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The thing about the setting of Sky COTL is that even though the player characters can all fly the world is built by an ancient civilization of people who could not and pretty much all the NPCs you will interact with outside of the dev inserts during anniversaries etc. are spirits of those people who could not fly. as a sky kid you are functionally just a mimic that takes on the appearance of the ancestors and picks up their gestures and fashions through imitation of their cultures you are exposed to. you don’t sneeze innately - you learn how to do a sneeze gesture by watching a spirit sneeze. this is how you learn how to wave to people, how to dance, how to applaud. when sky kids (players) communicate with each other, this is the language they have learned to do so, but because of how players communicate with each other, they are abstracting the language from the ancients into a sky kid culture of their own. player communities use the Bow emote frequently with each other in gratitude at every little interaction, which makes sky kids out to be funny little courteous guys. i got so offroaded from what i was going to say originally, which is that the pleasure of a world where you can fly is not necessarily one absent stairs, but one where stairs exist but where you can circumvent them with flight

Just when my hyperfixation ran out... I'd rather pass, but I'll invite some folks.

@cryingfunnyfox @sadfoxedkiddo @saffron-and-sweetpea @lordofblossoms

Mutual sleepover time!! I’m bringing lemonade 🍋🍋🍋. Everyone yap about all your hyperfixations!!

@magical-sweet-kitty @i-apologize-in-advance @raythepsychic @rayne3636 @evilrobertsmith @dem0lition-lov3r @failed-verification @geewaysgreendayhoodie @gerardksser @handsonpictureframes @chrissyhoffmannwtf @notyourmarshall @noelgruberfr @new-zee-land @mikey-way-stole-my-kidney

Favorite bird genre has got to be 'that's literally just a dinosaur'

Groove-Billed Ani

Hoatzin

Pheasant Coucal

No #1 conways game of life furry fan over here

Got an interesting take on eldritch horror for all you writers out there. It's a bit of a roundabout schlep to reach the actual idea, but writers tend to be readers so I hold you'll stick with me til we get there.

So, consider a 2D creature. Little flat dude, living on the ground. No concept of "up" or "down." He's 2D, he just doesn't parse the concepts and can't perceive them anyways.

He sees you. What he actually sees is just the 2D cross section of you where you intersect with his 2D world, which is probably your footprints. So, as far as he can tell, you are a pair of footprints that are.... apparently one being? He doesn't get how it works exactly, but it's not too far out there, so he just kind of accepts that, yes, humans are The Two That Are One. Spooky. They always seem to use the singular to refer to the pair of themselves, and only differentiate between themselves as Left or Right. But other paired instances of The Two That Are One are, in fact, separate entities. So they're only in sets of two, unless accompanied by a companion called "Cane," which they are sometimes, or even a pair of companions called "Crutches." When Crutches are present, sometimes one of The Two That Are One will be missing entirely. It's a little confusing.

But wait, what now? They disappear and reappear in sequence, teleporting in turns. He never sees them just move like a 2D being, always the stop-start teleporting. Apparently this strange power is called "walking," and its accomplished by The Two That Are One moving through an unseen dimension called "Up," through a process called "lifting" themselves and re-entering the real world farther away in the direction they wanted to go. He can accept the idea of unseen dimensions, and he vaguely gets the idea that one of The Two That Are One must remain anchored in the real world to prevent something called "falling," which is some kind of uncontrolled movement through the unperceivable dimension of "Down." Which is the same dimension as "Up," but...... backwards? Reversed? He's not really clear, but "Falling Down" is presumably bad, so The Two That Are One keep one of themselves here in the real world to prevent it.

Except if they do something called "jumping." Which consists of gathering up their power to hurl themselves through the Up dimension together to reappear together somewhere else in the real world. He isn't sure why they Walk instead of Jump, since it seems better to take both of The Two That Are One together at the same time, but okay.

