#starcee

[gl1tt3r-gutz-and-r0b0tz-sl]

Here's the other image from my first post here. This was one of the first transformers pics I made in Photoshop at school this year, so my style has changed.

[doritooooo]

why can't I find a good long form Arcee/Starscream enemies to lovers fic

[k1drobot]

waiter waiter may I please get some more starcee yuri

[bougiebutchbitch]

(starcee anON) HOLY SHIT? LMAO? I LOVE THAT SO MUCH???? your response was better than i expected tbh i was sitting here thinking "oh nooo they're gonna think i'm so weird for asking such a random tfp ship question" ajsdjsfdsfk i would sincerely love to read that first chapter anytime that you are comfortable sharing it! you obviously dont have to commit to the long fic unless if u absolutely wanted to, i know its difficult to keep up with long fics just in general. and take it from me as someone with adhd and autism i know you cant, like, force a hyperfixation to stay at a certain level for a certain period of time in order to actually Make Things for said hyperfixation, let alone gather the energy for even Making the Things. i am but a friendly neighborhood anon simply showing my very strong support for starcee fucking if you ever wanted to grace us with it <3

sdkfghjgfsdg you are a DELIGHT! I would be all too happy to share - though alas, I have so many projects on my plate I can't guarantee this one will ever get finished. But a teaser-taster for you, dear Starcee nonnie!

Super messy and unedited....

FATE MISNAMED

There is no such thing as an accident; it is fate misnamed – Napoleon Bonaparte (I’ve always felt that he and Starscream have something in common…)

ARCEE KNOCKS UP STARSCREAM, hatefrag to grudging friendship with kid on the side.

It was the second tight-band communication burst in as many human months. The difference was, this time Arcee wasn’t the only bot online to receive it.

“Starscream,” said Ratchet, loading that designation with every ounce of frustration the mech deserved.

Arcee froze, spark skipping an entire spin.

Frag. Not again.

The silo interior abruptly lit with the targeting systems of her HUD. Her intakes raced; her plating clutched tight to her protoform. Her optics clicked, zooming in to a sharper degree of focus, as if she were about to transform blasters and fire. Battle protocols online.

Damn him. Damn him. Had it taken the glitch only one of this planet’s moon-cycles to renege on their deal? That they would never speak of what had happened, ever again?

:What does he want?: beeped Bee.

Bulkhead snorted, lumbering over from where he’d been helping Miko with her latest art project – something about releasing the inner child through finger-painting, which Arcee suspected Miko only chose because one of Bulk’s digits alone was enough to blot her entire canvas. “Lemme guess. He wants to trade intel again.”

Ratchet scanned the message, frown ossifying onto his faceplates. “No,” he said, slowly.

“Arcee?” she heard Jack say, as if from a distance. “Are you…?”

“It says,” Ratchet continued, his narrow blue gaze swinging ominously to settle upon her, “that he wants to talk. With you.”

The rest of the conversation washed over Arcee like the flares of solar radiation that prickled your mesh when your shuttle flew too close to a dying star. Bulkhead, trying to crack a joke about how he knew Starscream was stupid, but he’d never pegged him for suicidal. Bumblebee, nervously twittering that they couldn’t really be considering letting her go alone. Ratchet, muttering half-hearted threats about blocking that frequency band entirely. Jack, saying her name with worry apparent in his voice, while Miko suggested an imaginative array of possibilities for how this could be a trap.

And Optimus, studying her with his usual even expression. Impassive. Unjudging.  

Arcee sure hoped that lasted.

“I’ll go,” she growled, stepping over Jack as she stalked towards the activation rings of the Groundbridge. “He sent coordinates?”

Ratchet pinged them across. Bumblebee beeped that he would be waiting to provide back-up, Bulkhead shushed Miko when her suggestions of what Arcee ought to do to Starscream became violently graphic, and Optimus said nothing at all.

Oh, Arcee was so fragged.

