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Story request: screamer shenanigans that make Megatron go 'in the end he's still my treacherous idiot'

(coming from a fellow megastar lover ehehehe)

If it's vague I'm up for a follow up👀✌️

The halls of the Nemesis echoed with the familiar sounds of bickering, metal clanking, and a shrill, unmistakable voice.

“You dare question my brilliance?!” Starscream’s voice carried through the corridors, grating and theatrical as always. “I am second-in-command, the air commander, the most cunning—”

A loud explosion interrupted his self-aggrandizing monologue, followed by the sound of scraping metal and something heavy tumbling down.

Megatron groaned, his crimson optics narrowing as he slowly rose from his throne. He knew the source of this disaster all too well.

When he arrived at the scene, he found Starscream tangled in some cables, his wings awkwardly bent. Smoke billowed from a hole in the wall nearby, where the explosion had left a perfectly Starscream-shaped imprint.

“What... did you do this time?” Megatron growled, crossing his arms.

Starscream’s optics flickered as he looked up, his dignity even more damaged than his body. “It was... Thundercracker’s fault!”

Thundercracker, standing a few meters away with his arms crossed, scowled. “I wasn’t even here. I just got back from patrol.”

Starscream’s optics darted back and forth, his processor working overtime to come up with a believable lie. “Uh... Then it was Skywarp! He... he... teleported and startled me!”

Skywarp appeared out of nowhere. “I didn’t do anything! This time...” he added, rubbing the back of his head. “I was busy putting glue on Soundwave’s cassettes.”

Megatron pinched the bridge of his nasal plating. “You’re all idiots...”

Starscream finally extricated himself from the pile of debris, brushing dust off his armor. He stood tall, attempting to regain his usual air of superiority despite his crooked wing. Seeing he had no one else to blame for this commotion he finally explained. “I was merely testing a new weapon I designed. It would have guaranteed our victory over the Autobots!”

Megatron looked past him at the smoldering crater. “A weapon.”

“Yes!” Starscream puffed out his chest. “A powerful rocket launcher with advanced targeting systems. It would have destroyed Optimus Prime in one blow!”

“...So where is this rocket launcher now?”

Starscream’s face fell. He glanced over his shoulder at the blackened hole in the wall, then at the far end of the hangar, where the twisted remains of his ‘masterpiece’ lay half-melted.

“There were... a few minor malfunctions...” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

“A few?” Megatron repeated, his voice low and dangerous. “Your ‘weapon’ made a hole in my warship!”

“But, mighty Megatron!” Starscream’s tone shifted to pleading. “Think of the potential! Once I iron out the... um... minor bugs, it will be unstoppable!”

Megatron’s optics narrowed. “Like the time you built that weather machine that ended up freezing yourself in a block of ice?”

Starscream flinched. “I... I was testing the limits of its power.”

“Or the time you tried to create an army of clones and they revolted because they couldn’t stand your voice?”

Starscream’s wings drooped. “They were... defective.”

“Or how about the time you reprogrammed the Space Bridge and accidentally teleported yourself to the bottom of the ocean?”

“That was... a navigation error, and a very educational trip.” Starscream muttered, optics fixed on the floor.

Megatron heaved a long, suffering sigh. How many times had this played out? Starscream, with his insatiable ambition and harebrained schemes, always striving to prove himself but constantly tripping over his own arrogance. It was like a never-ending loop of chaos and destruction.

Yet, despite everything, Megatron couldn’t deny that Starscream’s antics often yielded unexpected results. Sometimes, the seeker’s wild experiments led to breakthroughs—usually after several disastrous failures, but still. And in battle, there was no better air commander. When he was focused and not distracted by delusions of grandeur, Starscream was undeniably brilliant.

Megatron’s shoulders slumped as he watched Starscream attempt to straighten his damaged wing, wincing at the pain. The seeker’s pride was far more bruised than his body.

“Get yourself repaired, Starscream,” Megatron said, his tone surprisingly soft. “And stop blowing holes in my ship!”

Starscream’s optics brightened. “Of course, mighty Megatron! I shall refine my designs and—”

And then explosion rocked the ship. The emergency lights flickered red, and klaxons blared.

Starscream glanced around. “Oh. That might be unrelated.”

“Soundwave!” Megatron barked.

“Affirmative. Starscream’s laboratory has been compromised. External plating breached.”

“Starscream!”

“Okay, fine! I may have been running an experiment on sentient nanites. They were supposed to clean the ship! How was I supposed to know they’d develop a sense of rebellion?”

