#sparkflower fields

[spark-took-flight]

Con't from here ll @sparkflower-fields

Feeling ignored while Perceptor kept working, Brainstorm decided to move on and work on his own projects. He really figured that Perceptor was not going to dignify him with a response. Okay, fair enough. it was a dumb statement. He went back to the soldering he'd been doing on a new weapon's circuits, letting himself focus there.

So, when his lab partner spoke up, it actually caused Brainstorm's helm to snap up, and he accidentally soldered one of his digits. He hissed and shook his servo, before looking up at Perceptor. After a moment, the question finally processed, and his wings flicked up, before dipping back down.

He scoffed. "Psh, no! I'm not small!" He huffed, getting up and walking back over. "I'm perfectly within my alt class's height limits." Yes, he was... Including the weapons on his back. Weapons that had only been fired a specific few times in his life. "And besides, height is just another useless classification nowadays." He brushed off Perceptor's question as if he hadn't been the one to start the conversation down this path in the first p

[spilled-energon]

@sparkflower-fields asked:

[For Tarantulas]

The cheetah-former, in his alt mode, crouches in the grass, lying low to the ground, stalking his target. He wiggles his front paws, adjusting his trajectory and…

He pounces!

“SURPRISE TARANTULAS!” He calls out as he jumps on the other, glee in his voice.

The multiverse was not something unfamiliar to Tarantulas. He has spent years researching the possibility, and had received ample proof of its existence on multiple occasions. He never actually made contact, however, with another universe. Until Cheetor, that is. The boisterous feline had visited him once before, though by accident on both of their parts. It was partially due to Tarantulas' experiments with opening a portal to another universe, and partially Cheetor's use and knowledge of the Allspark as its guardian. The first encounter had been rather enjoyable, but ultimately had to end when Cheetor needed to return to his own home.

Life went on. Tarantulas busied himself with more research into the topic. He was taking a break from the project when he was suddenly tackled.

Initially, his reaction was to fight back. Years of war and hostilities screamed at him to rip the offender from his frame, then stab a sharp spider limb through their chest. Thankfully, Cheetor's cheery voice registered before he had much of a chance to react. Tarantulas allowed himself to go limp on the ground beneath the cheetah's body, a soft laugh rattling his frame. "You would do well to give me more ample warning next time," he hummed, visor squinting in his version of a fond smile. "It's good to see you again, Cheetor."

[spicymotte]

a field of sorrow

[spilled-energon]

Soundwave had no interest in going near Breakdown, nor in interrupting whatever actions Knockout partook in to ease his grief. He kept his distance, not bothering to move from his knelt position a few feet away. He tilted his helm when he was addressed, shifting his arm to better show off the leaking injury on its underside.

When Knockout stood, so did he. He chanced a glance at the door, silently weighing his options. He could leave. Being in the medbay- any medbay- never failed to make his plating crawl. His inherent distrust of medics made the exit seem so much more appealing. But, Knockout was soon approaching him, so he held his ground.

Having someone grab at his plating without permission would always be somewhat shocking. Few had the courage to approach him, and even fewer were confident enough to actually touch him. Though, Knockout's role as CMO likely involved a lot of that. Soundwave tried not to jerk his arm away, forcing the limb to go still beneath the medic's oddly gentle touch. Aside from the occasional twitch of his digits, he was the ideal patient. Unmoving, patient, and quiet. The cleaning, then subsequent welding process, were met with nothing more than a blank stare from his expressionless visor.

Once the process was complete, Soundwave allowed his slender arm to drop back down to his side. He stayed locked in place for a moment, simply watching as Knockout turned away from him. Then, he stepped forward. "How are you today, dear doctor?" Starscream's recorded voice filtered through his speakers. It was a redundant question, considering the horrid state Knockout was clearly in, but it was an attempt, at least.

❤️‍🩹 - For my TFP Soundwave from Knockout?

❤️‍🩹 for an angst starter

Soundwave and Knockout

Knockout had never been one to be sentimental. At least, not openly. He would show affections and favor someone over the other with clear preferences. But sentiment was reserved for those who could afford it, and in war time very few found themselves wealthy.

