#forged starscream

[thethunderthedragonfruit]

need-to-know basis

when chromedome backed up brainstorm's lie about being forged was he being a true bestie or did he genuinely not know. this haunts me

[pocoslip]

I saw a Starscream/Seeker Figure where he has a Fembot Body and I wanna see her get Repainted into Slipstream

(Collection Space is the 3rd Party Transformers Company who made this "Starqueen" Figure)

[toxknight]

First time using Hero Forge and I wanted to attempt doing TFP Starscream but you can tell I just completely gave up halfway through lmao

I love old man Screamer...

My mind has been plagued thinking about a fantasy AU for Transformers so I guess this somewhat counts as that ??

[cosmics-beings]

Drift making stickers, banners, shirts, just to make sure EVERYONE knows he’s the one responsible for the bitlets growing inside Ratchet (and his conjunx also growing grumpiness).

Drift, wearing a shirt: I’ve sparked my conjunx

Rodimus, wearing a shirt: my amica sparked his conjunx

Ratchet, unwillingly wearing a shirt: my conjunx sparked me

I want (and still plan to) draw this and even write this so bad. i wanted to draw it this week but my job got in the way T-T but I'm also saving this so i can draw them because them all in their T-Shirts would be so funny.

I can just imagine drift and rodimus being so damn chummy and laughing, and then ratchet is moping on the side. not only because he was forced to wear a shirt that basically screamed he got fucked side-ways, on the counter, on the floor, on the wall, etc., my drift, but he is so grumpy too. he is so damn grumpy like he has an attitude, the sparklings are probably gonna come out with one.

Like they take a family picture, especially for the sparkling shower, and it's ridiculous. I mean, Rodimus and Drift have a good time. Ratchet is a mixture of tired and stressed because he has a million surgeries to conduct--tho Drift won't let him do that. He wants his conjunx to rest.

also trivia but my dratchet sparklings actually don't look like ratchet. none of them look like him, they all favor drift at different stages in his life. however, they do actually have healing abilities. like they are outliers and all their outlier ability is to heal, though one's is to take life away with her touch. she becomes a doctor however and is as good as ratchet. Also adkjfaj Ratchet is still a doctor at that time.

Drift and Ratchet in my aus never actually stop having children so i cannot cap it. Like yeah we know in LL Ratchet dies but I've explained how he's still alive in my aus even after that and guess what...they go right back to having children. Ratchet always carries because in my aus personally, Drift has trauma with carrying because of things that happened in his past. He actually got his forge tank/valve removed. Originally, Rathcet wouldn't have cared to sire or anything, like he expected that's how it would be with he and Drift but Drift is very serious about being a sire.

[artforalytidae]

Introducing your local Leader of the New Cybertronian Highguard: Talos!

(check the tags for lore!)

[scribe-of-hael]

now Starscream has been depicted with 4 optic colors

Red

Yellow

Blue

Purple

He's had the RAINBOW 🌈

[aircommndr]

@forged-through-flames asked: He demands a kiss simply to be a pain in the ass. 💋

"Ya know, I wanna be angry about this." he admits. "But truthfully anyone who can annoy the scrap out of Megatron in my absence is ok in my book."

He grabs him by the helm and pulls him in for a big kiss.

[13urningstars]

Reply to @autobotstarscream

He hands her a bowl "So you don't like forging day in general, or not a fan of whatever the kids are up to?"

She hums, gladly taking the bowl. "Its a bit of both, i think. Forging day is very important to me my guardians always insisted on celebrating it, but i havent celebrated since the war, so im not too sure how to feel about it." She pauses, before continuing. "Earth doesnt have what i need to follow tradition, and it feels.... wrong to celebrate without them"

"Plus, jennie keeps trying to feed me this thjng called a birthday cake? Im pretty sure that'll fuck up my tanks" she chuckles

[kenjikfc]

I think there’s a few options. Here are the most standard IMO:

Personal Space. (The easy, neutral option. Requires a large berth but quite doable.)