Megatron’s servo hit his faceplate with a resounding clang. “of course they would rebel, they are your treacherous creations after all. You have one cycle to fix this.”

Starscream saluted with more enthusiasm than sense. “You can count on me!” He dashed off, shouting, “Nanites! Cease your uprising! I am your creator!”

Megatron sank back onto his throne, the ship still rumbling.

“Starscream is an idiot,” he muttered, rubbing his temple. “But at least he’s my idiot.”

In the distance, a loud crash echoed through the halls, followed by Starscream’s indignant squawk. Megatron closed his optics. Maybe if he sat very still, the chaos would just pass by.

It did not.

BONUS!

It was another day aboard the Nemesis, and Megatron was already nursing a processor ache. He could hear Starscream’s shrill voice echoing through the hallways, a sure sign that disaster was imminent.

He stomped down the corridor, servos clanking with impatience. The seeker was up to something again—probably another one of his harebrained schemes to overthrow him. Not that any of them ever worked.

When he reached the main control room, the sight before him was... something. Starscream stood on top of the main console, striking a dramatic pose, his wings flared out as he pointed towards a holographic display of Earth. The other Decepticons stood around, looking various shades of bored or confused.

“Behold!” Starscream announced, his voice dripping with self-importance. “I have devised the ultimate plan to crush the Autobots and seize power once and for all!”

Megatron groaned. Here we go again.

Starscream tapped the console with his foot, and the hologram zoomed in on a human amusement park, complete with a giant roller coaster, cotton candy stands, and costumed mascots waving at guests.

Thundercracker frowned. “Uh, Starscream? What does a human playground have to do with conquering the Autobots?”

“Silence!” Starscream snapped, waving his arm theatrically. “This is no mere playground! This is the perfect location to lay an ambush! We shall disguise ourselves as attractions, lure the Autobots in, and destroy them when they least expect it!”

Skywarp snorted. “Disguise ourselves as attractions? What are you gonna be? A bumper car?”

Starscream shot him a withering glare. “Of course not! I will be... the roller coaster!”

The room fell silent. Every optic turned to stare at Starscream, who stood there, chest puffed out with pride as if he’d just delivered the most brilliant plan in Decepticon history.

Megatron’s optic twitched. “No, I’m going back to recharge. It is too much of Starscream’s brilliant plans for one day. “

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the art of malicious compliance

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transformuary day 23: seekers

they just dont understand her brilliance

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Itty bitty Starscream Kitty! I needed that in my life!

More Transfurmers! This time is the ultimate stinky boi, Starscream~!

More coming soon :3c

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Ohhh I just love those claws.

my fav gay besties

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megans :3

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Happy Valentines to all fellow Screamer fans! <3

bonus even more pink version

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Cheer up ~

God how I love them

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It's a canon event.

[Follow up to this post.]

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My most ridiculous request ever!

For my best friend.

And the request is "Itty bitty Starscream kitty"

Starscream is a cat... And he is gosh darn cute!

He is so cute that it should be forbidden to be this cute!

Megatron is on a lost position.

Megatron was not having a good day.

No, scratch that—he was having an absolutely ridiculous day.

He stared down at the tiny creature sitting in the middle of his command console, tail flicking

irritably as it stared back at him with bright, familiar red optics.

A cat.

An itty-bitty cat.

An itty-bitty cat with silver and red fur, tiny wings that fluffed out adorably when it was

angry, and a face that looked far too smug for such a small creature.

Megatron pinched the bridge of his nose, venting slowly. “Starscream.”

The tiny cat meowed. It was an unimpressed, irritated sound.

Megatron’s optic twitched. “Would you care to explain why you’re currently a… a feline?”

The cat—Starscream, apparently—stood up, stretching its back with a languid grace before

sitting down and licking a tiny paw.

Megatron’s fists clenched. “Starscream.”

The cat paused, red optics glinting. Then, with a haughty flick of its tail, it turned its back to

him and began grooming itself, wings twitching in annoyance.

Megatron’s jaw dropped. “Did… did you just dismiss me?!”

The cat didn’t even look at him. It just kept licking its paw, completely unfazed by the

towering Decepticon leader’s fury.

Megatron’s servos trembled. “Starscream! I am your lord! You will acknowledge me!”

The cat yawned.

