#✨✨Screamer ✨✨

[monstertreden]

I forgot to post this idiot here too 😭

[thegrinningghost]

“A loser, but just maybe if we eat shit together, things will end up differently.”

[zeropro]

Did his bros ever manage to get Screamer to get some sleep? Did they have to bribe him with something? Or practically hold him down until he gave in?

I don't think they were successful, Starscream mainly sleeps at his desk (unintentionally).

Ah, but what the heck, I can force Starscream to go to bed with his trine uwu ✨

[reference to this post]

[haihoneys]

Pool Party Fun Times

Summary: San is getting really tired of this cat-and-mouse game he’s been playing with Y/N. Little does he know, she’s fed up too. What’s going to happen when they each decide they’re going to make a move at their mutual friend’s pool party?

Word Count: 3,763

Pairing: Choi San x Fem!Reader

Warnings: smut - reader is a ✨screamer✨, mention of blood (bitten lip), barely proofread (im defs high editing this oops), unprotected sex (pls be smart)

A/N: this is set in the same universe as If The Heavens Ever Did Speak and Afternoon Delight. you don’t have to read those to read this, though!! just thought i would mention it hehe. if you wanna get really specific… it actually happens the same day as Afternoon Delight… its the same party 👀

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The first time they met, San found himself drawn to her. She just had this magnetism about her that seemed to always keep him in her orbit. From the second Yeosang, a long-time friend of her’s apparently, introduced them to one another at a listening party San was just…enamored. She was all twinkling eyes and bright smiles, fluttering lashes and breathy laughs. 

Since then, she’d been popping up randomly in his world.

Two days after the listening party, they ran into each other at a cafe. A week after that, he was picking up some takeout from his favorite chicken place and all but ran into her as she was leaving the same restaurant. The very next day, as he was leaving the dance practice, he saw her from across the street as she was exiting a cab. 

San smiled, eyes crinkling at the corners as he laughed and called her name. Y/N whipped around, shock coloring her features as she searched for the stranger calling for her. He jogged across the street, huffing another chuckle as he stopped before her. 

“We really need to stop running into each other like this.”

She laughed and nodded her agreement, reaching out a hand to rest on his bicep.  

The gentle touch had him biting down on the inside of his cheeks to keep from sighing and leaning closer to her.

“Yeah, we definitely do,” she smiled up at him, and to his horror, she pulled her hand away to hoist her bag up higher on her shoulder. “I actually have a meeting I need to get to. But, here, let me see your phone?”

San immediately started fumbling for his phone, patting at his pockets until he found the device. He unlocked it before placing it in her waiting palm. Y/n pulled out her own phone, swiping until she open… Snapchat… of all things and opened up her profile to show the qr code. She found the same app on his phone and opened it up, scanning the code to add her as a ‘friend.’ 

She made a satisfied little hmph sound as she locked his phone and handed it back to him. “Ooh, the request came through! Let me accept it before I head to my meeting.”

And they had been dancing around each other ever since, skirting just on the edge of flirting.

A shirtless, post-workout gym selfie from San. A shot of her legs in a bubble bath in response. 

A reply to his story complimenting his new haircut. A little video showing off said haircut as he thanked her.

Nothing too overt, but at the same time… it wasn’t just nothing.

They were both aware of the mutual attraction, of the suggestiveness of some of their photos and messages. But neither of them were making any real moves towards the other.

That is, until they were thrown into a group chat together with all their friends and invited to a pool party to celebrate the start of the summer.

Their phones pinged at the same time from opposite sides of the city: Y/N tucked into her cozy apartment and San in the back of an SUV on his way back to the dorms from the studio.

That was it. That was the opportunity they needed. This party would be the perfect time to make a move.

Of course, both of them choked when the day came. Offering up only shy hellos and timid waves when they saw each other.

In San’s defense though, she just looked too fucking good. When he saw her in the low-cut summer dress, nipples poking through the thin fabric, he had to excuse himself to the bathroom to adjust his semi-hard cock in his jeans.

