thecocodrille

[thecocodrille]

part 1 (part 3 soon)

I been wanting to draw this part for ages is MY FAVORITE AND YOU ALL NEED TO READ THIS FIC by @mamzellesouris

[thecocodrille]

One of my favorite chapters in the whole fic of “another deception” by @mamzellesouris

Part 1 (part 2 coming soon, go read the fic people DO IT NOW)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15857274/chapters/44343103

[thecocodrille]

Ok I’m crying now

C... can we have some angst Skystar contents?

Skyfire and Starscream meet once a month on a remote Island. Skyfire is late. Starscream is...

Skyfire twisted in the air, taking sharp left and right turns in an attempt to rid himself of the Autobot's party favors still clinging to his frame. He could do nothing about the luminescent green streaks that had been painted down his legs, but he at least wanted the party streamers gone before arriving at the rendezvous point.

The glitter splashed across his chassis was a lost cause.

It sparkled yellow and silver on the underside of his alt, matching the stars that twinkled above. It was a beautiful night. The kind that caused Skyfire to lazily loop in the air and for his spark to swell with whimsical delight.

His chosen flight path had seen no other traveler but himself. The route led him over a gorgeous blue ocean with shallow waves that shielded unexplored depths. Cautiously, he lowered his altitude, bringing him closer to the water’s surface, hoping to see any of its remarkable inhabitants.

Only the shuttle’s glittering and green-glowing image reflected back.

Detecting no immediate signs of life, Skyfire considered lowering himself further to take a dip in the cold water but quickly dismissed the idea. It might not have worked to clear him of the glitter, and even if it had, he didn’t know what effect it would have on the ocean’s ecosystem.

He kept his altitude low due to the rendezvous point, a tiny island with few trees and no permanent animal inhabitants. The only frequent visitors to the island were the passing bird, himself, and the mech he flew to meet. It resembled more a short, rocky cliff surrounded by a small beach than what one would typically associate with an ocean island.

It was perfect. His and Starscream’s own little oasis away from the war.

Of course, even so far from its fighters Skyfire could never forget the war’s effects, not with nullrays welded high on Starscream’s shoulders or the purple decals that adorned his wings. Or the red badge over his own chassis.

They never discussed the war or Starscream's role in it when they met. The seeker would often discuss at length any of the nonlethal experiments he was conducting, and Skyfire would explain his latest organic interest. They compared theories. They debated methodology. One time, Starscream had laughed. Not his usual cynical snicker or mocking cackle, but a real, joyful laugh that had sent him sprawling onto the sand and clutching his waist.

Their meet-ups reminded him of their days at the academy. He had no idea why Starscream had suggested them all those months ago. He was too scared their fragile truce would end if he did.

The island fast approaching, Skyfire transformed into root-mode, landing on its sandy shore as gracefully as a hundred-ton shuttle could. He turned his helm in search of the seeker, frowning when Starscream’s frame wasn’t immediately visible.

Their meetups were tightly scheduled affairs and Skyfire was late. Very late. Breems before it was meant to end late. Had the seeker left early?

Vocals raised, he announced his arrival, "Starscream? I'm here. Sorry I'm late, but I brought you engex. The purple blend, I know you—"

His vents caught in his throat.

An ethereal beauty silhouetted by the moon and draped in shadow. Starscream was a vision Skyfire never wanted to look away from. Before the war, Skyfire would have freely admitted to admiring his old partner's frame. Now he waited for the day he no longer had to conceal those once freely expressed admirations.

With a smile so wide it pulled the metal of his faceplate taught, he called out, “Starscream! I’m sorry I’m late, but I brought…”

His words died on his glossa, and his steps slowed to a complete stop. Blue optics blew wide, a chill freezing his frame and the spark within. As he had strode closer, more of the seeker’s frame had been revealed from behind the moon’s shroud.

“Starscream…what happened to you?”

The seeker’s frame was visibly, brutally battered. His canopy was cracked, an almost perfect circle shattered at its center; it looked like a fist had gone through it. Dents and fractures covered Starscream's upper arms, and one of his wings had been bent backward at the tip. A single optic was shuttered closed, and the metal surrounding it darkened as energon swelled underneath to aid self-repair systems. One of the seeker’s pedes held the deepest dents of all, disturbingly in the shape of a servo print. The knee cover on the same leg appeared lower than its opposite, with visible strained wires showing from beneath white armor. Almost like someone had tried to rip—

Starscream leaped from his perch, landing on one pede onto the sand below. The damaged leg remained raised slightly behind the seeker.

