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Starscream: I instigate shit!
Skywarp: I encourage the shit!
Thundercracker: I try to prevent shit from happening!
Or, alternatively.
Starscream: I instigate shit!
Skywarp: I encourage the shit!!
Thundercracker: I keep us from getting caught.
the way he commands no respect from them <3
X! Insecticon Satay, let's feed the Screamer!
“SCREE, SCREE, ONE OF MY FAVORITE ARTISTS SENT IN A REQUEST FOR ANOTHER GRUB MUKBANG EPISODE!!!” TC’s optics are wild with fan-glee, for Artsy-Hobbitses is known for their intense humanformer AU. Granted, its often pro-autobot, but its fanfic so who cares?
Starscream smirks and then looks at the request.
“Hello, and thank you for the request. This special episode is dedicated to Oni, and her Ties That Bind RPF AU. While I find her autobot art distasteful, I do enjoy her humanized versions of me. Quite lovely.”
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On screen, offlined grubs are stuck onto skewers and then grilled on a giant barbeque pit outside in the NEST base. NEST peacekeepers mill around and grill and bbq their own food.
They watch Starscream’s grilling with a mixture of amusement, disgust, and bafflement. None are going to pick a fight with the 63-feet tall roosterhen asshole jet over khyr tastes in cuisine.
Starscream smiles to khyrself and hums an ancient Vosian cooking song as kha slathers the roasted grubs with energon sauce, said energon sauce is mixed with all manners of additives, bismuth, crushed diamond, rubies, and then mixed with a lovely swirl of mercury.
Skywarp and TC loaf and lounge around in the background as their various creations climb and slide down their plating.
The livestream zooms in as everyone chows down.
Thundercracker, Skywarp, and Starscream share a single brainstorm and unfortunately it was passed on to Sunstorm.
LESBIANS SEND ME YOUR WISDOM
Thundercracker raises one tired optic at the livestream, as yre sprawls out on yres belly plates on yres massive nest, under a pile of creations and waifus. “Watch Naruto.”
Starscream smirks at khyr perch as kha drapes khyrself among Thundercracker’s neck like a razor edged jet-planed cat. “ World cold and hard, Thundercracker’s blankets soft and warm. “
Kha then nuzzles TC’s neck cables and presses a mandible-flick into the underside of TC’s chin.
Skywarp on the other hand is being massaged into a pile of melted Seeker as TC rubs shi down. Shi voice is soft and melty sounding. “Seeker hooot.”
✘ Which of you trine mates so you like better?
Thundercracker, because yre didn’t leave me behind to fight in a futile war.
Skywarp rolls shi optics, and flick shi wings in the video reply to the anon. Sha is only answering this because the xenobiologists of NEST think its good idea for shi kind to develop a more peaceful rapport with humanity.
Why’d you join your faction?
Skywarp tilts shi helm at the video feed. Shi visor plays crackling waveforms as
//BzzzzZZZZZTTtttt// erupts out of shi speakers.
//You mean the decepticons??//
//Didn’t have a choice. The first two rings of Vos bombed to oblivion, planet’s energon reouted to the pit-damned war effort, the factory-spawned autobots never accepted us, Wingmate Starscream decided to spark-kindle with Decepticon High Command to unify what was left of home* with Megatron’s forces...I am loyal to the bitter end//
Skywarp’s visor slides open, revealing nothing but a maw of mandibles and grinding wheels. Sparks fly as energon crystals and scrap metals get ground down into pieces and processed.
Wings hike up and panels flip open and slide, revealing rows of cameras that stare into the video feed. The optics swivel and look down, looking downtrodden if a human had rows of sorrowful eyes on their limbs.
//I stayed for the endlings, the newframes, the newsparks built out of my metal, the littles ones crafted by my own claws, sparked by my Winglord, our liege, mind coded into existence by Soundwave, taught to survive by ...
it doesn’t matter, you try manufacturing the next generation, knowing they might possibly be the last //
translation note by NEST xenobiologists: Home here is marked with glyphs meaning Vos, first ring.
