You scratch my back, I scratch yours.

Starscream: Decepticon, SIC to Lord Megatron, coward. Former Commander to the Cybertronian Armada and ruler of Vos, now the right-hand Con to a tyrant. //tracking the tag #second incommand//

[starscream7799]

attention Seeker

[knockout-starscream]

Cute.

[secondin-command-blog]

Have a series of excited and affectionate pings. ::Commander! I've missed you!::

[Nightfall, it’s been too long.]

[I presume you’ve been keeping my armada in line while I’ve been gone, yes?]

[secondin-command-blog]

therisingdarkness:

A mech cannot miss his bondmate? I must have reasons? Starscream, as ever, you wound me.

....Give me your location.

I’ll be on-planet in an hour.

[secondin-command-blog]

therisingdarkness:

We’ve made do in your absence.

And though normally I’d commend your intuition for performing its due diligence, I’ve no ulterior motive. I’m glad to have you back, Starscream, enough to warrant a bit of daring.

What happened while I was gone that you’ve finally gotten up the nerve to stop acting like you don’t worship me? Because honestly, I could get used to this.

[secondin-command-blog]

therisingdarkness:

I’m certain you did everything within your power to paint us in the best light, despite the severity of the situation…or the reality of our war. Our crew has grown by a few numbers, and we’ve made headway in establishing a port of commerce between this universe and the multiverse. We are not without direction, or supplies. What we lack now is botpower.

Regardless, I am…without words to describe how pleased I am to have you back. The Nemesis has not been the same without you. 

How forward of you.

Don’t tell me, you missed my flawless plans, perfect leadership, and commanding aura, right? Because I’m very skeptical that you missed me.

[secondin-command-blog]

therisingdarkness:

How unsurprising. Where did you go? I tried keeping in touch but…we grew so busy at times, I fear I neglected the bond more often than not.

I’ve been... occupied. Our relations with the other races dotted in our galaxy weren’t left particularly well after the war, and nearly all of them loathe us. None were pleased at our return and would have preferred to see us die out--I’ve been convincing them otherwise. That our returned presence can be beneficial to all parties involved.

It took a lot of convincing. I doubt I really sold them on anything, but at least for the foreseeable future, no armies will be coming to slaughter us in our collective recharge. So I haven’t been as attentive to the bond either, I suppose...

[agentsuggestion-blog]

In spite of what you’ve been told, I once had a soul.

[drunkenforcefields]

+secondin-command

[secondin-command-blog]

::Autobot…..?::

::You do know that the war is over, right? Megatron is on our ship and everything.::

[As it is in mine. But the war being over hasn’t changed all that much, in my experience, regardless of universe.]

[therisingdarkness]

I feel as if I've taken the longest recharge session of my entire life.

And here I thought you were getting actual work done, my dearest bondmate.

[secondin-command-blog]

Ugh, don’t get sappy on me when I’ve just woken up. 

And for your information, I was working. Myself into the ground, as a matter of fact. I must have needed to defrag something nasty, for me to have slept that long.

[drunkenforcefields]

+secondin-command

secondin-command started following you

::Hero of the Lost Light Trailcutter here, who is this?::

[secondin-command-blog]

[Second in Command of the Decepticon Army, Starscream.] 

[Tell me hero, what’s your faction?]

[notonetosmile-blog]

[wordsnquotes]

…One day—preferably when we’re both blind drunk—we can talk about it.

J.D. Salinger,  Franny and Zooey (via wordsnquotes)

[sppaade]

when tfp starscream gets emotional and his wings go flap flap

reblog if u agree

[seeker-nightfall-deactivated202]

Do not mention it to his faceplates, though.

[secondin-command-blog]

It’s time for the TVTropes Challenge! Share 6 character tropes that fit your muse, and...go!

Reliable Traitor

Smug Snake

Chronic Backstabbing Disorder

You Can’t Go Home Again

Flying Firepower

Defecting for Love

[secondin-command-blog]

Is it true you cut off Megatron's servo while he was in recharge because he got a little too 'handsy'?

There could be nothing truer. I was sick of his advances and his apparent deafness to my protestations, so during one of his rare recharge cycles I made myself so clear not even he could misconstrue my meaning.

[secondin-command-blog]

Rather Be

[therisingdarkness]

Megatron’s slow laughter filled the void of the bridge as he slowly turned to look down at Starscream, perched on the edge of the console as though it were a throne.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he asked, sidling up to his Second and resting his bulk against the station nearest. It groaned beneath his weight, but held firm, anchored to the floor like the last working piece of machinery in the whole ship.

“Big, directionless army, all to yourself? Exceptionally loyal metrotitan to command? My throne, still warm from the last time I took a break?”

He was careful to keep his servo from touching Starscream’s, but the bond was adamant that he establish contact. It needed something from them that it couldn’t extract on its own, that little spark of connection, the single focal point where their frames touched and the spark flowed through them as if they were one.

The tyrant sighed with his entire frame, metal groaning and shifting like the piece beneath his aft, and he wondered if it weren’t ironic that he and Starscream, relics of a world long past, were the only working pieces inside their decrepit old ship.

“You’d make a magnificent figurehead,” he murmured, brushing their arms and allowing that spark to zip through his lines like excess charge. “Do you really want me back that badly?”

[secondin-command-blog]

“You? I suppose. I’d accept you back with minimal complaint.” Starscream uncrossed his legs and crossed them again, pointedly not noticing or rebuffing Megatron’s touch.

“As for the Decepticons, you can keep them.” His wings fluttered at his back, a visible signal of his contentment at the idea. A few eons ago it had been all Starscream wanted, all he fought to take from the other, something he’d regularly attempted to kill and betray for. Now, ruling their ragtag army felt like a consolation prize.

“I’ve got a city waiting for me,” he said, smirking in the dark at his bonded, smiling in a way to remind Megatron what the cost would be for breaking their deal. It had been the foundation for all they had built upon since, and whether or not it all came crumbling down depended on what would happen after Cybertron was restored.

A part of Starscream would have taken a dark pleasure in seeing Megatron fulfill his expectations; in seeing him prove that nothing had changed, that he hadn’t changed. That part of him was ready to fight again, lash out and rend them both until they were just as they’d been before, when violence had been easy and promises were pretty words. 

The rest of Starscream soundly beat it into silence. What they had now, it was good. It was right. It was how equals functioned. How bonded functioned. Things could and would stay this way, and the Seeker was selfish enough to guarantee it. The memories of his past self demanded retribution from Megatron and fought in his processor to play again and again, to keep him angry, hateful. Starscream’s present self was less and less interested in dwelling on all that had come before, when when so much was cresting on the horizon.

He leaned into Megatron’s arm, engine idling comparable to a purr. It echoed in the vastness of the bridge. Carrying from station to station, up the vaulted ceiling to the dusty floors, it eventually settled back on the two of them. Hearing it, Starscream’s expression became distant, and he curbed the noise of internal mechanisms until they were soft and only he could hear them. Still, the vibrations shook them both.

“It won’t be long now,” he said. “Cybertron. It’s so close. Another decacycle away, and then...”

[therisingdarkness]

(meme) Ten? {What do you really feel for Starscream?}

He disgusts me, is hideous, and I want nothing to do with him. Ever.