Head-on-stomach. (Romanticized in holo-films, Cybertronian media wants you to believe this is how ALL winged mechs share berths. Picture this tooth-rottingly charming scene: You, your partner sharing space, their head in your lap; almost as close to your spark as they can get. Your wings are attractively splayed out to either side, the berth is warm and cozy, their calm and sleepy adoration spills into the air as they smile up at you… HAH! The truth is, due to the high percentage of warframe-spec fliers, this is an exercise in trust and often in futility.)

somehow both directly opposed to and overlapping with #2 there is …SEEKER PILE!!!!! (e.g. the wings are there TO be laid on and if you can’t throw someone off that’s on YOU.)

Am I the only person wondering how one would share a berth with a winged mech without like, laying on their wings? It's not like they're detachable.

[planetformer-central]

Thank you for making this baby prime AU, it's a boost of serotonin seeing each art of it!

How do Starscream and Soundwave feel about the Primes they once guarded now having been reborn?

I've already done Soundwave, so here's Starscream. This is part 1 of a set of comic pages I have sketched.

That said, in the TF1 Baby Primes AU, Starscream is not a meme worthy character. He is cunning, exceptionally so. He was trained from the moment of his forging to be a soldier, eventually being taken under the wing of Liege Maximo himself. He watched the Cybertronian empire fall. He witnessed Crystal City, the crown jewel of Cybertron, burn. He was so loyal during the war that he was allowed to know of the Primes reincarnations and even serve as a teacher to Prima during his regular rebirths. Additionally, he served in a priestly position to fill in after the Primacy was destroyed. He tried to keep the ancient customs of Cybertron alive, no matter the cost to himself.

Starscream is old, and above all else, he's unwavering in his goals. He wants nothing more than for the old empire to return, and for his Lords to be able to go back to their traditional roles as wandering guardians and guides. For the sake of his goals, he has allied himself with Megatron and remains loyal in the hope that Megatron might show his Lords the error of their ways and convince them to come back with the High Guard.

One of his notable quotes regarding the situation is as follows:

"Our Lords are young yet. And during this delicate time after rebirth, they imprint easily. Their loyalty to Optimus is pure and unwavering, at least for now. But as they age, so long as they are shown the truth, they will begin to stray from him. That is when we strike. That is when we can bring them home."

[lets-try-some-writing]

"Starscream and his spark-split siblings were supposed to be made into speakers directly following their forging. However, due to mismanagement, they were late to arrive at their respective positions. The Starscream we know took to his position as Speaker for Vos... very poorly." - Rewind, Sanctioned Recorder

Lore below the cut.

City Speakers are always chosen from amongst a very rare selection of Cybertronians. Due to a desire to keep the Titans from becoming political tools, Speakers are required to be spark split twins or triplets. The long standing belief is that if the Speakers are spark split, they will be less likely to turn their Titans into political weapons or scheme against each other. It has worked well enough, and so the tradition has held.

Before they inherited their names and T-cogs, Starscream and his brothers were miners. Due to an influx of newbuilds coming out looking quite similar, no one suspected the triplets to be spark split. And so, no one was ever informed that there were new Speakers ready to be taken and trained. For centuries, the triplets were simple workers and close as could be. That only changed after a chance encounter with a high ranking cogged bot gave them away.

They were promptly taken by the Speakers of that era, separated, and trained to serve and speak on the behalf of their particular Titan. Starscream got the short end of the stick in being given to Vos. Due to his Titan being one of Cybertron's best kept secrets, Starscream had to be both the Winglord and the Speaker at the same time without revealing the latter position. Normally, these roles would align well. But Vos has been flying for millennia, and the ancient Titan is in constant pain due to the overpopulation of his frame. Titans cannot fully comprehend pain, and thus, more often than not, Speakers for Vos can constantly hear him screaming.

