#he misses his trine

[rd67cw]

lightning would require really precise aiming but it'd be hilarious if thundercracker just .... has completely lousy aim and misses every shot.

it'd be accurate to the g1 cartoon anyway because they shoot a lot but only 3/120 actually land. lmfao. goofy ass villains.

Thunder! Thunder!

[onecheerfulmoron]

🔥🥵 Sex Appeal 🔥🥵

Powerful/Hypnotic/Magnetic

(These are based on my personal experience/observation)

* I differentiate sex appeal and god/goddess appeal (which I will make another post of :)*

*The following aspects are what I have & seen from other's charts and was able to witness their little superpower lol*

Sun/Rising/MC/Venus/Mars/Mercury conjunct Lilith

Sun/Rising/MC/Venus/Mars/Mercury conjunct Pluto

Sun/Rising/MC/Venus conjunct Mars

Sun/Rising/MC/Venus/Mars/Mercury conjunct Uranus

Sun/Rising/Moon/MC/Venus/Mars/Mercury/Saturn/Uranus/Pluto/Lilith/in the 1st, 8th, & 10th house

Any of those planets in Scorpio/Capricorn/or Leo

Trines/Opposition/Square/Sextile also apply. Conjunctions are the most powerful and/or tighter the orbs of the aspect. Orbs (0-3), the more prominent it plays out in your life. Orbs (4-7) is somewhat in the middle.

The way the sex appeal of the planets is emphasized by (Lilith, Pluto, & Mars) can be better understood by applying the planet's role to it.

Sun: Who you are. So your personality without a filter. *you can naturally get someone interested by being yourself. No masks are needed for you!

Ascendant/Rising: literally how you look anywhere anytime. Through your appearance, mannerism, & fashion sense. *You don’t have to do shit or try and people be like👼🏾 😳 🥵

Moon: the way you think is what you act upon. Whatever sign your moon falls under, you would execute the energy of that sign when people get to know you. I feel that whatever planet your moon is aspects by is how your mindset would operate. The house placement of the moon would show where your emotions run. *personally i think the placement/sign of the moon contributes more to sex appeal than the aspect itself.

Mercury: your voice and communication style. *It’s those people that can make anyone fall for them just by talking. They have this aura where people want to listen to them and find their sense of communication interesting & funny. Also, they are the treasure box of others dark secrets. People love telling them shit. Gossip holders plus sharp tongue ☕️.

Mars: your expression, enthusiasm, or when you display dominance/leadership. *At this point act manly or motivated whenever lol. Whether it's through a form of hobby to being authoritative, you will catch someone’s eye.

Venus: beauty, fashion style, the way you care for others, how you are in love, etc. Most people with these sex appeal aspects above involving Venus are highly desired to be in a relationship with by others. They can get someone wrapped around their fingers if they are naughty lol 😈.

MC: similar to Asc, but it’s like reputation matters so they make sure to play their part. So it's like dressing up or behaving a certain way in public to get the reaction they want which will be attained. Lowkey a chameleon. *I have noticed that MC is a more refined/mature type, probably bc the MC has to do with career as well.

Uranus: Being unique like an alien. Shocking, Magnetic, & Unique are how I would describe individuals with Uranus aspects. People will remember you 100% in someway, which depends on what it’s aspected by.

Pluto/Lilith: they both are powerful when it comes to intimidating others as well as getting others obsessed. Drawing jealousy also is relevant, unfortunately.

Examples:

I have a male friend who is a Scorpio with Lilith conjunct to his Sun & Mars. Man, he gets ladies of all ages flirting with him. They tell him their darkest secrets they don’t tell anybody else. I and my friend worked in the same office together. Ladies are walking past his cubicle like “Heyyyyy…*Name*. Why don’t you stop by my cubicle no more…..don’t you miss me lol”. Random ladies, he doesn’t even talk to on the other side of the office know his name, like what!

A girlfriend of mine has Venus conjunct Pluto. The girl be getting men left and right. She was on a bus one day and told me that a stranger kept looking at her and told her when they got off the bus if he got a chance. Mind you he was in his 40's. Even in high school, people were looking at her from afar and would try to hit on her eventually. She attracted men and females.

I have Mars conjunct Pluto and when I'm active or energetic, men are interested in me. So when I'm in a good mood and I have excessive energy whether at the gym or being a crazy girl in school they find me interesting and funny. Celebrities with these aspects are always known for their roles and the character they display versus too much of their real personality. Ex: Bella Thorne, James Corden, Jared Padalecki (supernatural show), etc.

Scorpio Sun with Moon in the 8th house. There was this guy I was interested in with this aspect. Man, I was digging through his entire past trying to know "the real him". Searched his name online to asking him multiple questions about himself to put the pieces together. I knew more about him than he knew about me. Yes, he was adopted and his dad was some sort of instructor lol, and No, I don't do that anymore. Don't have the next victim yet lol.

Uranus conjunct Sun individuals can get someone hooked unto them for their personality and energy. People are just fascinated by them and actually enjoy being with them. My friend’s cousin has this aspect and man she found herself in a relationship so quick. The guy didn’t give two shit about how she dressed or looked, but fell for her quirkiness. She has a unique sense of fashion too. My friend told me how she was jealous of her cousin because she can get random men’s attention so fast like love at first sight. Yes, she married quick too. That relationship was like 3 month long and are expecting a child!

I have Uranus trine my Mercury and yes people remember whatever I say. I went to the gym with my friend before and the front desk guys asked me a question and I guess I said some funny. Everytime I went to that gym, they remembered that one conversation. Even after I switched over to another gym, I saw one of the front desk guy from my last gym and he would tell me what I said from before. Like I gotta make sure I don’t say none stupid especially to someone important lol.

Scorpio moon individuals would be extra secretive than the sun. Our mind is where we hold our opinions/thoughts/secrets…and if it’s under the sign Scorpio then all shit is preplanned of what can and can’t be spoken to others. No matter what the sun sign may be, Scorpio moon individuals will limit what they tell others, therefore making them magnetic. People want to figure out what they’re hiding.

Do you have any stories with these aspects?

P.S.: Don't be judgy about my color coordination for MC. I don't have any other colorful buckets to choose from lol.

[revelboo]

Hello Revel! How have your days been lately?

What do you think bots would think if they witnessed human infidelity?(like in some novel, movie or even human gossip 👀)

Still great Revel We love you! 🩷

Thank you all for reading my nonsense, y’all are awesome! Ngl, first thing I thought of was Everything Is Alright’s Starscream. That mech is so darn tired and having to watch his tiny mate like a hawk because their thirsty self collects husbands. Most of the poly groups, there was some form of agreement to share and then Star’s over here just stressed out and currently trying to beat back Shockwave with a stick thinking he’s interested. But once Star’s less salty about it, he’s going to play that card to win every argument.

Seekers

Starscream x Reader

• “At least I didn’t frag your mortal enemy. And Soundwave,” he growls, wings flared out and trembling and your eyes narrow. Because he’s never letting that go. Megatron wasn’t even really your fault, but Soundwave? You glance at where the communication officer’s sitting with your tiny daughter curled sleeping in the crook of his arm and he looks up at the sound of his name. Yeah, you absolutely chose him and you don’t regret it. Even if you still feel guilty.

• Watching your lips press into a thin line, before you slowly nod, for a klik he thought you were about to get angry and yell at him. “Touché,” you mutter and he’s not sure what that means, the word not translating right. “Fine. Humans have more than one name. Give her a Cybertronian middle name if it makes you happy, but I swear if you pick something like Skullcrusher or Starscreamette, I’ll smack you. Repeatedly.”

• “I know a Skullcrusher,” he mutters. “He’s a jerk.” Turning to watch the little one snuggle her face closer against Soundwave with a little noise, trusting the other mech with the innocence of a sparkling. Not knowing how cruel and hard the world can be and he wants it to stay that way. He drags you into his lap and rests his chin on your head. And you slowly relax into him, not as annoyed as you sound then. “I was thinking of Skyfall for her Cybertronian name?” Something that’s a bit of him, a bit of his trine. And that guilt twists through him, because he needs to reach out to Thundercracker and Skywarp. Apologize even if it’s going to kill him, but he wants them to know his daughter, to be a part of her life. And he misses them.

• “Sky,” you mumble, watching your daughter’s little wing nubs flick. Looking for anything human in her features. Sometimes you think you see the shape of your eyes in her optics, that little mouth is yours, right? The rest of her alien. More Star than you. You’d thought that would bother you, and it does, but not in the way you’d imagined. It’s an odd, lonely feeling, like you’re on the outside looking in when you see one of them with her. Megatron has her longer than you did, is she really still yours, then?