Okay, what the hell, they can Walk through impenetrable barriers like the great wall of Sidewalk Chalk? How do they go through that? What? They went "Over?" The hell is "Over?" Like 'around' but through the unseen dimension of Up? But they couldn't Walk through the barrier of Wall. Why could they go "Over" Sidewalk Chalk but not Wall?

And they can't go between the four small obstacles of Refrigerator Feet. The area between them is safe from The Two That Are One, for the four Refrigerator Feet are connected to each other in the strange and eldritch dimension of Up. The barriers are too powerful to be moved by The Two That Are One, and it (they?) cannot enter the real world where it is blocked by such powerful forces.

Got all that?

Okay, now consider a 4 dimensional elder god and how we 3D entities would perceive them.

Messaging people for the first time is so hard. What am I supposed to say? Like, "You seem really odd and your blog intrigues me. Do you want to have philosophical conversations or perhaps talk about fictional characters?" What! Whatever. I will just follow you back and stare at your blog with my big beautiful brown eyes.

Some suggestions for your growing pet family

1) if you have a spare room turn it into a animal area for some of the animals and make some zones like on a table or empty shelf for the little bugs and a car we for the new cats and so on so each one has their space.

2) make an out door inclosure for the birds and those who can’t sit still but can roam and so the birds don’t fly into anything in the house

3) for the grey cat try visiting the location once and awhile with treats or something to I warn it’s trust (ps take gloves so you don’t get scratched at first

4) get ‘em checked out by a vet so they are healthy

5) try to give them a bath if you can since it’s hard to say what they might be carrying and incase they might have fleas

These are only ideas since by the looks of it your little pet family is growing more and more and you might wanna start planning before it gets to late.

I’ll do the best I can!!

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what about light creatures and terms of endearment in different realms?

imagine islanders calling their significant others bird. or fish. imagine passage guide looking at kids running amock and thinking silly baby birds. imagine an ancestor telling their friend see that manta carrying a boat? that's what you are to me and their friend starting to sob

or maybe imagine prairie and the abundance of creatures there. your extremely talkative and extraverted best friend is a bird. the polite little kid that greets you every time you pass by is a whale. your newborn grandchild is a manatee because they do look like one. your first love is a butterfly and the adults used to call you and your friends jellyfish when you were doing silly stuff as children

or maybe imagine foresters praising their best students and calling them birds because one day, they will surely fly very high. imagine them using the names of all those beautiful and majestic creatures that inhabit (or used to inhabit, before everything went wrong) those lands as pet names for their partners. my whale, my jellyfish. imagine a parent calling their child little crab, playing and jumping around, not a care in the world. imagine these terms of endearment being considered old-fashioned during the industrialisation, and then coming back when people start trying to undo the damage they have caused

imagine valley, where animals are seen as inferior to people, and where no one really calls people they care about these silly things. and yet, there is no word that suits your amazing partner with the most mesmering voice ever better than songbird

imagine wasteland, where whales and mantas have been replaced by monsters made of pure darkness. still, the elderly call the new generations mantas and birds and whatnot, because these children are precious, they are their last chance to get out of this mess. imagine telling your friend bleeding out on the battlefield that they are as strong as a whale and will surely make it, and imagine them calling you a manatee because you are saying utter nonsense

imagine that there are no light creatures in vault, not really, but the day the scholars discover the first ghost manta, every single person in the building is referred to as such

and, even if eden is too much for any light creature to really live there, imagine seeing some passing by sparking hope in a young parent's heart. imagine them calling their newborn a bird, or a manta, or whatever, because they wish for their baby to fly away from this horrible place and have a happy childhood and a happy life in general elsewhere

imagine sky kids calling each other everything nature-related because they love everything and everyone equally. imagine ancestors looking at them and wishing they had done so, too

Cyber!Earth AU TFP Headcanons

[Please Note, this was written before TF Earthspark was a thing, This has been sitting on my computer for forever.]

