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A touching story

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"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.

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

Galarian and Gigantamx form Gardevoir

Wanted to do another doctor who inspired galarian form, can you guess what it is? ;)

Tfw you find out your gay best friend/coworker is secretly a car and now the government is after you

This… AU? has been sitting in my head since I saw the Bumblebee movie. Me wondering “huh what if Knockout were in a live action TF movie except one of the good ones” led down a rabbit hole that ended up in “Knockout’s been hiding out on earth working as a doctor in his holoform and ends up being good friends with June Darby who later gets caught up in the whole mess when his actual identity is inevitably exposed”. Not really an AU of anything in regard to TFP other than that’s the series Knockout and June come from, more of a “Knightverse what-if”.

Bonus:

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.

Love it.

Concept. Dalek with a dinosaur shaped travel machine. Manipulator arm in the tail and gun within the mouth, chest area is where the dalek mutant is, the clawed hands are also for manipulating things(and hurting people) I have to admit I was high as fck when the concept hit me like a vision from  Hephaestus himself.

No #1 conways game of life furry fan over here

Shockwave and Seekers..