• “I want to nudge Nova Storm or one of his brothers into taking a human mate. She needs other Seekers,” he murmurs and you nod. Before slowly leaning back and frowning up at him to make his wings droop. And Soundwave makes a low hum of noise, paying attention to the conversation now. Because they both know that look on your face.

• “Why them, not your brothers?” You ask, and his wings flick. Oh, no. Nope. Absolutely not. “You are not pulling some arranged marriage crap with our newborn baby.” Because you don’t care if your kid falls in love with another Seeker or not as long as she’s happy. “She can have seeker playmates, they can learn to fly together. I’d love that,” you growl, chest hurting imagining your kid trying to fly. Will she just know or have to be taught? “But you’re not going to push someone at her. She’s going to decide.” And his jaw clenches letting you know that’s exactly what he was thinking. And it’s not happening.

There’s still time to vote on the kid’s human name!

Thanks to @drabbletron for suggesting the kid’s Cybertronian name. I figure most of the hybrid kids will have two names and will lean toward one or the other as they get older. And they know they’re in trouble when both names get used by a parent

[mechncheese]

hello!! i’ve got a question about science au! is the elite trine’s dynamic more like brothers or close coworkers who get pissed at each other a lot & how do skywarp and starscream feel about thunder crackers defection regardless?

They’re close coworkers who annoy each other a lot but they love and care about each other deep down even if they don’t openly express it (platonic, i cannot emphasize enough that the elite trine is entirely platonic to me)

Skywarp and Starscream don’t know that Thundercracker defected to the Autobots (yet) all they know is that Thundercracker went missing after the fight with Megatron and presumably died from his wounds after.

Starscream copes by pretending Thundercracker doesn't exist. He doesn’t want his name mentioned and has been getting progressively snippier at Skywarp everytime Skywarp tries to bring it up. This leads to a bit of a rift between them.

Skywarp copes by talking about Thundercracker negatively. Convincing themself that Thundercracker was always a thorn in their side and they’re better off without him. Since Starscream has completely closed himself off from discussing Thundercracker in any way, Skywarp turns to Slipstream to vent about their feelings but Slipstream’s like “I am just trying to do my job." She’s kind of getting fed up with their emotional baggage. She just got here and things are already a mess </3

Both of them miss Thundercracker dearly but they don’t really process their emotions well, so it comes across very Hostile and Aggressive.

When they do find out that Thundercracker is not only alive but also switched sides.. Oh man ! TC better be prepared to endure the wrath and fury of a thousand raging storms !

[undergrounddweller89]

For anyone who's a StarOp shipper (me included)

In Transformers one what if Starscream felt like in some way he owed Orion for not letting D 16 kill him.

So say they get trapped somewhere, Optimus is injured and because obviously Starscream is supposed to be older than them in this version he takes care of Optimus.

Orion hasn't been Optimus long so doesn't quite have that I'm an authority figure feeling inside of himself yet and finds himself trying not to let this happen but...he likes.

The attentive attitude Starscream has to him and he finds himself wanting to say something dumb like.

One day you'll make someone a great spark mate.

Maybe some point he does when he's losing consciousness because he's that tired and Starscream keeps guard over him.

They take turns resting and end up having a conversation, just about the old days, Starscream has a lot to say and is happy someone is actually listening.

At first he thinks Optimus is just humouring him so throws in little trick facts to see if Optimus does notice and he does which makes the seeker settle, so he really is paying attention.

They just kinda rest against each other , both of them just missing simple touch that isn't to do with war.

Primes fingers lazily play with Starscreams head vents and he ends up shivering and giving a playful warning.

"Careful Prime, one would think you were flirting."

Orion blinks and stops

"Apologies I didn't realise that was such a sen-"

"I didn't say stop....I was giving you an out."

Optimus's hand is still as he looks down at the mech who's head is resting on his chest, who's looking up at him with brilliant eyes of fire, it's there lingering in the air an offer for something more intimate.

His spark throbs and his fingers continued to play, a silent consent to what they need from each other.

Hours later they're found, paint marks on each other, neither Trine nor autobot question it.

They're just happy to have their leaders back in one piece.

Optimus stops and looks at Starscream.

"Why didn't you attack me?"

Starscream simply smirks and replies

"Five words autobot, see if you can guess them."

With that he leaves Prime confused but knowing he won't get an answer.

Hours later he wakes up and they echo in his processor.

D, he's, not the enemy.

He looks out to the stars...and wonders...would they still have...if he had not saved him that day....

A static call comes through his personal comm and he picks up, it's highly encrypted, not in soundwaves style either, ancient seeker tech.

You to Prime....you make a wonderful spark mate to.

(Okay I'm literally standing by the dumpster at work and have to get home now, but do with this what you will)

[transformers-spike]

Just had the cutest thought pop into my mind.

Most seekers probably haven’t had proper time to fully maintain their wings due to the war, some more than others cough Dreadwing. So what if their human takes notice and demands that they let them clean it. Just a sweet little cleaning session in the privacy of the bots habsuite <3

Ohohohohohohoho this tickles the right part of my brain

I assume any proper ship has some sort of closet-sized section for decontamination, which is basically a miniature washing barracks where they're getting sprayed down from all sides.

Now, obviously, they can't fully clean their backs (and wings) without a medic or close friend helping out. Dreadwing and Skyquake used to help each other with it (you know... before Skyquake went into stasis) - so getting to clean Dreadwing's wings.... means you're everything to him

Meanwhile, Starscream is relatively lucky, because he has seeker vehicons help him maintain his (trine members typically do this between each other - but uh... well, Starscream is all alone)

As a human, an easy way to clean them is to get some wet wipes and focus on the seams, especially the ones obscured by the wings. You can also try waxing and... other stuff, but that's more of a bonus

Dreadwing is going through it TM as you're cleaning his wings. So many mixed emotions on his side, and his wings twitch at the smallest of touches (barely noticeable considering how rigid they are in comparison to Starscream's).

He's having the worst meltdown inside but keeping himself together as not to interrupt you. Pleaseeee stay with him after the deed is done, this jet will cuddle you and it's 100% worth it even if you end up sore as all hell.

Also even if you do a dogshit job, he'll still thank you. He needed someone to care for his wings for so long... he dearly missed the social activity, and being isolated for so long is weighing terribly on his psyche (despite his steadfast denial)

There's at least a 300% chance your seeker will start preening you in return lmao

[muletia]

ok this is really long, I'm sorry. so I remembered someone had an idea for the reader in the merformer au to be "rescued" so imagine they're taken from Optimus and their guppy. so they escape from people interested in how they changed to being more mer like from the bonding. and now they're like Odysseus spending the next few years fighting to get back to their wife, optimus. the reader runs into other mers and maybe some of them are interested in them? the reader isn't fully aquatic but has some enhanced strength from the bond changing them so they can actually stand a chance against them bc we know they would get demolished as a full human lol. maybe Megatron is like Poseidon, chasing the reader as they try to avoid him. at first he's going after them bc they mention being close with Optimus and he's like "oh I could kill them or kidnap them to use it against him". then seeing the reader's ferocity, is like "oh damn, I'm keeping them for myself". then starscream is circle, he hears about Megan's interest in the reader and wants to keep his trine safe from the human, so he tries to fight the reader but loses so he goes fuck it, I can take them, just not in a fight and tries to rizz the reader up, but like Ody in There Are Other Ways, they just go "no I can't... ugh I miss my wife, it's been so long since I've seen him and I love him so much ❤️❤️" he's like "ew that's disgusting but ig I'll kinda help since it'll piss off Megatron". so he gives u some vague directions for how to find the og mer island since that's where Optimus was at. back there maybe ratchet is trying to encourage Optimus to leave and bring the guppy to a new pod, since it looks like you won't be coming back and the guppy shouldn't be isolated to this island with a depressed sire. Optimus is super against it and he knows you'll come back to him and your baby. cut back to the reader, what are they up to, uh oh looks like they're being held captive by coral snake naga knockout. he's Calypso, a naga that lost his mate and was stranded on an island after being washed too far out to sea in a storm. he's desperate for attention and becomes obsessively attached to the reader. so after months of barely being able to get a moment alone, they secretly make a raft and pull an Appetite and make a run for it. sorry KO. they finally are within sight of the island and boom, Megs pulls up like sike bitch. so they have a big confrontation and maybe the reader beats him some and gets it across to him that they will never be with him. if he took them they'd fight every second of the way. so he maybe has some respect for this warrior and leaves them to go home. when they're home they have a Would You Fall In Love With Me Again moment where they apologize for being gone for like 5 years maybe? definitely not 20 like the Odyssey, but a good amount of time and I don't think optimus would survive a decade or more lmao. Optimus would ofc forgive them and says he'd always loved them. then they're a happy family. I just think we should have a full spectrum of reader: moron to badass

-💕

Average Tuesday in an x reader land

No, but this is genuinely great! It’s hard for me to add much, since I’m not too familiar with the source material, but I really love the concept of Optimus as your waiting wife hehe

Oh, I can totally imagine how, once you finally return to him, he kisses every single inch of your face and refuses to let go of you for the next few weeks. You’re completely grounded trapped between his torso, your little guppy, and Optimus’s arm

[mychlapci]

Skystar centaurformers

The ranch hands buy a new horse for the ranch, and when the cart bring the new comer came all centaurs ventured to view the new guy especially when a MASSIVE cart was wheeled in on the back of the car bringing them in. No bot on the ranch handlers and all every saw a crate so huge bone in even for the heftier of the bunch like Megatron or Magnus.

