
Stationed tents were positioned and set up while the showdown was scheduled at high noon when the house of a blazing sun’s glory hit the hottest point but more importantly it’d focus and illuminate over a dark pit below the stadium for Six Layers. The crew rejoiced in delicacies and shade while their leading Captains prepared themselves for repentance.
The Seeker injuries remained concurrent from his assault a fresh short sun’s ago. Not even a grimace or wince he’d afford to show. Truthfully he wasn’t a hundred percent but the stakes were pressed in, he couldn’t back out. Just like previously learned, that butterfly that reflected his spiritual journey didn’t quit even with a clipped wing. Once a lion now just a measly insect trying to survive a mountain bear alongside a whole fucking winter, figuratively.
No chance – written on the pattern of his design to win this showdown. There was a record of authenticity when it came to major independent battles with no aid or help, the Captain of Goldbrand faltered at every stage. He hadn’t ever achieved anything by his name alone against those of his high seas.
Hence why he was continuously unable to make a huge enough splash to impact anything. Constantly struggling mentally and physically with inadequacy because of the ignorance of his faults, and fears all those shortcomings that just by a mere glimpse outsider saw. Such irony is a man capable of seeing qualities of many and retrieving locations of timeless treasures and recovering them, yet unable to ever grasp himself.
Always lacking.
Missing something.
Never once complete.
While with the recent changes of his life and actual warm crew that were above witnessing and actually supporting him in this turmoil and his consistent effort to be just something, decent.
The question laid in this battle was it enough? Did he learn or was he a helpless case.
Funny thing about every leader that spun a tongue there’s a measure of doubt, they often have to confront firstly with themself, were they in the right? Are they doing things for the good of their people? OR were they unnecessarily deserving of most of their regrets in their nightly sleeps that haunted them wrong. See, they can’t have a shed of that period.
There’s a reason why order exists. Why his betterment fellows of the sea named scourges, held no heart in their thoughts, it can’t be used. And here this pirate was still with dreams, adorned with a sliver of passion. Rebellious belief he had to turn into someone precisely cordless and dull, deprived of their own sake of humanity. Another, greed for endless power.
He did everything in his gallant might to evade a path that is trusted and works reliant. As every new confrontation with an advisory came, they were always unrelenting and spent no expense in correcting him and attempted to seize and immerse him under realism.
Truth always will shine victorious.
Either he’ll die unremarkable less and nameless,
Or live in this sun upon a pillar as the best of them.
The dastardly Seeker brazenly confronted and wanted to spew poison. Relieve some built up tension.“Rest assure you’ll get a helluva pounding by me, I just hope yer gal doesn’t get jealous.” Knowing full well he was waking up a sleeping demon.
Sinbad methodically pulled his face-mask off to give a violent stare down. “I swear your undeniable ass is going to get handed!” A huff and puff exploded out in a shout from the lungs of the buff Highlander uncontrollably. Kuro took a cunning strike at the temperament of his opponent and studied how much he coddled his lover. They shared each other like an unbreakable item. Endanger in touching what’s held sacred, it’ll always garner a possessive response surefire.
Psychologically getting in the head is a gambit though and a bluff diversion by the scoundrel who still was trying to hide his dressed wounds. Before this showdown underwent he was going to seed a first hit.
“Aw, I appreciate the flattery and offer t’ handle my ass, but grab a ticket in-line. Sheesh though, I wasn’t so sure these pants were doin’ me justice, a charm t’ know.” With a visible cheeky snark.
Receiving a last irritation, “I will silence you permanently! I’ll break you until your back to the habits of injecting your arm, drinking at the bottom of the bottles, you’ll wish to escape hell and when you think you’ve climbed out, I’ll kick and shove you back down into your pit , where you belong!” Trembling in breathing from labored anger. It was shortly after hearing his own self, he recognized this pirate pest, in his coy play. He took an exhale and glanced at his maiden before finding control of his temper.
The sun reached the destination match-set to scorch vile sinners in the pit perfectly looming, signaling the start to this hellacious showdown.
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