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𝘐 𝘋𝘖𝘕'𝘛 𝘋𝘖 𝘔𝘌𝘙𝘊𝘠 -- 𝐈 𝐃𝐎 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐄

[tacticturn]

𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐓𝐑𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐀 𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐌 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐍𝐄𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘𝐑

TACTICTURN // 𝙎𝘼𝙔 𝙎𝙐𝙍𝙍𝙀𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍. 𝙎𝘼𝙔 𝘼𝙇𝘼𝘽𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍. 𝙎𝘼𝙔 𝙔𝙊𝙐'𝘿 𝙆𝙄𝙇𝙇 𝙁𝙊𝙍 𝙄𝙏.

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note: Due to this blog following personal headcanon and lore interpretations of these characters, it is HIGHLY recommended to read through their biographies to understand them.

[tacticturn]

Apparently there's a flexibility contest going around...? Or some comparison at least.

Though she needn't show off for all the fact of seekers flexibility being rather infamous, she still takes the moment to lean down, bending at the waist, grabbing her ankle and, upon rising back to her full height, lifts the entire leg with her until she is stood in a full split.

Letting go of the leg, she then bends over fully backwards into a bridge and, pushing off, flips herself over to return to standing again.

She even does a little bow like she's expecting applause.

[tacticturn]

Oh Starscream is in a mood...

What mood is it? She hasn't decided yet.

[tacticturn]

It seems the mood might have been tired. As there the seeker sits, knees pulled up to her chest on her overly large chair, fast asleep in a position that is sure to make her wings ache when she awakens later.

[tacticturn]

Oh Starscream is in a mood...

What mood is it? She hasn't decided yet.

[tacticturn]

Rocking back and forth on the porch in the gentle breeze, a basket of cyberfowl chicks fast asleep in the warmth of a heated blanket. Starscream hums to herself quietly... Is this what a little slice of peace feels like?... this is nice. She feels a bit like a weight has been lifted from her shoulders.

[tacticturn]

She's not paid attention to the day of the week or the fact that it's sinday because she's too distracted playing with fluffy little baby cyberfowl chicks.

[tacticturn]

Ignore the quiet peeping of cyberfowl from the seeker, there's nothing to see here and certainly not any small animals she's decided to take care of tucked away in her arms... Definitely nothing to see here.

[tacticturn]

Laid out with her back flat against the beautifully cold metal floor, wings spread wide to shed as much heat and absorb as much cold as possible, Starscream looks like a bird sunning herself. Instead she's trying to cool down. An icy wet towel over her face, knees pulled up and arms crossed.

Well... a very unhappy bird cold sunning herself in the middle of the floor.

[doitforthememe]

Send me ◙ to blackmail my muse

[tacticturn]

She has a migraine for the fourth straight day in a row, rubbing at the spot between her optics with a sigh. In her attempt to keep her servos busy since retirement and- well... Losing a lot of her drive and direction, she's tried picking up hobbies... Hobbies that have become more like work then anything else. Who knew they'd occupy so much of her time that she'd begun to isolate again. Pull away from the world and think things better with her departure.

Despite the way her helm hurts, she hovers by the window in contemplation again about stepping outside of her self imposed cage... Maybe tomorrow.

Maybe a hundred tomorrow's from tomorrow...

[tacticturn]

...Ah.

Maybe she should have stayed gone...

[berth--breaking]

The sight of her immediately evoked a collision of emotions; scorching through him, overwhelming. Hungry. Violent.

"Angel."

The endearment was not spoken in its familiar way; was not enveloped in softness, gentle cherishment. It was delivered with an unpleasant sharpness, instantly suspending the surrounding room in silence.

As if a grenade's pulled pin had finally hit the floor.

[tacticturn]

It feels like something crawling up her spinal strut and gripping the back of her neck with an old familiar pressure that sets her on edge. She feels him in the air like a mouthful of lightning before she hears him. And when she turns away from the bright of the window, now haloed in that same light but her expression darkened by shadow, to face him, she feels a moment of something she rightfully shouldn't when looking at her lover. Fear.