He spent the rest of the afternoon making eyes at her from across the pool deck, not bothering to hide the fact or even deny it when Wooyoung giggled about it.

And she was sending those looks right back to him! He swore she was fluttering her long eyelashes at him, too. And maybe he started to think about how she would look up at him when she was on her knees for him… about how she’d take him down her throat and - 

A beach ball came soaring across the deck and smacked him on the forehead. He stood there, a bit dazed, as he snapped out of his thoughts.

Wooyoung was doubled over, laughing so hard he was near tears, trying to choke out an apology. San huffed and rolled his eyes, picking the pool toy up and hurling it back at Wooyoung.

San smiled at the dull thwack! as it made contact with the side of his head.

“Ow!” Wooyoung gasped, hand flying to rub at his head. “No way it hit you that hard!” 

“Serves you right, brat,” San shrugged. Honestly, it was probably for the best with the way his thoughts were spiraling just seconds ago. 

San eventually found himself behind the outdoor bar, playing bartender much to the delight of his friends. Yunho and Mingi’s cheering for him caught Y/N’s attention from across the deck, her focus pulling away from the boys’ makeup artist to land on the rowdy trio. 

She excused herself at the first lull in the conversation, claiming she needed another drink despite the nearly full seltzer she was nursing, and seated herself at the far end of the bar. 

San turned toward her, leaning back against the counter behind him as he tossed the towel he was using to dry his hands over his shoulder. He crosses his thick arms and Y/N’s eyes locked in on the corded muscles and she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t thinking about him pinning her down and - 

“What can I getcha miss?”

His question brought her back to reality, her cheeks and ears heating as he stared her down.

‘He knows’ she thought ‘he absolutely, 100% knows that I was just thinking about him pinning me to the bed upstairs.’ 

“Um,” she stuttered, suddenly nervous under the weight of his intense gaze. “Surprise me.” 

The left corner of his mouth tugged into a smirk as he uncrossed his arms and turned away from her. He began pouring various mixers and liquors into a shaker before slapping the top on and shaking the concoction. Y/N watched him and nearly moaned at the way the toned muscles in his shoulders and back flexed and moved under his white t-shirt as he went about the task. 

Yeosang just so happened to pass behind her and reached up to tug on a lock of her hair to get her attention. Y/N hummed, barely acknowledging her friend, and Yeosang chuckled under his breath.

“Close your mouth. You’re starting to drool,” he teased before walking off again. 

Y/N swatted at him as he went, mumbling for him to hush because she was busy watching a ‘show.’ 

San scooped some ice into a glass and poured the mixture over it, making a show of licking the fingers of his right hand as he slid her the drink with his left. He leaned forward onto the bar, and the muscles of his arms shifted again. He noted Y/N’s eyes following his movements, and he smirked.

“Let me know what you think.”

“I’m sure it’ll be great.” She reached for the glass, making sure to just barely brush the tips of her fingers against his forearm as she did. She kept her eyes locked on his as she brought the glass to her lips and took a sip.

“I bet it’ll be the best you’ve ever had.” 

Y/N choked and spluttered on her drink, the heat returning to her cheeks. She looked up at him when she finally caught her breath, ready to spew something about how the drink had just gone down the wrong way. But when her eyes locked on his face again he was giving her the biggest shit eating grin and something clicked into place.

She realized he had been torturing her on purpose. Well, two could play at that game, she supposed. 

She leaned forward onto the bar, purposefully crossing her arms under her tits so they were pushed up practically in his face. She gave herself an extra point in their little game when she noticed his eyes dip down to her cleavage. He flicked his eyes back up to meet hers, his mouth opening to say something clever, to try to fluster her again. So she beat him to the punch.

“Hmm.. I bet I could top it.”

San cocked an eyebrow and grinned at her. “Is that so?” 

Y/N hummed in affirmation and took another sip of her drink. This time, she had to bite back her cringe as the alcohol actually made contact with her taste buds. It was atrocious; nail polish remover probably would have gone down smoother than the literal poison he had given her.

