dynasty decapitated

It is a lovely morning on Cybertron, and you are a horrible Seeker.

[crownweight]

“I am cruel, and vicious, and I have more grudges than friendships. And yet, somehow I’m still a better mech than you are.”

[crownweight]

"Ugh. I'm going back to berth."

[crownweight]

[crownweight]

“Literally only here to weigh in and say this is hilarious.”

[a-life-revised]

“Frankly, I thought you were with Rattrap for a long time.”

[crownweight]

“Nope. I’d been committed to Skyfire, but he fucked off to who-knows-where only a decacycle after asking me to conjunx, so…”

[a-life-revised]

“Ah- that’s a shame.” A pause, and the Megatron inclines his helmet, optics slanting.

“I haven’t seen you around, in a while.”

[crownweight]

“Yeah, well.”

She flicks a wing at Megatron, trying to play it off as dismissive and kind of utterly failing at it.

“Didn’t see any point to sticking around, given the aforementioned disappearing act pulled on me. How’s the pencil?”

[crownweight]

{ @aircommndr }

SCREAMS

SCREAMS LOUDER

[crownweight]

“Literally only here to weigh in and say this is hilarious.”

[a-life-revised]

“Frankly, I thought you were with Rattrap for a long time.”

[crownweight]

“Nope. I’d been committed to Skyfire, but he fucked off to who-knows-where only a decacycle after asking me to conjunx, so...”

[crownweight]

“Literally only here to weigh in and say this is hilarious.”

[crownweight]

He misses being a jungle gym. The smudgy, oily fingerprints all over his cockpit glass and stickers plastered to his forearms. All the stupid inane chatter about boys and school and whatever the frag pizza was, and the endless, infuriating questions.

Despite everything, he loved his girls.

[crownweight]

“...What’s with all these humans trying to show me their intimates?”

[symbolmemes]

Send ➳ for your character to receive mine as a gift/spoil of war.

[crownweight]

{ 404-processor-not-found} ::Hey, so uh.. funny story. The sort we can laugh about later, I think? Don't be mad.::

{ @404-processor-not-found }

:: Too late, Skywarp. I'm already mad. ::

Starscream has just about worn a long scrape of a scorch mark into the floor from his nervous pacing. It wasn't exactly unusual for Skywarp to wander off for an orn or two at a time with no notice-- fine, whatever. Starscream can generally feel him over their trine bond, so at the very least he can be certain of whether or not his stupid wingmate is still alive.

The crawling, ghostly sense of agony of late last night, though? The burning in the back of his throat, which has left his ruined voicebox even more of a sour rasp?

Already mad is an understatement.

Starscream's fragging pissed.

:: Where are you right now? I'm coming to get you-- whatever remains of you. And I'm going to slowly grind it into scrap. ::

[z-ndjenja]

[crownweight]

"And here, I thought you liked me. I'm ashamed, really, to think I thought we were closer than that, and that's what you think of me." Sniff. He turns his helm away, almost haughtily, shifting to walk out of range. "And I even brought you a gift."

Starscream, out of a habit this little bird never really formed and yet, still somehow has, falls into step behind Megatron and stalks after him like a wicked little imp. Sharp white and red wings rustle, restlessly flexing fine plating before folding back together again.

"Now, now, Megatron," the tetrajet purrs. "Let's not draw any premature conclusions. I want to see what you've brought me. It wouldn't happen to be my wayward pet, would it?"

[crownweight]

{ @silentsaboteur }

"Maybe you should try it."

“Mmm, no, I think I’ll pass,” Starscream dismisses, lips pursed in an unpleasant sneer. “I’m not surprised Megatron can’t take no for an answer, though, even from his little toy conjunx.”

[crownweight]

"Imagine turning down an opportunity to be the center of attention for a day."

[crownweight]

“Skywarp will come around when he’s hungry or bored enough. He knows where he can find me. It’s fine, he’s just being his usual self.”

[ryuki-blogs]

It’s the same picture