terror in the skies

»hi there. my name's skywarp.« m!a; accepting. aligned skywarp rp blog.

[atleastimnotugly]

monumentalmistakes:

Don’t give him those optics. Those optics should be outlawed. They’re brutal torture. “Oh, all right.” He let out a long-suffering sigh and pulled Skywarp closer again.

And kissed his helm.

He should have known better than to try to disengage before Sky had completed his traditional reunion cling-cuddles.

If it makes Starscream feel better, Skywarp won’t cuddle much longer. Just long enough to memorize the pattern of his spark pulses and the way his EM field feels again, with his helm back to his chest plating and venting steadier than it has been since his arrival. 

And once he finishes that task, he releases him and backs up a few steps. He still can’t sit still, of course. 

“You didn’t have to get me anything,” he pipes up but still excited to get something. He’s a sucker for things. Though he doesn’t want Star to think he comes back for that reason, so adding in a quiet voice, “just letting me snuggle is good enough, y’know?”

He had been terribly lonely without his trinemate(s). Don’t get used to this.

[atleastimnotugly]

monumentalmistakes:

«Love you t—» Oh. He already hung up.

It was a couple of minutes before Starscream made his appearance. In the meantime, Skywarp was treated to the wonderful, scenic view of nine whole Vehicons. (Not a single one of them was wearing the black-purple-silver paint job they’d worn during the war. Starscream had relaxed the dress code.) A couple of the Vehicons waved.

Luckily for them both, when Starscream arrived, he was braced to be near-tackled by an overenthusiastic trinemate. He caught Sky and embraced him tightly.

“I missed you, too. But of course none of us died. We’re always right where you’ve left us.” He paused. “… Roughly.” Ships move.

“I love you too. And I’m never going to send you away. In fact…” he attempted to disentangle himself from Skywarp so he could show him the gifts he’d brought, “I’ve got something that should help make it easier for you to get back.”

Sky is a bustle of unspent and unhidden energy that only heightened the more Starscream spoke to him. Though his trinemate’s attempts to escape would be thwarted by Sky tightening his grip and pulling himself closer, pressed against the bulkier frame and nuzzling.

“No, no,” he whined obnoxiously, though muffled against Star’s plating. “Not yet. Don’t go yet. Just a little bit longer. I promise I’ll let go in a bit, but I just..”

He knew, logically, that Starscream wasn’t going anywhere. That he didn’t need to cling to transformation seams and beg for him to stay. Star wasn’t abandoning him. 

But an illogical part of Sky still feared it. Feared being smacked into the next cycle or told to get lost again. Maybe even an irrational fear that Star wasn’t really there.

He pulled back his helm and stared up at Star, optics dimmed like a kicked turbofox rather than one of the Decepticons most deadly warriors.

“Please?”

[atleastimnotugly]

@monumentalmistakes || x

«… Ahh, right.» Ships move.

Starscream ordered for the ship to be temporarily stopped, and pinged a set of coordinates to Skywarp. They’d put him up on the deck. «I’ll meet you outside in a few minutes, I’ve got to swing by my quarters to get them.»

»Be there ASAP! Love you, Star!«

The comm disconnected the moment he received the coordinates. Teleporting was surprisingly easier with them and he managed not to land on anyone too. But the moment he sees Starscream? All bets are off and he’s got his arms latched around the other larger mech, wings giddily fluttering behind him.

“I missed you so much! I thought you died! I thought everybody died! I thought I died!” He’s a mess of chatter and excitement, and melodramatics of course. “I love you. Please don’t send me away.”

[monumentalmistakes]

»Star! Star!«

«Sky!» And one of his wayward trinemates makes another appearance. «Come back to the ship when you can, I have a couple of gifts for you.»

[atleastimnotugly]

»Uh. Coordinates? I don’t want to ‘warp and accidentally end up in some other ship. Or somewhere that’s going to get me arrested or shot. You know. That would be bad.«

[atleastimnotugly]

rules-and-protocol:

It was kind of entertaining to hear Skywarp try and backtrack so hard in regards to what he had said.  He kind of understood why mecha like Barricade seemed to enjoy torturing people like this.

Prowl needed to find new individuals to hang out with.

:: You’re fine Skywarp, I’m just messing with you. ::

While Prowl couldn’t see it, Skywarp’s cheeks puffed a bit as he pouted. The moment passed quickly though and he was a flutter of excitement again.

»See! I knew you weren’t mean. You should come and be a Decepticon! Wouldn’t that be cool? You could join the cuddle piles!«

Yes, that noise was Sky gasping. Excitement most likely. 

»Oh! I could ask Star if you could! I bet he’d say yes! I’m his fav of the megatrine!«

Skywarp was most likely NOT the ‘fav’. 

»Don’t worry though! We had a grounder in the trine before. He wasn’t very cuddly. At least not with me. He didn’t like me. Probably because he didn’t like to share. Do you like to share, sir?«

[atleastimnotugly]

autobotwheelie:

Alright. Fine. Just…. send me the coordinates, alright? I’ll meet up with ya and show ya that everything is okay.

