What if Starscream became infatuated with Nightbird instead of Megatron ?

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What if Starscream became infatuated with Nightbird instead of Megatron ?
some practice with brownhaven and birdstar, noticing a bloody lyrebird feather. Im sure thats a wonderful sign for lyreclan and everything will be fine
could you make an alienstar gender ^^ or a birdstar !! /nf
Alienstar (+ alternative variant)
A gender connected to aliens and stars, whatever that means to the user
Birdstar + alternative variant
Gender connected to birds and stars, whatever that means to the user
note:
I couldn’t figure out which variant looked best for either of them ;-; so you get two of each
Thoughts on Starscream x Nightbird ?
A ninja is sent to get rid of a scientist. In which Nightbird time travels and sets out to kill Starscream, who is still in his science days, to hopefully change the present.
Starscream brings Nightbird flying. It unlocks something in her.
Nightbird saves Starscream, and now he begrudgingly feels indebted to her. They make a deal over a campfire about it.
Birdstar - A stout tan and white tabby tom with brown eyes.
"Dawnclan has no reason to share its herbs when it cannot even consider your clan a neutral force! You would not aid an enemy, and neither would I."
Elwing/Eärendil and 41? 🥺
41. ...because the world is saved
The prayer was granted—he had felt the currents of the world assembled and heard them answer yes. Yes, yes, yes: it beat in him. He had been relieved, as though a great burden had fallen from his shoulders, and then he had felt barely anything at all. His feet carried him from diamond street to pearl-strewn shore, still expecting the land beneath to move like a ship’s deck, in waves. Where was Elwing?
Here was another city. If Tirion had called up childhood memories of Gondolin, the shining mirror of a ghost, here was the distant, grander echo of Sirion and home. It was in the adornment of the arches that reminded of Círdan and in the piers with their forest of gleaming masts. The proud curve of the bay was an embrace, until he remembered that it reminded him of nothing: Sirion was no more.
Many voices rose ahead of his steps. These Elves had not gone to the festivities in Valimar: they were immersed in talking, gathered in a lantern-lit square near the water and seated casually clustered about one slight figure.
Her dark hair stood out among them, but he would have known her anywhere. Their eyes met and she was again before him, studying him with steely eyes. Her hands alighted on his hands gently, but firmly. He interlaced their fingers without thinking of it. A moment ago, he had drifted across the littoral, a houseless shade. Now he was solid, and suffused with the news to bursting. He kissed her and tasted salt; his own tears spilling over and down his cheek.
“Yes,” he said. “They said yes.”
Elwing laughed and gripped his hands harder.
“They said yes?”
Leaning up she kissed him.
“Then the world is saved!” She laughed again. She was crying too, a piscine glistening upon her brown face in the silver lantern-light. He released her hands and drew his arms around her. “You have done what your grandfather and all Círdan’s craft could not.”
“We have,” he said.
What a dream it was: here they stood in a dream land, the land of song and stories. They had nothing: they had accomplished everything. Somewhere away through the impossibly high stone arch across the mouth of this harbor, gleaming with mother-of-pearl, were the darkened eastern shores of Middle-earth, and a much smaller arch in a kindred style that jutted out perilously above the Sea.
“I hate them,” Elwing said suddenly. “Is it wrong, that I hate them?”
“No,” Eärendil said, and squeezed her tightly. “I hate them too for not acting earlier. But it is done now. It will be better now. It must be.”
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Kor'i: Who ate my leftovers?
Jason: Who ate my brother's ass?
Kor'i: ...alright, fair.