#starscreech.

[thereturnofastrosrevenge]

ok my au is like (Aeromorph AU (idk what the other vehicles are gonna look like bc anthro cars are fucking weird 😭 but right now its just starscream and Jetfire) it's kinda based on TFP where a lot of similar things happened kinda but Starscream leaves the decepticons and goes rogue (homeless, unemployed) for the 400th time and at this point, he's tried killing megatron like millions of times, he stopped trying long ago and just feels really hopeless and broken about that. so he goes and lives in the woods or whatever and he meets this human that he tries to bully but the human sucks his ego off so well by being an aircraft nerd and Jetfire ALSO left because hes jetfire and maybe hes working with the autobots??? he meets starscreech out there in the woods and they like ... you know... stick together because theyre both homeless and unemployed and jetfire maybe doesn't want to completely devote himself to the autobots and live with them either bc theyre autobots and annoyingly preachy self righteous like the jehovahs witnesses of robots

but then ooooh starscream doesnt know jetfire is sometimes helping the autobots and the autobots are like "oooh what if you turned starscream over to us we will take care of him and definitely not imprison him and torture him for information" and jetfires like "mmmmmm mrrrrm mmuhhmmmmmmmm"

and eventually starscream thinks about how long hes been away from megatron and the war and not obsessing on Killing Megatron or Big Plots and realizing this is the most inner peace he's felt in millions of years and how his little human friend can fuel his ego without him like being abusive to them in order to feel like he has some sorta power....

but maybe..

the real megatron assassination and power grab was the friends we made along the way?

[callededie]

early evening, september 4th, 2004

ten months. 

edie sighed, a learned mannerism to show he was tired. he’s mastered the idea of it well enough that now it happens without it being for the benefit of anyone else; a quiet expression for a private moment. he was more tired now that he was working less, something inside of him that was rejuvenated by doing what he felt he was meant to. it was the sitting, the waiting, that wore him down. he had lasted fifteen years of it before, maybe he would be able to do it again. yet, there was something different this time. before, it had felt like he was waiting for something. now he was just waiting. his face remains still at the thought. if he was as human as he had once wished to be, he might have frowned. instead he just thinks that he is uneasy with the feeling, and that is enough.

the being known on earth as edward turner was given credit for a large number of things, but his ability to adapt was not one he often got commendations for. perhaps that was because the humans so often forgot that he was on a different time scale than them. twenty five years was not that long for him, but he had done his best in that time. however, there were a number of things he had learned ( some more recently than others ) during that time, beyond which expressions meant what and how certain phrases worked.

in the past ten months, for example, he had learned two very important things. the first he had learned that night, as he watched the train skid out over the ice: that following orders was not all it took to be a hero. people on igruvad had followed orders, those who boarded the train had followed orders… he had followed orders when he almost killed everyone who had. there was a balance to be found, a way to not be disruptive but knowing when a call needed to be made outside of what was instructed. secondly, and this was something that had come more gradually over the months following, that his want to be a human was not really what he had ever needed.

what he had needed was a home, somewhere he felt like he belonged.

imagine you are young, just coming into adulthood, and you have watched your world crumble around you as you are supposed to enter it. not only do you lose your family, but anyone you had ever known. you lose those you had never known too. and so you leave. you make an escape and for a time you are on your own, with hardly any contact with another living thing. then you hear it, a call for help. they don’t know that’s what they’re sending you, but you can tell because you’ve heard it before. that is how your world must have sounded before the end. you arrive, admittedly late but they still need you, and they take you in. they adopt you as one of theirs. they are the first people besides your own that you have encountered and you are so desperate for a place where you are not the last one left, that you believe you must become one of them.

it was an understandable confusion, but now it was righted. edie had figured out that, while he was grateful for humanity and their giving him purpose for this time, there was no reason for him to feel like he needed to be one of them. they would let him belong as he was, they had. it was in the moments that he tried too much to be one of them that he stood out the most.

still, he was unsure earth was where he was meant to fit, even if it would let him. the waiting did not feel as purposeful as it had before, even if it was less isolationist than it had been. instead it was empty, his meaning lost, or at least no longer with him. where it had gone was unclear. the moments with the team were good, times when the bureau called him back into action were also good, but he did not feel as tied to earth as he once had. he was restless. he needed to do something more. 

he collapsed on the couch in his home after returning from the brunch, letting his head tip over the back slightly to stretch his neck. eyes shut for a moment, allowing himself to rest. it only takes a moment for them to flick open again, prompted by a muffled beeping from the door to the garage. it’s surreal for a moment, just the noise itself making him want to jump up from the couch but also holding him down to it, unable to move. this could be his answer, but if he entered that room he would be making a choice he could not take back.