But she smiled, her best attempt at coy, and slid off the bar stool without another word, making sure to put a little emphasis in the sway of her hips as she made her way to the sliding door that led directly into the sunroom of the house. 

It was one of those cliche-as-fuck moments where San thought “damn I hate to see her go, but I love to watch her leave”. 

He was still leaned over the bar, trying to give her at least a few minutes of a head start so everyone still gathered around the pool and bar wouldn't immediately know what they were about to get up to.

The last shred of his willpower flew out the window, though, when she made it to the door and looked over her shoulder at him. She grinned like she knew she had him in the palm of her hand.

And to be fair, she did. 

San pushed off the bar and, as casually as he could, walked towards the door she’d just disappeared through. He found her in the sunroom leaning against the sideboard that was pressed directly under the window, back to the door as she played on her phone.

He stepped behind her and wrapped an arm around her from behind, one hand splaying across her lower tummy as she discarded her phone. San leaned in and moved the hair from her neck and shoulder before leaning in and pressing a kiss just beneath her ear. 

“You thought you were cute out there, huh?”

She could feel the smirk he pressed into the skin of her neck, and then all of the bravado she had worked up was suddenly gone as she practically melted into his touch.

“Bet you thought you had the upper hand all day…Just flouncing around in this flimsy little dress.”

His hands started to wander, leaving goosebumps in their wake as they slid from her hips, up her abdomen to cup and squeeze at her tits. “Not wearing a fucking bra… bet you aren’t wearing panties either, are you?” San laughs, and it’s a sardonic, almost cruel sound.

He pinched at one of her nipples and involuntarily bucked into her when she whimpered and arched into his touch. He slid a hand up further so he could grasp her neck, turning her head towards him just a bit so he could see her pretty face. 

“What if I’m not?” She was breathless as she said it, the anticipation, the want, evident in her tone.

She was clenching her thighs together, trying for any sort of friction, for any sort of relief. San laughed again and dropped the hand that was still on her chest back to her hip. He started to grab and bunch the fabric there, hiking her dress up just enough to slip his hand under the hem.

Y/N whimpered as his fingers brushed over her thighs, tracing shapes and patterns so close yet so far from where she truly wanted him. She was ready to beg for it, the plea on the tip of her tongue when he finally, blessedly moved his hand between her thighs and slid his fingers through her folds. 

He pulled his hand away and held it up in front of their faces, the setting sun shining through the window and reflecting off the sticky wetness on his fingers. 

“You’re being a tease,” she breathed out, chest heaving. 

San laughed and Y/N was beginning to hate the sound and how it made her pussy clench and ache for him. She turned in his grip and watched as he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean.

He groaned at the taste of her. He was going to spend a long, long time between her thighs. He wanted to fucking drink her and all she had to give him. 

Then he was kissing her, hands in the hair at the base of her skull and pulling just hard enough to guide her where he wanted her. She could still taste herself on his tongue and it was driving her fucking insane, her head swimming.

The primal urge to tear into each other was palpable. The kiss was all clashing teeth and bitten lips, wet and sticky with spit and a bit of blood from a bite that was just a bit too hard. San pulled away a fraction, his pupils blown wide as he stared her down. 

Y/N zoned in on the drop of blood on his lip and gasped. “Fuck! I’m so sorry…oh my god… I didn’t realize I was going that crazy.”

She was speaking a mile a minute, rambling and apologizing profusely, and San cut her off with another searing kiss. 

“What’s pleasure without a bit of pain?” He walked them backwards as he said it, his hands still tangled in her hair.

He eased them down onto the daybed at the back of the room, pulling her into his lap and rucking her dress back up around her hips so she could straddle him.

“You okay?” He asked, wanting to keep her comfort at the top of his priorities. 

“God, yes,” she breathed out and went back in for another kiss, licking into his mouth like she wanted to imprint the taste of him in her own mouth. Y/N started grinding down onto him, the fly of his jeans and the hardness of his cock providing the most delicious friction against her clit.

He moaned into her mouth, strong hands on her hips, dragging her back and forth over his lap until she was whimpering and whining for him. San kissed at the corner of her mouth and murmured to her, “You gonna cum for me? Gonna cum just from humping me like this, baby?” 