What if Earth was cyberformed but instead all life being destroyed, it hybridized with cybernetic biology. A Techno-Organic ecosystem in a primeval Earth envionment. Cyber!Earth AU

Or… Let's create a cybertronian death world that will make Magatron wish there was a few phase six'ers still online.

Environment ->

Most things are upscaled to cybertronian size: fauna, flora, and everything in between

Except humans, they stayed comparatively the same, adults ranging between 5-10ft on average, children being smaller than that

Most of Earths lifeforms would mirror its organic counterparts, poisons, diseases, bacteria all have to potential to harm both organic and non-organic life to varying degrees (For example, there are new viruses that Cybertronians have to deal now or animals like the jellyfish can sting a Bot' as much as it can a Terran)

Though the physiology of cyberformed organisms look like eldrich abominations of flesh and metal (which they absolutely are) in actually, all the components are hybridized at a molecular level, creating a truly unique class of lifeform

Energon is integrated into the ecosystem, in every aspect of life. On one hand, Cybertronians have options for renewable sources of energon, on the other, the same Cybertronians are now a part of the food chain

Imagine the horror of landing on Cyberformed Earth, only to realize anything can and will try to eat you (and they thought scaplets were bad)

Life cycles continue as it was, organism will die eventually through natural means (Without technological intervention, Terrans will still pass in as many years as their human counterparts)

Cyberformed Humans ->

Officially cyberformed humans call themselves Terrans

When spiteful, they call themselves the Children of Choas (After the horror of a civilization ending event, complete and involuntary body restructuring, and learning that their alien overlords equivalent to space-Saten is you planets core: people are going to wear that title with pride)

Terrans DON'T have T-Cogs, inbuilt blaster weapons, or sharp talons (Cybertronians make the mistake that these "new" humans are just as squishy and defenseless)

Nope! All of our natural survival adaptations are just dialed to 11: insane pain tolerance, robust immune system, high endurance, excellent mimicry skills, and the ability to consume nearly anything

Sure a Terrans' skin (really, it is more akin to a fine mesh) is just as sensitive and fragile as a cybertronians protoform and all of our major organs are still organic-like (in other words, we're still going to be little meat bags)

That will not stop a group of Terran's from hunting the local mega-fauna or giving some bot's a bad day

Humans of old were persistant hunters, our major advantage being that our bodies did not overheat compared to the game that we hunted. So how would that translate for a techno-organic? Temperature Regulation and Energy Conservation - what if a Terran's body had a better temperature to fuel ratio? We would be able to run for far longer with minimal energy loss

In this scenario, a Terran could keep pace with a cybertronian in its root mode, and outlast said cybertronian on fuel (the assumption that the hotter a cybertronian burns, the greater amount of fuel that it needs)

Unlike Bots', Terrans have the capacity of consuming anything remotely organic or living metal (tree bark, leather shoes, loose wires, raw minerals, semi-organic cabling, all of it, yes. And if not, boiled in a stew)

I imagine some cyberformed plants would become something poisonous to cybertronians and the the Terrans are like, "Nah man, that's just a mango, only the skin is toxic.." and the bot's are once again mortified by the cybertronian equivalent to chili peppers

Terrans have their own form of adrenalin too, in the form of red energon (cyberformed humans can convert the energon in their semi-organic frames into red energon, overclocking their systems to hyperspeed)

Like a adrenaline rush for a human, a Terran could over extend themselves in such a state, even if their bones are as durable as armor plating

Unicronian cult pamphlet I did with Radiolovebot

Post war cybertronian game where you play as a delivery mech.

You have a human companion who hangs out on your shoulder and in their little human carrier backpack. Throughout the game you can collect collectibles to decorate and customize your human's outfit, their carrier and little nesting spot in your apartment. Very cute slice of Life.

The deliveries start out cute and wholesome. Delivering ingredients Energon goodies shop, some Crystal flowers and courting gift or two.

There is even a side quest where you deliver a prank gift to some bot.

Then you start delivering to increasingly more shady looking areas and even your human companion takes notice of the suspicious locations.

