#Thundercracker gets a puppy

[king-starscreams-fics]

Starscream Discovers the IDW Comics

Starscream doesn't understand why he isn't treated better in the comics and decides to vent to Megatron. After all, he's cute too! Right?

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Fandoms: Transformers Generation One Transformers - All Media Types

Relationship: Megatron & Starscream (Transformers)

Characters: Megatron (Transformers) Starscream (Transformers)

Additional Tags: Short One Shot; Starscream wants to be loved; Starscream wants a puppy; Thundercracker gets a puppy; Starscream needs a hug; Megatron just wants to sleep; Sleep Deprivation; Why does everything happen at 3am?

Language: English

Published: 2024-07-11

Words: 486

Chapters: 1/1

Stories list

This is a slightly fleshed-out version of the following blog post:

[revelboo]

May I request a part 2 to “Skin and Bones: Megatron x pet reader”? Maybe megatron is stuck taking care of the reader again. Skywarp’s a d*ck who forgot to feed the poor organic that morning. And maybe there’s another incident where the human doesn’t think anyone is in earshot and megatron hears them singing and/or frees-stying poetry because they are bored. Bonus points if the human gets a bouncy ball as a gift from some con (if you’re choice I’m thinking Starscream or Soundwave but maybe Megatron? Whoever you feel is most likely to do it) for entertainment and just as said con of your choice turns around to address a concerned con to say “Oh don’t worry they aren’t a human sparkling they won’t try to eat it and choke, it’ll be fine.” The human pulls an Andy from parks and rec by throwing the ball against the nearest metal wall and it bouncing back to hit them in the face making them fall to the ground. 😂

Skin and Bones pt 2

Megatron x reader- pet

• A day without drama. Without putting out fires, dealing with whatever abominations Shockwave has created, or handling poorly thought out take over attempts by his SIC. Megatron’s not quite sure what to make of it as he rounds a corner and nearly steps on the human. Because it’s somehow loose and unsupervised and it definitely shouldn’t be.

• Yelping, you throw yourself backward as you nearly run right under the huge foot of Megatron in your hurry. Falling back on your butt, you stare up at him with dread. Especially as you hear your pursuer’s heavy steps. Oh, you’re dead. The leader of the Decepticons stares at you before looking back the way you came. Because you can both hear Skywarp threatening to weld you to a wall when he catches you. Very dead.

• Megatron frowns as the human darts toward him, having apparently decides its pursuer is scarier than he is and he’s not sure what to make of that. That he’s the safe harbor in the storm. Hearing the snarling profanity before the Seeker darts into the hallway, Megatron bends and scoops up the human, once again surprised by how light it is, insubstantial skin and bones. Aside from a sharp intake of breath, it’s silent. Those big eyes stare pleadingly up at him from that oddly almost Cybertronian face. Aside from the softness of it, he can almost pretend it’s a particularly tiny minicon.

• “Lose something?” He asks, dragging his optics from the human to Skywarp as the Seeker freezes.

• “It got away from me. Won’t happen again.” Baring his denta in a smile that promises pain, he holds out a hand. You shrink back, pressing tighter to the hand holding you.

• “Why aren’t you on patrol?” Shifting his cupped hand closer to his chassis, Megatron huffs as those little hands hold on to him. Clinging to him for safety. That shouldn’t warm his spark, but it does. He’s not soft on the hapless little creature. Of course not.

• “I’m not scheduled for-��

• “Allow me to rephrase that, go patrol,” he says, noting the way the human’s shoulders slump in relief as it looks up at him. Skywarp stiffens and for a moment, he thinks the mech might argue, then he turns on his heel. But not before shooting a filthy look at the human in his hand. He waits until Skywarp is gone before rumbling. “Want to explain what you did to make him so angry?”

• Breath hitching, your lips part, because he’s asking you a question. And he expects an answer. Starscream, Thundercracker, and Soundwave treat you so much like a badly trained, but loved puppy that you forget that they know you’re intelligent sometimes. Those red optics are burning a hole in you as you debate how much trouble the truth will get you in before you start talking.

• It wasn’t really your fault anyway. Thundercracker had given you the dodge ball like you were a little kid not an adult. How old did they think you were? Turning the hard rubber ball in your palms to test the weight of it, you’d offered Thundercracker a smile because he meant well at least. He was always bringing you weird stuff and when you thank him, he does that weirdly adorable wing flutter just like Starscream does when you agree with him.

• No sooner has he left, you’d become aware of Skywarp- your skin had prickled in goosebumps as you’d tried to not panic. Because this one had made it his goal to mess with you. Refusing to give him the satisfaction of looking, your skin still crawled because he’s there behind you. You could feel him behind you, watching with cruel predatory interest. You’d tossed the ball up and caught it to get a feel for it, then turned and lobbed it right at Skywarp’s face since it was right there. And when were you going to get a better opportunity?

• After admitting what you’d done as revenge for an earlier attempt by Skywarp to drown you that he’d generously called a bath, you fell silent and waited for Megatron’s judgement. Really, it’d been Skywarp’s fault for leaning so close to you- what had he expected? And a lot of the anger was because, by sheer luck, you’d nailed him square in the optic.

• Your tension drains away when Megatron actually laughs, his other hand coming up to ruffle your hair a bit too roughly with a servo and declare you tiny but fierce. Sure. He can call you whatever he wants if he keeps Skywarp from murdering you. You relax in his hand as he carries you back to the throne room to wait for Soundwave or Starscream to notice you’re missing. Previous Next

[smallestapplin]

My god I love your harem universe. Especially the Autobots and Decepticons having little piss fights over their precious human!

Now I’m just imagining poor Thundercracker and his “secret” crush on the human and how infatuated he is. Like a big love sick puppy

I can see him trying to shyly woo the human, possibly finding out where the human lives (from Skywarp cuz he couldn’t keep his mouth shut from his trine), sneaking over at night when they’re sleeping and doing something cheesy like throwing pebbles (small rocks) at their window to get their attention.

Poor guy probably fumbles and is blushing and he would just be so darn cute trying to ask the human out!!

I love thundercracker so much, thank you for this.

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Thundercracker knew he shouldn't be here, he knew it well too, if the autobots won't have his head then the other decepticons would, the very thought should stop him in his tracks.