It is maddening, and the only reason Starscream hasn't gone mad is due to the time he spent in the mines hardening him mentally. With that said, his predecessor was not a kind teacher (being half mad himself). Starscream carries scars to this very day.

[radioactiverats]

Mentor Starscream x seeker!reader (3/?)

Starscream drags you out of bed at 3am for some one-on-one training <3

I know Starscream can get Mean which is a whole other story but that's usually around humans, autobots, and his own backstabbing faction. I do wonder what side of him we'd see if we the reader were Cybertronian, a seeker, had a shared a history with him and was favoured. If Starscream seems gentler here that's my reasoning, cuz I want to see him be sassy but Fond. Self-indulgence here as usual!

Thank you everyone for your lovely comments, likes and reblogs!! I appreciate you all <3

"-adet. Cadet!"

You online abruptly to Starscream's voice and shriek when his faceplate swims into crystal clear view right above yours, glaring down at you.

"Finally. Get up," he commands brusquely, and doesn't wait for you to respond before pivoting sharply around and striding out of his habsuite.

You blink after him for a nanoklik before scrambling off the berth to follow. What time even is it? All is quiet in the base - all the Decepticons are clearly still asleep. You're tired as well, but the strangeness of the situation gets your processor back into gear reasonably quickly.

Trying to keep up with Starscream's massive strides, you obediently chase after him. Your curiosity finally gets the better of you when he strides through the massive entrance of the base without hesitation to the brisk, cool air of the outdoors.

"Uh," you hedge, timidly. "Where are we going, sir?"

Starscream stops at that, quite suddenly, and you yelp as you crash rather unceremoniously into his broad back. Somehow, Starscream doesn't reprimand you immediately for your lack of alertness.

"Training," he replies, in clipped tones.

You have to admit, you weren't expecting that. When a few nanokliks pass and you still haven't responded, he glances over his shoulder at you. "Surely you don't think you've graduated just because the academy blew up."

It takes everything in you to suppress the very inappropriate snort of laughter that nearly breaks free.

"No, sir."

"Thank Primus for small miracles. Hurry up, then."

He resumes his ridiculously speedy pace, forging quickly through the Terran grass with his long legs. You glance up as you hurry after him - it's a lovely, clear night, and you can see countless glittering stars and planets above you. All around you is quiet aside from the occasional chirp of some Earth insect and the gentle rustling of long grass in the wind. In other words, perfect for flying. You can't help the bubbling excitement in your chassis - it had been a long time since you'd really experienced freedom in flight. Since the incident with the academy, every time you'd taken to the skies was in the name of battle. Your excitement, admittedly, also stemmed from another reason - you can't remember the last time that you had Starscream's full attention on you. Ever since leaving Cybertron, he'd always been distracted one way or another, and Megatron's tyrannical whims often kept him away from you for long cycles. Despite being allowed to share his habsuite, he also worked late into the night, back to you as he muttered strings of coordinates to himself with you curled up on the berth behind, your worried optics trained on his frame until you could no longer resist falling into recharge. He was always gone by the time you onlined, as well. Back then, there was something especially thrilling, especially intimate about having Starscream's attention on you during training.

In the early stages, he treated each of you with the same curt impassivity, focused on each of you equally as you took turns to execute his instructions. You were waiting in line, trembling with both anticipation and apprehension as the cadet in front of you landed with a stumble - Starscream had ex-vented with a snarl, waving the terrified cadet away. "Can none of you get this simple maneuver right?" he barked. "Back in line! No one leaves until you can execute this even in recharge!"

Shaking his helm, he turns back to the front of the line and you stand a little straighter as his optics slide over to you. Starscream cocked his helm as recognition settled into his optics and all at once taking on an air of interest. He remembered you, then.

"Well?" He'd said. Foul mood forgotten, a small smirk played at the corner of his intake. "Surely you can do better than that."