When the doors open everyone expects some scarred up monster to come out but instead it’s a monster only in size but by appearance an absolutely sweetheart looking centaur.

Everyone is silently watching until loud screams and noise is heard coming in fast. Everyone turns to see Starscream running and hoping fences faster than they’ve ever seen him before. He never ran that far in races or even from Megatron at his worse! And he was coming in hot for the new comer. Sure Star was never the friendliest of centaurs even with the small handful of centaurs he allows near him (TC/SKYWARP/KO/BD) But he’s never outright charged anyone like that.

When the large horse, Skyfire saw this he too screamed at the sight of Starscream but it didn’t sound of one of fear especially when he broke the cart like it was made of dust and ran in the direction of Starscream too. The handlers were all getting the Tranquilizer ready for both centaurs to stop what they all thought was gonna be a fight until Starscream practically jumped into the arms of the bigger bot and Skyfire hugged and held him in return.

It wasn’t until later that day and an unknown number of failed attempts to separate the two did handlers read more of Skyfire’s papers to see that the two apparently had history. Grew up on the same ranch when young, were apparently good friends. Then a giant blizzard came and desecrated the old ranch. Many of the centaurs either died or got lost in the snow. Starscream and a few others were the only ones saved from the storm and eventually sold off to better ranches. Sky was assumed dead for months like the others that were found and lost but it was revealed he managed to run off to a different farm for shelter and the handlers kept him there until the sale of today.

It explains why Starscream was so hard to buy in the beginning years back, refusing to leave his old ranch even when it was nothing more but shambles in the ground looking off into the distance as if something was waiting.

I mean good to know they weren’t gonna have fights on the grounds. Or at least more than they already do.

A few weeks past and Skyfire was making gold with nearly all centaurs on the ranch or at least he was when Starscream let him out of his sights. It was actually a bit comical. Sky was a goddamn Goliath of a centaur and this small skinny thing that was Starscream was basically holding him all to himself.

Eventually though things started changing. Starscream wasn’t looking too good. His runs were slower, pretty bad for a top race horse, and he was limping a lot. Giving Starscream a check up was already hard but in this cases it was worse. At first it was assumed Megatron was hurting Starscream again so they Moved him to a different section of the ranch. It pissed off Megatron as he didn’t do Shit, this time. And he has to watch his mate (Optimus) his heat was soon and schedules be damned he was hitting that this season.

That event brought some joy to Starscream, and it even showed some improvement to his physical form. However it didn’t take too long for the handlers to see the REAL cause of Starscream’s lower performances. It all started on a day were they were doing headcount’s of the cattle, Drift and Ratchet, checked, Preggers Rodimus and Magnus, Check, Knockout and Breakdown, Check, the trine + the newcomer Skyfire. . . .not checked Starscream and Skyfire were missing and that raised some brows. Starscream while difficult was never absent from checks or outside of his usual areas, and Skyfire was usually now wherever Star and his friends were or even with the autobot cattle sometimes.

As the handler searched for the missing two they came upon a sight that no matter how many drinks of hard energon or scrapping from his memory banks it will haunt him forever.

Starscream was basically what the ranchers were doubting unbreedable. No matter the decoys or even the partners Starscream would never comply. Even collecting his fluids to sell them was a difficult task. But here it is……..burned into this poor poor ranchers mind forever.

Starscream was holding on to dear life on a small wall with his front horse legs and a beam infront of him on the ceiling with his more bot upper half as Skyfire was ramming away from him at the back. The sight….the sight could only be described as an industrial jackhammer trying to thread its head into a sewing needle, but Starscream was taking it all in. Even by regular centaur standards Skyfire was huge and looking at his cock, that thing was just as much of a monster in size as him. And yet there was Starscream through haggard breaths and tears in his eyes taking it all and begging for more. It’s obviously Sky is trying to be gentle but with that size gentle just couldn’t happen.

The handler just walks out the door of the very much occupied building of the barn and lets the two finish. As they get back to the other farm hands they tell them all to start prepping for another unscheduled pregnancy of one of the top racing horses and to start Starscream of all Centaurs on a carrying schedule.

Also to bring back Megatron.

He missed Optimus’s heat and a different stud was chosen to breed him while he was away. Now he’s mad but Starscream is happy with all of the events. Happy but limping and full.

that’s so funny he ruined everyone’s time and got his. good for him good for him. maybe too good.

[helslastangel]

Moon Conjunct Venus + Moon Trine Ascendant Synastry

Based on My Personal Experiences 🔞

This may not resonate for everyone, so if it doesn't hit, please let it miss. There are 18+ topics included this so minors, do not interact. 🔞

Their Moon conjunct your Venus

This aspect is wonderful if you're both feeling each other. They can and will read you like a book without even needing to turn the first page. If you've ever seen or been in one of those couples where the one person knew exactly what the other one wanted or needed, without ever discussing it, even once?

Yeah, those are the vibes here.

You will be loved exactly the way you want to be loved and if things don't work out, there is a good chance the breakup could leave you feeling destroyed for quite some time, even if you were never in a relationship.

This aspect can make it very difficult to be "just friends" if either person wants more from the connection.

But even platonic friends with this synastry aspect can be amazing. These are the kinds of friend that you give the spare keys to, can call at 4 in the morning whether for an emergency or just to sob about something stupid.

They are the ones you who can come over without calling first. In fact, you welcome it and aren't surprised to come home and find them asleep on your couch. Like this is the friend that you're more like family with if you're not in a romantic connection.

If you ever get in a mood and start talking about "everyone this" and "people always/never that," they aren't offended because it doesn't even cross their mind to think they're included in that pile.

There is no guarantee that things will always be perfect or work out with this placement, obviously it depends on factors in the whole chart and other things like time, place, circumstance, and so on.

Of course, anyone who can read you accurately has the ability to use that to manipulate and harm rather than help and support you, but that's a risk of life in general. All I'm saying is: with this aspect, when it's good, it's DAMN GOOD.

To give you an example, I had this synastry with a Scorpio moon several years ago (I'm a Scorpio Venus). We met at an event and hit it off so well that we were talking outside the venue for nearly 4 hours, annoying his friends and mine. Ended up bringing him home with me and I fully expected him to disappear into a cloud of dust the next day, but he didn't.

We didn't end up working out beyond friends with benefits, but he's NEVER been rude or unkind to me once. Extremely patient, always calm no matter what and very sweet to me whenever we run into each other somewhere in the city every couple of years.

The way he handled me emotionally was just beautiful, I can't think of another way to put it. Most of my friends at the time would ignore anything I did creatively - not him, he found one of my books and posted it on his story with a cute caption saying how much he loved intelligence and that he was proud of me. The type to show up in the rain and keep me company when I was sick (back when I lived alone), even though he had class, work and practice all that day. The first time we hooked up, I was getting my laundry together and wondering why he hadn't left yet. He picked up the bags talking about, "Nah I got 'em, lead the way to the laundromat, why would I leave you to do this by yourself."

TMI / TW (mentions of sexual activities, body fluids, menstruation/periods) so again, minors, get out of here and the rest of you proceed with caution or skip to the next paragraph.