»I’ll bring snacks!«

Wheelie can’t see it but Sky has the dopiest of grins on his face. A ping of coordinates follow, some random set that would take them far enough that nobody would--hopefully--notice them.

»See you soon!«

[atleastimnotugly]

alpha113n-redshirt-eradicon:

“So how do you warp? Do you have to imagine the place first or do you find a place once you’re in the general area and vop back in normal time and space?”

“What’s it feel like to warp around?” he chirped and nuzzled the mech.

“Can we stop talking about it,” he asked, voice smaller than it had been previously. He wriggled in discomfort and buried his face against Allen’s neck cables, wings flicking a few times.

“I don’t like thinking about it. I just wanna be here with you, okay? You’re comfy to be around. And I like you. You’re my best friend.”

[atleastimnotugly]

autobotwheelie:

Primus….

I’m fine! Really! If ya want, ya can check me out in person, alright? But I promise ya, I’m fine.

»Uh..«

»Will I get cuddles? I miss cuddles.«

»I mean...!«

»Yeah, I want you to come to my Cybertron so I can give you a look over. For zombie reasons, of course.«

[atleastimnotugly]

rules-and-protocol:

Prowl knows Skywarp doesn’t really mean it, well he might mean it but he’s aware enough to try and take it back.

:: Well it could be because its attached to a, what was it you said?  A dumb, snobby enforcer? ::

Skywarp hopes that his laughter doesn’t sound that nervous.

»Nah! You’re not that dumb or snobby. I mean, you’re not dumb or snobby at all. Wait--which one sounds better? Probably the last one, right? That’s the one we’ll go with.«

»Because you’re not that bad. For an uptight Autobot. And you’ve got nifty wings! With sensories and stuff. And a cool mod, right? ‘Cause you’re cool.«

Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP.

[atleastimnotugly]

autobotwheelie:

He’s an idiot and mostly harmless. Yet he likes to think he’s smarter than a sack of ballbearings. Sometimes, I like to let him think he has the upper hand. It’s the nicest thing I can do.

»But what if he bites you? If you finds out what you’re doing, I mean. Then you’ll be a zombie, and what if you’re not all... talkative! How are we supposed to be friends if I can’t chat you up?«

[atleastimnotugly]

autobotwheelie:

I’m still talking to ya, right? Also, the whole zombie thing was months ago.

»Isn’t there a zombicon currently fumbling around? He talks!«

[atleastimnotugly]

autobotwheelie:

What? Nah! They didn’t bite me. It came close a few times, though. I am built of tougher stuff, ya know!

»Are you sure?«

»Because in that movie, somebody said they weren’t bitten but they were. Not that I think you’d lie to me--we’re friends--but still.«

[atleastimnotugly]

autobotwheelie:

Yeah uh… it WAS on Cybertron and they were trying to gnaw on ME! But I dealt with it and there wasn’t that many to begin with. So no more zombies.

»....! What?! How?! Did one of them bite you? I saw a movie once about zombies and if they bite you, you get infected and turn into a zombie! Wheelie, no!«

[atleastimnotugly]

rules-and-protocol:

Well that’s confusing coming from someone on the same side as people who have names like Megatron, Deathsaurus, and Misfire.

:: You think the name Prowl makes me sound mean?  Most people tell me they think I should be sneaky. with a name like Prowl. ::

»Well that too.«

»But sneaking around is kind of fun so it’s not that big of a deal. I do it too. Sometimes.«

Skywarp is far too loud for sneaking. What is he even talking about?

»Anyway! Yeah, the name makes you sound mean. Seriously. It sounds like something a dumb, snobby enforcer would be called.«

Three, two, one...

»… oh. haha! I mean, your name is totally cool.«

[atleastimnotugly]

autobotwheelie:

Funny thing. That’s what I was doing too! Well…. that’s at least one thing of many that I was doing. So uh… how did this all come about and where?

»... really?«

»You were really fighting zombies? Like the kind that wanna gnaw on people? It wasn’t on Cybertron, was it? Because that makes me really uncomfortable. What if there’s more?«

[atleastimnotugly]

rules-and-protocol:

:: I’m kind of insulted you only seem to know me as the mech with door wings rather than my name. ::

»I don’t like your name.«

»It makes you sound mean. You were nice!«

[atleastimnotugly]

alpha113n-redshirt-eradicon:

“So anywhere on the planet. How about a planet bigger than Cybertron? Does it take a lot of energy to do?” he boops Sky’s crest. He’s so cute. “Can you warp with other people?”

“I’d probably be able to handle a bigger planet. I mean, the farther I go the more energy I use up, and it can make my head hurt, but it’s fine!” A happy flutter of wings. “I can warp other people too! It’s better if me and the other person are about the same size though.”