She sent Jack one last reassuring smile, doing her best to disguise the whirling anger in her spark. Her hate for Starscream – that conniving, vicious excuse for one of Primus’s children – was too furious to be contained by her form. Then she stepped into the swirling groundbridge vortex, passing in a single step from the warm-lit silo interior to the forest where she and Starscream had last clashed.

The forest was much as she had left it. Cold, dark. Gloomy in an organic sort of way.

Dead pine needles crunched beneath her pedes. Pesky things; she’d have to spend an hour coaxing them out with a pair of medical tweezers upon her return. Yet another way in which Starscream managed to make her life a torment, through his mere existence.

There was something eerie about walking on dead organic matter, especially when it formed a fuzzy green carpet atop regolith made from yet more compacted dead organic matter, on which the currently living organic matter fell. The circle of life, as Jack had once tried to explain it, with an accompanying movie that re-enacted a modern play from a few hundred years’ back with cartoon lions. Arcee wasn’t buying it. After all, Cybertronians managed to reproduce without needing to consume either the literal flesh of other sentient beings, or plant matter that drew nutrients from corpses.

Still, whatever the humans’ perturbing foibles, they had proven themselves to be kind, warm-hearted, and deserving of Arcee’s respect. Unlike some bots she could name.

One such bot was the only piece missing from this familiar scene. Last time, he’d been curled by that stump there, optics shuttered from the pain, barely discernible from the shadows but for the quiver of his wings.

Bring medical kit, the message had read. Come alone.

Arcee, being the only insomniac to walk through the command hub at the late hour when the message came through, had obeyed the latter directive.

Still, Starscream must’ve begged treatment from somewhere – Knock Out, perhaps. From what little intelligence Arcee could gather on the intricacies of the Decepticon hierarchy, he was one of the only mechs who could tolerate his ex-Commander in concentrated doses.

Either way, Starscream stood now, the slice on his leg (MECH, he had whimpered, making his optics fill his face in an attempt to extort her pity. Then, because he would never not be a slave to his own pride: A lucky shot, you understand) healed to a nanite-glittering scar. He faced away from her, wings spread at their fullest extent, hands clasped behind his narrow back. As, she imagined, a Decepticon XO had once presided over the Nemesis’s bridge. As he had stood and waited for Cliffjumper to be dragged before him…

Her fist curled, but the accompanying rage was muted. Not lessened, merely quietened for a while, as her processor replayed the last time that back was presented to her.

Turn around, for frag’s sake. The last thing I want to see is your pathetic face.

He’d done it, too. Scoffing, scowling, rolling his optics to the sky. But he’d turned. And she’d dug her digits into his winglets (fluttering with imperious affront before her face) followed swiftly by her teeth…

Mistake. A mistake, nothing more. A fumbling, furious thing, borne of frustration and spark-guttering hatred, a need to ram their fists into each other’s faces that had fragmented under pressure into a different mode of physicality. One she had no intention of repeating.

She’d hoped Starscream felt the same. But, considering the circumstances of this second summons, perhaps the record needed setting straight, and they could return to the face-punching part again.

Arcee raised her chin. “Turn around,” she demanded – then winced at the unintentional call-back to things best left forgotten. “If you have the nerve to summon me like some organic pet, the least you could do is look me in the optics.”

Starscream laughed. It had never been a pleasant sound, but his stint as an exile had done him no favors. His throat sounded sandpapered, as if he’d been crying. Or, more likely, drinking impure energon.

“Trust me,” he grated, pivoting on one long, slender leg. Arcee had never been attracted to lightweight-class fliers. Too skinny, too elongated, like a handful of metal splinters plucked from a crash-site that Primus had bound together and breathed into life. But there was a certain grace to their movements she could appreciate. Even hampered on land, walking on a layer of mulched humus that was disconcertingly squishy underfoot, Starscream maintained his balance as if it was as effortless as intakes and ex-vents. This was especially impressive, considering he had his chest plates open. The plating fanned out to either side, evoking the uncomfortable image of a victim on MECH’s operating table. “You want to see this even less.”

For once in his regrettably long and deservedly miserable lifespan, Starscream was right.

