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{ @ask-smokescreen }

How can you lose him? Isn't he like, a billion feet long?

"He is a brat and a nuisance roughly larger than Ravage by the merit of having wings, and I am going to find him and he is not going to enjoy what I'm going to do to him when I do."

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HAS ANYONE SEEN PREDAKING?

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Built different.....

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The shadows carve over him like paring knives. Starscream used to be a shimmering, beautiful thing, so far from the soot and fumes of Kaon that Megatron could not help but stare in disbelief like the little bumpkin from the Tarnish Mountains he was.

He’s still beautiful. Only Megatron has smeared that soot on him.

As he does with everything in his life.

His optic shutters again, going dark. “Nothing, really. Does that disappoint you?”

{ @tacticturn // Starscream }

"Your idea of generosity is beyond me"

“Mmmm,” Megatron grumbles, laying out on his underside with his helm pillowed by his forearms. He turns his helm just enough to online one optic at Starscream, a mischievous slit of red in a sea of dull, pitted pewter. “Pray I do not visit my generosity upon you, then, Seeker.”

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“I certainly am pleased, actually.”

With his chin resting cupped in his palm, Megatron grins at Ratchet with every sharpened fang.

“You cannot look at him without sparing a thought for me, can you?”

“If I cannot have happiness, at least I can drag them both kicking and screaming into it by instigating.”

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{ @tacticturn // Starscream }

"Your idea of generosity is beyond me"

“Mmmm,” Megatron grumbles, laying out on his underside with his helm pillowed by his forearms. He turns his helm just enough to online one optic at Starscream, a mischievous slit of red in a sea of dull, pitted pewter. “Pray I do not visit my generosity upon you, then, Seeker.”

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“If I cannot have happiness, at least I can drag them both kicking and screaming into it by instigating.”

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Haha.

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Some shitty doodle turned out quite well

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@silveredwings

Cyd Charisse as Maria Corvier Meet Me in Las Vegas (1956) dir. Roy Rowland

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i want that twink dealt with but not necessarily destroyed as i may have use for his conniving eunuch ways later

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@reservedrestraint

Cat Robot head bumps!

MegaSound is consuming my brain and I can't stop, nobody help me

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Left on his own tonight, his thoughts turn inward. It is not proving to be a particularly fruitful brooding session; nothing inspires him to lift stylus to tablet or brush to canvas or even to go dig his servos into clay, which Megatron often does with great relish these days. His potter’s wheel, co-opted from human design and reproduced on a Cybertronian scale, has seen much use.

Not tonight.

Tonight he lays face down on the berth and thinks of who else but Optimus Prime.

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Megatronus goes to jail for sexual harassment

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💋 -silveredwings

{ @silveredwings }

Starscream.

He watches his Air Commander flutter and strut and twitch about the bridge like the pompous showboat Starscream is from the corner of his visual field. He was a curious mix of traits; at once obliging, even indulgent, and fiercely self-serving and shrewd. Fatally so, at points.

Megatron tips his helm down, optics fallen into shadow and flight-engine rumbling as Starscream makes another circuit. Berating the troops, of course. Snooping. Avoiding his own assignment, of which Megatron can see he’s only typed up one paragraph for a report at Starscream’s abandoned work station.

When the Seeker passes by again, Megatron lashes out a massive gauntlet to grab him by the waist and squeeze, yanking Starscream into his lead-dense field and crushing their mouths together with an abruptness that can in no way be called a ‘kiss’ except that there were two sets of lips involved.

There is blood on his teeth and glossa when he drops Starscream to the floor. Megatron isn’t sure who’s.

“Get back to work.”

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Wouldn’t have thought you’re the type to play with a cube before eating it.

Megatron grins, crouching a bit to offer the still-sealed cube to Jack.

“Careful when you puncture it, it’s pressurized. As to playing with it— the state of my frame is such that it rejects most processed forms of energon. Which is a shame. I enjoyed squareroot ale.”