#guardmyspark

[thebestdecepticonleader]

"...That would be me. I just meant that...you have a lovely frame, aesthetically." She tries to stay composed, but a light blush betrays her. Arguably, she's admired the frames that preceded the one he currently has.

“I... thank you.  I like your frame... too.”

[autobot-medic-quasar-blog]

It took a long while, but Cybertron seemed to finally be back to normal. The way it was before the war. Or at least that;s what Quasar told herself when she came back fro her long “vacation” on Earth. 

She needed to leave to pursue her passion and now that she was back on her homeplanet, it was clear that some things had changed. For instance, she was getting a lot of strange looks as she walked down the streets with this big potted plant in her arms.

Quasar could barely see where she was going, the pot blocking her entire view of the street. But she was sure of where she was going. Or at least she thought she was. Without warning she felt herself trip over a crack in the street and fell forward. “Slagslagslag!” She scrambled before falling face first onto the ground, her plant on the ground in front of her.

She wasn’t aware of this, but somebody had just saw the whole thing.

@guardmyspark

[coderedalert]

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As the sun began its descent behind the high mountains beyond Speedia, Red Alert turned his attention to the file of his final patient of the day. From initial readouts alone, he was sure this would take some time. In the end, however, he knew it would be well worth whatever struggle it was this patient came to him with.

It was, after all, an old friend.

Well, in some ways. Considering how little time they had spent battling side-by-side he was not quite certain that they would feel the same, especially given his history of being referred to by such charming names such as, “The Sadistic Old Medic,” and “Sir Grumps-A-Lot.” There was also still the reputation he had for disliking most former Decepticons, though he had been giving it his best effort to try and dispel that particular old rumor--as true as it had once been, it no longer applied. Still, she had been referred to him for treatment, and accepted the initial plan he had laid out; that said something, at least.

His high-heeled pedes moved quickly down the halls as he approached the exam room, finally tearing his vision from the datapad. A single ping announced his arrival before he stepped inside, offering a nod and a smile. “Firewall, how nice to see you again. I do hope you’re well.”

[thebestdecepticonleader]

🚫

Send me 🚫 to encounter my Muse during a violent meltdown!Usually after one of Megatron’s torture sessions, Starscream hides away in his room, where no one can see his emotional outbursts.  Usually after he is released from the medbay he locks himself in for days until Megatron calls for him.  Usually when it gets really bad he finds something like a berth blanket to tear to shreds or something to break and that’s enough to help him calm down.Today is not a usual day.This time, Megatron had taken away his (honestly not very healthy) coping mechanism, by attacking him in his bedroom.  He can’t feel safe there, and besides, most of his usual “targets” were destroyed in the attack.  He NEEDS something to break, to feel strong again, to feel in control.  Thankfully he’s still in enough of a sound mind to not attack someone else, taking it out on various walls and doors around the base.It wasn’t until he noticed that Megatron was gone and the throne was empty, that the real trouble started.  Would he get into more trouble for ruining his “great leader’s” throne?  Undoubtedly, but right now, that thought is at the back of his mind and getting rid of the pain is at the front.

[thebestdecepticonleader]

"Starscream, what's wrong? Why are you so frightened?"

“Megatron, Megatron’s coming, he’s going to kill everyone I love.  Run Firewall!”

[thebestdecepticonleader]

firewallofstanix She turned to face him and leaned forward, almost lifting a servo to touch him. A sob escaped her lips. “I’m so sorry this had to happen to you– I’m so sorry…” Firewall had always tried her hardest to appear strong and composed in front her her now ex- commander, but she was at her lowest. She just started crying.

Starscream moved next to her.  “Don’t be sorry, we can still talk right?  You can still see me right?  I’m not in pain, it’s not so bad.  It’s almost like I’m still alive.”

[thebestdecepticonleader]

❤ rhythmically strokes his wing with the backs of her digits (assuming it's some time after Firewall finds him again)

❤ - gentle or loving touch (romantic or platonic!), such as face caressing, holding your muse, rubbing their back, petting their hair, hugging them tightly, etcStarscream trembled a little at the contact, he no longer feared touch as he did with the old memories, now it’s more that he’s unused to it.  “I missed you while you were on Cybertron.  I’m glad you found me again.”

[thebestdecepticonleader]

(guardmyspark) "Yes, master"

Send “You’re mine now, do you understand?” For my muse to be yours’ brainwashed servant.Alternatively, send “Yes, master.” For your muse to be mine’s!Starscream never understood why he was always given the soldiers who needed everything spelt out for them.  It was like Megatron thought that he had nothing better to do than stand around all day explaining every single action anyone had to make.  And now he had a slave to deal with as well, who really would need everything spelled out for her, this really took the cake.“Get the energon cubes from here, and take them to the storage shed over there.  Put them in stacks like the others in the room.”