Soundwave

Soundwave was infinitely more accustomed to feeling others brushing against his consciousness. It was a comfort for him in a way that only a select few would ever understand. He was pleased that Megatron would be able to experience it.

Go refuel. It wasn't a request.

He was being a bit of a hypocrite, but that was beside the point.

The smallest of smirks quirked at the corners of Megatron's scarred lips; he knew exactly where Soundwave's question had been going. Still, he wasn't the only one who neglected his own needs from time-to-time.

Join me, then. While he didn't command his spymaster this time, he left little room for argument.

Turnabout was fair play.

Soundwave's end of the bond was silent for a moment.

Leave it to Megatron to be a pain.

... Fine. Of course, it couldn't come without stipulations. If he was going to be goaded into taking a break, may as well enjoy it, right?

Your quarters. I'll meet you there. He paused, a flare of smugness radiating from him. Laserbeak would like a cube as well.

While working on a handful of different projects, Soundwave was also glancing through the security feeds onboard the Nemesis, as per usual. He spotted Megatron in the northeast corridor and, of course, decided he was going to check-in with his friend. Oh, the wonders of being connected through a bond. When was the last time you refuelled? His question and presence came with an inquisitive prod at their bond. — @melodic-victor

There was a pause in Megatron's steps as he registered Soundwave's question—half a voice he had resigned to memory, half a feeling. He could never say he'd grown used to having a voice other than his own within him, but this one was infinitely more welcomed than the other.

This morning, I believe, he responded, believing that was recently enough. Though when he checked his chronometer, he realised the morning was many hours away now...

Soundwave was infinitely more accustomed to feeling others brushing against his consciousness. It was a comfort for him in a way that only a select few would ever understand. He was pleased that Megatron would be able to experience it.

Go refuel. It wasn't a request.

He was being a bit of a hypocrite, but that was beside the point.

#Blind Loyalty~ Self #Thrum Of Your Spark~ Dragvnsovl (SoundRod)

wishing-st3rs

soundrod for Valentine’s Day!

okay so I wasn’t originally planning on posting this here cuz I don’t use tumblr, but I wanted to show @altraviolet this piece cuz their fic genuinely altered the inner networks of my brain. I loved The Echo Garden so much and soundrod has officially become one of my all time fav ships now cuz of it. I gen can’t wait to read the rest of their works. also since I don’t post here on tumblr my instagram is @/wishing_st3rs so pls follow me there!

Welp. Just finished watching seasons 1-3 of TFP with some friends. All we have left is the movie.

I think I broke them

#Organic Lifeform~ OOC #proud of myself tbh #we're watching beast wars next

Yeah, I broke the both of them

rorby

#Blind Loyalty~ Self #Unspoken Love~ QuantumLogician (WaveWave)

Welp. Just finished watching seasons 1-3 of TFP with some friends. All we have left is the movie.

I think I broke them

#Organic Lifeform~ OOC

He, of course, immediately relaxed into the touch. His slender arms encircle Rodimus, digits grabbing hold of the Prime's frame wherever they could find purchase.

Nuzzles and kisses are returned to the best of his ability. He's quite enjoying the attention, regardless.

Good?

dragvnsovl

A soft purr started up in his engine as he savored the embrace, his optics slipping shut as he just rested his cheek against Soundwave's screen. He's in no hurry for this to end.

The arm that had been around the bigger mech's neck slides down to give Laserbeak a gentle rub, as well.

Good.

With his vision fully obscured by his partner's face, he simply accepts his fate. Rodimus seems quite content to stay, after all.

Not that he has any objections to that.

A soft trill from Laserbeak announced her delight at the servo running along her docked form.

Good. It's said in a pleased tone.

#dragvnsovl

It is.

He's here to nudge his visor against his conjunx's face with a soft rumble from somewhere deep in his chest.

dragvnsovl

Oh, he’s missed this.

One arm loops around the spymaster’s neck while his other servo cradles his helm, keeping him close while he starts peppering kisses and nuzzles against Soundwave’s screen.

He, of course, immediately relaxed into the touch. His slender arms encircle Rodimus, digits grabbing hold of the Prime's frame wherever they could find purchase.

Nuzzles and kisses are returned to the best of his ability. He's quite enjoying the attention, regardless.

Good?

#dragvnsovl

dragvnsovl

Is that… Soundwave?

It is.

He's here to nudge his visor against his conjunx's face with a soft rumble from somewhere deep in his chest.

#dragvnsovl

@kaoniitegladiator asked: Megatron is late in giving his gift to Soundwave ( along with his apologies, expressed through their bond rather than words ), but he hopes the thick blanket will serve his Spymaster well during nights where his own berth is empty.