He was very much empathetic and also body positive-absolutely nothing seemed to gross him out. I have so many examples, but let's go with something both extreme and spicy. I was bundled up, laying on his shoulder and trying to deal with menstrual cramps while we were watching a show and him going, "Oh you know I read somewhere that orgasms can ease those, may I?" I'm there like, may you what? sure?? I'm curious?? Next thing I know, he's got a towel down, yeets the tampon and dives in head first talking about "a period ain't stop nothing but a sentence." And, well? All I'll say is.. at least ONE man knows where the clit is! ibuprofen, who? where? 😂😈

Obviously that's a bit much if you're a vanilla type (but a Scorpio moon + Scorpio venus? baby we was freaks, what can I say? lmfao) but this is just an example I mention because the important part is not once did he bring up getting off himself. No hinting for a quickie or a BJ like you might expect. I even offered because I was used to guys doing seemingly selfless gestures only to be guilt-tripped shortly after, and he was just like, "Sorry, what? No, you're not feeling well, I wanted you to feel better, plus I don't need to get off all the time, I read it's healthy to ignore the urges sometimes." (Idk if you could tell, but he REALLY likes to read, loll).

That's what I'm talking about with the Moon-Venus conjunction. This kind of synastry will vary in the specific ways it's expressed of course, but all other things being equal, someone with their moon conjunct your venus will intuitively know what you want and need to feel loved, and it works because it blends very well with their own emotional needs. If the moon person tells you they enjoy doing something for you or with you without expecting anything in return, believe it. It sounds like a lie because of the types of people who would lie about that, but with this aspect, chances are they meant that shit.

Not only that, but you'll feel like you've known them for a long time. That's because you'll also understand their emotional expression on an intuitive level. This isn't as one-way as it could sound. Oh, no, not at all. You will feel like you've met before and find yourself making time and space, and finding energy for them even out of thin air. You could live in a tiny studio that you'd never share with anyone and then find yourself cleaning out your closet on a Sunday afternoon to "make a little space" for their extra work uniform or even as tiny as keeping an extra toothbrush, clearing a hook in the bathroom, keeping their favorite snacks in the fridge, stuff like that. You'll generally feel at home with each other and trust can build VERY quickly. Others could even wonder if you're okay, especially if you're normally a paranoid person.

With Scorpio moon guy, he accidentally left his wallet the first time he left my place and I called him when I found it. His response was "Oh I left it at yours? Oh good, that's okay then, I'll come get it at some point this week, let me know what days you'll be home". He knew me for less than 24 hours at the time, lol. 3 months later he had the door code to my place and there were two toothbrushes and two towels instead of one LOL, trust was never an issue and it certainly wasn't the reason we didn't work out either! We basically just couldn't really keep pace with each other because... we had a 6 year age gap. Completely different life stages. I have a feeling if we both were a lot older, it would have worked out. Literally nothing else was wrong with us.

Now, that was with me being the Venus (and Ascendant-see below) person. I'll be honest, as a Capricorn moon, I'm curious about how it would be if I meet a Capricorn venus romantically. I wonder how that would play out all the time, and I think I'll let that remain a mystery until it happens, then I'll hopefully still be blogging then and come back and tell yall about that too. THAT BEING SAID... I do have this aspect (as the moon person this time) with a platonic Capricorn venus friend I had for nearly 13 years. We would literally be in each other's houses (and hair and business lol) all the time. We had yearly festivals we always went to together, talked almost everyday, knew how each other was feeling before the other one would even say anything. Mopped each other up off the floor when going through shit. She punched a guy I was dating who cheated on me, and I introduced her to a mutual friend who I thought she might like to date, and then cussed the hell out of him when he didn't pull his weight like I thought he would. Things like that.

The friendship ended nearly 7 years ago but I miss her every day. I remember what happened, but in hindsight, it seems so foolish now and I miss her every single day. We would have been friends for 20 years by now and I don't have a lot of regrets in life, but that is one of them. She hurt me but I handled it so poorly both before and after she reached out to talk that it just destroyed the entire foundation of our friendship. I haven't even tried to get over it because I don't want to. To me, that would be just disrespectful, I feel like it's something I need to carry with me as a reminder to do better next time. I'm sure you see by now that this is a quite an intense and dynamic placement!

Bonus Observation:

Moon Trine Ascendant Synastry

If someone with their moon conjunct your venus ALSO has their moon trine your ascendant, WHEW that is hot. Not only will the emotional connection be strong, but they will find everything about you on the outside just as enticing as the inside.

They genuinely enjoy the way you express yourself and can have a lot of patience for any shenanigans you might get up to. These people will watch you from across a crowded room all evening and suddenly appear by your side just before you leave to tell you they think you're attractive and want to get to know the rest of you beneath the surface. And it's rarely ever creepy. They'll know just how to approach you. I've had this synastry aspect a few times and it's always been like that. Genuinely charming. Perfect rizz.

This kind of synastry, as I said earlier, will leave you in absolute shambles if things don't work out, especially if you don't encounter this synastry often in your connections. Personally, I'd consider this one of those aspects where one or both of you can feel like the other was a soulmate, or "the one that got away," and end up being celibate or single (if romantic), or becoming asocial (if platonic) for a long time after splitting up. That or cycling through a series of awful relationship and friendship rebounds in an attempt to find them in another person.

Not too much on me for this, but there's a country song by Colt Fold that I'd loved for half a decade now called 4 Lane Gone. I'm sure there are other songs out there that would capture this better, but this is the one that stuck with me.

Something about the way this artist captures the feeling. Wistful, you can tell dude is acting strong, but knows damn well a good thing just got royally fucked up. Maybe I'm just melodramatic (I'm water dominant after all), but have a listen and see if you get what I'm talking about.

Idk. From my experiences with these aspects (been lucky enough to experience it with more than one person), I'd say it gives a pretty good idea of how either side could feel when it ends. Probably more so the Moon person, though, as they're likely to react like this to either a) being the one to end the relationship prematurely and regret it, or b) being blindsided by the Venus/Ascendant person up and leaving, and taking so long to process and recover from the shock, that by the time they chase after them...they're...well...four lanes gone. Lol.

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Been raining for three days

On the fast track to the highway

Trying to save a little time

Lord I never should have tried

Taking this back road shortcut

Now I’m way stuck, so sunk

I’ll never catch her now

So I just put the tailgate down

She’s probably somewhere doing 95

I got nothing but this cooler and time

[Chorus]

I cracked one waiting on a ride

Two or three just to pass the time

While she’s headed to a new town

And I’m too lost to be found

She probably thinks that I don’t care

Stuck in the rut in the middle of nowhere

And just my luck I’ll be here all night long

Man, I’m bummed out back road buzzed

And she’s four lane gone

Yeah she’s four lane gone

[Verse 2]

Every empty beer can makes me

Miss her like hell, man I can kick myself

For the place and the shape I’m in holding me back

Yeah my wheels keep on spinning

And she’s ticked off blacktop fast

[Chorus] x 1

[Bridge]

While I’m stuck here all alone

With a midnight natty light

One more chance I’ve blown

[Chorus] x 1

[Outro]

I’m out here all alone

Yeah she’s four lane gone

She’s four lane, four lane gone

Yeah she’s four lane gone

She’s four lane gone

[quasarwake]

Wholly Unwhole

Starscream x original Seeker Character (Cadet) for @radioactiverats! They've given me permission to publish this lil gift for them as a Chapter 20 to their Cadet au! Chapter 19 can be found here, please give their stuff a read! This was supposed to only be like 1000 words. It is. 4300+. Oops.

Featuring: Starscream, Original Seeker Character Cadet, OC Seeker Echo, pining, possessiveness, jealousy, and hints of reciprocated trining feelings!

Truly, having the understanding of just what his Cadet was going through should have made him more wary of his own trining instincts- there had been the rare flares of jealousy, when he had heard about 'Girls Night'- but ah, he had had work to do, work that would keep all three of those idiots safer-

So why had Starscream felt like the idiot for missing out? It wasn't a feeling he'd liked. Had they spoken of him, had they missed his presence? There was that latent instinct trying to tell him 'They're taking them away- and who can blame those two? How long has it been since the three of us shared that bond wholly together-'

And he had to remind himself that the little blue jet's rampant trining needs could genuinely be triggering old instincts. Old instincts to reaffirm his own claims, pin Skywarp, those pretty new claws he'd noticed clinging to his chassis and scraping red finish. To mark Thundercracker, sweet Thundercracker, who had helped him corner Skywarp, all those vorns ago, whose gentle presence had become a rarer and rarer bond, and how much of that had been on himself?