But here he stands just outside your habsuite, he's not sure what humans call it, but it looks nice, and is further away from town so he won't run into more humans, just you. Just you is all he wants, yes he's seen the footage Laserbeak caught, yes he watched it over and over and over again, imagining him as your lover.

Yet his spark yearned for something more.

You seemed so sweet, so funny, so considerate, that maybe, just maybe he'd have a chance with you, you already have s bunch of lovers, what's one more, right? He couldn't face you, but what could he give to make you know he wanted you?

Each morning when you'd awake, ready to head back to the autobot base, there would be quite the gift waiting for you.

First it was a big thing of energon, something you couldn't drink, though you've tried.

Next it was a massive geo cluster that had you in awe, you could barely manage to get it into your house, it was half the size of you! Next were some large sunflowers, root, dirt, and all on your porch.

A part of you wondered if you should ask around base, but maybe that would ruin the surprise? Or maybe it'll get them paranoid that someone else wants you, you don't feel threatened so you don't mention it.

It's not every night, but it's every other weekend, so it makes you wonder what their schedule is like.

Thundercracker can't believe himslef, he's like a sparkling all over again! When had his spark last pumped like this? The nervousness that ate away at his confidence, his anxiety rising each time he snuck away from the ship, and landed a little ways away from your habsuite, just as he's done every other weekend.

Walking as quietly as he could, making sure the groun beneath him crunched very little, he made his way up your driveway, ready to place yet another gift of flowers at your doorstep. His red optics look around, stopping when he saw the other flowers he gave you planted in your front yard.

You liked them! His wings twitch behind him, fluttering happily, he can't stop the smile forming on his face plate.

He looks at the very delicate flowers in his servos, the plants nearly as tall as the last bunch he gave you, but in reds, purples, and pinks, maybe you'd like the variety more? He hopes, he can already feel his spark racing.

Thundercracker carefully lays the flowers on your porch, making sure they are neat and out of the way so you won't step on them. He leans back eyeing his work, pleased with himself.

Your planet has many weird resources, but he's happy to have found something you liked! Normally on cybertron he would've found and gifted you shiny metals, or maybe even rare ones.

He wonders for a moment if you'd like an aerial show, and let him show off for you? Nah, that's too much, at least for right now-

"So you're the one leaving gifts for me."

You have to bite back a laugh as the giant bot jumps, flinching at the sound of your voice. His optics wide and staring at you like a deer caught in headlights. There you stand on your roof, in your sleep wear, with a tired smile.

Thundercracker tries to control himself, but little does he know he wings are giving him away, shaking as he calms himself.

"Oh..I..uhh..I didn't mean to wake ya?"

His face plate is heating up, flushing a deep blue from the energon going to his helm.

"You didn't wake me up, I was staying up in hopes to catch you. I was wondering who was leaving me these things."

Oh Primus, he made you miss a rest cycle? Frag, he feels so bad.

"Thank you."

.....huh?

You smile once more, chuckling at his baffled expression.

"Thank you for the gifts, it's very sweet of you, Thundercracker."

You wish you could take a picture with his stiff his body gets, how his wings wiggle up and down, and just how adorable such a normally intimating con could be.

You knew his name, you remembered him! That means you think of him, right? He could melt right where he stood, he could offline right now and die happy.

"Don't mention it." He carefully sits down on yout lawn, allowing his face to be more level with yours, "On Cybertron it was common practice, mostly for us seekers, to gift items like this."

"To start a courtship, I take it?"

You can't hold back laughing now, nearly wheezing at how he sputters and trips over his words trying to explain no but yes, but also-

"How did you-"

"Wild guess, but your reaction was too cute."

He's going to die, this is how it ends for him, the cute human he's taken with flirting with him.

"I wouldn't mind."

Truly you wouldn't, you know your agreement with the autobots, they all agreed to be your lovers and not fight over who else you date, but you'll have to have a talk with them about at least Thundercracker.

He seems so sweet under that gruff exterior.

Even if such a big scary con shakes under getting a few compliments.

[crying-fantasies]

Power play

Masterlist

Featuring IDW1! Thundercracker, smut/fluff/tiny bit of angst, CW: power play, licking, masturbation (on the mech), talk of the war, handjob, implied blowjob.

“Do you want me here?”

No words, just the surge of electricity creeping over your arm, just enough to feel it tugging at your muscles, never to the point of it being harmful.

The cybertronian way to say “keep going” when words aren't enough or their processor is beyond forming decent thoughts.

“It is eye-catching, you know?”, a hard twist above his anterior node, if not for the stasis locks above him you could have been gone flying by that kick of his, “I always know where to touch, where to pinch”, your words are followed by a quick squeeze of a node inside his valve, he doesn't even moan, just outright glitches back to vosian, the bio lights over his spike flare as it trembles on your other hand, letting go of his internal node to get face to face to the base of his spike, looking how pretty the red lights cycle, “want me to make it good for you? Nice and sloppy before I put it inside?”

This time, you do obtain a “yes, please! I need it” as he knows how it turns you on, to have his approval for it, knowing how good your fingers feel in the discharge port of his spike, and knowing full well that you will stop till he says it with direct words, “I want you to-”

“Then get sizeable”, your face is pressed to one side of his spike, and he can feel the heat of your body going off in waves, sending shivers down his back strut and messing with his processor, “or do you want me to give my man a full body wash?”

You think he said yes, to what you aren't sure, but there's still a long way to go if you want to understand his vosian spilling during the throes of passion.

Back in the day, you could have laughed, more inclined to shrug it off and be uncomfortable with it than real joy-laced laughter. Some previous partners came up with the idea, or some tried to do it without even noticing at first. Somehow, it felt degrading.

Let go of it all. Maybe what had you more strangled from the practice was the fact that you didn't depend on them enough at the time. There was too much pressure upon you. What do you want to be? What do you think of this? Things moved too fast to catch on with them and their enthusiasm, soon leading to cold shoulders or rejection.

In the end, no one put up with you.

Then, this fragger chooses to betray his race for pitiful, strange, tiny organics that know nothing about what to do with the big scary aliens. Maybe you're being too harsh on him, no, you indeed were, as it was normal, you saw the attack, and you felt the pull of fear when you finally saw him.

You also noticed how his big red optics sparkled when someone talked to him nicely.

