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||call me villian || call me king || but don't call me|| thinking you know everything || — Independent | Selective | Private Starscream of Vos (IDW/G1/Headcanon Inspired) (Minors DNI) as written by: Sam

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'Oh please, as if you've never committed a little treachery in your life.' S T A R S C R E A M OF V O S independent | private | Selective Headcanon / G1 / IDW Inspired D O S S I E R | L A W

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I probably should update my verses page too, now that I saw @honor-cxde mention their's.

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Rodimus being a size queen makes so much sense.

[iknowitwontwork]

REBLOG IF IT'S OKAY FOR ME TO BOTHER YOU IF YOU'RE MY MUTUAL

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panel redraw

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'Oh please, as if you've never committed a little treachery in your life.' S T A R S C R E A M OF V O S independent | private | Selective Headcanon / G1 / IDW Inspired D O S S I E R | L A W

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" Once- just once. I'd like the multi-verse to be my size." Says the mech with blue audial fins laid flat back. He's got two bottles of wine in dark claws. Regarding Starscream with the look of one truly Done with a day.

And wearing a robe with a train fit to be a gown and all the ruffles and feather trim. In brilliant ' I killed my 6 husband's, everyone knows, and enforcers will never arrest me out of fear' scarlet.

"... Want a drink?"

A slow blink from the seeker is followed by his mouth opening, then closing in confusion. He stares at the smaller frame in his doorway, before leaning out to look right and left. Satisfied that there are no pranksters trying to record his reaction, he finally peers down at the other.

"...Who are you, and why are you on my doorstep."

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" I'm here because a holy relic likes to interfere in my social life at random. Might I bother you by coming in? There's a nip and I'm a bottle in already. I'd planned to watch My soaps but-" Shrugs, bottles clicking between his claws.

Venting softly.

" I hopefully won't be long. Usually an evening at most and I will do my best to stay out from underpede."

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The tricolored frame moves out of the way with a click of thruster-heels. He pauses just inside, gesturing with a flick of long digits towards his sitting area. The seeker detours towards his energon prep area, snagging two tumblers of Vosnian white-crystal. One of them is set before the small mechanism.

The other is settling across from it.

The ex-Air Commander sinks into one of the bowl-shaped chairs with their notches to accommodate his wings. One long leg folds over the other as he crosses them, bobbing thruster lightly. A wordless command closes and then locks his door, along with bringing online his decidedly sophisticated security system. It's not a Soundwave special, but it's damn close. "Do you have a designation, traveler?"

One orbital ridge quirks upwards in interest.

[gowithplana]

" It depends- how much do you want to believe me?" Optimus asks the question with an edge of good humor but plenty of exhaustion as well. Pulling the cork from a bottle with a jab of his claw and a twist. Pouring a generous measure of the rich dark Vosnian wine into each glass.

Yes yes he knows he should let it breathe! But frankly he needs this drink.

" You're a high ranking Vosnian noble- " Colors, his habsuite, he thinks he glimpsed some heraldic items on the wall in passing.

" So I would frankly dislike setting you on edge enough you decide to call for someone to take me away. On the other servo-" He holds out one of the glasses to the other," I find most mecha think I'm lying even if I do tell the truth."

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"I've seen a great many things in my function," the Winglord drawls, leaning back in his own seat after taking one of the glasses. "Some beautiful, some disgusting- but all of them fantastical."

One set of polished claws gestures.

"Try me." He takes a sip, arching one orbital ridge at the other. He could take care of this and call for one of his guards, but he's curious. Skyfire always told him that his curiosity would be his deactivation. Too bad it got the other instead.

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really good thing about eartha kitt I wanna be evil is how easy it is to invent new verses. I wanna be evil. I wanna throw cats. I wanna be evil. I wanna wear hats

[creekfiend]

I WANNA BE EVIL

I WANNA PASS NOTES

I WANNA BE EVIL

I WANNA BREED STOATS

[creekfiend]

however truly nothing any of us can come up with can possibly compare to "I wanna be evil/I wanna tell lies/I wanna be evil/I wanna hurt flies"

[edgepeasant]

see also: "and in the theater, I want to change my seat / just so I can step on everybody's feet"

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YES I LOVE THAT LINE

[archaeo-geek]

I didn't know about this until today and it's incredible.

[creekfiend]

mandatory: everyone watch this immediately

[sparkmender]

@perfidvs

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How dare you call me out like this

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I have helped move a washer and dryer. I am a very tired moon.

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Also, I have been sick- but I will try to pick back up.

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I have helped move a washer and dryer. I am a very tired moon.

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" Once- just once. I'd like the multi-verse to be my size." Says the mech with blue audial fins laid flat back. He's got two bottles of wine in dark claws. Regarding Starscream with the look of one truly Done with a day.