Until one cycle there is only one delivery on your entire schedule, something completely out of the ordinary. When you begin approach the drop-off zone your human companion gets onto your shoulder and clings on to your avatar's audio fin, a part of your frame they have never been on. They start rapidly venting through their nose and scanning the doorway. Just before you enter the door you are put into a small cutscene where your human companion says their first full length of dialogue.

"Wait! Somethings wrong"

*sniff sniff*

"It smells like there's a lot of spilled Energon (blood) behind that door"

It then gives you the option to enter the room, drop off or turn around and leave the hallway.

If you choose to leave, you get jumped on the way out and knocked out.

If you choose to enter you are greeted to a mafia meeting where several mechs have been put down due to mafia related businesses. You are then knocked out.

You wake up locked in a cell with your human companion completely trapped. You are able to tear off a vent cover in your cell and lift your human to the entrance.

This is when you switch control to your human companion. You must now as a human traverse the mafia's secret lair via the vents, air ducts and through the wall. All while collecting keys, data points and sabotaging as much as possible while you find a way to free your bot companion.

Several of the customizable decorative pieces actually double as tools for your human companion during this segment of the gameplay. Those little shoes that you unlocked at the beginning of the game and then kept finding different textures for are actually insulation boots that humans use to work on high voltage machinery. Having found them will allow your human companion to pull certain electrified switches safely. One or two of these story items like the boots would only be customizable, while the rest of the tools and equipment you would have found throughout the delivery portion of the game. If equipped, some of these can be used to make the game play of this section easier. But some of them have negative consequences. Like If you choose to equip lights on their suit it makes them more detectable while sneaking. Or if you add the squeakers to the boots it completely turns off your sneaking ability forcing your character to take the long routes.

Eventually you escape and you are forced to relinquish control of the human companion. The next cycle you go back to your normal schedule of delivering packages, except you have an additional package addressed to the Intelligence and Law Enforcement Agency building.

The game ends with you arriving at your apartment to discover that the information that you had delivered to the agency helped find and arrest the mafia. They give you a huge Shanix prize for your combined efforts. You get to retire with your human companion to a selection of places. End game

Obsession of the past, obsession of the present. Here goes.

ever since i'd seen @appeypie's Mettaton/Bill Cipher design i kneww i wanted to draw him so full credits go to him !!

i also got thinking about what other characters from ut/gf would go well together and these were just the first few ideas that came to my mind, i'd totally love to hear if you guys have any others though !!

here are some close-ups of this page along with the reference pics i used from the show !

* Knowing that eventually a ghastling will be happy fills you with determination

These silly thangs made my week dude. I used to hate them but lowkey now I feel bad. Mojang giving out update bangers makes me happy.

Y'know when you're doing a quick painting study and get all swept up in the moment 😅 I didn't know this would turn out so hyper-realistic, I'm suddenly nervous about AI accusations for the first time in my art journey (fuck AI, to be clear)

Synthetic biology

Decepticon activity

OC hairstyles meme...

...but the character doesn't have hair, so it's veilstyles meme. 💙✨

Noooooo

Anyway, prev has a cool piece of pyrite somewhere on a shelf.

@raileurta @playedcrowd5610 @autobotdecepticonpeacekeeper

@strawberrymogumogu @precious001sblog

New REBLOG Game

Just fucking lie about the previous poster

Minerals formed by serpentinization include the serpentine group minerals (antigorite, lizardite,

lizardite is formed by serpentinization <- things said by a modern scientist and definitely not some kind of alchemist

Sorry, missed buttons.

Prev is afraid of moths and butterflies. They panic when they see any lepidopterans. And moths are actually a very common guests in their house, even out of place and out of season.

New REBLOG Game

Just fucking lie about the previous poster

careful with that

Oh. My. Gosh. Thank you very much.

Considering the last part, by @marsvs-thesun. It's kinda interesting how seekers are usually depicted full of themselves and looking down on everyone. This might be a human writing deal, or maybe flight is such an advantage the closeness to earth is irrelevant.