The mech chuckled, “Just ran into a nasty bit of…something nasty.”

A single crimson optic roved appraisingly over his frame. “And what of you? It seems Autobot life has been kind to you. Why, you’re practically glowing.” Then Starscream’s optic widened, and he placed a servo over his mouth, wings shaking with what appeared to be laughter. But it couldn’t be.

Starscream uncovered his mouth, waving a servo out toward Skyfire. “Practically? I meant literally—I adore what you’ve done with your legs. Very bioluminescence of you. Fitting, I know you’ve taken an interest in the phenomenon as part of your research.”

Skyfire had. He had, and he'd told Starscream during one of their earliest clandestine meetings about his deep-sea creature fascination. The seeker had flicked his wings in that dismissive way of his, and Skyfire had proceeded to change the topic to something he thought the other scientist would enjoy.

He hadn't thought Starscream was listening; he had never considered he might remember.

"I have, the high-pressure conditions in which they live—" Skyfire shook his helm; he could have slapped himself. Now wasn't the time to be talking about his scientific curiosities.

“Starscream, you need a medic. I can fly you back to the Autobots with me. I’m sure they’ll help you. They’re nice bots.”

The seeker tilted his helm, tapping a talon on his cheek, “Nice? Well, that would explain the streamers and the glitter. Was it a party? Did you enjoy yourself?"

“Yes, it was a party, but I…,” he floundered his next words. What should he say? That he had enjoyed himself? That he regretted that enjoyment?

“…They were celebrating something, I don’t even know what. They kept taking me to different rooms and asking me to stay longer and…and I couldn’t say no.”

Starscream stalked slowly toward the shuttle, bent slightly at the waist with his servos clasped behind his back. His gate was measured and without limp. Skyfire wondered how much pain the seeker must have been putting himself in to maintain that much dignity.

There was a smile on the shorter mech’s face; that it was more curious than malicious was what sent fear zipping up Skyfire’s wires. His spark’s energy thudded in its casing as if to flee, but the rest of his frame was still frozen. The flame of fear having yet to compete its thaw.

The seeker inclined his helm, inquiring, “Is that why you’re here, Skyfire? Because you lack the ability to say no?”

His optics cycled wide, and he shook his helm fast enough to cause light trails. "No, no, that's—"

A light chuckle cut him off, “So you can say no.

Skyfire nodded, “Yes, I didn’t—”

“How unfortunate.”

His jaw snapped shut. Starscream was standing directly in front of him.

Talons tapped lightly over the Autobot badge, their sharp tips grazing over the raised metal. Then—he had no warning—they dug in, causing pain sensors to flair and Skyfire to keen. Starscream’s hold was deep enough to become a harsh grip. Skyfire panted, his legs shaking, unable to resist as the seeker tugged his chassis forward.

"Ah-ah, lower, lower," Starscream crooned, and soon Skyfire was falling to his knees. "There you go, that's a good Autobot."

His servos opened and closed at his sides, wanting to grab and tear the seeker away from him. Fear of the Decepticon’s continued attack stilled his gears. The guilt digging into his chassis bolted his courage in place.

“Please, Starscream,” he winced. “You’re injured, let me—”

He choked as those talons pressed in deeper. Energon pooled inside the punctures, spilling out in a rush over the seeker’s blue servo.

“You chose them over me again,” Starscream whispered.

Skyfire swallowed, his lower derma trembling as he pushed past the pain to refute, "No, no, I would never—”

A red optic flashed before dimming, an enigmatic smile smoothing over Starscream’s faceplate. “But I suppose it’s for the best. I wasn’t lying when I said you look well tonight. You look positively ravishing.” Starscream slashed his talons down in a harsh sweep, shredding through Skyfire’s armor and the delicate circuitry it protected.

Skyfire shouted in agony, his servos shooting up to finally push his attacker away just as the seeker stepped back. He clutched his chassis, staring down at himself in panic. It wasn't a lethal attack; his energon levels were dropping but not fast enough to send him to stasis.