And wearing a robe with a train fit to be a gown and all the ruffles and feather trim. In brilliant ' I killed my 6 husband's, everyone knows, and enforcers will never arrest me out of fear' scarlet.

"... Want a drink?"

A slow blink from the seeker is followed by his mouth opening, then closing in confusion. He stares at the smaller frame in his doorway, before leaning out to look right and left. Satisfied that there are no pranksters trying to record his reaction, he finally peers down at the other.

"...Who are you, and why are you on my doorstep."

[gowithplana]

" I'm here because a holy relic likes to interfere in my social life at random. Might I bother you by coming in? There's a nip and I'm a bottle in already. I'd planned to watch My soaps but-" Shrugs, bottles clicking between his claws.

Venting softly.

" I hopefully won't be long. Usually an evening at most and I will do my best to stay out from underpede."

[perfidvs]

The tricolored frame moves out of the way with a click of thruster-heels. He pauses just inside, gesturing with a flick of long digits towards his sitting area. The seeker detours towards his energon prep area, snagging two tumblers of Vosnian white-crystal. One of them is set before the small mechanism.

The other is settling across from it.

The ex-Air Commander sinks into one of the bowl-shaped chairs with their notches to accommodate his wings. One long leg folds over the other as he crosses them, bobbing thruster lightly. A wordless command closes and then locks his door, along with bringing online his decidedly sophisticated security system. It's not a Soundwave special, but it's damn close. "Do you have a designation, traveler?"

One orbital ridge quirks upwards in interest.

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[molinaesque]

Sarah Stone's (@fayren) Starscream | Figure

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" Once- just once. I'd like the multi-verse to be my size." Says the mech with blue audial fins laid flat back. He's got two bottles of wine in dark claws. Regarding Starscream with the look of one truly Done with a day.

And wearing a robe with a train fit to be a gown and all the ruffles and feather trim. In brilliant ' I killed my 6 husband's, everyone knows, and enforcers will never arrest me out of fear' scarlet.

"... Want a drink?"

A slow blink from the seeker is followed by his mouth opening, then closing in confusion. He stares at the smaller frame in his doorway, before leaning out to look right and left. Satisfied that there are no pranksters trying to record his reaction, he finally peers down at the other.

"...Who are you, and why are you on my doorstep."

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headcanon .1

Rambles:

For the most part, Starscream is somewhat a mix of canon-soup, to borrow a phrase. He is a mix of the suave and intelligence from G1, the ruthlessness and cunning from IDW, with a little of TFP and a lot of headcanon thrown in.

His place of origin is the city-state of Vos. He was not cold-constructed, but instead was kindled. As a former Elite of the glittering city of spires, his commissioner unit had been very proud of the small creature they'd helped create.

Intelligent, analytical, and pragmatic- the seeker is a triple threat.

He's much stronger than he looks, but also more delicate. His plating is of a lighter construction than labor frames. It also contains a bit more in the way of empty space, allowing him to be rather light in weight. This pays double for itself, as it allows him incredible speed. He's been clocked at two thousand kliks per breem when he redlines his engine.

It was the highest speed record in Vos until the city fell.

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reblog if it's okay for people to mention your muse(s) in their threads!

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“I owe you a debt of gratitude, it would seem.”

He’s not sure what all the proper ways to go about this are, so he doesn’t bother; Rung stands straight with his hands loosely clasped at the small of his back, and looks Starscream in the optics despite the size and power class differential between them.

“You helped me win my freedom. So, thank you.”

There's an owlish blink from the Seeker as he regards the shorter mechanism. His wings hitch slightly in confusion, flattening forward as he tries to remember who this mechanism is and why he's thanking them.

"Pardon," those sunset optics squint at the goldenrold-and-cream mechanism. "Have we met?"

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He laughs, softly, as if that comment was some throwaway joke. Rung doesn’t hear that so often these orn; it’s almost nice to be asked who he is again. It is familiar, at least.

“Never formally,” the Ornament reassures. “Certainly not by name. But we passed each other now and then. I was… ah, excuse my bluntness, but I was usually getting tugged around by Four of Twelve or sat with Three to keep him company. I do not blame you for putting it out of mind.”

He breaks posture and fusses with his oculars, resettling them on their magnetic clips. “I, er, I just— thank you. Really.”

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He's given a blank look, but it's also likely because he's being thanked for something. It is, unfortunately, a rare commodity in his life. Though a great deal of that could be because of his attitude. It's hard to say. Either way, the smaller mechanism is regarded thoughtfully after a moment before the seeker steps closer.

There's something about the smaller mech. Something that pings as familiar, as almost familial.

Though he couldn't put a claw on it.

"You're... welcome."

The other's speech is slightly awkward, a little stilted. A testament, perhaps, to the scarcity of gratitude in his function.

"The Council was a cancer. You do not need to thank me for something that was a joy to do."

Some of his charm reasserts itself, lifting a part of his soft dermal plating to expose a single fang.