Not even nice in the sense of “Oh my let me get you all the energon you need for the rest of my life” but the “good morning” kind of nice, it gave you a glimpse of how fucked up the Decepticons were in their morale, his optics always had that glint of fascination when you said his designation followed by a simple greeting, people on base noticed too, Mainframe was the first to go the extra mile and give him a tablet big enough for him to use, Doc Sir made an energon dispenser and Marissa gave him a puppy.

Thundercracker beamed with so much happiness, answering the unasked question, if cybertronians could cry, they do, they cry, he had some kind of liquid on the verge of his optics and a little smile on his faceplate, someone said how gross it was and you were sure Marissa was the one to demote that person.

Turns out, the murder robot alien from deep space with sharp digits that could poke you open was a softie disguised, but that also explained why he sacrificed himself for a whole city, when Thundercracker talked to you of Vos, his hometown, in between broken words and glossy optics as he expressed vulnerability over the deep scar the image of the flying citadel left on him, falling in flames, collapsing anything and everything it once was, killing dozens in the fall and the collision, it made you reconsider what you believed of the Autobots, well, no, you weren't going to be like that dude, just settled on the fact, that simple fact, that yeah, they've being at war longer than Earth's age, but that didn't mean they liked it, it also didn't mean that all autobots were good, not all Decepticons are bad.

There was always the psychopath or the power-hungry idiot leading the rest, human history was full of them too.

It took you by surprise, he was so easy to chat with once he got the all-clear from you, do you want to know about what he is writing on his tablet? It wasn't the best you've heard of but it was indeed interesting to hear him rant about his own “Nurse Whitney” fanfiction, do you want to watch him transform? It's not a problem for him, maybe he looked a bit nervous about it but still pleased your curiosity, even doing it slowly, let you understand, or attempt, where everything went, do you want to know about Vos’ old songs? He would sing them to you even when he sounded like a bird wannabe, the similarities gave you the creeps for days as he looked expectantly at you.

Point of no return? During humanity take over-on Cybertron, the attempt, TC could have left you die by the fall when the explosion took over, but he did not, he caught you, asking desperately if you were okay as your body collided with the hard metal of his servo, “I’m fine” you assured in between the pit dragging you under, “thanks”.

You already saw him as a being, a sentimental one, full of intricate phases of himself, the sexual part of him came to light when you were watching TV together, nothing better to air at midnight than porn apparently, as if no kid would catch on it.

There was a hissing sound coming from him like a hot kettle, TC had a servo over his intake, optics big with surprise or repulsion you didn't figure out before changing the channels, it was embarrassing, it wasn't your fault, but you still felt the pain of embarrassment on your face, “just so you know, people do watch that, but not everyone does”

If anything, he tried to look composed, “Yeah, frag- I mean, your sexual intercourse, it's normal, everyone does it”.

That dragged a question that was answered for another, Thundercracker didn't want to go down in detail but it was answer enough when his optics couldn't look at you for longer times.

Things got heated pretty soon, it didn't happen that very same night, not even that exact year, the universe has a way to fuck people up, just put together two consenting individuals for enough time, remove the label and limits of simple friendship and you're good to go.

You never wanted any of that to happen, not like that at least, you never wanted to lead him so wrong, that you couldn't even talk to him now without asking yourself what was going on there, he was too worried hissing like a massive predator every time someone dared to try and talk shit of his script, what else was to be done? You knew next to nothing about cybertronians in that department of knowledge, no matter how much TC tried to translate Vosian poems to you, the translation wasn't accurate in the slightest.

Things got hard when an actor called his part bullshit and it was like seeing two giant metal roosters about to pluck the eyes out of the other.

So far, you have been the only one he hasn't tried to blow to pieces, only shouting angrily, soon to be overwhelmed with sadness. No one is looking, and you take your chance, he is awake, as expected, and red optics glance back at you from the darkness, angry, exhausted, he is on his pedes as he looks over you, menacingly, Buster has curled on her bed above his berth. “Why have you come back?”, you know this, like when you first meet him, putting up a hard exterior, something seemingly unbreakable, threatening to break you instead if you nudge at him wrong.

He is mad, of course, he is, for him, this has been nothing but stressful.

But you're also mad, because he never told you directly, you could've helped him, somehow and you let him know, shouting should be the last of your resources, but it breaks if only a tiny bit his facade, he watches over Buster, ensuring she is still sleeping as you call him names from “TC” to “Thundercracker of Vos”, before scoping you up to another room, trusting Buster to defend his private work.

“Are you crazy?!”, he is whispering, it's obvious he also wants to scream at your face, his wings are up, the universal vosian way telling you to “frag off”.

Frag, as far as you could get, was equal to fuck.

“Why don't you frag me instead?”

Too hard? Too hard, a lot harder than you intended, as a year of mutual pining finally gave in and had him under you, biting on his derma desperately, trying to shut away any sound he could do, not trusting himself to stay silent even with his vocalizer off, watching the ceiling, overcome with anxiousness and looking at his array.

Bad idea, very much a bad idea, the sensation took him over, you were expecting him to do so, waiting for his optics to center on you before dragging your whole hand over the nod on the head of his spike, it was mute, but his helm was fast to return to its previous position, both servos over his optics, “what?” you asked, gripping at it, his back arched with a silent scream, “really? No sound? How I'm supposed to know if you like it?”

TC was limp on the floor, wings trembling, plating chattering, his servos still over his faceplate, you didn't like it, “Hey”, took a moment but he peaked at you from between his digits, he looked so tense, taking two steps away from his spike you decided to let him go, “sorry, I don't know what came over me, this is…” you couldn't find the words, feeling embarrassed, you went too far, fear was soon creeping on your head, how were you to see him in the eyes from now on? “This is my fault, I'm so sorry-”

“Don't-”

It was broken, it was hard to hear, it was low, so low you believed it was your imagination, but Thundercracker was looking at you again, intake open, out of breath even when he didn't need it, “please”, his optics were shining in between pauses, like a heartbeat, a pulse, “please never stop”.

There was no necessity to feign any longer.

And it was such a relief on his part, finally telling you what he wanted for a long time, finally admitting to it.

“Keep going” he pleaded, his spike hard to the touch, your fingers traced around the whole length of it and he almost overloaded with that alone, “I don't want to think-”

“I get it”, something awoke that day, finally understanding the fire when he looked so ready to be pleased, “I'll take care of it, make you forget all about that”

.

