#Rodistar

[theflavorpurple]

"And I am the idiot with the painted face

In the corner, taking up space

But when he walks in, I am loved, I am loved

Me and my husband

We're doing better

It's always been just him and me

Together"

🧡❤️

rekindling my Starrod au 😋

[cosmics-beings]

i think rodimus would kinda lose it and stat a farm on Cybertron (and he's actually a good farmer), and somehow convince starscream to come with him. so it's like, starsceram is part chancellor part farmer. he doesn't know why the hell he agreed to it, but anything for his sorta crazy, mid life crisis conjunx.

he also convinces drift and ratchet to live on the farm with him. which is a surprise to everyone and drift is like 'fuck yeah we'll come and live on your farm with you'.

ratchet and starscream are just kinda, going back to society and back to the farm where their conjunxes are and it's kinda funny but also cute.

[heliossecretdeskdrawer]

Three's A Crowd

Continuity: IDW1

Rating: Explicit Relationships: Megatron/Rodimus/Starscream, Megatron/Rodimus, Megatron/Starscream, Rodimus/Starscream

Characters: Rodimus, Megatron, Starscream

Warnings: Alternate Universe, Polyamory, Established Relationships, Frottage, Threesomes, Sticky Sexual Interfacing, Light Bondage, Light Dom/Sub, Under-negotiated Kink, Not Beta Red

Summary: In which Rodimus gets more than he bargained for when interrupting an intimate moment.

Crossposting: AO3 | Dreamwidth

Fic under cut. See AO3 for complete notes. Related to: A Bouquet of Firecrackers (AO3)

Rodimus knew what he was doing; that really only added to his culpability in the situation. It underscored the embarrassment that was starting to seep into his spark as he stood there in the doorway to Starscream’s room with his hands faux triumphantly on his hips, spike out and up.

Megatron, on his back on the berth with his wrists lashed to the corners, blinked at him in confusion. Starscream, seated on his legs with his hands out of sight between them, glowered over his shoulder at the intruder.

He had presumably been busy pressing their spikes together before being interrupted but Rodimus couldn’t exactly see through him.

The weight of their shared gaze made Rodimus feel like melting into the floor and disappearing down a storm drain never to be seen again.

He couldn’t even really claim ignorance after overriding the door’s access codes and shouting: “Player three has joined the game.”

There was no coming back from that, let alone also having his spike out for everyone and Primus to see.

He and Starscream had never been friends, barely tolerating each other in the same house solely for the sake of their shared partner. Group, uh, activities had never really been on the table, but… he had heard some fascinating noises from beyond the door just before he’d burst in.

Wrecking the mood like a large red character from Earth media that neither Megatron nor Starscream would recognize. At least he hadn’t said “oh yeah.” One saving grace.

“In case you couldn’t figure it out on your own, Rodimus, this is a private event—“

Rejection.

Though he shouldn’t have been surprised, given that what Starscream’s modus operandi.

“Oh, Starscream, don’t be so selfish.”

Oh. Maybe there was some hope, after all. Good thing he hadn’t put his spike away then.

“That’s rich coming from you.”

Starscream clicked his tongue in aggravation, but the rhythmic bouncing of his elbows meant he had resumed his stroking. Megatron let his head and shoulders fall back to the berth.

Rodimus, however, wasn’t sure if he was being invited or if Starscream was just ignoring what Megatron said. A common enough occurrence in this household.

“Are you going to get up here or not, twerp?”

An invitation then.

Rodimus hurried over and scrambled up onto the berth… only to pause with his leg in the air and his hands on the berth’s edge.

“Where, uh… am I supposed to go?”

His guess about the spike situation had been spot on; Megatron and Starscream were pressed together, with Starscream’s hands mostly wrapping around both shafts. Prefluid seeped out of both spikes with the slow pumping motion. It made his own spike twitch in want at the sight.

But Rodimus wasn’t exactly sure how he was supposed to fit into this picture.

A drop of his own prefluid involuntarily dripped to the berth.

“That’s your problem.”

“Uh, Megs, help me out here—“ His leg was getting tired being held out in the air like this, like he was demonstrating a poorly choreographed kick. His actual kicks were so much cooler.