Knockout had never been one to be sentimental.

But standing now, at the berth side of his lost love, the lifeless frame of Breakdown, he found the last few dregs of sentiment in his spark and they spilled from his optics, streaking down his faceplate.

Breakdown had always been there for him, in his times of need, both in battle and in the small hours of the cycle when stasis evaded him. He had always felt safe with Breakdown. Even now as he placed a shaky servo over the fizzled spark of his Conjunx, he felt safe. As if the other would spring to life if the mere mention of danger arose.

Knockout knew that wouldn’t be the case. After all his love’s frame had been through, the desecration by a filthy organic no less. He knew there would be no Primus given miracles. Not for mechs like them anyway.

The doctor slid to his knees next to the medical berth, his servo refusing to lift from Breakdown’s icy frame as he lowered himself to the floor. He gripped Breakdown’s stiff servo and simply sobbed with his helm slumped forward. He pulled Breakdown’s cold, lifeless hand over to cup his tear stained cheek plating, wordlessly begging for Breakdown to wake up and hold him, to comfort him how he used to.

No matter how he cried or grieved, Primus didn’t play favorites with the likes of them. He would not see his love rise the way the leader of the Autobots so often did. And that thought planted a bitter seed in his own spark.

Just as he thought things couldn’t get worse, he heard the doors to the medical bay hiss open. Without much thought, or care really, of who was at the door, he grabbed the nearest object which was a tray of autopsy tools he had used to inspect his Conjunx’s frame for research. With all his strength he threw it at whoever had entered, the tools smashing against the wall next to them. Rage and anguish filled his intake and he screamed, not saying anything, but roaring in agony, in anger. Because how dare someone interrupt his mourning?

He screamed so hard his vox glitched and he nearly broke it. Then he fell silent once more, resting his helm against the side of the berth as another pitiful sob shook his frame. He was resigned to whatever reprimand he would receive for acting so unbecoming of the Decepticon CMO title. He couldn’t care, not when his Conjunx’s lifeless frame rusted next to him.

Even if it was the chief of security who had entered the medical bay.

[silenceofthewave]

cont. with @sparkflower-fields

Soundwave grunted when Megatron pushed him into the conference room. His field reflected his surprise and quickly turned into smoldering playfulness. He tilted his head a little denoting the hidden smirk on his face.

He yelped a little as Megatron pinned his wrist to the wall. Soundwave took in a steadying vent and turned his servo towards his Conjunx Endurae. In his hand was a small black datapad- that seemed to be displaying a calendar.

"Request: Verify your schedule for the upcoming orbital cycle." Soundwave answered, "Purpose: Scheduling a Newspark Viability Assessment."

Whatever playfulness was left in Soundwave's field was instantly replaced by a quiet tension. He... He didn't know how to feel about this- which is definitely on his "Top 10 Worst Feelings" list.

[cybertr0nian]

For anyone part of the DJD crew:

Nickel is absolutely booking it on her pede wheels to the Peaceful Tyranny's conference suit, and she is fuming. She has a tendency to check on the stations around the ship that are specifically in place for personal grooming and physical health maintenance, mostly to ensure there are fresh supplies provided for everyone, and not one buff pad, dentae scrubber or solvent shower was even slightly used from when she last checked and replaced them. And that was cycles ago! She has more important things to do than monitor her crew's personal hygiene, but APPARENTLY, that job would fall under her jurisdiction today!

As soon as she reaches the door to the conference room, she angrily punches in her medic access codes, which override any lock put on the door. She knows that those codes are for emergencies only, but she doesn't care. The last thing she is going to do, is take lip from a mech with unwashed, unpolished plating and gunked up dentae!

Tarn lifts his helm from the datapad he'd been reading off of and slowly turned his helm towards the doors he could hear someone on the other side and he knew exactly who it was...considering everyone else was in here with him. Nickel. Clearly something had upset her to come all this way but he wondered what it could be now....well it seemed like he'd find out soon as the door was opened and in came the medic.