it was the right thing to do.

the door is pushed open, and his gaze falls to the sleek looking metal box on a wooden table at the far left side. he ignores the rest of the contents of the garage, containing, most notably, the ship that had brought him here twenty five years ago; he had fixed it up in retirement, something to do to keep him busy and something to do in case … well in case this happened. the screen glowed a soft blue, blinking in time with the beeps coming from its speaker. edie moves towards it, hand hovering above it. there’s a small second of hesitation, but then he places it down on top of the box. the blinking stops, the pale light growing steady and slightly brighter. he listens. the transmission is at once both unfamiliar and exactly what he was hoping to hear.

earth would be okay on its own now. somewhere else needed him.

morning, september 5th, 2004

he stays up most of the night. he makes the final adjustments to his old ship. he does all the things the boy who left igruvad had to do to move on. he comes to the conclusion that he cannot take edward turner with him. edward turner belonged to earth, and would remain here even if he wasn’t. maybe he could come back and visit him. for now though, edward turner would stay on earth as a series of objects delivered carefully, by hand, to each one of the exemplars who remained. and one who didn’t.

waiting in her parking space at the bureau when she arrives on monday morning is a box addressed to elizabeth mitchell. inside is a carefully folded uniform, to be kept by the bureau itself, along with a butterfly keychain, wrapped carefully, and a 7/11 bag containing 3 snickers bars with a piece of tape marking them for tango.

in front of the building where laura smith rehabilitates the creatures that had previously been confined, another box waited, addressed to her. this one’s contents included a box of tea, several squares of bubble wrap, and a new pair of wool socks.

in his mailbox in the faculty lounge of the school he taught at, a manilla folder waits for will rivkin, containing the entirety of edie’s keychain collection, as amassed during their retirement, sans the butterfly that had been gifted to beth.

on the steps of the dance studio a shoebox marked for zia dewan, containing two snowglobes, one depicting the new york skyline, the other a dancer.

on the balcony of damien valentine’s apartment waited a folded electric blanket, one of edie’s favorite possessions: a quiet thank you for damien’s care of him after the bureau was attacked.

outside her front door, evelynn ambrose will find a trio of pothos plants that edie had been caring for during the fifteen years the exemplars were disbanded, and another blue slushee.

if anyone were to look, they might notice a bit of upturned dirt next to adelaide venture’s grave. buried beside her now was a long expired ( he had made sure it would be of no danger to anyone ) grenade of igruvadan design that had been part of the supplies on his ship.

it was a promise to each of them. i am not gone.

but earth would be okay on its own. somewhere else needed him now.

[retiredhq]

i know starscreech approached the us government but did they have to audition or train at all? the team was always a bit of a performance, so how did a character, who just kinda showed up and said they wanted to help, fit in?

well starscreech didn’t really approach the government so much as they descended from the sky and offered their services to the living creatures of earth. and seeing as that offer was broadcast on live television the government had no choice but to recognize it. since the public was very curious how the whitehouse would react to alien life hovering in the air and offering peace and guidance. 

the government pretty much put a on a ceremony shaking starscreech’s hand and declaring peace between aliens and humans and then ignored starscreech for the next few years. but when more and more strange creatures started popping up starscreech was the first one to be contacted. they probably were sent out on missions by the government long before the team was ever formed. and then when starscreech alone wasn’t enough the team formed around them. so they are the genuine heart of the team with a bunch of actors around them. 

starscreech is kind, patient, and easy going so they don’t really mind following orders even ones that seem nonsensical like ‘hold back’ or ‘punch someone whose pretending to be a monster’. they just do what they are told because that is what is expected of them. and they didn’t have to audition or train because they are naturally able to superscream and fly. and they are stronger and more durable than the average human. so they didn’t have to prove themselves or their worth. 

[thecreatvre]

@callededie​

Over time, Tango has learned how to read human emotion not in facial expression, but in movement and scent, in vocal tone. The lift at the end of a sentence, the sharp edged smell of adrenaline, the rapid movements of anxiety. And Edie smells like he’s on edge, and somehow faded in a way that has Tango worried.

But he doesn’t know what he can do about that, so he simply follows Edie as they explore the strange lab, and tries to think of ways he can help.

There’s a locked door that groans when Tango rears up to lean his weight against it, and he thinks he could easily buckle it -- instead, he drops back down to sit in front of it, contemplative. “EDIE,” he calls. “DOOR... LOCK. EDIE OPEN?”