The thrill of their bond had grown distant, that flight nearly a fond but faded memory, but still, he felt part of that in his core- could feel it still, whenever the three of them flew together. The need for the three of them, that bond and connection.

And when he looked to his Cadet, the one good thing he had managed to save throughout this war…

He could understand the emptiness you must be feeling, the aching need spiking through your EM field at regular intervals while you slept, or the flare-ups while handling what had otherwise been regular tasks. Or at least, he knew that clawing need must be there, must be the trigger for those spiking anxieties, those flashes of anger that you no longer seemed able to hold in wholly. Before you had started your own shift, your own change, optics picking up more of that vermillion tinge to them, it had been just about keeping his student safe.

Keeping the last piece of Vos that seemed so precious safe.

But there was that realisation that the things he found precious of Vos weren’t always the things others might call gentle. No, he remembered the cackling laugh of seekers cornering each other around spires, flying daringly towards cliffs, dancing in the heat of updrafts and spiraling in deadly stunts down wind-wells. The energy of pinning or being pinned, of feeling somebody’s servos just miss tailfins or thrusters, of finding the way back to whatever bar and leaning against it while a daring opponent or try-hard wannabe trinemate stumbled their way back in.

The rush of flight and the danger of falling but knowing, especially with a trine, that gravity was just another toy to play with.

It wasn't a gentle protectiveness he was feeling towards you, anymore.

Not after the incident with that dark, quiet Seeker- whose designation he had already lost in the buzzing of his processor over all of this.

The biting had been one thing- it wasn't uncommon to allow somebody close to preen another like that, even in fliers outside of Vos. It wasn’t even necessarily exclusive to trine-mates or Amica- though perhaps he wouldn't so readily admit how pleasant it had been, the hum of his fans low as his claws had hooked more firmly into blue hip-plates.

Maybe that's why he had started looking around again- a Seeker seeking a distraction. That former Winglord's trinemate could eat slag, but the bulky Seeker who gave him energon reports was competent, fast, a good flier- and as a single flier, he was good for filling in missing formations. Unusually chameleon about it, like he could mirror just about anyone he flew with- to a point. So why not flare his wings a little? Why not let himself look over those navy and black wings as they lifted higher, clearly enjoying his praise, his words, the accent of familiar Vosian between them another added pleasure-

So why did it feel like there was something massive behind him? Threat alerts pinged in his processor, but he had brushed it off as another anxiety spike, something new and unpleasant that made him less... rational. Another thing he could blame on the war.

And yet, that soft buzzing steadily grew as he spoke with the other Seeker, became more of a low, thrumming roar. The widening of the other Seeker's optics had him whirling, seeing you, his Cadet, wings spread wide in the hall, glaring with those new fiery eyes-

It had been so long since he'd last gotten to see it unfiltered that it was a shock when he realised what was going on.

Did you even realise what it was you were doing? It may as well have been a spoken word, shouted.

Mine.

It was a claim. Or, the sloppy attempt at an undirected one. And you were blaring it into the hall for all to hear, as though none of you had ever left those spires of Vos. There you stood, showing off those wings he had stolen for you, standing as tall as your frame would allow, your EM field loud as cannonfire with wildly misdirected intent-

It was certainly a sight to behold, in retrospect. In the moment, Starscream had snapped with surprise, frustration, his current hope for a bit of stress relief whirling away with a quiet 'nevermind' before Starscream could stop him-

But his Cadet looked almost pleased, and there was something in the way your eyes followed after the larger Seeker, something so proud of yourself, that you had secured Starscream's attention back to you, had frightened off his quarry. Your wings were held comfortable and steady, more yours than he’d ever seen them, and that had him hold back his words.

If you hadn’t been aware of what you had been doing, that was one hell of a show of power. Had he taught you that?

He felt the tugging at his intake, the smallest smile twitching away before he forced a more stern expression over his features.

"You're not sorry."

It hadn't been a question, but after all that training, all that time around him- could he deny the satisfaction, seeing that scarred face hold some of that glare for him? Like he was no longer looking at somebody broken by war, but one that would demand to stand as his equal looking him in the optics? And the way you responded flatly, admitting to your claim, even in part…

You certainly stood tall enough on your own if you felt you could challenge him.

So he let you busy yourself with his meal, returning to his reports.

Glancing an optic down the hallway where that lone Seeker had disappeared when he knew your back was turned. His processor buzzing on new ideas.

~~

Real rest was hard to come by when you were a Decepticon, but Energon flowed well after some of the latest missions (attacks, though you had plenty of justifications for those based on survival, and everyone had been in higher spirits after all, so don’t worry about it, don’t dwell on the little creatures that you were stealing the energy from-).

All these thoughts and more buzzing through your head as you laid back, fighting for the recharge you knew you needed.

Starscream had not been back to your shared habsuite that evening- and there had been a realisation, that perhaps he wouldn't be returning for a reason. There was something at least, after that shared moment in the grass, that felt sated after cleaning through his wings, gently polishing away the very few plant-stains that Starscream had made such a fuss about. Like this was a part of the experience you needed, that need to be needed fed, ever so slightly.

Something about it still hadn't been quite enough, and you knew it- but you didn't know why. Starscream should be more than enough for that empty feeling clawing in your chassis, at your very spark, right? All this time since that day, and still you couldn’t find the answer for yourself. Shouldn’t he be enough? Pits, even his trine had noticed that need in you. It should be enough, right?

Girls Night had only really partially scratched that itch in your processor, though. Like there was some deeper, roaring need that felt so awful in you, a storm that you were thrown into that kept you clawing for whatever secret thing it was you needed.

That day in the hall flashed through your processor again. It had been hard not to think about the way EM fields still pricked over your panels, shifting to vent excess heat that vacillated from frustration to a dark satisfaction.

The way that mech had turned heel after you had stared bullets right into him? Exhilarating. It was you that had done that, not Starscream's dismissal-

And something about that felt so right in your spark.

Did Starscream ever feel this, you wondered? Giving orders to others in his trine, seeing them executed with efficiency? There had to be pride in that.

Processor overwhelmed, you laid back onto your shared berth, aware of how... empty, it seemed, after having been preened by other Seekers, having shared it with Starscream so regularly, after spending all that time cleaning those handsome wings of his-

Sighing in frustration, you forcibly offline your optics, spreading yourself out on the berth and taking up more space than you usually might, hoping that might disperse SOME of this odd backup energy. After several kliks of forcing yourself to think about the most boring reports and the files you could possibly conjure up, you find yourself finally slipping into recharge.

As if sleep would offer you any real rest.

Was it normal to store datapads like this? You find yourself wondering, digging through an endless drawer in a wall below the ship’s bridge. You felt like you had spent joors looking for something that Starscream needed, something that would help him take a break, properly REST for a change-

Deep red optics swerving their way away from you as you worked and you can feel their absence. You feel heat in your chassis, too. You keep digging for a moment, before that tugging heat had you turning your gaze upwards, back to the source of Starscream’s eyes, and seeing-

Him.

That big Seeker, standing at the bridge above you, talking to Starscream. A dream didn't stop you from feeling that prickling up your spinal strut, your wings flaring as you felt that anger spread through them. Who did this Seeker think he was, talking to your commander like that, flaring his wings so prettily, so invitingly? Stars gleamed through glass above the bridge and you found yourself lifting- It was easy to fly up to the two, set servos on the larger Seeker, yank him back by the wings, the one who you hadn't even learned the name of and who was he, even, to speak so familiarly to Starscream??

From the one that had taught you to fly on old wings, the one that had drilled in the lessons you had to reteach yourself to fly on these new ones.

Something in your dream compounded that flight training, remembering Starscream’s ever watchful optics, his critiques, his notice, with this moment- flashing red optics landing on you, you could hear something in your programming, instinct woven into your frame-

You couldn't tell if it was your voice or Starscream's, but the words were clear:

'If you're going to make a claim, do it properly.'

In the dream your servos moved on their own, from large dark wings to the curve of his canopy. In the dream, the larger mech moves easily with you, wings spreading as your digits dig into panels- and that, too, feels right, like this wasn't acquiescence, but agreement, a question asked and responded to and answered. His frame leans into yours easily, comfortably, filling your palms. 

Do it properly.

Your servos and digits moved slowly up his waist, feeling that difference in size as you pressed yourself against his back, your wings rolling as you plant a palm flat between his wings and pushed down, watching with satisfaction as his rolled in their own want, the need to be claimed, his frame moving to your unspoken command.

