#lizardtakesflight

[willowbun]

lizardtakesflight replied to your post: lizardtakesflight replied to your post: ...

Aight so Switch is super dead, its 3am and I should not be up on a a work night, I will check tomorrow after work ��

No worries at all, thank youuuu  <3

[willowbun]

lizardtakesflight replied to your post: If anyone plays sword/shield, I’m looking to trade...

…. I might have Sableye, lemme check

Awww yiiis. No rush!

[aniamra]

@lizardtakesflight: Didn't know that still existed!

Indeed it does! and they have their own proprietary accounts!

https://armaina.dreamwidth.org/718002.html

I posted a general overview of the service (and how to skin)

[caiusmajor]

@lizardtakesflight replied:

What is writscrib? I can't really tell from the mobile site

I'm not really sure either! Someone recommended it, um, a week ago as a possible eventual tumblr alternative and I signed up to the account waitlist and here I am, without much more clue than you are.

[caiusmajor]

Gossamer

EEEE LOOKIT WHAT @lizardtakesflight made me! :D :D :D

TFP Soundwave and Megatron and robot clothing and awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. :D :D :D :D

The fabric slides through his fingers like water. This is obviously not Earth material; human technologies have not progressed as far as being able to weave metal this delicately; the fine softness giving an impression of delicacy, while still retaining the strength of the alloy it is crafted from. Given time and resources, he could probably identify the exact region of Cybertron this was made in. Luxuries of this sort were highly prized in all ages of Cybertron’s history.

Of all the things Lord Megatron could have gifted him with, he would have expected something more… practical. His lord is quite utilitarian himself; in fact, he finds it strange that Megatron would have kept something like this in his possession for so long, and what made him decide to give it to Soundwave after so long. It had been presented with a terse speech about honoring his dedication to the cause, which in itself was out of place. Soundwave needs no thanks for his service, this is where he is meant to be.

~~~

It’s something that haunts the edges of his processor in the days following. While the vast majority of his processing power is dedicated to his numerous tasks, some small partition replays memories of the quiet chime the fabric makes when he unfolds it, of how it looked as insubstantial as mist in Megatron’s hands as he held it out to him. He does not question his lord’s motives. He does not need to know.

He wants to know.

~~~

Lord Megatron agrees to speak to him in his lord’s private quarters. That is not unusual; he often meets the warlord to deliver briefings and mission statuses. What is unusual is the unease in his circuits. He is not afraid of Megatron, and he is not afraid of the answer, but not knowing is driving him to distraction. (Not that anyone save his symbionts would ever be able to tell.)

“What is it you wished to ask me, Soundwave?”

His lord is to the point, as always. Soundwave does not answer, instead pulling the length of fabric from his subspace, holding it draped before him and tilting his head towards the larger mech in silent question.

Megatron snorts and reaches out to pluck it from his fingers. As strong as the material is, his strong claws could probably shred it in an instant. “I did not expect you to recognize the gesture. It is an old military-class tradition, for war heroes presented with a mantle to represent honor of their service.” He steps in closer to Soundwave, unfolding the fabric to its full length. “It was often worn as a cape or cloak. Or in some circles, they wore it like so..”

He’s close enough for Soundwave to feel the silken brush of his energy field. It is calm, nothing of his lord’s emotions bleeding through, but he feels comfort from its strength nonetheless as Megatron reaches out and gently drapes the fabric over the sharp angles of the spy’s frame. Soundwave holds still, lifting his arms only when his lord directs, and Megatron wraps and winds the material around him. It is soft, delicate where it slides against his plating; it binds him without feeling constricting.

His vents stall when Megatron moves behind him, the enormous presence looming above him, engulfing him as completely as the fabric against his armor. Megatron’s fingers slide across his slim waist, and Soundwave lets out a soft, involuntary ripple of sound.

They both still where they are for a long moment. He doesn’t want to pull away, and his lord’s hands on him feel heavy, grounding. He doesn’t want to think about where Megatron learned about this, about whom taught him to wear it, about whom meant for Megatron to wear this as a conquering hero.

And when Megatron leans down towards him, his field heating against Soundwave’s like an exploding star– but gentle, so soft– he dares to believe that perhaps Megatron isn’t thinking about that either.

[caiusmajor]

16, 28!

16. What was the last movie you watched?                                

I rewatched the 86 Transformers movie about a week ago.

28. Whats the next movie you want to see in theaters?                                

I...don’t even know what’s coming out in theatres right now. But I want to see Inside Out at the free cinema at school tomorrow if I’m not too sick!

[caiusmajor]

Do you have any oneshots that you'd like to expand into a longer fic someday?

A few, yeah! I don’t really do long fic well but there are some that might get sequel short-fic. Though most of my ’verses I haven’t...really worked on in awhile. (Allianceverce, Head On Collisions ’verse, happy Breakdown/Motormaster porn ’verse..)

I’m working (per request!) on a super-sappy sequel to the super-sappy IDW Galvatron/Soundwave, though, and there might be some more of the TFP Megatron/Optimus stuff at some point.