[ziadewans]

✆

name: Edie ★

ringtone: Crank That (Soulja Boy) because it’s hilarious 

picture: Zia took this pic while they were working out in the gym together. 

[exbent]

Good evening, fellow citizens. I’m Lescas Abaven, and you’re listening to Imperial Info On the Go.

Curiosity mounts this evening as the IFS Starscreech, pioneer of the latest technological breakthroughs in military energy efficiency, made an unscheduled landing on Empire-controlled Cassius 3 only hours ago.

One of the smaller occupied planets under Imperial domain, Cassius 3 is not equipped to receive a warship of such impressive size, and both soldiers and workers alike labored tirelessly on the hot surface to clear an area large for the ship to touch down.

Those present for the landing have described a feeling of pride and excitement at seeing the Starscreech - a long-time favorite in televised military parades - gracing their system, which is considered to be out of the way of most military and auxiliary travel routes.

We heard from a starstruck oliveblood at the scene, who couldn’t give us her name. “I’ve never seen anything like it! It was like a whole other planet, eclipsing the moon as it landed.”

Many are speculating now over the possible cause for the stop, with theories ranging from minor mechanical malfunction to a spontaneous rally to boost morale on Cassius 3, a strip-mining operation where the mortality rate of stationed troops is 45% higher than the Imperial planetside average.

Stay tuned for more as the situation develops.

[stellar-aide]

[The video begins with blurry focus as Kanaya evidently rushes to get it set up, turning to show the enormous head of a giraffe as it eats some lettuce leaves out of her palm with an audible crunch. She gasps quietly as this happens, hand getting more steady over a few seconds as she pans the camera to follow the giraffe’s head.]

[Right next to her, Vriska stands, looking a bit tense and holding out some lettuce to the animal, glancing between Kanaya and the approaching giraffe. Kanaya begins narrating in a stage whisper, excitement clear in her voice.]

“I’m here at the Houston Zoo in Houston, Texas, on the planet Earth and I just fed that tall creature, which is called a Maasai giraffe, some lettuce, which is a crunchy snack. The lettuce Vriska is holding is called iceberg lettuce, and it is made up of up to 96% water!”

[Vriska visibly tenses as the giraffe puts its lips into her hand to crunch at some more of the lettuce. The difference between the relaxed, neutral look on the giraffe’s face right up against Vriska’s tense posture is absolutely hilarious. The camera doesn’t pick anything up on mic, but one can vaguely read the words too fucking tall on Vriska’s lips, even from the profile shot.]

“Maasai giraffes are the tallest of nine subspecies of giraffe, which is native to Tanzania, as well as parts of Kenya and Zambia, all of which are part of the southeastern portion of the continent of Africa! Maasai giraffes are the tallest land animals on the planet Earth, and they are this height so they can eat their favored food, acacia leaves, right off of the tree. They can eat up to 75 pounds of leaves a day!”

“Great.”

[The giraffe has finished its snack and the camera pans over to Vriska as she repeatedly wipes her prosthetic hand off on her jeans, making a semi-disgusted face as they step off of the platform together to make way for the next few folks.]

“Vriska, did you know that some ancient humans, upon seeing a giraffe for the first time, thought they were a cross between a creature called a camel and a big spotted cat called a leopard?”

“No.”

“They called them camelopardalis because of that! Isn’t that amazing?”

“I don’t know. Shouldn’t something that tall be extinct already? If it needs to eat 80 pounds of food every day.”

“You should pick the next place we go on the map!”

[The camera fumbles a little as Kanaya hands off a neatly folded pamphlet, which Vriska unfolds while sighing.]

“I don’t know. What do you want to do?”

“Umm… maybe we can check out the bug house? I read online that their Asian forest scorpion had little scorplings a few months ago. I wonder if they are still there?”

“I guess we can go find out. The ice cream place is near there, anyway.”

“Sure! Okay, um, say hi! Before I turn this off!”

[Kanaya crouches quickly enough that their massive height difference isn’t evident by the time they’re both on camera, and she’s smiling wide, face a little flushed from the cold. Vriska blows hair out of her face and shrugs a little, smiling almost by accident.]

“Yeah. Hey.”

[tfwhynoy]

I typed Starscreech instead of Starscream and honestly is that even a notable change

[technicolor-laura]

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[redeyedryu]

Eggs in Moonshine - Extra

『 Eggs in Moonshine: Non-canon Drabble: Starscreech 』 Transformers: Prime 

Summary: Here’s another little drabble I may or may not rework to fit into the story that I had laying around from when this fic was still coming together. This is a bit spoilery in regards to the Reader’s dreamer mechanic so don’t read if you don’t want that knowledge.