It made your fans burn against your face, pressing your canopy to his back, your intake opening in the dreaming and the waking world to vent heat out. Pushing him down came with no resistance, your arms slipping around him as you press your face between his wings, nuzzling against those shoulder-panels. Your intake moves over his neck, mapping out the unique spinal spikes fanning out on either side of the strut, a detail you hadn't known you'd noticed, added Decepticon decoration that would prevent anyone or anything foolish enough from grabbing him recklessly-

And your glossa could move around them so easily, one by one, fans whirring away at the way that soft quiet voice had stuck in your processor, and how perhaps you wanted to hear him whimper a little, moan a little as you teased him with your glossa, teeth catching on plates, leaning him against the bridge railing in front of Starscream as your digits scratch over plating for trying to take your Commander's attention from you.

Mine.

Starscream's optics, glowing like dark fire on the both of you as you pressed this other flier down, showed Starscream that you were worthy of being looked at with such desire, your denta finding a wing and biting-

And for a moment, the dream focused only on that gleam of bright silver denta, your own sunk into metal derma, that Seeker’s intake parted with that deep navy his were stained with-

Starscream’s grin a wicked darksteel crescent cut into velvet blackness around you, his optics red suns above it.

The sound you made in your audials was loud, your fans roaring as you're woken by the way your wings nearly jolted you out of the berth.

And there was that feeling, like you had been caught in one of those Terran hurricanes, that you were being drenched in cold water. Over you-

Those red, pitfire optics of Starscream staring over you, a servo raised as if to shake you awake.

For a long moment, you hold each other's gaze, your fans stuttering as you take in the whole of his face, the red light of it illuminating the dark around you, casting his faceplates in black shadow.

Slowly, you watch as he pulls his hand back from you, and you feel your fans start to normalise, flickers of your dream bringing back the heat in waves, slowing the process.

"...sir?" You manage, your voice nearly too quiet to hear over your own fans. He had managed to rest his claws on the edge of the berth, and you can see it- a look of contemplation on his faceplate, as he looked down your frame.

"...quite the dream you must have been having," he stated, his voice measured and level. "Caught yourself in combat in your sleep?"

It was an out he was offering to you. You could see that- he was allowing you to lie to him, to give yourself that moment of dignity.

Because you heard the way your frame clicked when you deliberately closed your interface panels. And you knew he had heard it too, the only other noise in the room from your whirring fans, and the soft buzzing of his own.

So you nodded.

Raising a brow-ridge, Starscream looked over your frame, watched as you tried to force yourself to calm down, the way panels kept fluttering up and around to vent excess heat.

"...I hope you won, at least," he said carefully, and you feel another burst of heat burn through your face, your chassis, yanking your optics from him as you pull your legs to your canopy.

"...I. Yeah," you offered, the flashes of the way you had pinned the larger Seeker down in front of Starscream, trying to force the images out of your processor, your servos tight around your knees. "I guess I did."

Starscream nodded stiffly, before straightening his back, wings held high and stiff, unreadable all around.

"Good," he stated, before moving to the desk. "Get some proper rest now, will you? I won't have you exhausted from dream combat when real combat is always around the corner."

You almost snapped at him- maybe another night, you would have, considering this new wave of frustration that kept finding its way beneath your plates. But after that dream, how could you ask him to return to your shared berth? Instead, the words flying out of your intake were-

"I'm rested enough, I think."

Your pedes were swinging off the edge of the berth before you realised what was happening, but you commit, standing with forced ease.

"You get yourself some rest before you fall over. I'm..." You struggled for an excuse, before you found something at least mostly true. "I need a walk to clear my head.”

Something like a muddled concern brushes against your EM field- and there was that heat of frustration, embarrassment, like all of the Seekers around you knew a big secret that you had no access to, like you were the odd one out on some stupid puerile process that everyone was being so forgiving of.

And maybe for now, that was too much. So much had changed, and this difference was too much to handle. Before Starscream could agree with you, you’ve whirled around, making your way out of the habsuite and into the halls.

~~

Echo himself had his own schedule for rest and recharge- the higher in the ranks he had climbed, the more freedom he had been afforded, and soon enough, he had been allowed a fairly sizeable habsuite for himself, something that must have been made for a mech in a higher size-class than he was.

Or for a completed trine.

It made the lack in his life… noticeable. That emptiness a reflection of his own missing pieces. He didn’t spend a lot of time in that room.

So running into you was as inevitable as running into any other member of the ship’s higher ranking, really. If it hadn’t happened by now, it would have happened eventually-

And the fates, in his processor, had deigned it all too amusing to have him running into you on the turn of a corner, trying to rid himself of the whirring thoughts in his own processor.

Pits.

His wings lifted automatically when you caught sight of him, and he could feel the spiking of your frustration, could see the way your wings trembled with something held back in your processor.

And there you felt it again, that odd, discomforting spiking of concern, the older Seeker wafting waves of something that felt so like Thundercracker’s attempts at placation.

Gritting your denta, you feel your wings lift, and lean into the feeling, raising them on your back as you glared at the other mech.

“Watch where you’re going!” You hissed it out, a harsh parody of Starscream’s tone carried on your voice. The look on the other mech’s face had you reeling back as you recognized him, it was him-

And then came the guilt, your wings falling as you remembered the dream, images flashing in your processor and fans whirring harshly as you struggled with a myriad of thoughts in your processor.

“I’m- I’m sorry,” his voice was soft, thickly accented with Vosian, and you feel another wave of guilt- this was somebody from home, and it wasn’t his fault that Starscream had taken a liking to him, with the way his finish showed soft, decorative waves of navy and indigo on black, something artistic that looked so similar to old posters from the academy days-

And you’re shaking your helm as he continued to speak, his words mostly unheard until “-I was just on my way to drop off my report to Starscream-”

Those words had you snapping harshly back into your bad mood, lack of recharge buzzing at the back of your processor. You bristled at the sight of him, all huge and massive with those wings at a low, deliberately non-threatening angle, his optics flickering to your wings, back to your face. Flick. Wings to face.

Why did he keep looking at your wings?

"What's your designation?" You felt the way heat gathered in your chassis, the way your wings flared wider, as you glared up at the taller seeker. His optics ran along the jagged lines they made on your back, and you widened them for his attention, lifted them high as your frustration rose, trying to lift his gaze back to your face.

How often did Starscream have to repeat himself?

The larger mech collected himself, his wings rolling in that undeniably interested way, and you couldn't quite grapple with the feeling in your spark, the feeling that this mech was appreciating the attention, your glare, the heat thrumming through your EM field.

You spread the wings- your wings- a little wider, and raise your hand- setting it into the collar of his chassis, taking satisfaction in his little yelp as you yanked him down to look you in the eye properly.

You were Starscream's Cadet, and there was more than a small part of you getting a little tired with how little respect that had given you.

"Designation. Please," you added, a sudden wash of more of that twisted guilt trying to overcome you again, and you shake it off- what was this, what had gotten into you, where had all this viciousness-

But wasn’t it so earned? You were a Decepticon.

And at the very least, you were the Cadet of Starscream. You may not fully understand his actions, his crimes, the ways he had hurt other people- but truly, you didn’t need to.

All you wanted to do now was to command a little bit of that respect that you saw him wield on the best of his days.

You almost don’t hear that soft voice as he finally answers, your EM field spiking and rolling over his, drawing your attention to hear him.

"...it's Echo," the other mech murmured, his voice so soft and the feeling of whirring fans on your face so gentle that your processor nearly stalled. You can feel it- the waves of his EM field washing over you, against yours, and it really was appreciation, respect asked for and returned.

Your dream flashed through your processor, and your digits tighten on his plates. Echo holds still for a moment-

Before lowering his head more into your grip, his fans whirring softly as his wings twitched again- stilled.

A question asked and answered.

You cleared your throat, feeling your wings climb high on your back- but this time, Echo's optics stay on yours, flickering around to take in the details of your faceplate, the quirk of your browplates, the point of your audials, the crack over your nose. And in that shared moment, you could see each detail of his face, his frame- the spikes you remembered from your dream, the large, sweeping audials that could probably pick up even the quietest of sounds, optics a red that you had once heard Knockout refer to as cherry-

All the while, a hum was shared between you. A warmth of… something implacably intense between you, that threatened to overwhelm your mind, the way it made your plates lift and tighten in waves over your frame.

Alone here, in this hall you could do anything- claim this Seeker-

Pit, even if you weren’t alone, would that stop you?

In your dream you had felt those eyes on you and it had felt so right.