Megatron’s vents sputtered. “I—You—” He growled, looming over the tiny creature. “If you

don’t explain yourself right now, I will—”

Before he could finish his threat, the cat stood up, stretched again, and then, to Megatron’s

utter shock, it climbed up his arm, claws lightly pricking at his armor as it made its way to his

shoulder. It settled there, curling up comfortably and resting its head against his neck cables.

Megatron froze. He could feel the tiny vibrations as Starscream… purred.

“What… what are you doing?” he demanded, his voice low and dangerous.

The cat didn’t answer. It just continued purring, its tiny body warm against his plating.

Megatron’s optics widened. “Are… Are you cuddling me?”

Starscream’s tail flicked, but he didn’t move. The purring continued, steady and content.

Megatron’s systems stuttered. Starscream—his second-in-command, the traitorous,

backstabbing Seeker—was curled up on his shoulder, purring like some pampered pet. It was

so absurd, so surreal, that Megatron didn’t know whether to laugh or scream.

The door slid open, and Soundwave walked in, his visor brightening slightly at the sight

before him. He tilted his head, clearly surprised.

Megatron’s faceplates flushed. “Not. A. Word.”

Soundwave’s visor flickered in amusement, but he said nothing. Instead, he took a snapshot,

the soft click of his camera echoing through the room.

Megatron’s optics blazed. “Soundwave!”

The communications officer bowed his head, his frame shaking with barely contained

laughter as he retreated from the room. The door closed, leaving Megatron alone with the tiny

cat still purring on his shoulder.

He looked at Starscream, his glare fierce. “When this is over, you will regret this

humiliation.”

Starscream yawned, his little wings fluttering as he nuzzled against Megatron’s neck.

Megatron’s spark did a weird little flip. He cleared his throat, his faceplates heating again.

“You… You’re lucky you’re adorable like this.”

The cat’s purring grew louder, and Megatron’s shoulders slumped in defeat.

Yes, it was definitely a ridiculous day.

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Request for @mi-mi-ri

“I was thinking something fluffy like the two watching a human movie together!”

Knockout wasn’t sure what was more entertaining—the show on his datapad or the look of

complete and utter disdain on Starscream’s faceplates. The Seeker’s wings were drawn tight,

his arms crossed as he glared at the screen.

“I cannot believe you’ve wasted my time on this human nonsense,” Starscream hissed.

“These organics are so emotional. It’s pathetic.”

Knockout shrugged, casually leaning back against the berth. “Hey, don’t knock it ‘til you try

it. This is premium human drama. And besides, with how dramatic you are, I figured you’d

appreciate it.”

Starscream’s optics narrowed. “Excuse me?”

“Nothing,” Knockout sang innocently. “Just watch. This episode’s a classic.”

Starscream grumbled, his wings twitching irritably, but his optics remained on the screen.

The humans were arguing about something trivial—typical of their species—but then one of

them turned around with a dramatic hair flip, tears in her eyes as she shouted, “How could

you betray me like this?!”

Starscream scoffed. “Pathetic.”

But he didn’t look away.

Knockout’s smirk grew. He knew that look. It wouldn’t be long now.

Sure enough, a few scenes later, Starscream was leaning forward, optics glued to the datapad.

He didn’t even notice when Knockout shifted closer, snuggling comfortably against his side.

“Ridiculous,” Starscream muttered, his wings flicking. “If she knew he was a traitor, she

should have executed him immediately. Why waste time with emotional nonsense?”

“That would make sense, but where’s the fun in that?” Knockout teased, resting his head on

Starscream’s shoulder.

The Seeker barely reacted, too engrossed in the scene playing out before him. The human

female was now confronting her rival, her voice shaking with rage. Starscream’s optics

gleamed.

“Yes, eliminate her! Do it!” he cheered, his wings flaring with excitement.

Knockout tried to stifle his laughter. “You’re really getting into this, huh?”

Starscream’s faceplates heated. “I am not ‘getting into it.’ I am merely observing human

behavior… for strategic purposes.”

Knockout raised a brow. “Uh-huh. Sure.”

The episode ended on a cliffhanger, the screen fading to black just as the human female stood

over her defeated rival. Starscream’s wings drooped, his mouth hanging open.

“What… What happens next?” he demanded, whirling to face Knockout.

The medic chuckled. “Guess you’ll have to watch the next episode to find out.”

Starscream’s optics narrowed. “You planned this.”

“Guilty as charged,” Knockout grinned. “So? Wanna watch the next one?”

Starscream huffed, pretending to be indifferent. “I suppose… if only to further understand

human manipulation tactics.”