Arcee stared.

Arcee shook her helm.

Starscream, grimly, nodded.

Arcee shook her helm some more, and waited for the purge-order pop-ups to fill her HUD before dismissing them with a mental flick.

No. No. It couldn’t be. They’d used and abused each other for the better part of a joor (Admittedly, Arcee had done the predacon’s share of the abusing. She might’ve felt bad about afterwards were it not for how vocally Starscream had liked it). But the merge? It had been blessedly short. Barely ten klikkas had passed between the seeker tantalizing her with a vibrant, volcanic sliver of sparklight, and her realizing this was a pit-damned, Primus-forsaken, Optimus-shaming idea.

A merge involved more than the spark, after all. Or rather, the spark was more than just the glowing nodule of life-force that resided in each Cybertronian’s chest cavity. It was their essence. Their thoughts, their fears, the slimy little ambitions that crept through the cracks in their psyche, their ecstasy, their physical bliss. Their remorse and regret – and their jarring, tank-wrenching lack of it.

Arcee hadn’t intended to scan for what Screamer had felt, as he drove his talons into Cliffjumper’s spark. Her only thought had been to slake this twisting, snarling scratch of claws in her belly, her urge to pin him and bite him and (egged on by his breathy, delirious chant of yes, yes, oh yes, Primus) hurt.

She’d found that memory in his mind, regardless. And in that moment, she’d known that the bot she was fragging was every bit the monster she’d always accused him of being.

But now that monster stood before her, chestplates once again bared from his spark. Or rather, his sparks.

Dear Primus on high.

“They’re yours,” said Starscream. “In case you were wondering.”

He sounded horribly accusative.

If Arcee left her mandible dangling much longer, oral washer fluid would start to leak.

“Frag,” she said.

Starscream sneered. “Yes,” he said, shutting his spark casing with a vicious snap. “Unfortunately, we already did.”

[thereturnofastrosrevenge]

YOUTUBE POO: Starscream Recollects A Similar Dick

[awesome-normal-heroes]

What if Armada Starscream ironically became friends with Arcee?

Imagine Alexis, Sari and Miko shipping them...

You decide if Starscream and Arcee are platonic or romantic...

[jpopstreaming]

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[decepti-geek]

It should be objectively a terrible idea for these two to get together but they might improve each other slightly if they do. Or the violent fallout will be entertaining 60/40 odds

I feel as though this could apply to Many of my ships and especially our shared ships, however I also have an instinct that it is probably Starcee!

[smuttybookwyrm]

you can ignore this ask, but if you want to write it, tfp starscream x arcee with arcee spiking him? hints of hate fucking and brat taming would be great.

sorry it took so long, ive been finishing up the school year and starting work again lol. anyways you have no idea how thrilled i was with this ask i love starcee hatefucking. ~~

"Look at you, you're pathetic."

All Starscream could do in response to Arcee's taunt was whimper, writhing as her digits plunged in and out of his valve.

"What would your soldiers say, if they saw you like this? At my mercy?" Arcee growled in his audial.

"M-!"

""M" what, Starscream?"

"More!"

Arcee laughed, her servo stilling as Starscream rolled his hips against it, his vents whining desperately.

"You want more? What, do you want my spike?"

His face screwed up as he looked away from her, a futile attempt to keep his dignity intact.

"No, you'll look at me and answer my question. If you don't, I'll leave you here, high and dry. Do you understand?"

He nodded his head in acknowledgement, looking back up at her, a haze of lust painting his faceplates.

"I'll ask again. Do you want my spike, Starscream?"

"Y-yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Good boy."

Arcee unlatched her plating, spike pressurizing immediately, almost painfully.

Starscream whimpered when he saw it, his hips rolling back down on her digits, crying out as she removed them.

"You want this? You want autobot spike?"

He nodded frantically, shrill whines emitting from his vocaliser.

"Words, Starscream. Use them."

"Please! Please I want-!"

She cut him off with a quick thrust into his soaking valve.