She whined and nodded her head frantically, her voice fully gone, the pressure building and building in her lower belly until her toes were curling and stars were bursting behind her eyelids. San hummed below her, hands still pushing and pulling at her as she started to writhe above him, riding out her high.

San watched her, in rapture, as she lost herself to the pleasure. He wanted to burn the sight into the backs of his eyelids so he could conjure it up the next time he found himself alone and wanting.

“I need you inside me right now or I might fucking die.”

That might be the hottest thing he’d ever heard. 

She lifted herself onto her knees - there was just enough space between them to allow her to fumble with his pants and help him shimmy them down his thick thighs. She almost started salivating at the sight of his cock slapping up against his abdomen, heavy and swollen and already leaking precum. 

“Can’t have that now, can we?” He tried to joke, but his laugh was cut off by a guttural groan as she sank down onto him. The wet, molten heat of her might just be heaven, his own personal nirvana. He honestly thought he could live there, buried to the hilt in her pretty little cunt.

Then she started rocking against him and moaning his name, and San nearly came undone at the sound. He gripped at her hips, fingers pressing marks that would surely turn to bruises, and picked her up just enough to give him room to fuck up into her.

The angle was damn near perfect, she could feel every ridge and vein of him, could feel the tip of his cock kissing against her cervix. Her head fell back as she moaned at a particularly well-placed thrust, leaving her throat exposed to him. And San took full advantage of it.

He leaned forward and attached his lips to the juncture of her neck and shoulder. Biting down until she whined - he was starting to think that high-pitched, needy little noise was going to become one of his favorite sounds - before he laved over the quickly reddening mark with his tongue to soothe the sting of pain. 

She was clawing at his arms and shoulders, nails raking down his skin, and he hissed at the sharp bite of it. But he loved it. Loved that she was marking him up, putting her claim on him in such a visible way. Just as he had done to her. 

Suddenly, he was flipping them, and she squealed, arms flying up to wrap around his neck. San never lost his momentum though, fucking into her with even more force thanks to the new angle and leverage. He buried his face in her neck, kissing and sucking new marks onto the column of her throat.

“Fuckkkk,” he groaned into her, pressing the curse into her skin between the kisses, “you feel so fucking good.” 

Words were lost to her at that point; her eyes rolled back in her head as he slammed into her over and over again. She was whimpering and keening beneath him, her hands tangled in and tugging at his hair as he kept pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

San slipped his own hand between them, effortlessly finding her swollen clit. It was a bit clumsy at first, but he steadied himself quickly, drawing tight little circles over her. He sped up his thrusts, and the force of it had them sliding over the edge of the bed.

He was somehow clear-headed enough to thank god that the daybed was low. Practically just cushions on the floor already, so neither of them ended up hurt when they fully slid to the floor.

Y/N didn’t even seem to notice the shift, pupils blown wide, and cheeks flushed. She looked so fucked out that he thought he might could cum just from the look on her face. From knowing that it was him that put that look there. He set back to rubbing at her clit, determined to make her cum again.

“Can you cum for me again, baby? I need you to cum for me… c’mon and give it to me, yeah?

She didn’t need words to answer him, her body taking over and doing it for her as her pussy clamped down so tight around him that he couldn’t fucking move.

The blinding ecstasy ripped through her, and she screamed his name as her vision fully whited out. She was clinging to him like she might slip away from the earth if he wasn’t there tethering her to it, arms thrown around his shoulders and legs hooked over his hips.

San slapped a hand over her mouth, torn between relishing in the fact that he was the one making her scream like that and being worried about everyone just on the other side of the window being able to hear them. 

He swore to himself that next time, he would make sure they were fully alone. That they had all the privacy they needed so she could be as loud as she wanted. So he would be able to hear all those pretty sounds at full volume.

San knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, the fluttering of her cunt around him and the muffled whines she was making from behind his hand were sending him barreling towards his own climax.