“Of course,” Knockout agreed, barely suppressing his amusement as he started the next

episode. “Strictly for research.”

Starscream said nothing, already engrossed in the new scene unfolding before him. Knockout

snuggled closer, grinning like a maniac.

Yeah, this was turning out even better than he’d hoped.

A few days later, Starscream burst into the war room with more enthusiasm than Megatron

had ever seen. His wings were high, optics gleaming, and his servos were moving frantically

as he slapped a stack of datapads on the table.

“I have it! The perfect plan to destroy the Autobots once and for all!” Starscream announced,

a wicked grin on his faceplates.

Megatron raised an optic ridge.

Soundwave glanced at Megatron, his visor flickering curiously.

Starscream activated the holoprojector, and the screen filled with a series of complex

diagrams and overly dramatic arrows pointing in every possible direction.

“First, we send a message to Optimus Prime, declaring that I’m his long lost twin brother

Starless!” Starscream began, his wings fluttering with excitement. “but I had lost my memory

because of a tragic accident and I was convinced that by evil Megatron that I’m a

decepticon.”

Megatron’s face plate was getting more frustrated with every and each word from

Starscream.

“Wait, it gets better!” Starscream continued, his voice rising with enthusiasm

“Then I will go to the Autobots gaining their trust. I will gather intel and then dramatically

reveal my deception in the ”finale” declaring “It was me, Starscream, all along!!” Starscream

was gesticulating wildly and laughing maniacally.

“And last in his emotional turmoil, Optimus will be vulnerable, and we strike!”

He stepped closer to Megatron, his optics shining. “They’ll be so overwhelmed with emotion

that they’ll be too distracted to fight back! Victory will be ours!”

Megatron groaned loudly.

“And why do you think that any of this will work? “

“Well because obviously I’m the main character, and main characters can go away with

almost anything!”

There was a long, painful silence.

Soundwave’s visor flickered uncertainly.

Knockout looked between Starscream and Megatron, his mouthplates slightly open in

disbelief.

Megatron slowly got up from his throne, his optics narrowing dangerously. “Starscream…

have you been watching human television again?”

Starscream’s wings flicked, his shoulders stiffening. “W-What? No! This is a brilliant

strategy! It’s all about emotional manipulation!”

Megatron’s optics bore into him, his tone icy. “This is the plot of that ridiculous human

drama Knockout has been watching, isn’t it?”

Starscream’s wings drooped, his confidence faltering. “I… may have drawn some

inspiration.”

Megatron’s optics twitched. “You honestly believe that pretending to be Optimus Prime’s

‘long-lost brother’ is a viable battle strategy?”

Starscream crossed his arms, pouting. “It worked on the show.”

Megatron’s fists clenched, and he turned to Knockout, his voice dangerously calm.

“Knockout, if I ever see that datapad in Starscream’s possession again, I will personally melt

it down into scrap.”

Knockout gulped, his optics wide. “Understood, Lord Megatron.”

Starscream’s wings flared indignantly. “You can’t do that! I was just starting Season 2!”

Megatron’s glare could’ve melted through armor plating. “No more human dramas. And if I

hear one more word about ‘emotional manipulation,’ I’ll make sure the only drama you

experience is cleaning the smelting pits for the next century.”

Starscream’s faceplates turned bright red, and he stammered, “Y-Yes, Lord Megatron.”

Megatron returned to his throne, rubbing his optics tiredly. “I swear he’s even more dramatic

than the humans!” Megatron muttered under his breath.

As the war room cleared out, Knockout snickered and leaned over to Starscream. “So… are

we still on for season 2 tonight?”

Starscream shot him a glare. “Obviously. But don’t tell Megatron.”

Knockout grinned. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

Starscream huffed, his wings twitching. “I just need to see if she confesses her love or not. I

have… strategic reasons.”

Knockout burst into laughter. “Oh, absolutely. Strictly strategic.”

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could you write Starscream hanging out with Alexis?

Hi, I'm afraid that I'm not familiar with Alexis, but if you describe her I can try 😉

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Hiii! I wanted to ask what kind of requests you're taking when it comes to stories.

And if possible, could I request something of Starscream and Windblade or Starscream and Knockout? 👉👈

Hi, sadly I'm not that familiar with Windblade, but Starscream and Knockout this I can do! What do you have in mind? 😊

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Requests are OPEN!

Write me a message and I will prepare a short story about Decepticons for you!

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