“Rodimus, you might recall that I’m a little… tied up at the moment.”

“Did you just tell a pun?”

Megatron chuckled, the whole berth jiggling under his weight.

“Who can say.”

Starscream loudly cleared his throat, apparently tired of any banter that didn’t serve his purposes. Rude. He was allowed to talk to Megatron too.

Rodimus stuck his tongue out at him before just plopping himself on top of Megatron’s middle. After some awkward scooting, he ended up straddling hips right above the spike tangle that Starscream had been busying himself with.

The angles would be a little weird, but surely they could make this work.

“Hey, let me just, uh, get in there—“ He tilted his hips forward, lightly tapping his spike against the backs of Starscream’s hands. He probably couldn’t grab all three of them at once; that would be ridiculous, but…

“No.”

Those hands just kept at their work, sliding up and down, the knuckles occasionally brushing the underside of his own spike as it bobbed in the path.

“No? What? You expect me to just watch?”

“Actually, I expect you to go away,” Starscream said, not so much as faltering in his rhythm, “but Megatron insists on indulging you. He’s gone soft.”

“That looks pretty hard to me—“

“That was rhetorical,” Starscream hissed, cutting him off.

Megatron bucked up underneath them, nearly unseating Rodimus whereas Starscream hardly budged other than to shift the posture of his wings for balance. From the motion, Rodimus’s spike smacked into the others, leaving a small lavender smear of his fluid.

Starscream sighed.

“This is why your hands are on timeout—You’re terrible at holding still and can’t keep your hands to yourself.”

Rodimus actually liked that last feature, but maybe now wasn’t the time.

The only way to get anywhere would be to make a bold move of some kind. He stuck his hand around behind Starscream’s forearm, grabbing his spike and stroking upward.

Starscream bristled and squawked, immediately pulling his hands free with all the offense of someone who had just been unceremoniously goosed.

“Let go of me, you—“

“Look, I’ll get your side; you get mine, okay? It’ll be the easiest way with three of us.”

Probably. It would at least sandwich them all together.

Starscream narrowed his optics at Rodimus, full of judgment as usual.

“Please don’t rip my spike off though; I’d like to keep it.”

There was a scoff but a blue hand quickly wrapped around the back of spike, pressing its sensitive underside against Megatron’s in the middle. Rodimus shivered.

“Prove it then.”

“What?” he asked, starting a quick pumping motion with his hand on Starscream’s spike, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

His thumb and fingertips dragged along Megatron’s sizable spike between them, as much as he could reach though that was unfortunately rather limited. His hands weren’t that large, so his palm was mostly taken up by the shaft of the mech who, most days, would rather he disappeared. No wonder Starscream had been using two hands.

If only it wouldn’t in the way of their arms, he’d try it himself. There wasn’t really enough room here for effectively jerking it, so to speak.

“Prove you want to keep it; prove it you actually want it.”

Starscream’s hand squeezed—too hard—to make a point.

“Ow—“ Rodimus winced until the pressure was released. “How am I supposed to do that? Of course I want it.”

“Overload then. If you don’t do it quick enough, you don’t want it and I’ll relieve you of the burden of your spike.”

“Are you serious? You can’t be serious. That’s ridiculous.” Rodimus looked at back over his shoulder. “Megs, is he serious? There’s no way he means that; he can’t mean that. That’s kind of extreme—Doc, you’ll put it back on for me, right?”

Other than softly groaning and arcing up, however, Megatron didn’t intervene. Apparently he was content to let Starscream and Rodimus work this out themselves. Or he knew something Rodimus didn’t, which was entirely possible.

Starscream chuckled and slid his palm up and down, the way eased by their combined prefluid smeared along the smooth interlocking plating. Rodimus wasn’t sure if he ought to be scared or not, but the way those fingertips lingered on the ridge where the head joined the shaft sent shivers up his spine.

He turned his head back around to watch.

“Hurry up; I don’t have all day,” Starscream warned, all while pressing his own hips forward and rutting into Rodimus’s grasp. Of course he would enjoy being in a position of power over someone else—That would explain why Megatron was tied up actually. “Get on with it.”