Or. Or. Maybe, just maybe, it is a side effect of getting overall further from Primus. There is a great inert good, and whoever believes in him is equally inert and inept. So decepticons rise up from the bog. They rise up and leave stagnation (although I think it's mostly because there are a lot of fliers amidst the Cons, but also the phrase doesn't help their case). Nova Prime leads people up and away to spread, and leaves the catacombs of old cities deep below, to allow the population to grow. Being further away from the universal parental figure starts being progress, and while it comes with a cautionary tale, Unicron is only one planet in the wide and wast space. What are the odds? What are the odds of encountering him?

And then a species of organics come around, who pray up and humble themselves by getting to the ground. And they dig into, and fly outto, and they believe in no one god, but in many. That's not that uncommon in the grand scheme of things, but there is a catch. Every one of them so far lives on Unicron. Just under 30 km worth of debris there is metal and dark energon of an ancient transformer god.

Each time the cybertronians pray down, as they do, he gets a wisp of power. Without those wisps Primus stagnated even more. Things start getting odd. Humans get agitated and more chaotic, being at least somewhat attuned to the planet. They found their cautionary tale right underneath their pedes. Whoops?

Also, some continuities have constellations. This would be an interesting point to add to common phrases. Like "that pattern used to look like Logos' sigil" or something, so some of stars get involved and associated with different figures. Maybe prayer down is to Primus, and up is to Primes/other figures.

Cybertronian Colloquialisms - Primes Edition

So we've all heard "By the AllSpark!" or "What in the Pit?" or "Oh Primus" in our TF media. However, I feel like TF writers are missing out on the goldmine that is colloquialisms invoking the different Primes. So, here is a small collection of such colloquialisms, and please, feel free to add more if you have any of your own you use.

"Primus below!" - Exclamation similar to "God above!", invoking the fact that Primus is the core of Cybertron.

"Vector give me patience" - Often paired with "because if Prima gives me strength, I'm going to need bail money." The go-to for when somebot if getting on your last nerves.

"To Alchemist!" - A popular drinking toast, to thank Alchemist Prime for inventing high grade.

"The Three Below" - Refers to Solus, Onyx, and Micronus, the three Primes who formed the Well of AllSparks

"Maximum Blessings on you" - a stealth insult/curse from some dialects, where "Maximum" and "Maximo's" are nearly indistinguishable. As Liege Maximo was the Prime of Lies and Trickery, it's a fitting way to wish someone ill.

“Solus’s slag pit” - Used for something incredible, awful, and incredibly awful. Often used to refer to the latest high society fashion mess.

"Find peace or take it up with the Fallen." - In other words, calm down or screw off.

“As you say, my Liege” - A condescending remark towards a person who’s attempting to lie, cheat or mislead.

Again, if you have any primal colloquialisms you use for your fics, reblog and share them with the rest of us.

Star bumblebee and comet starscream tfa style 💛✨✨💫🌟 original au original design @compaculaaa i hope you liked ❤️😊✨ ⭐️🌙

Altmodes and sense of self

Hi there. I'm not exactly sure how to Tumblr, but hey, I have to start somewhere, haven't I?

I have recently created this guy as a bit of a proof of concept: it's possible for a cybertronian of a right size to take not a new altmode, but a different robomode. Well, it involves some Fallout, but for those that don't know -- top right is an assaultron, a relatively common enemy and sometimes ally in the series. Sorry for a messy pencil drawing, it was intended to be an inside for-roleplay thing.

Reineke has two alternate stories -- a damaged synth replacing parts with an assaultron armour or a stranded beastformer minicon. Both have a bit of an issue with what they are, but it's easier when your mask is just a mask, not your literal body parts.