He quickly pulled out, sitting back on his calves, his hand flew over his cock as he gave himself a few pumps. San moaned as he came, hot ropes of cum spilling onto her lower belly. 

She was still trembling through her aftershocks as she hummed and brought her fingers to the mess, swirled them around before bringing them to her lips and licking them clean. The menace made sure to keep her gaze locked on his as she did it, moaning at the taste of him as he watched her slack-jawed.

“Didn’t think it was fair that you got to taste me and I didn’t get to taste you.”

San snorted as he rolled to the side of her, flinging his arm over his face. “Keep looking at me like that and saying shit like that and you’ll definitely be tasting me soon.”

Y/N laughed, and it had him giggling in turn. San wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her into his side, pressing soft kisses to her temple. They gave themselves a few moments to fully catch their breaths before they decided they should clean up and head back out to the party before their friends came looking for them.

He needed to find her something clean to wear and offer to have her dress dry cleaned. He told her as much, but she waved him off, telling him not to worry about it. 

San leaned against the doorframe and watched as she tried her best to tame her hair into something remotely presentable. 

“By the way,” he started, “You’re really loud. I was sure someone was going to come in here thinking I was killing you or something.”

Y/N flushed and looked away from him, embarrassed that he had brought it up after the fact. “Sorry… I get so caught up I can’t really help it…”

San paused, head tilting to the side and grinning softly at her.

“I never said it was a bad thing. Or that I didn’t like it. In fact,” He took a step forward, just close enough to be able to settle a hand on her hip, the other cupping her cheek. “I plan on hearing those sounds again. And seeing just how loud you can get."

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 @life-is-a-game-of-thrones

[koyoriin]

I had the honour of being the character designer for the upcoming racing game Screamer!

Check out the reveal trailer here ✨: https://youtu.be/8ohDOlboyZg

Wishlist on Steam: https://store.steampowered.com/app/2814990/Screamer/

[birdsandcake]

Happy holidays everyone!!! Have a festive Screamer ❤️💚✨

[503week]

[Image ID: Illustrated banner featuring Edward Elric and Winry Rockbell from Fullmetal Alchemist. Their wistfully smiling portraits are positioned on either side of the text that reads "503 WEEK May 1 - May 5"]

⚙️💛 503 WEEK IS COMING 💛⚙️

From May 1st to 5th, we’re celebrating the ultimate slow-burn, wrench-throwing, automail-loving ship: Edward Elric x Winry Rockbell 🛠️✨

Whether you’re here for the fluff, the angst, the canon crumbs, or the sweet emotional damage, this is your time to shine. Because nothing says “I love you” like delicate wrench violence and years of unresolved tension. 💥🔧

Artists, writers, meme lords, screamers — everyone’s welcome!

We'll have daily prompts and a whole lot of EdWin feelings. Here’s the lineup:

• May 1 – Altar • May 2 – Ignite • May 3 – Simplicity (or OP's choice) • May 4 – Dreams • May 5 – Ghosts

Use #503Week to tag your posts so we can all cry, scream, and spiral together 💛

Rules and guidelines under the cut ↩️

EdWin is the focus. Other characters can appear, but the main spotlight should stay on Edward and Winry.

Prompts are flexible. Interpret them however you like! Any FMA universe is welcome — manga, anime (03 or Brotherhood), movies, light novels, games, AUs, all fair game.

Late entries? No problem! Life happens. Post when you can — we'll still cheer you on.

Original content only. Fanfiction, fanart, gifs, edits, animatics — yes! But it must be your own work. No AI-generated content, reposts, or stolen works, please.

Keep it SFW. This is a safe-for-work event. NSFW or explicit content won’t be reblogged.