You nod, frame thrumming with determination as you leap up, transforming and blasting into the burnt orange sky. The first loop you made nearly threw you off balance as the g-force hit you - but thankfully, you recovered quickly and were prepared when you dove breathlessly into a second loop, and then a third, exhilaration propelling you forwards.

On the ground, Starscream's sharp optics tracked every move you made. The sheer sense of joyful liberation you exuded called to his spark - while appearing meek when your pedes were on the ground, you were every inch a true seeker in the air, unrestrained and free. Without thinking, Starscream found himself transforming, and blasting off into the skies after you. High up in the stratosphere, you were still delighting in the success that came from pushing yourself to a new limit, exercising strict control over your frame and discovering that the precision of it all brought you even greater thrill than aimless flying. Intoxicated on your high, you nearly flip off course again in shock when Starscream appears within your field of vision to flank you. "Passable," he said, raspy voice crackling through into your comm, and you could have sworn there was a wry note of amusement in his vocalizer. "But you can do better than that. Again."

And he banked off to the side to allow you more airspace. You know what to do this time, and strangely, having Starscream in a front row seat to your second attempt doesn't fill you with nerves but rather with confidence. You dive without hesitation into the first loop, and the second, and on the third, you cannot stop a breathless shout of excitement from escaping your vocalizer as you catch sight of a red, white, and blue blur in your periphery - Starscream doing the maneuver alongside you. "Well done," he says, satisfaction rich in his voice, and the dizzying triumph of successfully executing his commands to fly in sync with him crackles like lightning through your frame as you descend in tandem. You'd never felt more in harmony with the skies and with your commander, feeling invincible at his nod of approval when you transform back into bot-form feeling there was someplace you finally belonged.

Starscream stops when you arrive an open plain, taking a moment to feel the wind on his frame, as if responding to the call of the skies. "Watch," is all he says, before he's transforming and blasting off into the starry night sky. You're transfixed as you watch him flawlessly execute a series of complicated looking twists - not part of his demonstration, but it's strangely intimate to watch Starscream give into the joy and freedom of flying. Every time you watched him in the air, you felt that you'd witnessed some part of him that had been buried deep out of necessity - someone without burdens, someone free to have dreams. The familiarity of it all strikes you, and it feels so long ago that you'd last stood in this position, young and eager to please. The carefree nature of Starscream's flight resonates with you, and you find that long-buried anticipation stirring to life once again.

His alt-mode slows to a stop, before he's tilting downwards, nose to the earth, suddenly accelerating, faster and faster, barreling straight towards the ground. The knowledge that he has complete control over his frame doesn't stop the spark of fear that ripples through you, but at the very last second, he pulls up, engines screaming as he soars parallel with the ground and straight towards you. You're frozen even as the nose of the F-15 speeds at you like lightning, and faster than you can cycle your optics, Starscream smoothly transforms in midair, landing right in front of you with a resounding impact.

The air is still once more in the wake of his landing. You stare up at him, optics wide, as he levelly meets your gaze. You've always coexisted in close proximity, but it's the first time you've ever really looked at him up close. His optics, normally sharp and calculating, hold much more depth than you would have expected. Next to Megatron, the size of Starscream's frame would not have been the first to catch any bot's eye. But then again, Megatron was massive, comparable only to bots like Optimus Prime - and now, as you stand optic to optic in a grassy field, no one else around you - you suddenly become aware of how Starscream towers over you, with his broad frame and proud wings.

He breaks the silence first, but without breaking his gaze into your optics.

"Your turn."

Your vocalizer resets with a click as you nod, stumbling forwards on unsteady pedes. What was that intensity back there? Nonetheless, now isn't the time to dwell on it. Taking to the skies means being fully focused on the present, and you are more than ready to experience the liberation of flying once again.

Leaping up, you shoot into the skies without any particular thought as to where you're going, screaming engines covering the sound of your thrilled hollering. Below you, you could have sworn Starscream's faceplate had relaxed into an expression that could almost be described as indulgent - in the way only a fellow seeker could understand what the skies meant to you.

