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[soundless-surveillance]

14. What is your current desktop picture?, 19. If anyone could be your slave for a day, who would it be and what would they have to do?, 33. Death offers to return only ONE person of your choice back to life. Who will it be?

Questions you aren’t used to meme

14. What is your current desktop picture?

A purple background with a darker purple Decepticon insignia. Simple, impersonal, functional. Nothing flashy or fancy.

19. If anyone could be your slave for a day, who would it be and what would they have to do?

... Could he order this slave person to kill themselves? Or to go away and never come back, and then they’d have to stay away even after that day had passed? Could he order Optimus Prime to disappear off to some cold corner of the galaxy and be rid of him forever?His questions should answer the initial one.

33. Death offers to return only ONE person of your choice back to life. Who will it be?

Cant he bargain for three?

...

Don’t make him choose. Please. 

... He could never bring just one of the twins back, it would break them.

...

Ravage.

[soundless-surveillance]

His offering is simple. Two twin swords, a deactivated grenade, and a datapad containing directions to the infamous quiet room within the Peaceful Tyranny - where the DJD keeps the prisoners they want tortured. "I think I found someone you would like to meet."

Offerings meme.

This was an interesting offering. The blades were elegant and perfectly weighted, the grenade a curious addition, and the datapad... how very intriguing. As was the message. Someone he would like to meet? Wasn’t that odd. Normally, offerings were left with a prayer, a plea for his favor in one way or another. Rarely was there just a message, and never one as simple as this statement.

Yes, this was an interesting offering. Interesting enough that Soundwave would actually materialize, driven by his own need to learn more.

[soundless-surveillance]

AQUAMARINE: WHERE MY MUSE FEELS MOST CALM/RELAXED, DOLOMITE: A SLEEP HEADCANON, LAPIS LAZULI: WHERE 'HOME' IS TO MY MUSE, LODESTONE: WHAT KIND OF PEOPLE GRAVITATE TOWARDS MY MUSE, MICA: WHAT MY MUSE VIEWS AS THEIR WORST PERSONALITY TRAIT, SAPPHIRE: IF EVERYONE MY MUSE KNEW WAS HANGING OFF A CLIFF AND THEY COULD ONLY CHOOSE THREE TO SAVE, THE REST CERTAINLY DYING, WHO THEY WOULD CHOOSE, ZOISITE: DOES MY MUSE BELIEVE EVERYTHING'S GOING TO WORK OUT FOR THEM IN THE END OR NOT?

Send me a crystal and I’ll tell you…

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Aquamarine: where my muse feels most calm/relaxed

It is easiest for Soundwave to relax in his own quarters, simply because he knows that no one would dare disturb him needlessly there. Most Vehicons try to avoid walking past his door by simply keeping out of the hallway, and he prefers it that way.He does also feel rather relaxed when flying, if he is not on a mission and can actually take time to enjoy the sensations. Unfortunately, joy flights rarely happens, he’s busy.

Dolomite: a sleep headcanon

Soundwave tends to forget to recharge. he is a workaholic through and through, and if he starts feeling tired, clearly it’s just a hurdle that he needs to work more to get past. Sleeping is a waste of time that could be spent doing something much more productive.When he does recharge, Soundwave for this reason actually tend to sleep rather deeply, simply due to exhaustion. In these cases, Laserbeak always remains alert so they will not be unguarded. And if Soundwave has a partner in berth with him, he clings. Arms, legs, digits, feelers, all get used to curl around whoever is unfortunate enough to be next to him. He’s not letting go until he wakes up.

Lapis lazuli: where 'home' is to my muse

Wherever lord Megatron is, the spot behind him is where Soundwave belongs. It’s that simple to him.Though there was a citystate.        Before the Pits.                                        Before Kaon.                                                                     Before everything...

But it wasn’t home.

Lodestone: what kind of people gravitate towards my muse

As a rule, people tend to gravitate away from Soundwave. He is scare as hell, and creepy on top of that - people tend to walk a wide circle around him, and honestly, that is how Soundwave prefers things. He has noticed that back in the early days of the Cause, those with beast modes tended to harbor some abstract sort of like for him. These days, it seems to be the ones who are actually loyal, such as Tarn. And sometimes, there seem to be the odd one out, an individual who just seems to take interest in him for reasons Soundwave cannot fathom. They usually move on pretty quickly.

Mica: what my muse views as their worst personality trait

His lack of ability to phrase his thoughts as eloquently as Megatron or Tarn. It’s very rarely a problem for him, since he tends to keep silent, but the few times where he really needs to make himself understood, words always fail him. He has an incredibly hard time just telling someone how he feels and why, and when he really needs for someone to understand, this inability frustrates him to no end.