[themostrussianvodka]

Ya know what, fuck it. BOOM ✨art(?)✨

Why does Screamer get a Mochibot and I don't (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ )

The hoes on Twitter did NOT like this one

[glitchgh0sty]

Soo, it is said that art comes is all mediums right?? *deliberate pause..* Great! Where my crochet nerds at!? 👏😂

I am now the proud owner of a homemade Screamer and he demanded that I dedicate a little showcase to him,,

Enjoy 😌🙌

Extra crafting fuel [sneak peak], *insert here* <33

See the vision. 👀👀

Understand the vision. 🧐🤌

Anticipate the vision. 😌🙌

Know that I might mess up the vision. ✌️-u- ✨

[tf-bigbang]

It's time to share the statistics from our first ever Reverse Mini-Bang! This time, we’re choosing to highlight all of the fantastic art that inspired our writers to create a flood of amazing fics.

Notes for the 2024 stats: ● As always, every comic page was counted as an individual artwork. It’s a whole specialized skill set to plan those out! ● The usual suspects (OP, Megs, Soundwave, Ratchet, and the lovely Screamer) once again take the cake for appearing in a lot of fics. This year though, our artists shone the spotlight on characters that often don’t get to take centre stage. Names on the graphic were randomly picked, but there was no shortage of rare candidates. ● It may have been a Mini-Bang, but everyone came prepared for the challenge! Once again, both our art count and fic word count were well over the expected totals. ● Aster and Blurr had a rough few months 😂 Sign-ups for this year’s regular Big Bang open February 1st! We hope to see you then ✨

[marmotish]

Freyja in Goblet of Fire AU

Had returned from a mission to report to Moody. Discovered he had gone missing.

No one knows where he disappeared off to, but it’s okay. He does this.

Freyja knows he does this too, but maybe its because she had knocked over an old picture frame of her during her first year, one she shared with Rowan, that she couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was wrong.

So she tries to distract herself with work. Somehow unrelated reports start to connect, and she gains a theory that supposedly retired and formally arrested death eaters were gathering, but for what? Why?

She learns from Chester who finally figured out where Mad-Eye Moody was: Hogwarts. Which was kind of weird because even when he takes on roles like this, he’s always making sure he’s up to date with missions and giving counsel, but he’s been very quiet and unresponsive while in Hogwarts.

Anyway, there is also a triwizard tournament happening, but Freyja still needs to talk to Moody, or if no other option, Cornelius Fudge. These reoccurring reports couldn’t be hand-waved.

She and Chester go to Hogwarts, him chatting about his younger brother Rodger.

No one is at the school? Of course they aren’t. The talking paintings point them in the direction of the maze.

At this point, Freyja feels sick to her stomach. Something was REALLY wrong. She didn’t know what, but more dots are starting to connect as she and Chester hurry towards the gigantic maze within the quidditch pitch.

They manage to get inside, and meet Fudge. Fudge waves Freyja off, insisting that she was working too much when she tries to talk to him.

Rodger spots Chester and rushes over to greet his brother.

Bill and Charlie suddenly flag her, surprised and pleased to see her again, and she finds herself near Arthur Weasley and his friend Amos Diggory. She’s too distracted, desperately looking for Moody. She finally spots him in the crowd and tries to wave him dow—huh? Why was he skulking awa—

FLASH!!

The crowd goes wild as the winners of the triwizard tournament pop out of the maze via a portkey.

The band is playing. Everyone is excited. Freyja’s a bit overwhelmed, but maybe she had been overworking herself and overthinking things and should rela—

A piercing scream of horror cuts through the celebration.

Freyja and Chester immediately race down towards the screamer, a Beauxbaton girl, and see what she had seen before the professors and ministers started gathering.

Two boys holding onto—no.

One boy holding the portkey and prize in one hand. The other hand holding the body of another boy.

Cedric Diggory.

Freyja had only met the young hufflepuff boy in passing at best when she had still been in Hogwarts. However, she is suddenly recalling the then younger boy’s bright and warm smile, trying and failing to recognize him in the vacant, haunted expression of the corpse of one who was older, yet still felt impossibly young.

She sees Rowan in place of him for a moment.

She vaguely hears the boy who lived sob as he tells Dumbledore “He’s BACK! HE’s back!!”

She doesn’t need to hear the name to know who HE is.

She needs to find Mad-Eye—no. First she and Chester needed to—

“Let me through! LET ME THROUGH!!!!”