IDW1 Thundercracker makes things to me, there's nothing better than a man (alien?) with a puppy, you know he'll treat you right.

@tf-kinktober2024

[kaontic]

*Long post*

They are recovering from being exposed to a p.o.j.

Megs. I’m talking about Megs. He’s my second favorite villain of all time rn (tied with Star actually), but he is the ultimate p.o.j (piece of junk).

In fact, this issue, def makes me want to change my pfp, use the Transfixatron on Megs in his gun mode, and bury his aft in the more than 200ft deep mine shaft at the bottom of this crater fr.

Obviously it’s not deep enough but still.

Or you know what scratch that—because I would just be vandalizing a cool site, wouldn’t I? With JUNK!

*Looks down*

Yeah. I said it. Why are you even here rn—? Do you want me to discuss the time you were responsible for Brawl m[REDACTED]ing a puppy?

Thundercracker: What?

DO YOU?!

Idc if he “just” wanted to capture the dog. He “just” wanted to capture the dog to make dog soldiers.

Not even Joker would do that.

And in this continuity and this issue, we find out that he has no problem with and is EAGER to recruit youngling soldiers.

Or in other words, Cybertronians who have not fully developed their brain chips yet who are thus easier to manipulate.

(God this is gonna be a long post—)

Optimus, Grimlock, any Autobot—you better have tried to talk/keep Bee out of fighting like you did with Carly. Or at least, be real with him and have the “Prime told me there’d be days like this!” conversation.

Cliff and Arcee too despite us knowing damn well that they will fight no matter what.

Because, after all, at least in the US, you can join the military at 18 (or 17 with parental consent). Furthermore, it’s a sad fact of life, but many underage people fight in conflicts all over. It happens and is happening and I’m glad this has finally been (at least as far as I’ve seen and remember) explicitly acknowledged in a franchise about war.

I’m gonna try to be more organized about this but here are more things to note:

. We don’t know any Cybertronians’ official age. That’s never been a thing, because you’d have to calculate, and Hasbro ain’t doin’ that math.

. That being stated tho, based on the dialogue, Star/Ulchtar in this flashback could be anywhere from 14-19 years old in human years.

. It seems like he has some part-time job. Mood.

. This is the first time in canon I’ve seen a youngling Starscream join the Decepticons. In G1, he was an adult (former full-time scientist right?). In the WFC games, an adult. In TF One, an adult (and even older than Megs? I mean Steve Buscemi’s voice does not age fr so—).

. Kup looks significantly younger here than he does in Issue #7. That is Kup up there, right? Like middle-aged I guess? ⬆️

(Oh man…how is Hot Rod going to react…RIP)

. Um…that information from Issue #1.

Ok ok ok—I really need to focus here—

. When Genvo gets blasted, he falls forward into Ulchtar’s arms. I’m no physicist, but this means he must have been shot from the back, right?

. Optimus to me seems to appear from behind Ulchtar (in the other direction).

. Optimus presumably does not hurt Ulchtar (or even notice him?), which makes sense (if he saw Ulchtar). He’s unarmed.

. Optimus doesn’t have the same gun he did in Issue #1 here, and he has no gun at all in the Energon Universe Special sh** how am I supposed to compare—

Holy scrap I scare myself. O_O

. Megs’ fusion cannon cools fast.

. Megs knows that Ulchtar has brothers (“brothers” can also refer to comrades. As in “brothers-in-arms”).

. To Genvo, it’s not a matter of “if” Jetfire and Ulchtar join. It’s “when”. He knew more than he was able to let on too.

. Megs was able to answer Ulchtar’s question…despite him asking it in a low voice to himself? And from farther away? What?

. Megs, why the hell were you smiling when you made that claim in the EUS? That was my first 🚩, I just forgot to mention it before. Don’t you care about Cybertron? What is your deal? How old are you? HOW OLD IS OPTIMUS? HOW OLD IS JETFIRE NOW??????? THEY DIDN’T AGE THE SAME DUE TO THE CRASH—Oh wait right Void Rivals.

. Like no wonder Skybound Star acts so immature and violent, and maybe even resentful of Jetfire leaving him (which explains his hostility that caught Jetfire off guard).

In G1 he acts bratty, but he’s always been portrayed as an adult, so I didn’t expect this I just thought—FRAG— 😭

. I think we can all agree here that this is still not an excuse to lash out at the innocent, so Carly still deserves to get justice/his aft (idk [insert theme about revenge here]). But also Megs. Frag Megs, like honestly (I didn’t even like TF One Megs by the end). 😒

. And this is exactly how I imagine Megs recruiting his victims followers, especially when he’s interested in particular ones (it freaking happens in my AU but anyway— 😀).

Step 1: Show up at the right moment, when they are at their lowest. Act nice, very nice, and make yourself look less intimidating, by changing into something that’s not only small, but also capable of protection. Hence, a gun (gun-tank hybrid whatever—maybe he’s a triple changer like my AU).

It’s his way of communicating that he trusts you/sees your potential, and that you better could trust him because he will protect you, and guide you, and care for you, etc.— He’s totally not luring you into a false sense of security so he could use you. 🙂🫠

Step 2: Use information you know (to get even more personal) and high emotions to your advantage.

Step 3: ?????????????

Step 4: Profit until you get what’s coming to you.

Dammit why is he so magnetic? Forget the fusion cannon, that’s the scariest thing about him people!

My overall theory:

Genvo tragically said too much. Maybe he was trying to impress and gain Megs’ favor (somebody who he already looks up to), so he mentioned their (or just Ulchtar’s) clan (part of the Cybertronian defense force? Oh boy).

They’re numerous, fliers, and most valuably of all, some are outliers (have powers). Skywarp’s teleportation. The Rainmakers’ acid. Sunstorm’s radiation. Oh, how destructive that would be in a fight…

So, he put a tracker/recorder on Genvo (with or without his knowledge), wanting to find out what the clan’s deal was. Or maybe he or Soundwave just straight up stalked them via their alt modes, I wouldn’t be surprised. Are they interested in a side? Apparently not, and for Megs that’s a problem. Let’s make them interested.