As if he weren’t the one drawing this out by keeping his hand moving at a teasingly slow pace.

“What’s the rush?”

“If you like using your spike, you’ll hurry up, understand? If you’d rather not, if you’d prefer to use other parts of your array instead, you don’t have to hurry. You won’t need to worry about it.”

The grin he received was cruel, but shallow. Maybe this was some kind of joke. This had to be a joke. It was hard to tell when Starscream was joking and his jokes were usually at someone else’s expense. Was he being punished for interrupting?

Rodimus did, in fact, prefer to use his spike, but… surely Starscream wouldn’t really just rip it off of him if he didn’t overload to the seeker’s liking. That would be insane, absolutely deranged behavior. There was no way—Megatron wouldn’t let him do that, right?

Somehow, despite the unease in his spark, the thought of desperately needing to overload or else made his spike twitch and throb, more fluid beading up in the slit on the head.

“Quickly now, before I get bored.” Starscream hummed to himself, still idly dragging his hand up and down, a stark contrast to his threat.

“Come on,” he pleaded, frantically jerking his own hand up and down on Starscream’s spike as encouragement. “That’s not fair! I can’t just overload on command!”

Starscream groaned, rutting more forcefully against the spike squished between them.

“Then you must not really want to keep it, hm? It sounds like you should be honest with yourself.”

Said a notorious liar.

Not that Starscream’s well-polished hand didn’t feel wonderful, aside from the alleged danger.

“If you don’t want it, I’ll just take it.” He squeezed Rodimus’s spike tightly at the base and gave it slight jerk. For a brief second, even as he moaned, Rodimus feared he had just popped the damn thing off, but thankfully it was just an reiterated threat. “I won’t even charge you for it.”

“Don’t do it—I’ll… Just wait. I’ll overload, I will, but I….”

He just needed time.

He bucked his hips forward, trying to get more stimulation as he rubbed the sensitive underside of his spike against the back of Megatron’s. Tension was beginning to build in the tip of spike, a dangerously fuzzy sensation threatening to radiate downward.

“Are you sure? Better hurry up. Get on with it.”

“You’re the one moving slow!”

“It’s hard my fault if you aren’t enjoying it enough.” Starscream leaned forward, practically in Rodimus’s face as he leaned his free hand on Rodimus’s leg for better leverage. He still thrust roughly up against Megatron’s spike. “You don’t have that much time left to prove you want this. You should take this more seriously.”

Megatron shuddered underneath them, as though he was trying and struggling to hold still while he was all that separated Rodimus and Starscream. He was stuck in the middle between their unmatched, desperate wriggling, but hadn’t yet objected to being caught in a strange jousting contest.

“Hurry!” Starscream hissed against the side of Rodimus’s head, twisting his hand around the tip of the spike in his grasp, wringing a groan from Rodimus’s throat. “Hurry or I’ll—“

The threat never came as they both released, Starscream shouting and Rodimus yelping in surprise.

They were both covered in messy spurts of fluid, but at least the hand that had threatened to remove his spike retreated to a safe distance.

Smirking, Starscream sat upright again, his relaxed wings hanging down behind him.

Ventilating hard, Rodimus flopped backwards against Megatron’s chest, ignoring the muffled grunt as he inadvertently smacked the larger mech in the face with one of the fins of his spoiler.

As his armor pinged from excess heat, he was stuck with a moment of clarity.

“… You were just messing with me the whole time, weren’t you?”

Starscream scoffed, idly stroking the one stiff spike remaining, the one that had been pressed between them.

“Obviously, what good would actually ripping off your spike do? Besides, if there were an actual problem, you should have used the safeword. That’s what you get for interrupting where you weren’t invited, you obnoxious—”

Safeword?

Rodimus leaned up on his elbow.

“Wait, hold on. What safeword?”

“Bah!” Starscream lightly smacked Megatron’s spike. “I would have expected you to have told him the safeword long before now! What have you two been doing all this time? Vanilla lovemaking? You should be ashamed!”

Maybe he should have just taken the embarrassment and left when he had opened the door earlier.