Why the tone? -- It's a thought that doesn't have an immediate answer but it makes her question everything she'd done in the past- however long she can immediately remember to see if she'd stepped some wrong direction to earn his ire...

Her wings pin down sharply behind her, pulling herself in to be smaller. Some ache in her chassis preparing herself for some kind of punishment.

" -- Jackie? What?... What did I do?"

[tacticturn]

She has a migraine for the fourth straight day in a row, rubbing at the spot between her optics with a sigh. In her attempt to keep her servos busy since retirement and- well... Losing a lot of her drive and direction, she's tried picking up hobbies... Hobbies that have become more like work then anything else. Who knew they'd occupy so much of her time that she'd begun to isolate again. Pull away from the world and think things better with her departure.

Despite the way her helm hurts, she hovers by the window in contemplation again about stepping outside of her self imposed cage... Maybe tomorrow.

Maybe a hundred tomorrow's from tomorrow...

[mastermegatron]

@tacticturn replied:

"Wow."

​"If I said 'not all Starscreams,' would I not be letting my guard down, dear?" Megatron crowds her space intentionally, something predatory gleaming in his optics. "You are lethal, ambitious, cunning; I would be a fool to disregard what makes you such an endearing threat."

[tacticturn]

His crowding is met with her posturing, helm tilting to meet him with an equal amount of latent danger. Two can play this game, though she may be retired from her field of war, she is no less capable of standing on the same level as tyrants.

The long manicured claw of her index finger is dragged up from his abdomen to center chassis like she's contemplating how to bisect him... "And aren't you just a charmer?... Do you think such compliments will buy you my favor uncontested? Perhaps you should keep lavishing me in them and see if it starts working."

[tacticturn]

I have a headworld AU for the seekers where they're all demons so I hand you succubus queen Starscream I decided to do a new brush practice session drawing!

[tacticturn]

💚Tis a day of mischief, and the olive Wrecker has made it his mission to personally pinch every non-green being he can get his mits on.

He doesn't think Starscream has any green... none that he's seen, anyway. Testing his luck, Bulkhead steps closer, reaching out slowly toward the curve of her waist, giving her every opportunity to escape should she be unreceptive to his antics today.

Normally, the audacity to even try and reach for her unwarranted- or over a silly Earth holiday- would garner someone so foolish the full palm to tip rake of her claws. And a mouthful of harsh words to go along with it like salt in a wound.

But she did have to admit, the boldness to try was something that most shied away from. The wrecker making an obvious reach for her waist was almost endearing. At least enough that she would allow it.

All bright red, white, and black, she didn't have a speck of green in her entire color scheme. Her spark wasn't even green.

She'll let him get all the way and get that servo around her waist before she steps in close enough to press the length of her chassis against his and then digs her claw tips into the seam of his codpiece armor and pinches one of his wires in return.

Offering him a coy little smile and then just as swift as she was in range of his grasp she's far outside of it, giving him little more then the flutter of her wings and a playful little wave in her departure.

What a brat.

[tacticturn]

What does your heart look like?

― iced over, out of the sun

Your heart is very lonely, isn’t it? Is your fortress of ice self-made? Are others afraid of you, or are you afraid of them? Are you afraid of hurting them, or of being hurt? Vulnerability and connection can be frightening, but that’s no reason to shy away from their light, to tuck yourself small into corners, to build up frigid walls to keep yourself from feeling. You will heal when you allow yourself to draw closer to the flames and thaw.

[tacticturn]

Valentines day was another one of those Earthen holidays that Starscream entertained only in passing. Though it was somewhat charming to watch everyone engage from a distance... She found herself- detached. Like watching the world pass her by in a bubble. It was an inevitability she was all too aware of since she'd wrapped up her work with Vos's restoration. She was no longer needed. The world continued to turn without her, as it always would. The sun rises and sets on a dawn that isn't meant for her to be a part of. Slowly she finds herself drifting farther and farther from the shore of connections. Watching the romance bloom from a growing separation.