Amos Diggory rushes past her, and she weakly connects his surname to that of Cedric’s before he screams for his son.

His boy.

Freyja finds herself back in the forbidden forest. She hears someone scream Rowan’s name even though she would never hear them again.

Was it Merula or Ben Crying?

She couldn’t tell.

She couldn’t hear.

She couldn’t see.

No…no…no…..

Chester suddenly holds her.

Freyja numbly realized SHE was crying.

She closed her eyes, all the world still and quiet…even if just for a moment of peace within this new nightmare.

I had to draw this little piece inspired by your ask because ✨a n g s t✨

[nuefass]

LOL poor kitty getting exposed to starscream kitty

😍 Plump Screamer pussy… a staple of my platforms… that thing’s never going away. I might focus on other bots at times for comms or to give you guys some extra spice from time to time, but plump Starscream puss will forever be something I feed to y’all

Potentially~ I don’t like the artwork of TFA but I never said TFA was off-limits 😉✨(I had a style experiment with TFA on my Patreon and a lot of fellas liked it so you guys actually might get some TFA content from me) side note why the fuck is TFA jazz so yummy

^ Starscream and Soundwave having devious thoughts (cannon event)

only if soundwave is pregnant with tech pup #12

[weirdlookingsnakewithlegs]

✨Trauma time ✨I think Sky/jetfire and Skywarp should be killed in the most horrific way possible think like skybound type sht just to get brought back to life by Megatron using dark energon or whatever he was using in TFP just to fck with Screamer and TC and keep them in line >:D

This reads s/o doomed by the narrative, all four of these babies are being mentally and physically destroyed. Also depending how they died, for example say Skywarp was torn apart for his warp drive, his frame probably looks off. Borderline Mandela Catalogue type stuff.

I feel like at that point TC and Star, while still attempting to keep a hold on Skyfire and Skywarp, as desperately clinging to each other for some sort of comfort, as small as it is and as fragile their relationship would probably be. Though, considering what Megatron has done and considering they can’t change the past, it would probably be enough for Thundercracker to start taking Starscream’s coups seriously.

[endermiss1000]

Get peer reviewed

I just bought the Transformers TTRPG, and it came with a bunch of bonus material, including 'things you can do with Starscream'

and

one of the 24 premade plothooks is just 'he can get married'

this is official material. they know.

OH MY GOD???????

[welcometomybraincomics]

I discovered Shockstar today, thus making Baby Fever!Decepticon High Command's relations even funnier

I keep accidentally tripping over potential ships and I'm dying XDXDXXDXD

We've got:

Not-Wavewave: Shockwave keeps using Soundwave for inspiration and made a child with Soundwave's CNA (Soundwave has no fucking idea why Shockwave's so interested in him, he just wants to be left alone to be broody and mysterious, please-)

Not-Shockstar: Starscream collaborates with Shockwave for the creation and raising of some several thousand newbuilds who all look nearly identical to Screamer (Starscream volunteered his likeness out of ego and may or may not acknowledge the new builds as his children. He cares about them through the magical power of ✨possession✨)

Not-Jazzwave: The afformentioned Soundwave child is actually a Jazzwave child, only Jazz has no fucking idea and neither did Soundwave until Shockwave emerged from his lab with a child in tow one day

XDXDXDXDXD

Shockwave's just like: I will feed my baby fever if it's the last thing I do!

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[miegoweek]

⚖️🤎Miego Week 2025 ��� That’s a Wrap! ❤️☕

And just like that… Miego Week has come to a close.

Seven days of fanworks, feels, and falling in love with them all over again — thank you all so much for making it beautiful!

To every writer, artist, meta-thinker, playlist-maker, reblogger, tag-screamer and silent supporter: you made this week feel like something special. From soft moments to sharp wit, longing looks to courtroom fire — your love for Mia and Diego shone through! :)

✨ But don’t worry — late posts are always welcome! The AO3 collection will stay open, and we’ll keep cheering for every new addition, as well as reblogging them, of course!

Thank you for celebrating them with us. See you next time! ���☕