As you hover to a stop, you try to remember which specific parts of your frame you need to pay attention to. The rush of adrenaline as you tip downwards has you feeling lightheaded - you hurtle towards the solid earth, faster and faster and faster, and right before you would have made devastating impact, focus all your strength on tilting your frame upright, parallel with the ground as you strain against gravity to wrest back control. But all too soon, you realize Starscream is right there, perhaps by design - and your engines screech as you clumsily transform before you can crash into him, pedes slamming gracelessly to the ground as you hurtle forwards, bracing for impact.

However, the pain you expected doesn't come. You crack an optic open to the sensation of two firm, warm servos on your shoulders, steadying you - and a neon orange cockpit swims into view right before your eyes. You glance up to see two blood red optics boring into yours, but it's the sheer amount of emotion in their crimson depths that sends you reeling. Did he remember, too?

"Ah-" you mumble, immediately stumbling back, afraid you'd overstepped. Starscream doesn't say anything, but lets you go even as his optics search your faceplate.

You think for a nanoklik that there's something he wants to tell you. But at the last moment, his optics shutter and whatever nameless emotion you saw a nanoklik ago is abruptly buried. He does not betray any emotion, staring impassively at you.

"You didn't deactivate your thrusters in time. Again."

And you perform the same maneuver again and again, ignoring your aching frame to wonder when it'll be enough for him. You don't voice a word of complaint, but enough is enough on your overworked frame - eventually, you find yourself bent over, fans frantically whirring as you determinedly attempt to ignore all the warnings your screaming frame sends you.

Instead of the command to do it again like you expected, you hear nothing but the steady crunch of dry grass as Starscream approaches. You stare at Starscream's pedes for a few klicks, still hunched over as you fight to get your systems under control. He waits with surprising patience for you to stabilize yourself before speaking.

"In case you haven't noticed," Starscream says tightly, "You, miraculously, are the only one left."

You heave yourself upright and nod hesitantly, unsure where this is going. "Despite your talent, you are still untrained, and you are alone," he continues. Where he was looking up at the sky, Starscream turns his helm to glance at you, optics boring suddenly, intensely, into yours. "If you want any chance at surviving this war, you must be a valuable seeker. You must."

That way, Megatron can't dispose of you so easily goes unsaid.

But what about you? You have to bite your glossa to stop the desperate question from escaping. You'd never felt alone with Starscream by your side. Did that mean he didn't consider you -

"Surely you must have figured out by now that my position within the Deceptions makes me a target," Starscream continues, quietly. "There's a sizable bounty on my helm and as much as I'd like to deny it, I may not be able to outrun all my enemies."

Silence settles somberly on the both of you like a shroud.

You viciously shake your helm, as if this could banish all negative thoughts from your processor and prevent them from manifesting into reality.

Had Starscream been hiding from you how bad things had gotten? Even as the war raged around you, you'd only ever caught glimpses of true devastation, true cruelty. The processor was incredibly adaptable, and despite the continued nightmares, the unceasing fear that constantly drew your plates tight - the routine you'd tentatively settled into with Starscream had not only been your new normal, but a source of comfort as well. What if he - you don't dare to finish that thought, and your optics flick up to see Starscream staring at you, almost sadly.

He looks away then, off into the distance, and you turn your helm to see what he's looking at. The fiery orange sun heralds a new solar cycle on Earth, bathing the open plain and both of you in its amber glow.

"I do not need an academy to train a seeker into excellence," Starscream murmurs. He turns back to you, fiery determination in his optics. "You will complete your training, and Primus help you if you give me anything other than your best."

Like you could ever disappoint him. His determination in turn lights a fire in your spark - once you have mastery over your frame, over the skies - you can become useful. You can protect him.

Starscream searches your optics for a klik more before giving you a curt nod, apparently satisfied with what he'd found. You didn't know what the future would bring, but for now, you stand shoulder to shoulder with your commander and watch the sun rise together.

