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[masterslightningbug]

???? (For the meme, from emperorofdestruction)

“Do you think I’m weak? Or insane for the nature of my relationship with my Master? Or a bad carrier for the same reason? What was it like to revitalise Cybertron? Are you happy? Can… can I help to make you happy?”

@emperorofdestruction

[silvertongueseeker-blog]

[[ @emperorofdestruction ]]

This version of Cybertron... 

Starscream didn’t know it as well as he should have.

He knew this rooftop well; it was here that he’d first phased into this universe, looked out in awe over the sprawling lights of Kaon, of a Cybertron conquered. In the hands of it’s rightful masters - the Decepticons.

In his hands.

Megatron.

His wings twitched at the thought of the mech; he brought up a tumult of emotions in the seeker’s spark. Desire, hatred, awe, a burning curiousity, jealousy. The same spiteful thought that had haunted him rose up once more as he looked out on the vista, and he latched onto it with a vicious rancour.

This should have been mine. It could have been ours.

When he first arrived here, he had been in awe; he still was. He had stuck around for a while, tailing this dimension’s Megatron - for a parsec, it had almost felt like how it used to be. When the war started, when they were winning, before Megatron degraded into a pale comparison of the mech he used to be.

The realization had come when he was reading accounts of how this dimension’s war had gone; the final triumph over the Autobots.

None of this was his.

The bitter sting of that thought turned his curiousity sour, curdled the growing respect he’d had for this Megatron into a deep and jealous hatred. This Megatron had won the war; this Megatron reigned supreme. 

It was a victory that Starscream never got to experience.

So, Starscream did what he did best; he ran away. Disappeared without a reason or warning, fleeing into another universe without so much as a glance backward, not allowing himself to spare a thought to what he left behind.

And now he was back.

Soundwave would have been alerted to his presence by now; Starscream had not made any attempt to hide his reemergence. The tell-tale flare of energy from a dimensional shift and his own unique spark signature would make it all too easy for the sickeningly loyal mecha to pinpoint who he was. 

He’d also phased directly into the throne room, so. That was likely a ‘security risk.’

Venting a huff, the seeker brushed some invisible dust off his plating. There were some scuffs on his paint; he’d have to take care of that later. Sparks danced across his plating, minor relays fried from the dimensional phase. They would repair themselves soon enough; until then, he would just deal with the itch beneath his plating.

His unannounced arrival could not be ignored; either Megatron himself would make an appearance, or security would show up soon enough. Until then...

My, that was a lovely throne, sitting there all unoccupied.

He’s just going to go lounge in it for a while.

[lordofvos-blog]

🌹 After the War

@emperorofdestruction || (x)

« 🎻 » ||  Starscream had anticipated many of his post-victory emotions.

Exhilaration, for one. Their world was theirs again, truly theirs. There were no Autobots or Council or Senate to challenge them for it, no one to tell them how they could shape it. Apprehension -- Megatron had led them to victory during war, yes, but how would he govern in peacetime? Did he have the ability to do the sorts of things that required a defter hand? Would he relegate those tasks, and if so, to who? After the rush of victory wore off, Starscream worried that Megatron might find himself bored, and further than that, he worried what boredom could mean for a mech like him. A tinge of uncertainty for himself; now that it was over, what was his role meant to be? And was it really even possible for him to readjust to politics?

One thing he hadn’t anticipated was how tired he now felt. He hadn’t realized how much everything had been weighing on him, and now that most of it was gone, he felt ready for a good, long rest.

A rest which would have to wait just a while longer. Congratulations were in order.

Starscream moved towards Megatron’s chambers, heels clicking on the hard metal with every step he took. His wings were high on his back, his spinal strut straightened, his pauldrons puffed with pride. Today was, after all, a day to enjoy.

He entered without knocking. He figured he was expected.

“An excellent speech, my lord,” Starscream said, a crooked smirk spreading across his faceplate. “I’m curious, though. Do you really think mechs from other universes will heed the call?”

One wing flicked. “I only mean to say, they might not want to give up on their own homes so easily. How many do you think will come?”

[masterslightningbug]

📱(from @emperorofdestruction)

Not sent:

My Lord, I was wondering if you liked-

Master used to like electro whips, My Lord, I was wondering if you-

My Lord, do you like thunderstorms?

I hope I’ve gone up in your estimation, My Lord.

Sent:

Greetings, My Lord. Were my reports satisfactory?

@emperorofdestruction

[coldsadisticlightning]

Kaon’s Intentions

The List Keeper had recently killed a Tarn responsible for murdering their own Kaon and it had left him feeling... elated and slightly satisfied but there was still a gnawing feeling in the pit of his tanks. Anger on behalf of his counterparts and a strange uneasy feeling at having destroyed a Tarn weighed him down, but the electric chair’s resolve to kill all Tarns of that ilk was unwavering, as was the desire to avenge his devoted alternates.

They had deserved so much better, and how dare their Tarns take that from them?

The strange blend of feelings had led him to Megatron’s door, hoping for... a talk, he supposed.

“My Lord,” Kaon looked in, respectfully remaining in the hallway, “are... are you busy?”

@emperorofdestruction

[masterslightningbug]

emperorofdestruction

Kaon sat on the edge of his berth, enjoying the quiet solitude having just put his three sparklings down for a nap in their crib. Sipping an energon cube and coils crackling contentedly, the blind mech hummed softly to himself as he took out his report for Lord Megatron. It had been some time since he had filled in one of them for anyone and the massage chair found himself somewhat hesitant to hand it in. Not due to content, but fear that he had somehow completed it wrong, made a mistake.

The electric mech scolded himself. Master had always told him no weakness. The next time he saw the silver mech he’d hand it over… but right now, Kaon wanted to give it one more read through to double check everything from the details he had included to how the report was formatted.

It looked in order…

Kaon nodded reassuringly to himself, it would be all right. When the sparklings woke up, he’d ask to meet with Megatron to give it in…

That settled with himself, Kaon subspaced the report and started sipping again at his energon cube. Had to keep his energon levels up for the little ones after all.  

@emperorofdestruction

[princeofdarkmount]

???? (From emperorofdestruction)

{{ I recall you mentioning your world is a reformed Cybertron. }}{{ I’m curious to know if your Cybertron is completely functional; including having a working... well? }}