But it hurt. His processor fizzled with pain, and hull breach alerts popped across his HUD.

He gasped static, “Starscream, why?”

Starscream gazed down at him, all traces of his previous fury gone. There was no hint of an expression on his faceplate. “There will be no more meetings between us,” the mech stated. “You’ve chosen the Autobots over me for the last time.”

Then Starscream turned away from him, muttering something inaudible under his vents. The seeker began walking, his limp more obvious, back to the cliff’s outcropping. The shuttle nearly doubled over in understanding. Starscream was going to leave. He was going to leave, thinking Skyfire had chosen the Autobots over him. Again.

Skyfire forgot his pain. He scrambled to stand, to chase—he couldn’t move his legs. He reached out with a servo soaked in his innermost fluid, pleading, “Starscream, wait, please. You shouldn’t be flying. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry I was late. It won't happen again. Please just let me help you.”

Without looking back, Starscream replied, his vocals a soft hiss, “No.” Then he sardonically added, “See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

And then the seeker was transforming. And flying. And gone.

Skyfire fell forward onto his servos, digits digging into the sand; energon dripped from his wound, staining its white grains pink. A party streamer fell from somewhere on his back, floating down to land on a servo.

The sight of it had his chassis heaving, vents coming in and out too quickly to properly filter. He should never have stayed at The Ark. He should have turned down the first sweetened energon offering. He should have told the Autobots he already had plans scheduled for the evening.

Then he thought of something the twins had said. And he laughed, hollow and miserable. What had they told him about showing up late to an already planned gathering? Right, right.

Party foul.

[thecocodrille]

Sure! Here is the chinese version( It's time to show myself I'm kind shy ngl)

OH MY GOD is so great, I can’t read any of this but I love seen fan translations ♥️

[thecocodrille]

i love your Skystar comic(https://www.tumblr.com/thecocodrille/785531944602615808/skyfire-he-will-thank-me-later?source=share) Can I get the permission to translate and post on Chinese media with your credit? Thanks in advance!

Absolutely let more people reach the glory of my favorite ship, also show me when you finish I love fan translation ♥️

[thecocodrille]

Skyfire: He will thank me later.

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This is so sweet I’m crying ahhhhhhhhhh 💕 ✨

Pull/skystar/g1 please ✨

Skyfire had been infuriatingly distant for the entirety of their outer world excursion. The shuttle would be caught staring at Starscream, only for the mech to stutter and turn away as though he’d seen nothing of interest. Or more perturbingly, as though he were ashamed of his stares.

No more.

Now, on the last planetary pause before they returned to Cybertron, Starscream had lured the shuttle into a false sense of security. Pretending he hadn’t noticed the odd behavior, acting like all was fine—it had all lead to the shuttle seated cross-legged before a glowing green pond on a disgustingly organic planet they had visited more times than the seeker had bothered to annotate.

Starscream had endured obfuscations and manipulations from political and scientific enemies alike back on Cybertron. But he would not subject himself to the same contemptuous treatment from his chosen partner.

With a barely restrained growl, he marched from his place behind Skyfire and wrapped an arm around the seated shuttle’s shoulder, pulling him close. Starscream’s dark grey helm pressed against Skyfire’s white, their distance so minimal the seeker could olfactorate the ozone and the worn-down scent of wax on his partner’s helm.

Skyfire jolted from whatever revere he had been trapped in, innocently inquiring, “What is it, Starscream? Did you notice something?”

Notice me, he almost hissed. But being a far more refined orator, he instead responded, “I noticed how distant you’ve been this entire journey.”

He felt the shuttle stiffen at his side and waited until he felt the accompanying wing shakes at having been caught before continuing, “What are you hiding?”

Skyfire opened his mouth, closed it, then gaped at the seeker before looking away, gaze cast downward. Starscream rolled his optics at the expected, if endearing, display of shyness and shame. At least that aspect of his partner had not changed during their latest expedition.

The shuttle struggled under Starscream’s hold, attempting to stand, but was held down by the seeker’s rarely displayed strength. With bared denta he snapped, “Answer.”