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Yes the loops are based on the g-force roller coaster of death lol

[tinydefector]

Hi, hello Tiny. I've got a little "Human Effect" scenario in my almost always empty head.

Do you think the Galactic Council would try to persuade the human crew from the Lost Light to abandone their cybertronian friends?. Like, the Council listing all war crimes from the cybertronian war yadayada.

But the humans, especially the Ambassador, always defend their cybertronian crew. I think it will boils down in "but we all love them" type of argument. Until one day the Ambassador just tells them "¡STOP BULLING MY BELOVED CREW YOU GALACTIC RACISTS!".

All the crew would be like D: "they just said that to the Galactic Council?". And the entire human crew would probably start throwing swears and overal talking about all the good things their cybertronians have done.

Side-note, the DJD is also listening (because I need to include them) and they can't believe they are taking the humans side in the discussion.

Ok that would be all from me at the moment. THANKS.

Oh I can definitely see something like this happening.

Enjoy the meme

The council: we can not have you working with the cybertronians any longer due to the amount of war crimes they have committed.

Ambassador: Ha that's rich coming from you, one word. America.

Council: That does not change the matter. We are pulling you out, and if you refuse to return to earth within the time pool given, you will be court martialled and jailed.

Ambassador: than all your so called outpost and new alliances will be for nothing as they than automatically fall into the hands of the cybertronian sector of the union as they are the ones who forged them. Which means all further communications are to go through the cybertronian Alliance and Commander Prowl.

Council now trying to back track: no, that's not what we-

Prowl: Thank you, Ambassador, as I have stated multiple times this is the reason I had stated to Optimus Prime multiple over why a union between our planets wouldn't work out, I had already calculated and assessed that there was a 78. 874% probability of you betraying the alliance.

Council: Ambassador for this you will be reprimanded and interrogated over conspiring with Cybertron.

Ambassador under their breath: oh I've been doing more than that.

Ultra Magnus: due to the hostility of the earth council I ask that the human crew of the Lost Light be allowed asylum on Cybertron

Prowl turning to Optimus: are we allowed to offer that?

Optimus: it is up to Chancellor Starscream

Starscream sitting back watching the shit show and having heard the Ambassador little remark: Ambassador please share the details of what else you have been sharing with the crew.

All the cybertronians knowing full well how much of a shithead Starscream can be.

The Ambassador stand proudly: chancellor Starscream. Permission to use foul language.

Starscream rather amused: granted

Ambassador: I've been fucking most of the crew of the Lost Light and it's been the best sex I've had before. And I don't intend on returning to earth becuase Cybertronian pussy and dick hit different. And yes I Did in fact Fuck Megatron until he whimpered!

Everyone going silent before Starscream cackles: permission for the humans to have asylum.

[mxbenz]

Do you think Soundwave gives birth the traditional sparkling kinda way - or do you think the babies emerge from his chest for the first time after forging them?

alright. alright. XD LOL this is so dumb. my apologies (tw for mechpreg and such)

Soundwave's carrying cycle had been largely uneventful. In fact, most mechs aboard the Nemesis likely wouldn't have even known he was carrying at all, save the slight rounding of his abdomen in his third trimester. There had been fluctuations in his hormonal readings, of course. But those were really only numbers on a scanner. They meant little else to him.

The only real concern was the matter of the Sire.

Megatron and Shockwave, were--of course--both aware that Soundwave had interface with each of them regularly. There was no reason to hide that. Of the two, though, Megatron always seemed to have the more emotional hold-ups about it. But the Decepticon leader was hardly starved for affection. And it had only been a glitch in his regulatory system (thanks to some of Starscream's muddling around in old medical files) that had led to Soundwave allowing his baffles to expire.