Akin to the Aligned novels, he blows their territory up, intending to blame it on the Autobots. Genvo, perhaps aware of Megs’ plan/true intentions, is merely one loose end to tie.

In the end, Genvo wasn’t special or that useful, but he made for good fridge stuffing.

Idk how Omega Supreme factors into this. Maybe Optimus did blast Genvo. Nevertheless, Megs once again proves that he is the biggest selfish douchebag who cares more about himself than Cybertron’s future (unless proven otherwise?).

And I hope Carly wins/finds happiness along with Spike. Peace out. ✌️

[ask-a-bot]

WOAH! puppy dog be upon ye!! (He doesn't have a name yet, he was a surprise puppy, mom didn't even look pregnant)

Mine?

No, Starscream.

No fair! Thundercracker gets a puppy!

In a series of comics that are all about him! There is no puppy. There is no Commander Fairweather! Merryweather. Whatever her name is supposed to be.

Maybe it just hasn't happened yet, Megatron!

I very much doubt that.

Why? They were right about him writing soppy Earth dramas – how could anyone know that? Only his trine knows about that and I didn't blab about it.

Skywarp is 1) an idiot and 2) a gossip.

She wouldn't!

Would she?

I believe she would. Especially seeing as she told me all about it before.

The dirty traitor! Trine secrets are meant to be sacred!

And now he has gone off to start one of his famous tantrums. Wonderful.

The dog pictures are very nice. Congratulations on your new pet and thank you for sharing them.

I advise against telling Starscream where you reside, however.

[brandwhorestarscream]

elite trine x elite trine

I'm telling you right now that Starscream is the one getting sparked up, solely because he is such a size queen and demands double penetration every single time the trine faces. Double the spike means double the transfluid, and even though they're all stocked up on contraceptives, eventually having his gestation tank so full bites him in the aft.

Now, the elite trine are old lovers. They've been around a long time. You will never convince me that they didn't have at least one litter of sparklings sometime before Vos fell. Probably more. They all died in the fall. So Starscream knows what this feeling is--the swelling, the nausea, the sudden rampant hunger.

And he's in denial.

He's terrified. This can't be happening! Not now, not again, not here! Not while they're stranded on earth, not while he and Megatron are at their very worst, not when Vosians are on the very brink of extinction and there's less than a hundred of them left! No, no, no! This could not be worse, it really could not be any worse-

There's nine of them.

Starscream screeches in devastation and anger and a million other emotions when he bears his spark before a mirror and there's more than three, more than six, and sure enough seven, eight, nine teeny tiny sparks like little sprinkles of stardust orbiting around his. That's nothing crazy for a seeker, they always have sparklings in threes, but nine! It's just him and his mates--there's the rest of the airforce, of course, but they're not a proper aerie! He can't possibly terminate them, not when Vos's people are one bad battle away from total annihilation, but he can't keep them!

He dusts off some old protocols and tries desperately to put the sparklings into diapause, refusing to breathe a word of their existence to anyone. With their growth frozen he can double his efforts to finish this war and then they can go home and the little ones can be born safely. That's the plan, anyway.

Unfortunately, diapause takes a lot of energy. It has to keep all of the sparklings suspended in what is essentially a cryosleep funded by his own body, for all nine of them, and that's got very serious demands on his frame. Demands that he can't realistically cater to for long. He's very sneaky for awhile and does everything in his power to distract, misdirect, keep anyone from noticing the extra fuel going missing, but it's not long until Soundwave catches him. Recognizes the shift in his EM field and the way he walks, and promptly rats him out to Megatron.

Big boss is far from happy, but is honestly more exasperated than anything. Of course. If anyone was going to get themselves knocked up during wartime, it would be Starscream, wouldn't it? Then, he does something that's worse than anything he's ever done before:

Assigns his SIC to desk work

Starscream is seething! His position as air commander has been handed over to Thundercracker (who's none too pleased about the situation either), and he's been taken off active field duty for the foreseeable future. He's more prone to making mistakes and having lessened reaction time in his "condition", and Megatron wants these new seekerlings born healthy. Which will be kind of hard if their carrier gets himself blown up, so Starscream is stuck at the base devising battle formation strategy and barking at the air force not to get sloppy in his absence.

His two mates are no help either, he'll grumble to anyone that will listen. Skywarp's been following him around like a lovesick puppy and always wants to feel his belly and coo nonsense to his chassis, and no amount of wriggling away will get him to stop. He's so clingy its suffocating, always sneaking cheeky kisses and tummy pats. He thinks Starscream is just more and more adorable the more his belly grows 🤭 and Thundercracker remembers perfectly all the things Starscream likes when he's expecting, exactly what kind or sour snacks and how he likes the cushions for his wings, and also has the dietary supplement table memorized. If he's having 9 bitties they'll each roughly be X amount of weight when 30% grown so he needs to drink at minimum Y number of cubes a day to keep up with their growth demand and-

So on and so forth. Overall, they're excited, but deep down... they're all individually terrified of loss. When Vos was bombed, the seeker population lost 95-98% of it's members. They lost everyone, every parent, aunt, uncle, cousin, and distant relative: it's only by sheer luck that they survived. Their previous litter of bitties was lost then, though they don't know how they died. Every familial bond they had shattered that day and the bodies were never recovered. They don't know if they suffered. They don't know if they were scared. They don't know if it was instant or if it was dragged out and torturous. All they know is the deep, gaping loss left behind by the lost sparkling bonds still ring so painfully and clear-cut it's near debilitating sometimes. They're afraid that the autobots will take these ones away, too: that they'll die at the hands of bigoted grounders that think they don't deserve to live just for being children of the sky. They're so afraid that they won't be able to protect them, and that they'll lose them, too.

It shows in the way Starscream paces and mumbles feverishly to himself at 3 a.m. It shows in the way Skywarp becomes vicious and bloodthirsty on the battlefield, and it shows in the way Thundercracker carefully curls his shaking hands around his mate's belly in the middle of the night when he thinks they're asleep, muffled sobs overlayed with whispered prayers to please, please let this time be different.