Skyfire bit his bottom derma and Starscream was not distracted by how beautifully shaped said derma were, or how the heavy frown the shuttle now sported gave greater definition to his already impressive cheek definitions.

Eventually, Skyfire succumbed and sagged into Starscream’s hold, his impressive wings drooping. With an obvious heat to his cheeks, the metal almost appearing red, the shuttle graced the seeker with a half-smile, admitting, “I was saving it for when we landed back on Cybertron, but, well…”

Determination entered his partner’s optics and Starscream once again was forced into battle against himself over the attractiveness such an authoritative emotion gave the shuttle. Skyfire would not be forgiven so easily; Starscream was as equally determined.

From his subspace, Skyfire produced a silver bracelet adorned with a glowing blue flower. Using his own impressive strength, the shuttle broke from Starscream’s hold and bent at one knee, professing, “Starscream, my love, my guiding light—would you make me the happiest mech on Cybertron, and go through the conjux ritus with me?”

[thecocodrille]

My part on the trade whit @icypolargirl78 uwu, is they oc glitch (´｡• ω •｡`)

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I will just leave it here xD

I'm not sure if I tagged it correctly though. XD

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65387944

YOUUUUUUUU!!!! I love the young seekers au thank you for telling me I LOVE IT SO MUCH ♥️

[thecocodrille]

The worms wake up from hibernation and told me to draw some starscream not having a great day uwu

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Oh my god i LOVE HIM MY BOIIIIIIIIII he looks so awesome in you styleee it was a fun trade :D

My half of the art trade with @thecocodrille !

It was super fun drawing Marshall!! Tysm for trading with me :D

《Do not repost to other sites!!》

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My part of a trade whit @kiyuohonoo is they cute oc mosspit

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My part of an art trade whit @wyrmoffthestr1ng uwu is they lovely oc allister

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Gender bending one character in a queer ship is homophobic btw

Unless sky is just a butch lesbian but I've seen this too many times

[thecocodrille]

i know im late for the party, but i dont care they look so cute toguether

[thecocodrille]

You go write and draw fics and aus like crazy lil dude, is not about skill of if people likes them, is about to have fun whit the blorbos we love ✨

Embarrassing ass art I did for this au of an au I can’t get out of my head and I MUST yap about it.

This is a au of @mamzellesouris and @onedragontorulethemall young seeker au! Also I tried to mimic the amazing @thecocodrille art style

I was thinking what if skywarp had been picked up by the DJD instead of the autobots at the beginning of the story? Skywarp enduring more trauma while starscream and thundercracker got to heal from it? In this little au of an au I’m thinking whatever’s left of the Decepticons left on the Peaceful tyranny with the DJD and got Energon/fuel elsewhere. Skywarps teleporting ability being so useful that potentially he was forced to take sketchy “upgrades” on a foreign planet to be able to teleport more? Possibly the whole ship? This new “upgrade” would give him a bigger frame which would strain his small spark even more, so much so that he’s using dark energon to combat it, resorting to stabbing himself with the shards if he can’t eat it? Tarn is trying to gather a new decepticon army and retake cybertron, skywarp returns to try and save his brothers before the first invasion, expecting to find them as chained and starved prisoners, not as healthy sparklings. The pic I drew would be the scene of sky seeing them as sparklings for the first time, but later it would get angstier as they don’t want to leave with him. Skywarp is sparkbroken and thinks the autobots brainwashed them. As angry as sky is he can see his brothers are at the very least not being starved and look remarkably healthy, he knows if he were to take them back to the DJD they would starve and be mistreated. So as a last second choice he makes the insane decision to rat on the djd and fight them in the incoming invasion. I think it’d be so delicious if sky was also just alot stronger due to his time with the djd? As in even injured and starved sky could take a good couple autobots down. I think his interactions with ratchet and Optimus would be the most juicy because they refer to him as a sparkling and he loses it cursing them out and such, he’s like “I won’t tell you anything if you turn me into a sparkling like them”. Okay sorry last thing since seekers are such a communal species sky’s time alone would be so detrimental to him as well he’s just so damn traumatized it’s crazy. I think him holding his trine again after everything would just break him.

If you read all of that thank you! And sorry for the word vomit lol （￣□￣；）