It was difficult to tell, without going in and extracting a bit of spark code directly, whose bitlet Soundwave had carried. And, if he were honest (and he usually was), he did not particularly care. A sparkling was a sparkling, regardless of parentage. The fact, though, was that Soundwave's method of emergence would largely be determined by the identity of the sire.

Where Megatron preferred a more physical bond, opting to interface via valve and spike, Shockwave always preferred the much less messy exchange of code via chassis ports. The former, of course, resulted in a much messier emergence, while the latter produced a bitlet that would be perfectly aligned with Soundwave's chassis casing--which would emerge as his casettes always did.

When he had walked into the medbay that day, informing the medic on staff at the time--Bonesaw--that he had entered emergence and would be requiring immediate assistance, he had been fully prepared for either option.

Though, he had not expected both.

"Are you aware there are two, Commander?"

Even behind his ever-composed visor, Soundwave had managed a rare flash of confusion as he stared at Bonesaw with a fair bit of concern.

"Request: Clarify."

"Twins, Commander Soundwave. Well...perhaps not twins. They appear to be housed in separate chambers. Conceived at different times. Potentially..." He trailed off, clearly growing uncomfortable.

"Affirmative: From different Sires."

[revelboo]

HIIII! i just wanted to say I have been devouring your writing; you have such a lovely talent for conjuring whole worlds with such brevity.

Hope the sudden spam of likes/reblogs was okay >u<''

Thanks! I’ve gotten a bit used to short form and needing to pack a punch in brief snippets from Twitter’s vss365 writing prompts.

Everything is Alright Pt 26

Starscream x Reader

• This isn’t right. Isn’t what he wanted. You’re supposed to be happy. Thankful. And that black rage washes higher threatening to drown him as his servos curl under into fists with the need to lash out, because it’s all wrong. Then you’re looking up at him, those big eyes afraid, fingers tightening on that stuffed animal. Afraid of him? Afraid for humans you likely don’t even know because deep down you think he’s a monster?

• And he’s yanking his chair back from his desk, the legs screeching on the floor before he slings it against the wall. It’s not enough to bank that fury crackling through him. Not nearly enough. Because he understands that fear on your face. Knows too well the feeling of saying what must be said even though you know there will be repercussions. For a moment, he’s paralyzed, venting raggedly as a memory claws its way out of the dark corners of his processor. Of pain and fear so visceral and inescapable. Megatron in a fury, big hands curling into fists.

• You’d backed away when he’d slung the chair, now you’re staring as he shakes, shoulders hunched, wings trembling and hands curled into claws, servos flexing like he wants to tear something apart. This isn’t just temper, there’s something else going on that you don’t understand. Something that hurts you to watch. “This isn’t right,” he snarls, head dropping as those tremors run wild through his frame. “Why isn’t it right?”

• His rasping voice is cracking with something more than just anger, there’s pain there that lances through you as you clutch the stuffed bear tighter to yourself. You’re terrified of him like this, all too aware that one careless swipe of his hand can break you. “I’m sorry,” you call out, despite the very real fear of pulling his attention back to you. Those red optics are bloody and wild as his helm swings your way and you start trembling. “You’re always taking care of me,” you forge on wanting nothing more than to hide from that stare. He’s going to hurt you this time. You’re sure of it.

• He can’t stop shaking, torn between memories he doesn’t want and the soft sound of your voice. Apologizing even as it wavers in fear. That breaks through the confused rage, his hand slamming against the edge of the desk as he lunges toward that sound. Needing it to anchor him in the sea of pain and hate and self loathing. You stagger back, little frame tense. Scared of him. Moving slowly, he lays his helm down on the desk, unable to stand you looking at him like that. Like how he stares at Megatron in a rage. The feel of your soft, little hand on his cheek almost breaks him. You’re trying to comfort him? Shuttering his optics, he just savors the feel of your gentle touch and your voice, your words. Thanking him and apologizing even as you break. “No one was home,” he growls, because he understands. Wants to reach for you, hook a servo around you and tug you against him. But doesn’t dare. Not yet.