When the bitties finally arrive they're in little eggs, 9 perfect little spheres with rubber outer shells and stuffed to the brim with gelatinous filling. Every egg pulses strongly with the force of the infant spark within, and they can see outlines of their children, all curled up in the fetal position and almost ready to hatch. They've already prepared a nest for their eggs, a perfectly warm and secure spot where one of them will always be there to watch them. Mostly Starscream, as the other two have more work to do, but he doesn't mind. He can read and draw up plans while sitting next to them, occasionally reaching to turn them if he thinks one looks cold, and making sure to talk to fill the silence. Sometimes to them, sometimes to himself to narrate what he's doing, just so the sparklings know they aren't alone.

When they start to hatch Skywarp and Thundercracker both get a frantic keysmash text from Starscream falling out of his chair, then another with ITS TIME!!!! followed by a blurry picture of their nest, and one of the eggs has a noticeable hairline fracture in it. Skywarp, bless his spark, is so excited and also very much not thinking straight, grabs Thundercracker's hand and forcibly sprints out of the command center dragging him along. It takes him a full 10 seconds to realize his mate is telling him to, "Just teleport us!"

"...oh yeah!"

They arrive just in time to witness the birth of their first son: a darling little seekerling that's all blue head to toe with a deep gray faceplate and Skywarp's eyes. These babies are tiny, as there are nine of them, they can easily be cradled in their hands. Skywarp moves to pick him up and promptly gets nipped at: Starscream laughs, and lowers his helm to chirp at the little one. Bitty responds in turn, knowing instinctively that this is his carrier, and reaches out both tiny servos to him.

His siblings come quickly after, all range of lovely color combinations: a red and purple one, white and blue, black and white, on and on it goes! They're all beautiful and healthy, and the proud parents give them all names befitting Vosians, as well as a solemn promise: to never, ever let anything hurt them. To love and protect them now, for always, and forever 💖

[zehecatl]

Skywarp's been making a pathetic, low-droning, whining sound for the past who-knows how many cycles.

It's been constant. It's been nonstop. It's been driving Starscream insane.

"What!" he snaps, finally, slamming his soldering iron on the table; pivots on his seat, wings bristling, annoyance so sharp he can taste it.

Skywarp, piled up on his berth, covered in a not-innumerable amounts of blankets, looks at him with what Starscream can best describe as a kicked puppy expression. Optics wide, glimmering, body curled more or less into itself. He looks, frankly, pathetic.

"What," Starscream repeats, leaning back. He knows that look.

Skywarp whines. Kicks the sound up a notch, so Starscream can really hear how pitiful and sad it is, and it doesn't do much but deepen the sneer on Starscream's face.

"Whatever it is you want- no."

Skywarp, somehow, manages to whine louder. He flops down, the sound loud and sharp, entirely at odds with whatever display he's trying to put on, and then turns, pushing up the pile of blankets to make a visible little cove, and no.

"I am not cuddling with you," he sneers, turning right back around. He picks up his smoldering iron, except it's not so much pick up, as lying his servo flat on it, digits curling in. "Absolutely not."

Skywarp repeats the whining sound. And then, when Starscream ignores him, does it again, this time with as much drag as possible, the sound falling over itself, pulled along for much too long.

Starscream swears. Internally. And extremely colourfully.

"Where's Thundercrack," he says, flat, not as much a question as a demand. Behind him, the whine stops, and Starscream does not look, because he knows exactly what he'd see- Skywarp, perking up, like a dog smelling treats, and they have been on this planet for too long.

"Not here," he says, and Starscream winces, because he does, admittedly, sound rough. There's a roughness to his voice, like the words can barely get free, and it's not like Starscream wasn't aware of the fact that Skywarp is, like, sick. Sick-sick. But it was very easy to ignore, especially with the way he had spent most of the day curled up on his berth, deep in recharge, but-

He sighs. Wings drooping. Behind him, Skywarp cheers, and then stops, likely because it hurts to cheer.

Starscream pinches the bridge of his nose.

"Move over," he says, and gets up. There's a clatter behind him, the sound of fabric rustling, and when Starscream turns around, Skywarp is looking at him, grin wide on his face.

Starscream should shoot him.

Instead, he gets onto the berth- it's bigger than a normal one, something Starscream's personally got done, because loath as he is to admit it, Seekers can get clingy- and barely has time to settle before Skywarp pushes himself close, wriggling up into his space.

"Don't infect me," Starscream says, sneering, but it falls flat- especially since he moves his arm out of the way to make more space, and when Skywarp's finally settled in as close as possible, he drapes his arm back down, right over him.

Skywarp's hot. A fever, likely, and Starscream slides his servo up along his back, puts digits to the curve of his neck, and gauges the temperature- it's not too bad, all things considered, but it's still high enough something like worry ticks alive in his spark.

"You better be running some antivirus," he chides, and Skywarp makes a soft little sound against his chassis, wings fluttering. Starscream sighs.

He should, truthfully, be working. Even here, trapped in Skywarp's embrace, Starscream could pull up schematics, could look over plans, could- do something.

Skywarp's a warm weight at his front. Too warm, really, but it's been... a while.

So he settles himself. Slides down a little, loops an arm around Skywarp's middle, and- breathes.

There is nothing to do, he tells himself. You can be here, with Skywarp, safely.

Skywarp nuzzles his helm against him. Makes a low sound, so low Starscream barely recognizes him- a purr, he thinks, and could laugh. Cry, maybe.

The war takes so much from them. But this- this single moment- Starscream thinks he can keep.

So he closes his optics. Vents out, in. And when Skywarp repeats that sound at him, the low sound of something satisfied, happy, Starscream repeats it back- haltingly, rough, but there.

[the-starry-lycan]

Prowl, father of three daughters Slipstream, Thundercracker, and Blitzwing XD

I will protect the puppies with EVERYTHING- they are so precious and wobbly.. these little fuzzballs get the most intimidating names, lmao..

[robot-rarepairs-dotcom]

so I recently found this blog and it's perfect to spew my soundwave/blaster propaganda

In a no war au blaster would totally be the one in the relationship to very happily announce their conjunxing (with Soundwave's permission of course) to every one of his friends and allies he could, while Soundwave quietly sends a comm to like three people saying he's getting conjunxed. Blaster would also be the one who smothers really touch-starved Soundwave in his much deserved affection. I love super affectionate puppy blaster and serious and stoic yet secretly enjoys the shower of affection soundwave

Yes shower that man in affection he deserves all the cuddles ever

Also Blaster telling the whole galaxy while Soundwave is like um Thundercracker I’m getting conjured sorry to bother you

[splendidbadger]

Radiant Hope!Thundercracker Headcanons

Time to post headcanons for Radiant Hopes cast!!

