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☽–;; hey JSYK everyone, I was kinda keeping it under wraps for a little bit, but my blog can now be located over at @falconwiinged

if y’all wanna continue to follow and interact with me, I’m gonna be over there C:

[lordofvos-blog]

☽–;; hey JSYK everyone, I was kinda keeping it under wraps for a little bit, but my blog can now be located over at @falconwiinged

if y’all wanna continue to follow and interact with me, I’m gonna be over there C:

[lordofvos-blog]

☽–;; hey JSYK everyone, I was kinda keeping it under wraps for a little bit, but my blog can now be located over at @falconwiinged

if y’all wanna continue to follow and interact with me, I’m gonna be over there C:

[lordofvos-blog]

☽–;; hey JSYK everyone, I was kinda keeping it under wraps for a little bit, but my blog can now be located over at @falconwiinged

if y’all wanna continue to follow and interact with me, I’m gonna be over there C:

[lordofvos-blog]

☽–;; hey JSYK everyone, I was kinda keeping it under wraps for a little bit, but my blog can now be located over at @falconwiinged

if y’all wanna continue to follow and interact with me, I’m gonna be over there C:

[lordofvos-blog]

☽–;; hey JSYK everyone, I was kinda keeping it under wraps for a little bit, but my blog can now be located over at @falconwiinged

if y’all wanna continue to follow and interact with me, I’m gonna be over there C:

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radioactivibee ;;

“I…you…” He stood, dumbfounded, as Starscream got a merry chuckle at his expense. His wings flicked again, this time in annoyance, before settling down. Getting jealous was a little silly and he knew Starscream would never leave him for some bot he’d met at the club.

Unless said bot really did get along with him better and they looked at each other the same way the Seeker looked at him now–

“It wasn’t tacky.” Somehow, he couldn’t help but defend the mech he wanted to push into the Pit only seconds before. “I wasn’t being possessive.” A lie. Such a lie. But Primus, he really didn’t want to admit it.

« 🎻 » ||  “Oh, please, Bumblebee. The green flames? Those were tacky.” Starscream watched the other mech for a long moment, wings flicking. He hoped he hadn’t gone too far -- he was atrocious at this sort of thing, atrocious at not driving other mechs away, and Bumblebee was, well... the best thing to ever happen to him.

“Come here,” he murmured, holding out both servos to beckon him. “I want you.”

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☽–;; starscream can hardly fathom a bot that ridiculously tiny omg

Im fucking laughing left is tfp!Waspinator and right is @lordofvos‘s Starscream Waspy only gets up to about his knee gosh i made him so smol i love it

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radioactivibee ;;

His entire frame quivered, optic apertures twisting and turning as Bumblebee tried to reign in his indignation. It didn’t help that Starscream was being so casual about the attention. Did he read the situation wrong? Had the seeker liked that drunken mech’s company?

“Of course not,” he answered shortly, voice pitching up slightly. “Why would I mind? You can do what you want, even if it’s with more attractive, slightly tipsy mechs that don’t like grounders for whatever reason. Totally fine!”

« 🎻 » ||  Starscream didn’t want to give up the joke so soon, but he didn’t want to genuinely upset Bumblebee, either -- and besides, the way the grounder was huffing and rambling on was too funny. The Seeker snorted in a quite undignified manner, then barked a laugh. He covered his mouth with one servo.

“Oh, Bumblebee, you are jealous,” he teased, wings fluttering with mirth. “You realize I would never, right? Especially not with a mech with a paintjob that tacky, Primus...

“I should say, I love it when you get possessive.”

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radioactivibee ;;

Wings shot up before relaxing once again. Despite this, Bumblebee’s expression remained fairly neutral, though a bit petulant. He crossed his arms and cocked his helm to the side, raising an optic ridge at the Seeker’s smirk.

“Jealous? Me? Of course not, I just didn’t like how they were looking at you. Or laughing at you. Or offering you their private comm. But hey, why would I be jealous over some very nice-looking bot I’ve never met before? Because I’m not. Because that would be silly.”

« 🎻 » ||  Oh, he was, he was jealous. And, Primus, he was awful at hiding it. Starscream’s smirk grew into a grin, and he leaned back, crossing one leg over the other. He picked up the datapad by his side and pretended to rifle through it.

“Good,” he purred as if he didn’t realize, shuffling a folder on the pad back and forth to mimic doing something actually interesting. “So you wouldn’t mind if I shot him a comm, then? He seemed nice.”

He hadn’t even kept the offered commlink.

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@radioactivibee asked for a starter!

« 🎻 » ||  Starscream lounged across the couch, looking Bee up and down for a long moment. It wasn’t until he noticed the tenseness in the other’s doorwings that a smirk split Starscream’s lipplates, and he sat up, optic ridges raising.

“Wait, wait, you weren’t jealous of that other mech, were you?”

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notadeceptiicon ;;

           “YOU ARE AFRAID OF INSULTING THE MEDIC, is that it, then?” A smile teased his lips, but one that didn’t quite break the surface. Instead, he simply reached, one hand meeting the other’s in a gentle grip. “You and him do seem quite close.”