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[yayasvalveplay]

https://www.tumblr.com/yayasvalveplay/772324490186211328/the-miners-in-transformers-one-probably-arent?source=share

I can only think of whoever they encounter first on the surface whether that be Alpha Trion or the High Guard just laying into the rest of the group on how could they bring a carrying mech up here? Don't they know how dangerous it is?

The miners including the one who's sparked up: What. What are you talking about?

The hit of suprise parenthood to both D-16 and Orion when they were following the exact script of sire and carrier subconsciously: increased sex drive so sparkling has plenty of transfluid to grow big and strong, wanting to stick together even more than they already were, and Orion was even feeling queasy in the mornings.

Imagine having to explain to someone who's 9 months pregnant and showing that their stomach isn't just doing that for funzies, there's a baby in there.

I imagine that Optimus got thrown into sub level 50 when he was 4 months pregnant. And he and the rest of the gang survived on the surface for about 5 months.

They learned the trains were carrying energon, thanks to theirs flipping over, crashing. (D-16 curling around Orion protectively) only giving them a single box, that the 3 (Orion tried, but D-16 snapped at him that he couldn't and that he was injured. He wasnt.) carried

They spent their time walking, trying to outrun the Quintizons and the elite guards. Along the way and night cycles Dee and Orion would end up fragging, quietly as the other slept. Dee getting a 'kink' of keeping his transfluid inside Orion, and Orion always obliged.

Keeping his modesty pannel closed once they were done, saying in the morning theyd drain it, but when it came time. Nothing came out, so they just kept doing it. And soon Orions belly was getting bigger, they had to slow down, taking constant breaks, or Dee just carrying him.

And they were doing so well until.

"Hey this one isn't going into stasis lock."

"What are you doing? What have you done with them!?"

"Wouh. Calm down. We arnt going to harm ya. We just need you lot unconscious. Can't have you finding our secret- your carrying."

" I'm what?"

And this is where they find the high guard. Seekers are immediately on Orion, checking him over, doting on him, getting him a soft place to sit next to Starscream (because really that's the only place this small bot won't get stepped on) who is just looking him over worriedly.

Getting everyone else activated Starscream starts railing on them on how they've been treating their carrier. Malurished(as they had to ration, and even as Orion took more because he was getting hungrier.) And starving. At least the Sires been keeping up with the transfluid donations, but still that gives them no excuse to take this carrier out of the safety of Iacon. They have been lucky, supper fragging lucky to have been found by them and not Sentinels gang.

And it's here they learn about how crappy Sentinel is. "That can't be true."

"Want to see for yourself little one." Cue Ravage spying on them, and the feed coming back to Soundwave who gives them all the feed back.(since this is still early, not even close to the story happening. There is no fear of miners getting overworked. Yet. But it's enough to have Dee raging and wanting to fight. He still gets his fight with Starscream, but it's not violent since no t-cog.

The others learn what it I'd meant to be a high guardsmen. As Orion is supper close to emergency, they don't want to leave the safety of the High guards, so they become scouts. They also learn what sex/safe sex and pregnancy is.

When emergency day comes. Orion has the help of high guard medics. The birthing is rough but soon, there is a little protoform, wailing, cold to the new world, and when placed on Orions chassis, he holds his baby close and just cries. He's been carried in his forge for 9 months making him suffer. And he decided to look exactly like his sire.

But it truely is a happy day for everyone,, mostly.

"Hey. We got a problem."

"What kind?"

"Airachnia kind, seen very close."

"Get these mechs to the emergancy base.

Where is that. Uhh supper close to where the primes were killed.

And hell wouldn't you know. Alpha Trion is still alive. And are those bots without their T-cogs. That will not do.

Starscream? Why are you crying? Oh yes, of course big old hug. Oh and Is that a sparkling. He hasn't seen them in. How long has he been in stasis?

Alpha Trion joins the party.