Hes the 2nd oldest of the Elite Trine

He’s also the shortest

TC isn’t immune to his own sonic booms as a result TC is partially deaf, and uses both Chirolinguistics and Vosian sign language both Star and Warp know both as well!

He also has tinnitus and gets flare ups (like me he gets it worse in his left receptor)

TC has volume control issues especially when emotional or excited

If startled he will sonic boom without meaning to

Hes secretly a huge hopeless romantic (everyone knows this this fuckers library is only romance novels of varying quality)

He’s still a writer because I like the concept for him but like he’s not the best writer. Thundercracker knows he’s not talented or great but he likes it, that’s all that matters is he enjoys it

Everything is puppy shaped if you’re brave enough

[artsy-hobbitses]

do you think Thundercracker, while helping Marissa with her NGOs and seeing the refugees and all those effected of the war and is like “Oh God, I never wanted it to be like this” or a “Oh God, what have I done…”

A little! The thing you gotta know about Teo Cortes (TC) is that he’s led a VERY sheltered life under Sharifuddin/Shockwave’s care and protection, and always with the weight of what could happen to him if the world knew what he could do constantly hanging over his head.

In fact, that’s likely how Marissa finds him—he’d already been marked as an Important Asset by Functionist splinter cells, and when he left the Cons’ territory, he didn’t have their protection and was brutally bagged and tagged for research purposes until her men manage to free him (which is why he tags along with her because he wants to be free but with no Institute and no Cons for the first time in his life, nothing out here in the great big unforgiving world to show him the way forward, no script, he’s like a lost puppy—likely why he bonds with Buster so quickly)

Of course he makes a great actor, he’s been playing a role and fooling everyone outside the Institute his entire life! And he HATES it!

He doesn’t regret fighting for Megatron’s cause in its early days, he literally doesn’t really know better—what he KNOWS is that he wants a world where his Institute friends, and Ravage and Laserbeak can be FREE without being treated as second class or immediately commissioned as government property.

He does regret it took him as long as it did to realise that Megs’ way to get there wasn’t the way he wanted to get there either.

Stefan/Starscream had always pointed out (both mockingly and in a sad sort of affection some days when they’re bantering more like brothers) that Teo was never meant for the battlefield, and some day, Teo won’t have to be.

So he doesn’t dwell on it too much! He’s here right now, that’s all that matters, and all he can do is keep writing the script to the pages of this new chapter in his life and embrace his new role, one with a group and a person he doesn’t have to play pretend (whether it be a ‘normal man’ or a soldier) with.

[revelboo]

Thundercracker crumbs? 🫣 maybe Skywarp finding out about his human?

Skywarp will figure it out quickly, but not quite yet

Better Open the Door Pt 5

IDW Thundercracker x Reader

• You’re still upset with him, sitting with your back to the wall and your legs drawn up. Frowning up at him when he enters his quarters. “You have to eat,” he says, venting heavily when he notices the food he left you is untouched. “I’m not really such bad company, am I?” He means it as a joke, but you just lay your chin on top of your knees, your arms wrapping around your legs. And stare at him, making that coiling unease wrapped around his spark dig in a little harder.

• He’s trying to make you smile, because he can’t seem to understand why you’re upset with him. You’re not some star crossed lovers and even if he thinks he’s in love with you, it’s just because of how much silliness he’s filled that processor with. He just wants to be in love. Movie night is now every night and he’s swapped from action movies to only romantic comedies. And you’re convinced that he thinks he’s the lead in one of those movies. Trying so hard to win you over and unable to see how ludicrous it is. “I need to go home. Just take me back and I’ll pretend this never happened,” you say. “We can go back being friends, okay?”

• “We are friends.” And he can’t go back. You’re the one thing he had to look forward to before and those interactions had only been a couple hours. Not nearly enough. Meeting you, spending time with you had just driven home how lonely he was. His trine rarely has time for him, drifting further and further apart since arriving on Earth. He hates the quiet, the silence where there had once been chatter and company. Just play along with him. Smile and talk to him, because whatever this is spreading between you hurts. “If you need something, I can get it for you.” Kneeling in front of the berth, he lays his arms on the surface, palm down and rests his chin on one arm. Trying to look as harmless as he can, his wings drooping. “Smile for me. Please.”

• Another ploy? An attempt to trick you into playing his game? Except, he sounds almost lost. And staying mad at him when he’s essentially giving you puppy optics? Shoulders slumping when he stretches out a servo but stops just shy of touching you. Looking hurt and hopeful at the same time. You’re a fool, but you lay your palm against the tip of his servo and offer him a weak smile. If it’ll satisfy him into letting you go, you can play house with him. Maybe if you get him off the love stories kick, he’ll realize how silly he’s being. That it can’t possibly work between you two, you’re just too different. He’ll get bored and let you go. He has to.

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[cyber-streak-2]

{The ghost that lives in/haunts the Autobot’s base and who they all befriended doesn’t remember her name, so the Autobots just call her by certain nicknames, while also trying to think of an actual name, because a lot of the nicknames are usually ‘Kid’, ‘Ghost’, ‘Spirit’, stuff like that.}

{The ghost can’t actually leave the base, so as much as she wants to leave with the Autobots sometimes, or go after a ‘Con (mainly Megatron) if any of them did something, she really can’t.}

Even if these ones aren’t around- since, y’know, death, I’d still want to mention what they’re called, anyway:

Hot Rod: They/Them/Themself.

Red Alert: He/Him/Himself, She/Her/Herself.

Jazz: It/It’s/Itself, He/Him/Himself.

Alpha Trion: He/Him/Himself.

Arcee: She/Her/Herself, MtF.

Sideswipe: They/Them/Themself, He/Him/Himself.

Sunstreaker: He/Him/Himself, FtM.

{While Thundercracker is doing things in Universe 2, it spots a little puppy being attacked by something, and saves her- and after doing so, TC decides to adopt the puppy. The puppy is Buster, although he doesn’t come up with the name for about three months, so it just calls her ‘puppy’ for a while.}

{Grimlock already got accidentally sent to Universe 2, where Wheeljack was— and shortly after that, about one month, the rest of the Dinobots ended up with there with Grim and their dad. Ratchet is worried.}

{There were more that Megatron had killed besides the seven first mentioned. And those are:

Bluestreak: He/Him/Himself, FtM.