[yes-i-write-fanfiction]

Fusion: Starscream and Arcee-TFP

StarCee is a highly volatile and unstable fusion. Arcee HATES Starscream and Starscream loathes Arcee. The only reason they would ever fuse together would be if it was to defeat a common foe that they had no other chance to defeat otherwise.

Both of them claw for control and thus StarCee mostly acts on instinct, attacking whoever is in sight and is deemed a threat, even allies. Though if they start to seriously hurt one of the Autobots then Arcee with forcefully end the fusion right then and there.

While not particularly bulky, what StarCee lacks in raw strength they more than make up for in speed and pure ferocity. Will do anything to win a fight, no matter how dirty the trick may be.

So unstable that they are only kept together by the threat of imminent death, the moment StarCee is no longer in combat it starts to defuse, simply because Starscream and Arcee doesn't wish to stay like this for even a second longer. If somehow StarCee would remained fused, even with the threat no longer present, then they would display a sly and cunning personality. They have a sarcastic sense of humor and prefer to keep other's at an arm's length. This is because of Arcee's fear of losing those she holds dear and Starscream's distrust of others.

[gl1tt3r-gutz-and-r0b0tz-sl]

"Did you just spend thirty minutes shaping the ass of a sketch?"

Yes.

Yes the fuck I did.

NO REGRETS.

I'll explain more once it's finished.

I hate and love Kleki with a dying passion.

[oatchi]

hey anticallie could you tell me your kinlist.

Welllll I got a lot I’m pretty shy about you gotta unlock some friendship levels with me to get to buuuuut I got a few main ones that I’m pretty public about which are Miu Iruma and TFP Arcee!

Miu is just like me for real she knows exactly what she wants which is big strong men and hot robots like helloooo don’t we allllll she’s literally just like me shoutouts to Shuichi though I’m such an Ouma stan so I got my moments with him too!!

Arcee on the other hand was one of my first kins! I used to headcanoon her as autistic and nonbinary :) when I was a kid I became such a Starcee girl and a decade later I’m just the same! I’m like genuinely obsessed with screamy in tfp Steve Blum is makes him SUCH a dreamboat if I were actually Arcee I wouldn’t have stayed an Autobot for long lollll.

I’m gonna have to his ya with the block button if you share either of these two sorryyyy they’re literally me ^_^ they’re literally the basis for the way all my self inserts act sorry if you’re unable to see it now that I’ve pointed it out!

One more bonus one since I’ve been replaying Persona 5 I’ve been like so heavily associating with Makoto like sorry I’m so smart and a motorcycle girl and my kryptonite is cool cute boys!! I’m just predicable 😔

Anti-honesty hour. Ask me anything and I will respond with blatant lies.

[manicpanicmonkey]

Some StarCee art with their lil bot, StarJumper,

I’ve got an entire AU going in my head where Scream stepped back and went “Wait, why am I working for a guy that does space meth? Im out!” And it just snowballs from there pft! Plus, I just like doing fluff with these two 🤷🏻‍♀️♥️

[kzy-kjm]

SALU - Blood feat. KOWICHI, Starceed (Official Music Video)

[catnerdenby]

oh man. How...how did I miss this??

I ain't a Starcee shipper (though I do enjoy reading it sometimes) but this fic is incredible and I went on an emotional rollercoaster while reading :'> Very good read

Have some Arcee x Starscream crack from 2011

I regret nothing!

[miraculousmaladys]

TFP If You Ship...

Starscream Edition

Updated: KOSS added, Starcee revised

Starop: you just want Starscream to be happy, you want Optimus to be selfish for fucking ONCE PLEASE. Usually a ship based around character development/un-development and positivity. Also its funny watching Starscream absolutely refuse any of Optimus's advice only to watch him either accidentally take it or use it.

Megastar: you either really hate Starscream, or you really hate Megatron, or you hate them both. You may also just really like the thought of these two being an absolute POWER COUPLE with major issues. This ship is riddled with character development possibilities, and MULTIPLE plot ideas; this ship could go several ways and I'm here for it.