The gift is received with a flare of joy from Soundwave's side of the bond. He looks it over, feeling it in his servos, then with his data cables. The tendrils rub their length against the fabric, relishing in the feel.

The sentiment is beyond sweet. Soundwave will most certainly make use of it. He fully expects to have to fight off Laserbeak from stealing it, though. He can already feel her eyeing it.

Thank you, he said, through their bond.

Soundwave was only mildly surprised to be tugged forward out of perceived impatience. The closer proximity between their exposed chests had his spark clawing at its casing in a desperate attempt to reach his friend's.

Still, though, he waited. It wasn't until he had verbal confirmation from Megatron that he felt it was safe to act. He nodded, helm tilting down as he raised an arm to his chest. Long, slender digits slipped inside of the cavity, then carefully eased the broken ball of light forward. Thankfully, the servo on his back provided him further confirmation that Megatron was willing and ready.

Soundwave let out a soft, almost inaudible, ex-vent, then leaned his chest against his friend's. He pressed his spark forward, helm bowing when the weak, blue light of his lifeforce melded with sickly purple. The sensation of their sparks meeting was all too familiar to Soundwave, so he was fully prepared for the flood of information that hit him.

Emotions, thoughts, and so much more. Megatron's song spread throughout his frame, its melody touching every inch of his internals. He could get drunk off of the sound alone. But, that's not what he was here for. He was here to guide the process, and to make sure Megatron was okay.

Faceless visor raised to meet crimson optics. Megatron had never done this before, so there was a slight concern that the warlord would react poorly.

A gasp drew in between parted lips as information flooded through Megatron’s every being, overwhelming in its sheer volume. Even his most intense hardlining session hardly compared to the wave that washed over him now; that was typically controlled ( at least somewhat ) but this was akin to being hit with every iota of Soundwave’s very being all at once.

Claws twitched where they splayed on Soundwave’s upper back, scoring lines into the paint. Unintentional, but a show of restraint in any case.

Every sense was filled with Soundwave, his feelings and experiences, so all-encompassing he could scarcely tell where Warlord finished and Spymaster began. Even his vision—unfocused as it was—consisted of nothing more than his own reflection in Soundwave’s visor.

So much he already knew through being beside each other for so long, given new meaning now that he felt Soundwave’s perspective for himself. Each loss became his own. Distantly, he realised that his own memories—no matter how deeply buried—might be experienced in the same way. Had it been anyone else, the thought would have repulsed him. Yet now, there was a prevailing sense of rightness wholly unlike anything he had ever felt before.

The powerful wave of everything that was Megatron coiled into every crevasse of his frame. His friend's presence was a powerful one- one that rivalled Soundwave's own, back when he was still in his prime.

Before his losses.

Despite the sheer magnitude of Megatron's very being, Soundwave was able to navigate it as gracefully as he did with any other piece of information. This, however, was cared for in a far more attentive and loving way. Each piece of his soon-to-be amica was handled with care; every memory, emotion, and thought that flooded through him was cradled with the same, burning love that Soundwave afforded to the only people he cared about.

He could see the Pits through Megatron's optics, then the rise and fall of Cybertron as war ravaged its surface. All of the warlord's pain and hurt bled into his own, as did his sense of pride and victory. There was, however, something else that poisoned sections of his friend's spark.

Something dark. Hungry. Corrupt.

Unicron.

Soundwave ignored him, for the time being. The Chaos Bringer's presence would be dealt with later.

Slender digits offered another squeeze to the servo still gripped within his own. A reassurance that this part of the process would be done momentarily. It was only a short while longer before Soundwave began to lean back, his spark following suit by separating itself from Megatron's. Lingering sensations still buzzed in Soundwave's systems, and Megatron's song felt louder than ever.

As the spymaster lifted his data cable once more, to signal the next part of the process, he allowed himself a moment of greed. He leaned his helm in to rest his crest against Megatron's.

bits-and-beasts

was thinking about the ending of tfp, and it makes me extremely sad. trapped by his own tools, probably left to starve, or at the very least wander aimlessly for the remainder of his extremely long lifespan.

what do you MEAN megatron doesn't even look for him.

HE WAITED BY YOUR DEATHBED! he looked for you when you where lost in space, he defended your cause restlessly for millennia, AND YOU DIDN'T EVEN LOOK???

he deserved better :,(

#Blind Loyalty~ Self

@quantumlogician asked: Metallic knuckles brush along the border of Soundwave's forearm, massive bulk of robotic creation introducing himself into the Spymaster's personal space.