[whitecubememories]

Ladies and Gentlemen! Today on our stage we have a poorly drawn Starscream and Rodimus. We were terribly tired of drawing them. As we understand, transformers are not our level, it’s easier for us to draw people.

The easiest thing to do here was Optimus Prime himself. We see him as a parental figure to Rodimus or Hot Rod. As a couple, we have trouble seeing each other.

If we continue to learn how to draw them, then we will eventually end up with Transformers. The main thing is not to abandon this matter.

See you next week, have a nice day, lovely Ladies and polite Gentlemen!

[transingthoseformers]

I think SG Rodimus and BL Starscream should scissor

[badcane]

redraw from 2021

[starvonnie]

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Major Character Death Category: M/M Fandom: The Transformers (IDW Generation One) Relationships: Rodimus | Rodimus Prime/Thunderclash, Metroplex/Rodimus | Rodimus Prime, Metroplex/Calyhex, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Jetfire | Skyfire/Starscream (Transformers), Starscream/Trypticon (Transformers) Characters: Rodimus | Rodimus Prime, Thunderclash (Transformers), Metroplex (Transformers), Calyhex, Ratchet (Transformers), Springer (Transformers), Blurr (Transformers), Jetfire | Skyfire (Transformers), Starscream (Transformers) Additional Tags: Temporarily Unrequited Love, Unrequited love becomes requited, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Forbidden Love, Cityspeakers (Transformers), Alternate Universe, Love Triangles, more like a love dodecahedron not even im following, Unhealthy Relationships, Codependency, Angst with a Happy Ending, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Conjunx Endurae (Transformers), Masturbation, Racing, Coma, Loss of Virginity, Valve Fingering (Transformers), Valve Oral (Transformers), Sticky Sexual Interfacing (Transformers), Frottage, Flashbacks

Summary: Rodimus knows two things: he loves Metroplex and he hates Thunderclash. Which is why the day he found out that Metroplex is in love with Thunderclash’s titan, Calyhex, was easily the worst day of his life.

[nine-dandelion]

for @tfrarepairing fest 2023, week 1 day 3!

Pairing: Starscream/Rodimus Prime (IDW)

Rating: Mature

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Arguing, Mild Violence, Complicated Relationships, Rivals With Benefits, Feelings, Snacks

Summary:

Starscream doesn't think much of Rodimus Prime. He just wishes that made it easier to use him.

Set in an alternate universe where the Mistress of Flame picks Rodimus to be the incarnation of the Thirteenth Prime.

Length: 4.1k

[cosmicswritings]

Rodistar sparkling time but Rodimus and Starscream's sparklings are actually earthlings, meaning they were born on Earth. Rodimus loves earth and is imbedded in various forms of Earth culture that it was important to him that his sparklings were born on Earth. Of course, that doesn't vibe with Starscream who, during the war, would squash humans in his past time and he doesn't think highly of them and the last thing he wants is for his sparklings to be born on Earth.

Rodimus however, has a plan. When they find out about the first sparkling, Rodimus invites Starscream to Earth just for a while, for some 'political' discussions. He knows how to get Starscream comfortable, how to convince him to stay on Earth longer. Starscream hasn't told anyone save Rodimus, but he does love some of what Earth has to offer. He loves flowers and trees, the Earth sunsets, the feeling of snow in moderation upon his frame, the sound of the water upon the coastline...Rodimus takes Starscream to so many places on Earth to experience these things and for a moment, Starscream forgets he's carrying or at last he pretends to.

He will pout and pretend he hates Earth but he can leave at any moment, he just likes being near Rodimus and he loves seeing Rodimus happy. He's very grateful to Rodimus.

The whole process isn't just an important thing to Starscream and Rodimus because they'll be parents, but it's also important because as a Seeker, Starscream wasn't able to carry at first. Seekers were constructed only to sire, not carry and Starscream always dreamt of only carrying. So he had to have various procedures done in order to be able to carry and Rodimus was with him all the way, even before they were officially together. When everything worked out well, after years of trying and surgeries, Rodimus and Starscream were together, and he was quick to ask to be Starscream's sire. That means a lot to Starscream, the whole process was difficult for him and Rodimus was unrelenting in his support of Starscream.