Imagine being able to change your body to blend in (the existence of that blending in ability in cybertronians raises questions of their own, but of more or less ecological regard), and you change your face, too. Is that still you? You interact with other beings, trying to provide expected behaviour. Eventually this pretending becomes a second nature. Your character drifts and changes under the circumstances. Radiation can damage some circuitry and knock memories out of place. When you look into a mirror, you don't remember how you were before. Is that still the same you that took a different face some time ago?

Humans have strong connection between their "self" and their looks. New clothes might be wearing you, and I sometimes wear my favourite shirts as a little confidence boost despite nobody being able to see them under my jacket. Would that also be true for cybertronians? Would an earthen altmode affect the self-interpretation, since the root mode changes with new kibble, too?

Also, I know there is a distinction in IDW between "cold construction" (they can only assume alts similar to their natural one) and "forging" ("natural" way with an unrestricted altmode choice), but it's not true for every continuity (TFP Starscream implies that Knockout chose a grounder alt, and Skyquake's everything also implies not having wings to be an option despite being rather plane-shaped; he and Airachnid honestly imply that they didn't have an alt before, I think -- but I know that alien alts in the show would be costly). So in some continuities bots can, in theory, change alts and kibble drastically as often as they want. Would it be something frowned upon? Something "childish", what you do when you aren't sure what you want to be? How much your altmode defines *you*, and how much you would pick an alt because of who you are? Can "dramatic altmode change" be the same as human "dramatic hairstyle change" trope?

And then there are multiple alts and oddballs like Skylinx. I think they deserve a separate rant with questions.

look, I know I've talked about this essay (?) before but like,

If you ever needed a good demonstration of the quote "Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic", have I got an exercise for you.

Somebody made a small article explaining the basics of atomic theory but it's written in Anglish. Anglish is basically a made-up version of English where they remove any elements (words, prefixes, etc) that were originally borrowed from romance languages like french and latin, as well as greek and other foreign loanwords, keeping only those of germanic origin.

What happens is an english which is for the most part intelligible, but since a lot everyday english, and especially the scientific vocabulary, has has heavy latin and greek influence, they have to make up new words from the existing germanic-english vocabulary. For me it kind of reads super viking-ey.

Anyway when you read this article on atomic theory, in Anglish called Uncleftish Beholding, you get this text which kind of reads like a fantasy novel. Like in my mind it feels like it recontextualizes advanced scientific concepts to explain it to a viking audience from ancient times.

Even though you're familiar with the scientific ideas, because it bypasses the normal language we use for these concepts, you get a chance to examine these ideas as if you were a visitor from another civilization - and guess what, it does feel like it's about magic. It has a mythical quality to it, like it feels like a book about magic written during viking times. For me this has the same vibe as reading deep magic lore from a Robert Jordan book.

A touching story

@creepysmlile

"Oh have you try the seekers claustrophobia? I love all the lore the fandom created for the seekers"

"Caged Sky"

The pirate vessel never stood a chance.

Megatron had ripped through it like a storm, scattering its pathetic crew to the void. The Decepticons had moved with precision, cutting down every mercenary that dared raise a weapon against them. It had been an execution, not a battle.

Because no one—absolutely no one—stole from him.

And Starscream?

They found him in a dimly lit cargo hold, curled into himself, optics dim, frame battered. He hadn’t spoken much when they pulled him out—just muttered something weakly sarcastic about Megatron taking his time. But even that had lacked its usual venom.

Megatron hadn’t dwelled on it at the time.

They had won. The Seeker was back. Everything should have gone back to normal.

Except it hadn’t.

---

Starscream refused to leave the landing pad.

At first, it had been easy to dismiss. Maybe he was just sulking, milking the situation for sympathy or attention. It was Starscream, after all.

But then a cycle passed.

Then another.

And he was still there.

Sitting on the edge, wings twitching, staring out into space.

Megatron had ignored it as long as he could.

Now, he had had enough.

---

The Nemesis was a warship, not a Seeker’s personal perch. Megatron stormed onto the landing pad, optics burning with frustration.

“Starscream,” he growled. “This ends now.”