You don't know where the thought comes from, but you feel it settle firmly in your shoulders, your wings, your frame creaking as you tighten your grip for a moment, staring hard into cherry optics- before you manage to push it off, letting Echo go with a soft shove, staggering slightly as you feel the weight of your wings before righting yourself again.

"Echo, then," you state, trying to regain your composure, processor quieting from the distance put between you. "You will deliver your reports to me, from now on. Commander Starscream has enough on his servos, and you're going to help me carry that weight. Think you're up to the task?"

The words felt odd in your intake for their formality. But there was that thought again-

You were Starscream's Cadet.

Perhaps it was time you let yourself live up to that. And, perhaps one day-

Beyond that.

Echo straightened his back, and you wonder if you can hear the sound of his whole vocal processor reset- before the taller Seeker nodded, raising a servo in a quick, informal salute.

"...I think that's a task I'm up to," he returned, his voice low and quiet as he mirrored your words. "Is there... anything else you need me for, Cadet?"

His wings continued to flutter, and you consider what this mech could offer you-

That there was something so perfectly different from Thundercracker, but similar enough that it felt like…

You could understand why Starscream would desire for somebody so calm. Somebody that you could have at your wing-

Somebody that would lower themself into the pit to meet your gaze.

“...no, Echo,” you state, hesitating for a moment- before patting a hand to his shoulder, moving past him in the hall. “That will be all.”

As you make your way further down the hall, you feel the way his EM field almost seemed to cling to you, extricating itself reluctantly from you.

Down the hall, you don’t see the way his wings roll, but a part of you still does feel it.

Previous/Next

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

give me anything nathan i beg

Of course! (I'm sorry this has taken 1000 years)

Fucking Nuisance

Nathan Bateman x gn!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • Trine Masterlist • ko-fi •

Summary: Nathan is irratating.

Warnings: Nathan being a little shit, swearing, implied build up to sexy times/oral sex, typos, not beta read, please let me know if I have missed a warning!

Word Count: 477

“How long’s it been now?” 

“Shut up Nathan.” You don’t look up at him, just keep staring at your laptop screen. You were going to work it out. You had to - even if it was just so that you could wipe that stupid, smug smirk off his face. 

“Nearly three hours?” You can hear the grin in his voice as he leans over your shoulder to look at your progress. 

“Didn’t I tell you to ‘shut up’?” Your words have no malice in them, but you’re not sure how much longer you can play nice and not take a bite out of him. 

He breathes in deeply and whistles, “I mean, I thought you’d be further along by now…” 

“Nathan,” you turn your head to look at him as you speak. There’s a slight growl in your voice and he beams as he steps backwards and stands up straight. 

Maybe he thought you were going to bite him. 

He holds his hands up in fake surrender. “Don’t you want helpful tips?” 

You give him a glare that only serves to heighten his pleasure. “Do you have any? I thought you were just here to piss me off?” 

“The problem is, you’re too stressed.”

“Fuck off.” 

“See,” he holds out his hand so that from his point of view your chin rests on his palm. “Stressed.” 

“That’s because of you.” 

“Then let me help alleviate it.” He bats his eyelashes at you, obviously taking the piss. 

“So you’re going to leave then? Good.” You turn back to the laptop, letting your annoyance fester and solidify into anger. 

He’s still, and blissfully quiet for a moment, until you hear him take a step. At first, you think he is actually, for once in his life, doing something someone else asked him to and leaving the room - giving you space to think. But instead, he moves closer, just entering your peripheral vision. 

However he doesn’t say anything, doesn’t continue to gloat and fuss and make a fucking nuisance of himself. 

Instead, he bizarrely crouches down and goes to shuffle under the desk. 

“What the fuck?” You turn your chair to face him and he stops, one hand on the wooden edge and gives you the sleaziest but also somehow most honest smile you have ever seen. 

“Gonna help you relax.” 

You frown, “Are you high?” 

He lightly touches your knee with his warm hand, slowly running it higher up your thigh. He stops just short of the edge of the start of your hip as he gently falls to his knees between your legs.

You swallow as he looks up at you with soft, wide eyes. 

He keeps watching you intently for any sign of refusal as he lightly glides the tips of his fingers to the waistband of your trousers, quirks an eyebrow up at you and leans closer. 

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[starheavenly]

Too busy to draw comics right now so I'll throw some random Zenith rambles here:

-Tailgate is a janitor at the cybertron capital but everyone still treats him with respect and invite him to meetings/hangouts!

-Deadlock writes to Cyclonus since they knew each other during the war. Rodimus gets jealous of Deadlock and Cyclonus's friendship, only for him and Deadlock to also become besties.

-Astoria is the only human element I've added. She's an influencer helping with the cybertronian public image on earth. Her and Powerglide are a canon couple.

-Arcee and Blurr work directly under Soundwave. They use to intimidated by him, but they now see him as family.

-Arcee doesn't want to sponsor any con, but she would most likely sponsor Slipstream if she did.

-Prowl doesn't know the constructicons names and often gets them mixed up. Long Haul, Mixmaster, and Hook are the only ones on the ranch, can't have them risk forming Devastator. totally not because I didnt want to draw 6 of them.

-Thundercracker starts writing "friend fiction" he particularly likes writing cross fraction romance. Megatron/Optimus and Ratchet/Deadlock are his favorites. Mirage tells him it's wrong, but also reads every story TC writes.

-Starscream says he doesn't miss his trine. But he rereads all the letters they write him everyday.

-Optimus asked everyone to pick an earth alt mode. Deadlock did in fact drag Ratchet to Japan so that he could pick out the car he wanted to be.

-Jetfire went back to being a scientist, he's in charge of studying organic resources that could be converted to energon. He brings his reports back in person just to see Starscream.

-Whirl sneaks off in the night to fix abandoned clock towers. Optimus knows and lets it happen.

-Megatron's alt form is BIG like BIG. He lets all the cons and bots ride him for their "field trips." Also Tooie said he chews on coal as a form of relaxing, so that's canon now too.

-Optimus listens to self help audio books just to deal with the stress of it all.

[velvetwyrme]

What happened to cybug Prowl's colony anyways? I do imagine something like a swarm of starving seekers (idk maybe their habitat was destroyed so they ganged up at some point and attacked the first big congregation of cybugs they could find...)... but there could be many other possibilities so. Uh.

seekers ARE a big problem for other cybugs (as mentioned here) but in prowls case specifically, i think it was more that he was separated from his cohort of enforcers shortly after pupating, where he just got enough time to connect with them before they ran into trouble. in this instance it'd have been a storm or something similar, rather than predators/other cybugs.

this is when green would find him and have the experience of trying to nurse him back to health with the intention of letting him go after, but since he was missing bonds with other enforcers he ended up hanging around a lot more, albeit outside (and then jazz shows up!)

also hi im co-opting this ask to reply to a few other jeetle/peetle asks below the cut

no <3

well... maybe? i think that they can probably understand patterns well enough to read some simple words but i dont think they'd be able to understand longer sentences.

im sticking with the idea that they cannot understand human languages (spoken or written) but that doesn't stop them from making associations for series of shapes/sounds and their corresponding concepts.

so they might understand specific words but not sentences/sentence structure imo. probably.

difficult question! how do cats/dogs/birds see their humans?

they dont like. see her as a really big bug (that's what cars are for /j /j) but i imagine they probably see her as a family member, a companion and a source of safety/comfort. i also think prowl would be closer to her than jazz as well.

slightly less difficult question! gives me an excuse to mention something thats been on my mind for a while sjkfdhsdf

i've been thinking of jazz as being part of a species that has a different type of social structure compared to Praxians, where they tend to end up in smaller groups that come together for certain seasons, raising offspring together in social groups. these groups aren't as static as seeker trines, often gaining and losing members over time.

as for j/p specifically... i wouldn't go so far as to say they're a bonded pair (they're both relatively independent), but they definitely have a close connection.

im not really sure about how attraction would work for cybugs (gestures loosely at whatever's going on with skystar) because i think that jazz would consider him to be one of his "group", albeit not one that he can reproduce/raise offspring with. (and i mean... he's effectively found a way around that anyway)

ALSO i think something that would be funny is if in their first meeting, prowl ends up accidentally acting out courting activities at jazz, who's just like >:0?! (i was thinking that prowl probably ends up leading jazz around by his hand, and also chasing him a little, and jazz is just like. swooning)

also to extend my response from the previous question- jazz'd view Green in a similar way (so she's part of his social grouping) but minus the mating/partnering context!