Helex was the first to move to the far side of the room, the last thing they wanted was for Nickel to grab him and berate him about his oral hygiene again...and she certainly seemed upset, at who none of them knew...yet.

" Nickel...." you seem upset...is what he wanted to say but clearly that was obvious " What brings you here? If it's for a check-up of some sort it will have to wait until after the meeting."

[paladinofthepits]

[ starter for @sparkflower-fields -> Kitbasher ]

A ragged ex-vent left him as he attempted - once again - to take a step. It quickly became an impatient snarl as his leg threatened to give out beneath his great weight.

Had the injury been in a more accessible spot, Megatron was proficient enough at mending his wounds temporarily in combat scenarios. But alas, the blast had caught him on the back, outermost section of his knee joint, severing the hydraulic fuel line. The limb was stiff, useless. He'd been fortunate enough to make it this far, but if he did not succeed in exiting the cavern, he had no hope of calling for a bridge. The alien mineral deposits within the rock here were interrupting the frequencies of their communications system, a detail discovered too late.

Hurried pedesteps echoed down the tunnel shaft, growing closer. The injured warlord braced on the wall he was propped against, pushing himself into a more upright position. Cycling on his cannon, he aimed it toward the opening the bot would pass by, unknowing if they were friend or foe. Were it the latter, he would not be perishing on this day.

An unfamiliar frame breached the gap, the stranger screeching to a stop upon seeing him.

"Do not move," he warned lowly.

[polyhexianchicken]

It was after hours, Swerve's bar had closed down for the evening. But he still had the itch to do something. Not really sure what he wanted to do, standing in the darkened bar, he eyed a batch of energon he had whipped up that still had a few mugs worth.

Now... the real question was, who to share it with?

Cyclonus and Tailgate usually were asleep by now, so it couldn't be them.

Chromedome and Rewind were probably doing... Primus knows what. And the last time Swerve got involved he walked with a limp for a whole week.

So, his processor landed on Whirl. Whirl was usually awake at this Primus-forsaken hour. So why not stop by and pay him a visit?

Swerve sub-spaced the energon before locking up the bar and strolling to Whirl's hab. When he finally arrived he reached to knock, hesitating a moment. 'Was this a good idea?' The mini thought. He shook his helm and knocked, despite his doubts. He wanted to give the ex-wrecker a chance.

At first Whirl ignores the sound, thinking it was just some of the weird noises that come from living in a giant ship. That is, until after a few kliks he replays the sound, realising that it was in fact a knock at his doors. What the frag?

He trudges silently to the door, punching in the code to open it, not hiding his reaction of his helm jerking back in surprise when he spots the minibot. Swerve? What the hell?

"...Whatever it is, it wasn't me. I haven't stolen any of your inventory this week, so you can frag off to Magnus with that search request." Whirl chuffs rudely with a heavily suspiscious glint. Surely he's not here willingly now? Pff, nah. That couldn't be it, he wouldn't come over to just to hang out with Whirl, of all mechs. Well, not unless he was desperate.

[notsafeforwave]

cont. with @sparkflower-fields

Soundwave let his helm fall back as all the background charge suddenly lit up his sensory net. The lights on his array pulsed as he granted himself a small noise of pleasure and twist of his pelvis. He felt the crackle of static between his joints spread across his hips and up his torso; letting out a soft moan, punctuated by the curl of Megatron's digit.

Slowly, he picked his helm up. Soundwave stared at his Conjux with half lidded optics and a grin that was only interrupted when he bit his lip. Soundwave's vents huffed again as he noted the look in Megatron's optics; a look he was intimately familiar with.

Soundwave truly had him wrapped around his little finger.

The servo that had once been on Megatron's wrist began to slowly stroke his spike. He timed his movements to the pace his mate set; digits squeezing the tip when he pushed in, and a stroke to the base when he pulled out. Soundwave watched as the look on his face evolved; his own derma parted, optics cycled tight.

He wanted to see how far he could push Megatron. How long could he last under these conditions- what would make him break? What could Soundwave do to push him to the edge, but never over?