Starscream barely turned. “Oh? What ends?”

Megatron’s patience frayed. “Your pathetic stalling. Get back inside the ship.”

Starscream shifted, still not looking at him. “I will, Megatron. I just need a little more time. The—ah—the atmospheric recalibration is—”

Megatron’s optic twitched. “Enough.”

He grabbed Starscream’s arm.

And then—

Starscream panicked.

The Seeker shrieked, thrusters kicking in as he fought, wings flaring wildly. His talons scrambled for purchase, yanking his arm away with a desperation Megatron never expected.

“Let go!” Starscream’s voice was sharp, nearly frantic.

Megatron did.

Starscream stumbled back, vents heaving, optics wide—too wide. His claws gripped his own arms, shoulders hunched. His wings trembled, betraying tension, fear.

Megatron frowned. “What is this?”

Starscream ex-vented sharply. “Nothing.”

Megatron narrowed his optics. “You—”

“I just need more time,” Starscream snapped, though his voice wavered. “That’s all.”

Megatron studied him.

The way he avoided looking at the entrance.

The way his frame coiled like a cornered animal.

The way his optics flickered—not at Megatron, but at the walls of the ship.

Understanding dawned.

“…The pirates,” Megatron said slowly, testing his theory. “They confined you.”

Starscream stiffened.

He didn’t answer.

He didn’t need to.

---

Megatron dragged the truth out in fragments, each one like shattered metal pried from a wound.

The pirates had beaten him, sure. That was expected. But they hadn’t known what to do with him. He was valuable—too valuable to kill outright.

So they had caged him.

Not a brig, not a cell.

A crate.

A shipping crate, small, cold, dark.

They had folded his wings to shove him inside, forced him down, locked him in. No room to stand. No room to move. Just metal walls pressing in on all sides.

He had screamed—at first. Kicked, cursed, threatened. But no one had answered.

The air had grown stale.

His vents had struggled against the thick, unmoving atmosphere.

And for the first time in a long, long time—Starscream had believed he was going to die.

Alone. In the dark. Crushed in a box.

No sky. No escape.

Just metal, choking the life out of him.

And now?

Even Nemesis’ walls felt like a cage.

---

Megatron listened.

He said nothing.

When Starscream finished—when he finally ran out of words, voice tight and fragile—there was silence.

Then—

“…If I could,” Megatron said, voice low, dangerous, “I would kill those wretched parasites again.”

Starscream’s optics flickered toward him.

Megatron’s gaze burned.

“But this time, it would be slow. Painful.” His claws curled into a fist. “I would ensure they felt every agonizing second of their pitiful existence slipping away.”

Starscream stared at him.

Megatron met his gaze evenly.

A long moment passed.

Then, softly—softer than Megatron had ever heard from him—Starscream ex-vented.

“…I would like that.”

Megatron nodded once.

Then he turned toward the ship.

“Come,” he said, without demand or force.

For a moment, Starscream hesitated.

Then, slowly, he stepped forward.

And, step by step, he followed Megatron inside.

Just a couple doodles of Satellite Soundwave 😋 I think that it would be a pretty silly idea that Soundwave smuggled Shockwave into Jetfire’s space crew 😌 Jetfire thought it was just a random possession of Soundwave’s but turns out it’s a whole scientist, who woulda known… maybe they just did all that because they were unsure if an empurata victim would’ve been socially accepted within the crew 🤔 they figured they were chill after some time but also they ended up just wanting to see how long they could last hiding Shockwave 😌 long story short I also haven’t yet made a spacecraft au design of Shockwave but I’ve had this idea in my mind for too long

Can you imagine if cybertronians shed their helm kibble every now and then like deer??

I like to think that Shockwave can still move his body when his head is detached 😌 meaning Soundwave Can have a cuddle buddy when he (finally) recharges so I think it’s a win-win situation. Or a wave-wave one. Whichever you prefer. It’s half out of natural bat instincts to hold things for warmth, so I’ve heard…