Starwave: shut the fuck up, this can't exist..... it does? Holy fuck- uh well honestly, it seems like y'all just wanna lowkey see Soundwave DO more. Especially in TFP. Take charge and be selfish. This could also be a plot thing, as some have the HC that in TFP Soundwave is a victim of slavecoding. You just wanna be watched over by a lowkey unstoppable force and I’m here for it.

Stardown n'out/ BreakStarOut/ etc.: this ship could have multiple names and I'm upset at the gays for not coming up with something. You probably just want them all to find SOME kind of comfort with each other on the Nemesis, but some of you absolutely wanna see them all Manipulate, Girlboss, and Malewife their way outta shit.

StarShock: you bitch. You pretentious whore. I love you. They fit together really well physically given the fact that Shockwave thick as fuck and Starscream is a literal twig. I can see one-sided pining from either side with this one. Y'all just wanna be chased huh.

Starbee: yall just wanna soil the UwU babu thing Bee has going on, tbh I can live with that. Bee taking charge and being his own leader and Starscream learning to be a little more positive to himself and others. This ship is very similar to StarOp but Bee's getting more than just 'learning to put himself first' out of it which is cute.

Starchet: TWO CRUSTY OLD MEN BAKING ENERGON COOKIES AND COMPLAINING ABOUT THEIR CO-WORKERS. TWO CRUSTY OLD MEN DRINKING HOT ENER-T IN THEIR LITTLE COTTAGE IN THE WOO-

Starjack: I have never seen a more crackhead ass ship. What the fuck was y'all thinking. Pretty sure your answer would be "why the fuck would we think?" This is what happens when you pair that one kid who barked and bit people on the playground with the know it all kid who took up class time kissing the teachers ass. We all hate them with a passion but their relationships been going strong for 20 years and they are highschool sweet hearts. Good for them.

Starscreen: you are horny, in a take care of me I take care of you and we cuddle afterwards but also love me kinda way

*Starcee: you are horny, in a "dominate me mommy" kinda way. BOTH ways. Switch huh? Switch who? Arcee definitely tops most of the time. This ship argues as foreplay. This ship also has the smaller one running things, but both fucking SLAY when it comes down to the deep shit. This ship could be angsty as fuck, but could also be the most therapeutic fucking hurt/comfort thing anyone has ever SEEN.

Starbulk/ Bulkstar/ Bulkscream/ idk the names don’t mesh well: .....holy fuck this is a thing? This is a thing and no one told me?? Hang on...ok so I found like 7 stories on archiveofourown. Y'all are definitely starving I'm so fucking sorry. This is probably one of the only mentions of your ship you will ever find that isn't a porn without plot/some plot fanfiction.

Star.....magnus??/ MagnusStar: ok hear me out I can totally see this being a thing. Both are SiC and....honestly babes BDSM?? All of it. Dominant Stars and body worshipping Magnus??? You don't know WHERE this ship could go. Could be absolutely filthy or an exploration of both their characters given that they are sort of two sides of the same coin.

Shattered Glass Starscream/ literally anyone: tbh you a hoe and I hate you and you probably just want to be loved. You ain't fooling no fuckin' body he is your self insert.

*KOSS: This ship has red bottom energy, a look that screams parada and a mouth that turns words into knives that kills peoples self esteem. This ship uses spinal struts as accessories to go along with its new finish. Honestly these two could be such a power couple but they’re both...pretty fucking scared. Like all the time. I wanna make jokes about this ship but given what happens in the show- bro this ship is just fluff/comfort because the hurt is implied. Ain’t even gotta put it in the tags- anyway the people that ship this as their top ship scare me but I know y’all to hurt to actually do anything. You probably come to this ship to live vicariously through either character or your kinning one of these bitches. I say this as a feminine guy who sees themself in knockout.

//Good morning lovelies, I'm serving you violence wrapped in kindness today. Don’t be afraid to msg me abt spelling/grammar errors, or if you want you can send me a ship to add lol.