It was something he had tried to ignore, but was right in front of his face. The way Starscream’s optics softened around the CMO, the quiet murmurs between them– there was something there; Cyclonus just couldn’t put his finger on it yet.

“And I you, my Prince.”

« 🎻 » ||  “I-- What? No, no, it’s--” Starscream huffed at the look in Cyclonus’s optics. He leaned close, butting his forehelm against the other Seeker’s. “Don’t look so sad. It’s not like that.”

Truth be told, he did feel... softer, around Ratchet. Vulnerable. But he cared for Cyclonus, he cared for him a great deal, and Cyclonus was who he’d been promised to. Guilt twinged in his spark, guilt towards both parties -- but he swallowed it back, for now. He’d get his feelings in check later.

He wasn’t sure how to articulate himself to Cyclonus. He didn’t want to stop touching him, lest Cylonus disappear in a puff of smoke, lest he turn out to be a hallucination. He just wanted to press close and lose himself in his warmth.

But he was a Prince. He’d contain himself.

“...Have you fueled? I could get you a cube, if you’d like.”

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notadeceptiicon ;;

            HIS LIPS PULLED BACK INTO A SNARL, but it was little more than a half-sparked complaint. Cyclonus let his hand fall away, ignoring the blue that dotted the tip of his claws. “Careful, Starscream, or passersby might actually think you care if my wounds worsen or improve, and we simply cannot have that.”

Despite his words, there was a half-smile on the warrior’s face. His other hand lifted, fingers cupping the other’s face with a tenderness so rarely observed in wartime. The pad of his thumb traced Starscream’s optic ridge. 

“Perhaps not. And perhaps there is no use in trying to repair what is irreparable. Still, that does not stop the mind from wandering.”

« 🎻 » ||  “Don’t flatter yourself, Cyclonus, I just don’t want good welding going to waste. That takes supplies, you know.” Starscream rattled his wings in response to Cyclonus’s snarl, glaring, but there was no actual malice behind it. He huffed.

Unable to help himself, though, he pressed into the touch, expression quickly melting to one of gentleness and warmth. His optics shuttered, and his turbines gave a soft, gentle purr. Starscream placed a servo over Cyclonus’s and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“It really doesn’t.” Starscream licked his lip plates, hesitating, before mumuring, “I’ve missed you, you idiot.”

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notadeceptiicon ;;

          OH, HOW HE WISHED THEY HADN’T! Cyclonus had been lost for several million years, lost to the will and spark of one who had only sought to use him. He believed himself out to protect Cybertron; it was his duty, as one of its Princes, and one he held in high regard. He would have died for Cybertron, but now it seemed as though his home had gone dark without him.

“Your Prime told me enough,” rumbled the mech. He clenched his fist, talons digging into the wound in his side. Not quite enough to open the welding, but enough; almost enough to distract him from the loss. “I am sorry I was not there to defend it. Had I known…”

“Had I known what was to transpire, I never would have left it, or you.”

« 🎻 » ||  “Hey!” Starscream reached over, gently smacking at the servo on Cyclonus’s weld. His plating puffed and his wings rattled as he fixed Cyclonus with a glare. “Be careful, you imbecile. Do you want to make your wounds worse?”

But slowly, he relaxed again, sharp features softening. He sighed, wings lowering. “Stop, don’t... don’t blame yourself. You didn’t know. You didn’t know you were going to disappear, or what Megatron planned to do...

“...Primus, none of us knew what Megatron was planning.”

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                  ❛ she walked with the universe on her shoulders                             and made it look like a pair of wings. ❜

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notadeceptiicon ;;

          “ONE I HOPE YOU WILL INDULGE ME WITH, EVENTUALLY.” 

Cyclonus shifted his weight, to allow his fellow Prince the space needed to join him. One servo lifted, to trace the facial angles so familiar to him. In another life, perhaps things would have been different; in another life, perhaps they could have lived and loved, as their creators had wanted for them. But in happiness’ stead, Primus had dealt them a far crueler hand; one they would take in stride. 

“According to your Prime and medic, my disappearance was over four million years ago. It would explain why we are not–” 

Home. It almost slipped from his glossa, betraying the emotions he fought to hold back. This planet, while beautiful in its own way, was not the land he remembered. It was not the world he fought so hard for. Standing upon its very soil made him sick, in a way he could not yet describe. 

“–on Cybertron.”

« 🎻 » ||  Starscream leaned into Cyclonus’s touch, optics shuttering closed and a shiver going through him from the contact. He reached up, digits lightly touching his betrothed’s wrist -- encouraging. He liked this sort of gentleness coming from someone so serious.

“Were you so far gone that you didn’t realize how long it had been?” he murmured, genuine confusion coloring his optics. “I... yes. Nearly five million, now. Cybertron is...” His vocalizer caught.

“...did they tell you? About Cybertron?”