"Yeah, yeah, Starscreech."

The monstrous robot, living up to the impromptu nickname, screeched, his pitch ranging to what were surely ear-bleeding levels. It hadn't crossed your mind until then, but you were glad these dreams, vivid as they were, didn't hit like they would if this had been real. If they did, you're sure you'd wake up with bleeding ears. Yikes.

"It is Starscream," said ‘Con hissed out as he sent a murderous, baleful glare your way. "Lord Starscream."

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” you chuffed out.

“What was  that?” Starscream bristled.

You brushed him off and pursed your lips in a frown, brow raising in a questioning expression. You tilted your head up, leaning back against the console with your posture relaxed. "Are you sure? ‘Cause with the amount of screeching you do..." You let the sentence trail off, brows raising in a doubtful question.

Somewhere off to the side you heard someone mutter an amused "oooooh" and had to pull your lips between your teeth to keep a smile from splitting your face.

You could tell just how badly you were getting under the seeker's metallic skin, his optics blaring.

"You infuriating organic," Starscream growled, "I'd like nothing more than to blast you to smoldering bits."

"Yeah, I sure bet you would!" you laughed. Sucks for him that he can't—that none of them can. The perks of being a dream gremlin.

[ask-smokescreen]

✎

Oh man, what nicknames don't I have for you, Starscreech? Screams? Pinky? You know, like Pinky and the Brain? Starwhisper, for when your vocalizer gets shot from all the Starscreaming scheming you gotta Starschemely do, Maybe I'd call you lord Stardork if you ever actually took out Megs!

[cyber-phobia]

You are too freaking good at drawing Starscreech, Gimmie some of dat talent I have raisin cookies I will attack!

First you gotta know the basics

Close up:

[retiredhq]

Would Jodie Whittaker work for Starscreech? What about Tessa Thompson, Elizabeth Olsen, or Gal Gadot?

Jodie was actually on my original list of FCs that I was going to suggest for Starscreech! So she is definitely approved! As for the rest of them they’re all too young to meet our age restrictions since Starscreech is over 40 years old! Sorry! 

[thecreatvre]

@alec-owersun

In the past fifteen years, Tango hasn’t gained much in the way of material possessions. A few books here, some merchandise there. Some nice rocks that one of the thoughtful people overseeing his stay gave him.

He thinks his favorite might be a dog. It’s a little carving -- clumsily made, not that Tango’s aware of the distinction between good carvings and bad carvings, nor, indeed, of animals -- with a round shape for a head and four stubby protrusions for limbs. In his letter, Alec had called it a ‘hippo’. But it’s clearly a dog. It held a place of esteem among his possessions, perched on a little shelf above his mattress, to watch over him and keep an eye on the corners of the room that got dark at night.

Now, that there are people and fresh air and sunlight and family, Tango is firmly clutching that little carving between two dinnerplate sized paws, rumbling in excitement. It long ago lost Alec’s scent (like stars and void and burning), but it doesn’t matter anymore. Because Alec is here.

The second Alec gets through the doors, Tango is ramming into his legs at speed. It’s the Tango version of a hug. “HERE NOW. THANK. FOR BOOK.” It’s practically a speech. “GOOD-- TRAVEL? HERE?”

[ziadewans]

@alec-owersun​

It had been a long day of unpacking and reorganizing and Zia quickly decided she was due for a break. Making her way to the kitchen, she looked through the odd array of ingredients, mulling over what she could throw together to make a sufficient meal. At the very least she had finally learned to cook after 15 years of living more or less on her own. She was certainly no Gordon Ramsay, but she could pull together couple decent meals and make a mean omelette if she really tried. 

Hearing some footsteps enter the kitchen, she turns only to recognize a familiar face-- Alec. She had always been quite fond of the board-blooded alien. There was something about his optimism and commitment to doing good that she could relate to and appreciate about him. 

“Hey, Alec,” she greets warmly, “You want some eggs?” she offers as she pulls out a pan and attempts to look for some oil spray, opening random (mostly empty) cupboards. “So Colorado-boy, do tell me what you’ve been up to during all these years?” she finally asks.

[retiredmuse]

A Guide to Troubled Exemplars

Babydoll – Zia

Captain Kick – Will

Druid – Benji

Monarch – Beth

Mortician – Damien

Commander Price – Cesare

Tallahassee – Addy

Starscreech – Edie

The Creature – Tango

Gecko – Laura

Bonus: Pendulum – Evelynn