[revelboo]

True Romance Pt 6

Seeker Trine x Reader

• “I found something,” Skywarp says as he comes in the door and Starscream has to grab you when you try to throw yourself off of where you’d been sprawled on him in an attempt to get as far away as possible. Not that your alarm isn’t wholly unwarranted. Skywarp’s last ‘surprise’ had turned out to be a live possum. Which contrary to what Skywarp had assumed, you hadn’t found pleasing at all. Apparently furry doesn’t equate to cute. Pinning you to his chassis, he sits up.

• “What did you do?” Starscream growls, sucking all the fun out of the room. It was one mistake. In Thundercracker’s stupid movies, humans like furry animals. How was he supposed to know it was only certain animals? Choosing to ignore the question to annoy Star, he moves closer and offers you his closed hands. And if you cringe harder into Star, he ignores that, too. Knows you’ll like this gift better.

• Studying Skywarp’s face, you recognize that stubborn smirk. Whatever he has, he’s not giving up until you take it. Growling, Starscream tries to push his hands away and your shoulders hunch. He can’t have found something worse than the possum. You really need to believe that as you reluctantly lean out and Starscream vents and holds you out so you can play pick a hand with Skywarp. Brow furrowing as you look from one hand to the other. Could be food. Could also be a handful of venomous snakes. Stretching out an arm, you slap his right hand.

• Stiffening as Skywarp flops his hand up and opens it, Starscream isn’t sure what to expect. The fistful of sparkly things is a surprise. Like the way you immediately reach for them, nearly tumbling out of his hand. “Coverings?” He asks as Skywarp dumps them in his hands with you and you start pawing through them. Reds, blues, and purples, the things are slinky and insubstantial looking, but it’s the colors that snag him. There’s three different garments, one in each of their colors. When he looks at Skywarp, his brother just shrugs looking almost embarrassed.

• You’re almost positive these might be prom dresses, they’re so glittery and over the top. And you really don’t want to know where he stole them from. Because he’d seen them and thought of you and it leaves you feeling warm. Going up on your knees in Starscream’s hand, you gesture for Skywarp to lean down. Not even bothered when he makes a show of huffing at you even as he obeys. Before you can second guess yourself, you lay your palms on his chin and lean to give him a quick thank you kiss. Almost missing the way Starscream’s expression stiffens.

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[dragqueenstarscream]

I immediately fell in love with your bower bird idea and I want starscream to decorate his apartment more and more elaborately for inviting Optimus over who is COMPLETELY oblivious to the courting rituals being used on him. Starscream is incredulous and embarrassed, "I have silks, earthen gold and all manner of accommodations more than befitting a courtship and he walks away as if ive shown him the dredges of iacon!"

Of course it would be his trine to help his predicament, poor star would be so caught up in the feelings of it all. After all it's not just his processor telling him to court Optimus but something deeper than that, something carnal. Instinctual. He *needs* Optimus's approval and it is driving him CRAZY. He sees a protector, he sees something he's never had... he sees someone who would drive Megatron off his rocker to be seen with. Its too enticing, he *needs* it.

Thundercracker knows Star is too in over his head to be able to consider that Optimus just isn't familiar with the culture, so he takes it upon himself (with a bit of help from skywarp) to let Optimus know what's what. Optimus is of course taken aback at first... Starscream? Courting him?? And so dutifully too, he'd immediately be so hot in the face and flattered but also just so confused. Why him? But regardless he'd feel guilty of unknowingly making Starscream jump through these hoops for his attention and after a bit of coaching on what he's really being shown, he's ready to show Starscream a few courting rituals of his own >:3c

see, you get it!! you see the vision!!

starscream's gone out of his way to court optimus. he wants optimus to know that starscream is capable of making his home (and hopefully, in the future, their home) worthy of a prime. it's beautiful, truly, draped in gold and silk and finery.

but optimus' grounder aft is CLUELESS. like yeah he thinks it's pretty, but he doesn't get that starscream is trying to flirt with him. his obliviousness wounds starscream's pride, making him think that his efforts weren't enough.

and thundercracker being the one to inform optimus lmao, tc is probably the most emotionally intelligent of the three. optimus feels so bad that he missed starscream's hint, but... now he feels flattered. starscream went out of his way to do all of this for him?

optimus makes a surprise visit to starscream's apartment and finds him taking down the decorations, looking heartbroken. optimus manages to sneak up on starscream and hug him from behind. before starscream can protest, optimus explains that he didn't realize what starscream was doing at first. now that he knows, however, he's honored by how much starscream was willing to do to court him. maybe now, it's his turn to return the favor.

starscream's definitely not crying. no. he just got gold flakes in his optic.

[therocketeer0501]

IDW Starscream X Reader

Rendezvous

Warnings: none

Synopsis: While on patrol, the SIC discovers a quiet place he can get away from it all. Unfortunately, so did a certain troublesome little human.

Author note: (I’ve never written fanfic before but I wanted a slow burn romance with no smut only fluff so here I am. I am not a professional writer and this is my first time posting fanfic!)

It had been one of those days you felt like running away from it all. You drove furiously down the winding road you took to work every day. Music blaring and fists clenched on the wheel. Snow had fallen the night before making the foliage glisten as your car screamed past the quiet trees. You needed more time to yourself. Just a few more hours until you had to go home. It’s not like you wouldn’t be alone anyway. You lived by yourself in the middle of nowhere, in a house given to you when your mother passed away last year. The memories in that house plagued you almost as much as your idiot coworkers. Taking a deep breath in, you turn onto the unmarked path that led to the lake. The moon was full, casting ethereal silver light over the icy water. This time of year you knew it was frozen solid. Enough for your favorite passtime, ice skating. It had been years since you had been here. Good memories began to surface as you parked the car and got out. Breathing in a lungful of painfully fridged air. A smile crawled its way across your lips. This was exactly what you needed.

Starscream stalked through the halls of the base. His wings flicking irritably. Another unfruitful scout for energon had left him with the fury of his glorious leader. He flexed his servos itching for something to take his frustration out on. He shouldered past Thundercracker, the other seeker raising a hand in greeting but stopping when he saw the look on his face. He missed the days when he and his trine had been able to spend more time together. But those feelings were currently overshadowed by the unyielding rage he felt. He tried to ignore the sting in the side of his helm where Megatron had drove his fist, making it clear once again that failure meant pain. Venting his frustration to the cold night air, he transformed wanting to be anywhere but here. Flying his usual patrol route he spotted the perfect place far enough away from those miserable humans. A lake, surrounded by mountains and covered in ice. A clearing of large rocks sat underneath a cliff nearby. Perfect to take out his grievances on. He landed skidding so a halt, nearly bowling into one of the big rocks. Instead he sent his fist through it, shattering the massive stone and yelling his frustration to what he thought was an empty night sky.

You had since donned your old skates and a heavier coat. Pulling on the leather skates felt like coming home. Something familiar and exciting. You had taken lessons in your teens and still remember it like it was yesterday. Putting on your favorite playlist, you slide gracefully onto the ice. The moon is bright enough to light the entire lake as you enjoy the solitude. Your breath billowing in eerie curls from your mouth as you remember the steps to a routine you learned. Spinning gracefully, forgetting the awful day you had at work. Peace didn’t last long though as a massive boulder comes hurtling from behind you. Narrowly missing your head and plummeting straight through the thick ice. You barely have time to react before you are sent flying. A scream of fear cut short as you plunge below the ice into the inky water.

Starscream swung his helm around at the sound of your shriek. A human? Or an animal? Something was here with him. He stalked through the trees towards where he had sent that stone flying. He hoped it would land satisfyingly in the middle of that frozen lake. On his approach he saw it in fact met its mark. That’s when he noticed the human vehicle parked near the shore and a small pale hand scrabbling at the edge of the ice. For a moment he thought about just flying away. He wouldn’t have to deal with whatever it was. It was just a human. Right? But something made him stop and reach out a massive hand, scooping you from the water. When he lifted you towards his face to examine you, he noticed something alarming. You weren’t moving. A tinge of guilt gripped his spark. He hadn’t meant to cause harm to the thing. All these years on earth and he hadn’t let himself get this close to its squishy little inhabitants. It looked startlingly like a Cybertronian sparkling. His optics narrow as worry grips him. Poking you with a servo gently to push you over onto your back in his hand, he presses it cautiously to your chest. Your little heartbeat is there, but it’s faint. He vents in exasperation. The night wasn’t meant to go like this.