Springer: He/Him/Himself.

Riptide: They/Them/Themself.

Cerebros: It/It’s/Itself, They/Them/Themself.

Eject: They/Them/Themself.

Sentinel Prime: He/Him/Himself.}

{In Universe 1, since no human actually knows about the Autobots or ‘Cons there, when Powerglide met Astoria- and the two eventually started dating- the two planned on not telling anybody.}

{Just like IDW, Tarantulas & Springer are father and son. Tarantulas knows that Springer is dead- which is already bad enough, but Tarantulas doesn’t know that it was Megs who killed him. But when it does find out...}

More alive characters that are fully present in this:

Sky-Byte (Universe 1): He/Him/Himself, They/Them/Themself.

{Sky-Byte was originally a Decepticon in this, but about eleven years ago before all the Universe stuff started, he decided to join the Autobots}

Dark-Scream (Universe 1): They/Them/Themself.

{Dark-Scream, like Sky-Byte, was originally a Decepticon. Although they never joined the Autobots- instead, they are a neutral, but they and Sky-Byte frequently help each-other out, and just hang out.}

Overlord (Unknown): He/Him/Himself, They/Them/Themself, She/Her/Herself.

{Overlord certainly has plans to step on someone once they get out of this Void and into one of the Universes.}

Star Saber (Universe 2): He/Him/Himself.

{Star Saber never had Jan in Universe 1, however, he’ll finally get a son in Universe 2.}

{Star Saber is almost never around the rest of the Autobots- both in Universe 2 and 1, his appearance is rare, even on the day when he got taken to the second Universe with everyone else.}

//Tags: @aecholapis @ivycorp @novafire-is-thinking @themultifandomtransguy

[deepwater-abyss]

Thundercracker, loyal Decepticon and member of the Elite Trine. Very passionate about Earth and its native inhabitants.

More below

Thundercracker, or TC as everyone calls him, is rather gentle. Though he easily stands his own in a fight, he dislikes getting into them. He's often the one to end a fight for Starscream or Skywarp.

Before Skyfire, TC often helped other unfortunate bots. Even after Skyfire helped them, he still spent most of his time helping others. He enjoyed watching the cyberfauna and found the beastial forms of the beastformers interesting, perhaps more so than the carformers such as himself. Many beastformers did not let their beast form dictate what they could and could not do.

TC eagerly went with Starscream to Kaon. Like his siblings, he was a valuable member, not as strong as the heavyweights like Dreadwing or Breakdown, but he was quick thinking. TC actually became close to Breakdown, and the two decided to form an amica endura bond to solidify the bromance.

TC was there when Megatron was brought back by the power of ichor. Though not as superstitious as their siblings, TC still always felt a creeping feeling whenever near Megatron. They still tried to act as though nothing changed. But it had. And they hated denying such.

After being reawakened on Earth, TC quickly fell in love with everything about it. The plants, the animals, the colors and sky and air. It was clear, a beautiful blue, one xe wanted to share the color of. And the animals were so strange yet so familiar. There were birds, and reptiles, and while the insects were small, nearly microscopic, they were insects.

TC eventually took a holoform and got themself a puppy. They also met a human named Marissa Faireborn, a scientist in the field of biology and eco activist. TC enjoyed spending time with her, and gladly accompanied her to whatever it was, field work or activivism. It wasn't long before TC was starting to fall in love with Marissa, and Marissa felt the same.

Eventually she asked him out. TC couldn't keep her in the dark forever, especially since she wanted to be potential sparkmates, or boyfriend and girlfriend as humans called it. Nervously, he revealed who he really was. Marissa felt hurt at first, that TC hadn't said so sooner, but he was still the same person, err, mech. Marissa couldn't officially join the Decepticons, but she could claim neutral, which she already had.

TC and Marissa both wish to continue the relationship after the war. If it ends anytime soon. Until then, well, they're still in love and they aren't falling out.

[seeker-of-the-stars]

Random Cygate (and Whirl) Headcanons because I’m bored

(Warning for slight N//SFW and spoilers)

--- They're both total cat people (bots?). Cyclonus loves their calm demeanor and independent personalities, while Tailgate is just a sucker for anything small and cute. They keep a few on earth that they’ll visit every few months, and Thundercracker takes care of them while they’re gone

--- After he almost lost him for good, Cyclonus has become a lot more communicative about his feelings and will often tell Tailgate how much he means to him. He’s also become a lot more sensitive to Tailgate’s feelings and will help calm him down whenever he’s anxious about something.

--- Everyone expects Tailgate to love cuddles, but surprisingly, Cyclonus is a big cuddle bug as well. It’s rare when they aren’t curled up in each others arms when sleeping and will often get grumpy if they have to sleep apart.

--- Tailgate is mostly a bottom, but he likes to switch things up sometimes. Cyclonus is kind of neutral to both positions, so he doesn't mind either as long as Tailgate is happy.

--- Tailgate is also the kinkier of the two, by a lot. He spent 6 million years unconscious under a cave, and is ready to make up for lost time by doing all the things he wasn’t able to before

--- He'll to sometimes go to Whirl for new ideas to try in the berth, which he’s all too happy to help with

--- Tailgate loves to be picked up and will often bully Cyclonus into carrying him whenever they go somewhere (Cyclonus doesn't mind, even though he'll roll his eyes and act annoyed)

--- Tailgate is the master of puppy dog eyes, and will often use it to his advantage. Cyclonus is (very slowly) building up a tolerance, but Whirl falls for it every time

--- When provoked, Tailgate will fight anyone at any given time, even if they're more than twice his size. This has led to several encounters where Cyclonus has had to fight off several angry bots at once to defend him.

--- So basically, Cyclonus is 80% of Tailgate's impulse control.

--- When Whirl is released from jail and comes to live with them, Cyclonus becomes 100% of his impulse control.

--- He and Tailgate form an absolute chaos duo and go on adventures that Cyclonus often has to clean up afterwards.

--- Someone help this poor purple man, he is so stressed.

--- Despite this, he wouldn't trade either of them for the world and is happier now than he's ever been in his life.