" Soundwave, " he called, " I am needing your assistance with on a sensitive issue. "

The spymaster tilted his helm, faceless visor angling down towards the knuckles that brushed against his frame. He stared for a moment, then slowly raised his gaze to meet that blinding, red optic.

Despite being busy, he was already turning to fully face Shockwave. The cycloptic mech would always have his full attention the moment he stepped into a room. It was a curse of his infatuation.

Speaking of....

He could feel his spark hammering in its casing from their close proximity. How frustrating.

Soundwave nodded his helm to signal for Shockwave to continue, field held closely to his frame.

quantumlogician

It seems whenever Shockwave seeks to draw near, Soundwave tightens his electromagnetic expression flush to his frame, receding from the extended perception of the logician. He knows this is of his own doing, out of his own hesitance of words yet unspoken.

Another matter entirely. He came down there on another quest of elevated priority that all such ruminations are cast aside briefly as he motions for the spymaster to follow him in the halls.

" We will have to travel to my lab, but I will not take up much of your time, " he said, concise as usual, leaving all questions and no answers as usual too.

Although, he lures his gaze for an extended moment, almost a pause, before he continues walking. Right-most antennae towards Soundwave stretch upwards before reeling back, flattening back into neutral in a stiff stretch.

It's impossible to know how to feel when around Shockwave. His spark sings for the mech, but unreciprocated words still linger heavily in the air. It's just... a lot... He's both anxious and elated to be within Shockwave's presence. Two emotions that, unfortunately, did not sit well together in his tanks.

At the request to follow, Soundwave, again, gave a curt nod. He kept his arms tucked in close to his frame, so as to not allow any part of him to brush against Shockwave as he trailed after the logician.

What could Shockwave possibly want? The urge to ask was strong, but that would involve unfurling his field. With how messy his emotions were, he was hesitant to do so. Well, and the prospect of being surrounded by Shockwave's very being via their unique method of communication sounded overwhelming in the moment.

So, he continued on in silence as he matched his companion's speed, then fell into step at his side.

#quantumlogician

Whether Megatron could tolerate pain or not, Soundwave wanted to be certain that his friend knew what to expect. Having Megatron jerk away while he was trying to work with his very life force could be dangerous. It was better to avoid that possibility entirely.

A warmth blossomed in his spark when Megatron took his hand. He threaded his thin digits between the massive claws, giving the much larger servo a gentle squeeze when he was tugged closer. His knees brushed against Megatron's thighs as he situated himself.

For most, 'soft' was not a word that would ever be used in the same sentence as 'Megatron'. In that moment, though, it was the only word Soundwave could think to describe the emotion in his friend's optics. He had such a strong urge to lean forward and thunk their helms together in a physical display of affection, but he held off for the time being. Later, he promised himself. When Megatron wasn't so on edge.

Soundwave was already beginning to piece together clips to try and explain the process when he felt a massive hand press against his chest. Without hesitation, he leaned into the touch, frame relaxing with a soft ex-vent. It felt wonderful to have someone he cared about so deeply touch him in any meaningful way. Soundwave was an incredibly paranoid mech who very rarely felt safe. In this moment, though, with his spark exposed and at his most vulnerable, he felt safer than he had in eons. Megatron would never let anything happen to him. He believed that with every fiber of his being.

"There are two steps," he started. "First is the spark merge. Amica status. Then, deeper bond." His data cable lifted a bit higher, its talons sliding open to show off its feelers. "I will tune myself to your song," he gestured at Megatron's spark with his free servo, "And will connect us with use of my cable."

Safety and security was a commodity rarely enjoyed by any Decepticon, let alone their Leader. Danger was an ever-present part of his life and although he had every confidence that he would win this war, he was under no illusions that he would do so unscathed. Already the sacrifice he had made in infusing his own spark with Dark Energon was making its permanent mark within his frame and mind. There was no going back.

And here stood Soundwave, willing to share that burden with him—with only the faint chance of it easing his torment.

Never in his long life had he encountered someone so resolutely loyal to him; he had sycophants and opportunists aplenty, but all would balk at the very idea that his spymaster had willingly presented to him during that sleepless night.

While he had never done it before, he was confident that the spark merge itself would be easy; it was nothing if not natural. There were few actions that were so deeply intimate.

His apprehension gave way to impatience the longer the silence stretched out for and—using the hand he held—he tugged Soundwave closer until they were almost touching. Flickering lilac tendrils of pure energy licked out of his open spark chamber, responding already to the other exposed spark.

Clearly, his frame wanted this.

“Do it,” he murmured, shifting his servo from Soundwave’s chest to his back, applying an encouraging pressure.