Sapphire: if everyone my muse knew was hanging off a cliff and they could only choose three to save, the rest certainly dying, who they would choose

Lord Megatron. Obviously. Tarn. Just as obviously. Would Laserbeak be docked, or does she count as one of the hanging individuals? If she wasn’t with him, he’d save her, of course. If she was... He’d save Cheshire. Then he’d take a moment to watch certain very disliked mecha fall to their death.

Zoisite: does my muse believe everything's going to work out for them in the end or not?

For ‘them’, as in, the Decepticon Cause? Yes. He will not accept any other outcome. Lord Megatron will prevail; Soundwave WILL make it so. There’s no question about it, everything else is unacceptable.For himself? Soundwave don’t know. Part of him has some vague idea that he will likely end up sacrificing his spark for his lord’s Cause, and he is perfectly alright with that, as long as he knows his sacrifice will bring about victory. Dying before ensuring that his master has won is out of the question. He can’t really imagine a future where he doesn’t serve his lord.

[soundless-surveillance]

♕ :Last kill, ♘ :How you prefer to kill someone, ♙ :Most malicious act tied to your name

Ask a killer meme

♕ :Last kill

A couple of human hikers who had gotten too close to a mining operation. They might not have noticed anything, but it seemed better not to take that chance - Soundwave dealt with them swiftly and efficiently. Don’t worry, the mine was in a heavily forested area in the state of Oregon. Apparently, plenty of hikers go missing there each year. What’s two more?

♘ :How you prefer to kill someone

That depends. If he is on a mission, Soundwave prefers to just get the kill over with so he can move on with important things. Honestly, having to dispatch of those in his way is just a bother, the completion of the mission is his main objective. He wants it done efficiently and quickly.If he has more time, he might actually allow himself to enjoy the fight instead of just considering it a waste of his time, which could have been used on better things. No matter what, he does like delivering the finishing blows with his feelers. There’s just something about it.

♙ :Most malicious act tied to your name

That depends. Are we talking rumors spread about him, things he has done but no one knows ties to him, or things people know he has done? Because there is a huge difference.Rumor has it that he’s some sort of nightmarish version of a sparkeater, that he abducts people and eats them, and that he hides some sort of antispark behind his screen. Soundwave are amused by some of these rumors, mildly confused by others.Things he has done that he doubts he’s given credit for… There are countless. He was the one contaminating Altihex with the Cybonic Plague back when the biological weapon had just been created. He has killed a senator. He could go on, honestly.And as for things he is actually known for having done, there are few - his “malicious acts” rarely leaves traces. Just as he prefers it. Soundwave would rather just be a fleeting shadow in the night, unseen and unheard.

[soundless-surveillance]

Precipice

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Megatron was away from the Nemesis. The ship was running smoothly in his absence thanks to Tarn’s and Soundwave’s own efforts, the crew were slowly getting ready to leave Earth, their mines were being shut down. And Megatron was off the ship. Soundwave knew why, and that exact reason was why he found himself standing in front of Tarn’s quarters.

Here, he hesitated. He wasn’t sure what exactly he was expecting from this, or why he had even thought it was a good idea. Things had been tense between them, awkwardly so, enough to make Soundwave feel incredibly self conscious as he shifted his weight a tiny bit. He’d brought a cube of high grade with him, since that was what people seemed to do when they wanted to make a peace offering - he knew that, just like he knew it was good high grade, despite not liking to drink, himself. Likewise, he had left Laserbeak under her heating lamp, as she was still furious with Tarn. He had made the necessary preparations, yet he still didn’t feel quite ready to actually request entrance and take that last step. It was oddly intimidating.

Swallowing the feeling, Soundwave steeled himself, growing motionless as he sent Tarn a wordless ping, asking to be let in.

[megatron-prime]

.:To be with You:.

Voices. 

No.

Worse than that. The disturbance didn’t ring in his audials, didn’t whisper to him from the vile corner of his mind filled with Unicron’s destructive thoughts.

No.

Emotions. 

Not mere tilted fancies, not a stray craving for affection or violence or anything that Megatron was comfortably familiar with.

Anger. Confusion. Blame. Hurt.

It was so deeply alien, but embedded in his spark, disorientating the warlord as he looked around his quarters in bewilderment, field and plating flared, fusion cannon humming despite the lack of target. 

The anger washed away, as if someone had whisked it from his spark and mind, but the dull ache remained, burrowing down into the crippled remains of his empathy, of any delicate emotion that Megatron ignored for millenia. It found a reservoir of a similar kind, a deep well of tightly wound feelings that warred with each other, always, in Megatron’s mind.

He never more sorely wished for Optimus’ company, to love him, to kill him.

Enough.

Reeling in his bewildered systems, Megatron slowly pieced together that these were not his emotions. They came from his dual bond, and they throbbed with pain.

Entirely displeased to be woken in so rude a manner, Megatron pulsed fury along both bonds.