#this is great!

[animenotaizai]

The fact that there's actually a scene, in the Kakashi Retsuden novel, which shows that Kakashi is COMPLETELY OBLIVIOUS to the fact that he's attractive had me cackling so hard! 😂

(Also, when I received the book in the mail, the song "You don't know you're beautiful", from One Direction, was playing on the TV, and I find it very funny! X'D)

[whore-mel]

Yeah, well apparently Roy Harper as ADHD.

?????

Nobody fucking told me.

[eclipselunarchaos]

Hi, so it's not like your story idea about criptid Starscream was stuck in my head for whole day, and I needed to just get it out somehow. Sooo this story just happened XD

Please enjoy ^^ as much as I enjoyed your story prompt.

 “For the ones left behind”

The planet was dead. But not in the way a warzone was dead, filled with the smoldering bones of cities and broken cries of those who never get back home—but in that eerie, unnatural silence of something forgotten by time itself. Its skies were grey, its surface barren, and even the wind refused to howl.

Thundercracker hated missions like this. Missions that were probably just waste of their time and energy, because honestly, if something was left behind here, it probably wasn’t worth taking anyway.

Skywarp, on the other hand, wasn’t just unsettled—he was terrified.

—I told you we shouldn’t have come here!—he snapped, his wings twitching as he paced in agitated circles near the drop zone.—This is that place! The ghost planet! The one with the seeker eater!

Thundercracker sighed, resting his weight against a jagged boulder.—It’s just a legend, Skywarp. A stupid story passed around to scare young frames. There’s no such thing as a ‘seeker devourer.’

—He doesn’t eat seekers, he kills them! And he used to be one of us, remember? Before he went insane!—Skywarp’s optics flicked to every shadow like they were alive.—He went feral because his trine abandoned him here and now he murders anything with wings!

—Right…—Thundercracker rolled his optics,—and let me guess, he has claws like swords, his fangs are like can openers for seeker’s plating?

Skywarp stopped.—“Yes! So you DO know the story!”

Thundercracker gave him a look.

—I read it on a datapad!—Skywarp huffed.—“It had illustrations!”

They resumed the mission with tension stretched taut between them, scouring the terrain for ancient energon caches buried beneath the planet’s crust. The scans were faint.

That’s when the sound hit them—like a shriek buried inside the wind.

Thundercracker stood still. Skywarp flinched so hard he nearly dropped his scanner.

—Okay…—Skywarp whispered,—you can’t tell me that was the wind!

—Calm down,—Thundercracker said, voice lower now, optics scanning the sky.—Could be echoes. Old signals. This planet used to be a battlefield.

But then a shadow passed above them. Fast. A blur of sharp wings and streaked red.

—That’s no echo,—Skywarp cried.—That’s him!

The blur came again—faster this time, impossibly fast for a Seeker. It chased the clouds like they were prey.

—Split up!—Thundercracker barked. But Skywarp panicked, engines sputtering as he launched into a hasty retreat.

He didn’t make it far.

A broken spire of metal jutted from the rocky field like a fang. Skywarp, in his panic, clipped it with his wing. The explosion of metal and energon was instant.

—Skywarp!—Thundercracker yelled, transforming mid-run and bolting toward the crash site.

Behind him, the blur descended.

The figure landed with the weight of a meteor, claws digging into stone. It rose—tall, skeletal, with armor like rusted knives. Gaunt, wings stretched like fractured glass, and glowing optics burned through the dust.

He didn’t look like a seeker anymore.

He looked like a predator wearing a seeker’s skin.

Thundercracker stood protectively in front of Skywarp’s broken frame, arm-cannon primed, vents flaring.

The figure hissed—literally hissed—his clawed fingers twitching aggressively.

Then he spoke. Or tried to.

A static-laced rasp filtered through the stranger’s vocalizer.

—...seek…ers…—the word twisted, warped, like it hadn’t been spoken in eons.

Thundercracker narrowed his optics.—Who are you?

The creature paused. His talons tapped against the stone like he was trying to remember.

Then, with a flicker of old memory—an echo from another lifetime—he rasped:

—Stars…scream…

Skywarp groaned from behind, slowly coming online, one wing visibly mangled.

—You’ve got to be kidding me.—he muttered, optics flickering online.—That’s him! That’s the Seeker’s Devourer! I told you he was real!

Thundercracker entered designation of the strange seeker on his wrist comuter but he didn’t lower his weapon.—Starscream, right? From my information you were declared dead. Your trine—

Starscream twitched violently at the word trine, head jerking as if the word stabbed into something ancient and raw inside him.

—Trine…—he whispered. Then louder—“TRINE.”

He lunged forward, not with violence, but desperate, wild energy. Thundercracker barely dodged as Starscream collapsed to his knees before them, claws scraping the stone as he bent low, submitting. He didn’t remember many words, but the way he held his wings low to not appear threatening was more than enough to tell them that he didn’t want to kill them. He wanted to belong.

His optics looked up, wide, pleading, dulled from the years of burning loneliness.

Skywarp blinked, utterly frozen.—What do we do?

Thundercracker slowly deactivated his cannon.

—We can’t kill him. He’s… not right, but he’s not hostile. He’s just… broken.

Starscream circled them, sniffing the air, optics flickering with confused longing.

He didn’t remember how to talk properly. He didn’t know how to keep distance. Sometimes he got too close, vocalizer rasping with scrambled words. Sometimes he skittered away like a spooked animal when they reached for him.

But he followed them.

Sometimes, he brought gifts. A mangled sensor drone. A polished shard of glass. Once, he brought an entire dead wildmech and dropped it proudly at their feet like a cat presenting a kill.

Skywarp gagged.

But they didn’t chase him away.

Even when he curled too close to their resting spots. Even when he mimicked Skywarp’s voice or Thundercracker’s wing gestures, trying to remember what it meant to be with others.

It was like watching someone relearn how to live.

One night, as the stars turned above, Starscream curled between them, venting low and steady.

Thundercracker whispered,—I think we’re his trine now.

Skywarp didn’t respond for a long time. Then, softly,—Do you think he remembers who he used to be?

Thundercracker looked at the figure sleeping near them—still sharp-edged, still twitchy, but calmer now. Quieter.

—I’m not sure he remembers who he was. I’ve read that he was someone important, an air commander or something. But I think he remembers what he was. A seeker. And he’s trying to be it again. For us.

And so they stayed on that dead world a little longer. The mission forgotten.

Because they couldn’t abandon him now. Not again. Because they were his trine now, and that meant something.

Grueggrgrge! Oh my gods!

Oooooooooo! I love this!

Starscream being a wet, feral cat is just!

Ah! Oh I love every bit of this! Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go eat these words 10 times over!

For those wondering, it's linked back to this

[southparkgirls]

A Heidi plush is coming! Made by @sw33tzk4nd1.shop on Instagram

Link for pre-order:

https://www.etsy.com/listing/4526808153/preorder-heidi-plush-needs-16-sales-left?ref=yr_purchases

[casper-ferreiro]

Cracks some lie serum over your head and makes you drink some

This is great.

[goosesharkk]

i'm SUCH a benevolent and kind person 😊. my friends LOVE me!

anyway,

Don't you just LOVE it when your pal plucks out your eyelashes with their teeth?

cause I sure do! gotta be the top ten best ways to bond together. top THREE, even!

[breezee513]

You inspired me to make this

AH I LOVE IT!!! Looks so good!