So long story short, if Rodimus wants all his children to be Earthlings, then Starscream is going to suck it up and make sure they're Earthlings.

[ihatebrainstorm]

What is there at the end of time besides flickering stars and dying light?

[decepti-thots]

Rodimus: -so now instead of cash everyone gets paid in rodistars, it's an incredible opportunity I'm giving them to get in on the ground floor

Ultra magnus: you- you cant do that-

the important thing here is, i think, that magnus definitely understands crypto. he understands every single reason why it is dumb. he is agonizingly attempting to explain this in tedious detail to rodimus. rodimus just minted an NFT of his half of the matrix. or maybe a... photo of it? he's. not sure. SHUT UP MAGNUS he's BUSY

[theflavorpurple]

did you guys know i was like on this HUGE starrod brainrot- I NEED MORE OF THEM

seriously tho i even wrote a short fic for them cuz they rotted my brain and turned it in as hw

[cosmics-beings]

i think it would be interesting for magnus/minumus and starscream to become friends through rodimus. they are both with rodimus and he loves both of them dearly, and shows them. magnus doesn't need much convincing, but starscream gets insecure. he'll never make rodimus feel guilty or bad he just knows he isn't like magnus or doesn't give rodimus the same feeling that magnus does, and sometimes fears that rodimus will leave him.

rodimus isn't leaving any of them but he wants them to be friends. it's awkward at first, because starscream thinks minimus is a cat fish, but they actually do end up becoming close friends. just friends. but minimus becomes a strong political ally to starscream, he actually teaches starscream how to exist in upper class cybertronian society and blend in with the elites. as a cold construct and someone who wasn't born into wealth starscream isn't always accepted by elite society even if he is the chancellor. most of elite cybertronian society thinks starscream below them, and doesn't think that he has the right to actually be in a high position.

with minimus as his ally he's unstoppable. so they become friends, i can't quite explain it but minumus is like a father figure to stascream.

and rodimus is happy that his rich manly mech husband and his pretty airplane mech wife are getting along.

[soundwavereporting]

How about... hm... rather than picking anything inherently obvious, how about some RodiStar for the ship bingo?

ship bingo

I don't think I'd heard of this pairing before today but I am willing to be Persuaded.

[whitecubememories]

Ladies and Gentlemen! Today we have my drawings on stage! Meet the first to perform! Starscream from the Unicron Trilogy. Our friend loves him very much, and we wanted to please him and draw him, he turned out to be plush. But he still liked it.

!AND WE WARN YOU, WE ARE CRYING AND GRUMMING BELOW IN THE POST!

Our second picture is a drum roll. An attempt to draw a couple that has been hanging around with us for several days, Starscream and Rodimus Prime!

We understand that some people may not like this pairing, and we regret that we showed it to you. It’s just that Rodimus is starting to do so well for us that it’s simply impossible to share!

Although this is not a finished drawing...

We often see how in the humanization of a bot they make it, mmm, completely negative in its characteristics, that is, complete, change the color of its skin, add something else to it, no, no, we don’t want to hurt or offend anyone with this, it's just that it's strange.. Like Megatron, in the Lost Light comics or in More Than Meets the Eye, we were shown him as a person, but.. even if those authors saw him, we're just wondering why they change him like that? Is this a fashion, or just head canons, or just fooling around, we don’t know, but it unnerves and pushes some authors away. And we are very sorry that this pushes us away, we ask for forgiveness. And we seem to be sad about this, but at the same time, if you think about it. If their original versions and humanization met, the original would not recognize itself and would simply Pew and kill them.

Well, it's true.

And also, a character from the game Creatures of Sonaria! Koratos or Kora! When my friend and I played, we often died and were afraid of Cora.

And here’s my friend’s OS, which we drew out of boredom.

[transingthoseformers]

https://www.tumblr.com/transingthoseformers/742585340974563328/really-feeling-various-fakearrangedpolitical?source=share

This reminds me of a roadstar post with this premise

But it was anguish because Star was the one who fell in love first, but Rodimus didn't respond for a long time.

Ooo? I haven't read many rodistar fics, a few but not many, and that sounds like it hurts