These questions plagued him as Megatron put in a second digit. He couldn't stop himself from whining with pleasure as the fingers pushed in knuckle deep, spreading apart to tease whatever nodes they could find. The loose grip on Megatron's spike tightened slightly, wrist twisting as he stroked upwards. Soundwave stared at his faceplate, noting the look of concentration there and the fanged dentae that poked out.

He couldn't help the delight that gripped his spark, seeing Megatron like this; at his command. How so many, for so long, had wished to have this sort of authority, yet none of them realized that to wield it they must learn to respect it. They wanted to take him for granted, but Soundwave knew better. He always had.

The feeling was only magnified by their recent reunification. The words spoken, the agreements they came to; Soundwave now knew his place, and Megatron's as well. Each other's sides.

A well placed stroke brought Soundwave out of his thoughts. He groaned quietly and gripped the base of Megatron's spike. An almost wolfish grin crossed his face as he stared into the crimson optics of his sparkmate. The once dead Cybtertronian language, now revived, gave its command.

"Released."

[spark-took-flight]

Cont - @sparkflower-fields

Brainstorm watched as his attempt at a compliment seemed to fall flat. Until out popped a Rodimus star. Okay, not the worst reaction to a compliment he'd gotten. He had been punched before.

He took the Star before looking down at the captain, a mix of perplexed and amused.

"Now, last I checked, gift giving wasn't exactly how to receive a compliment." He hummed, as he stashed the star in his own subspace. Added to his collection.

"However, I now pose to you a question, completely unrelated. Do you, or do you not, like to shoot things?" He asked.

[notsafeforwave]

@sparkflower-fields

(267): If I wanna spend the whole night tied up and getting railed I’m allowed to do so

[silenceofthewave]

@sparkflower-fields said, " "Uh... Boss whats with the uh... army of bits?" Rumble is standing in the doorway looking more lost than he normally does. "

.: Bitlets: Appeared. :.

That was the only explanation Rumble was going to get for now. Soundwave turned its helm to look over its shoulder. It gave Rumble a severe look through the visor; as if this was somehow his fault.

Soundwave knew it wasn't, but that didn't stop the momentary show of irritation. Still, after a moment, its shoulders sagged, and it paused what it was working on. It turned to face Rumble.

.: Soundwave: Requesting Rumble's assistance regarding construction of habsuite. :.

[cybertr0nian]

✨️ >>> For Breakdown

Knockout approaches with a servo full of auto-grade mica glitter for paint jobs and takes a deep in-vent before blasting the glittery dust all over Breakdown, who was napping peacefully.

When the glittery dust settled, Knockout was wearing bunny ears and a little cotton ball tail.

"Happy human holiday of resurrection Sweetspark~ Don't you look gorgeous?"

Send ✨️ to throw glitter at my muse!

Ah, recharge it was nice while it lasted....sadly it wasn't a long one when something hit him with a loud BANG and of course Breakdown being Breakdown, immediately assumed that it was an attack and swiftly sat up on the berth with his servo quickly shifting to his hammer only to stop when he noticed Knockout standing there.

He needed a moment to process what was happening, optic looking the smaller mech over noticing their outfit....

Human....resurrection holiday?

Only Knockout would bother with human culture and of course drag him into it, which was of course his own fault considering he didn't put his pede down " What I-" he stops noticing the glitter on his arm and slowly looked down at himself " What the..." was that the sound he'd heard?

" Primus Knockout you startled me, I thought we were under attack." he admitted as he slowly stood and...well attempted to remove the glitter " Ugh this scraps sticking...what's with the outfit?" he asks raising his helm to look at Knockout " I mean it's cute...I just wasn't expecting...this."

[dollofiacon]

The femme listened intently to Skyfire's recap of how he wound up as the mess she found him; her helm occasionally swiveling in unnatural rotations so she could look up at the scientist, and nod.

"Oh my... I wasn't expecting organics to live in this biome... It feels cold enough to induce cryo-stasis," Mourningstar remarked, simply fascinated by the mere fact that organisms as fragile as Earth animals actually lived in such a cold, and seemingly barren place. "Surely, there must be another chance to try and study the penguins. Maybe we'll see other fauna as well!"

Soon enough, Mourningstar managed to efficiently slurp and lap up the spilt Energon from the surrounding snowy ground until the spot looked crisp and clean.

Finally, she posed back to a regular bipedal stance to properly speak with the other bot. "Are you going to be alright, Skyfire...? The substance should hold, at least until we get you to repair station," She softly fussed, her beady optics cautiously scanning the patched up wound. "I remember seeing the scientists that were in charge of my enclosure, testing it against certain temperatures to see what conditions it took to make it either melt or break!"

“I typically enjoy this sector of Earth more than others. Unfortunately I was caught out here by some Decepticons. They shot me down and left me for dead, so I think we are safe for the time being.” He smiled pleasantly at the other.

“I study the creatures and the environment out here. They just are quite fascinating to me.” He looked around at the snowy terrain before frowning a little.

“I was attempting to land here to observe the creatures known as penguins, but it seems my crash landing scared them all off.” He blinked with wide optics as she offered energon cubes and a means to clean himself up. He hadn’t expected to be able to refuel for a while, let alone right now. But he supposed it was a reason to be grateful that the other was kind enough to share.

Skyfire gratefully took the cloth and the energon that was offered to him, nodding slightly in response to her insistence and watched with curious optics as the other’s frame shifted and contorted.

And then she began cleaning up his spilled energon, with what he assumed was her glossa.

He had to admit, this being he had found himself with was odd, but he was no stranger to odd things. As a scientist, odd things were revered. So despite his surprise, he was happy to simply clean up, refuel, and watch his newfound ally.

Skyfire began gently cleaning himself up to the best of his abilities, being careful of the hardened putty that filled the cavity of his chassis, preventing further bleed out. It would not be wise to knock it free after the other worked hard to clean up the mess he had made.

Once he found himself sufficiently clean, he cracked open an energon cube and drank deep of the lifeblood, already feeling his senses sharpen.

[notsafeforwave]

cont. with @sparkflower-fields

Soundwave grinned under his mask as he his helm was tilted. His servo moved up the arm holding his chin, digits scraping carefully along the silver plating. He pressed his chassis closer to Megatron's; his tape deck scraping softly and leaving behind blue paint transfers.

"Do I?" His claws dug in, "Always found it thrilling."

Suddenly, Soundwave's servo was on Megatron's wrist. He pulled the hand off his jaw away, and took a large step. He took another, effectively backing Megatron into a tree. The mech might be taller than him, but that only meant there was enough space for Soundwave to slot himself between his legs.

Soundwave's voice carried the lilt of a smirk, as if he knew exactly what he was doing, "Must be hard, being so easily tamed."

[spark-took-flight]

[For any Starscream]

The terror twins, Rumble and Frenzy, had broken into Starscream’s hab. For what, they didn’t quite know. But they did know that they were curious of what the Seeker Leader got up to in his spare time.

Frenzy was digging through a drawer next to Star’s berth while Rumble was messing with the presets on the jet’s replicator on the wall, recreating the last items he had replicated. A energon dessert was created and the purple mini’s optics widened.

“Ooh.” He grabbed it and started munching before wandering over to his holo-screen and turning it on, clicking through the different channels.

Frenzy found a lacy piece of thin cloth that was shaped like pelvic plating. He tilted his head, confused as to what it was, before tossing it over his shoulder and continued snooping. He pocketed every loose piece of shanix he found.

It had been such a long, long day of dealing with the Decepticon High Command, trying to throw solutions to various problems and make them stick. Granted, he was most of those problems, so...

Anyway, he was tired. He wanted to just crawl into berth and take a nice, long, stasis nap. So, when he opened his habsuite and saw the two little terrors, he immediately stepped in and blockaded the door.

"What the frag are you doing in my habsuite?!" He shrieked, posturing up to intimidate them. "How did you even get in here?!"

And then he saw just what had been pulled out and touched, and he felt his face flush. "I'm going to squish you!" He snarled as he marched over to Frenzy first, trying to grab him.