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« 🎻 » || The moment Starscream saw his mate-to-be, his optics didn’t leave him, not for a second. He looked like a walking suit of armor, all harsh angles and stern expression, with winglets too small to gauge the movement of. The fact he had no true wings to read was unsettling to the Vosnian – he projected no emotion, which, Starscream supposed, may have been the point.
Tetrahexians were known for being disciplined and stoic.
Starscream watched Cyclonus bow, wings sweeping down, then up, in acceptance of the gesture. He offered out his hand, wrist limp, for his suitor to kiss.
“No more taxing than usual,” he said, a gentle huff escaping him. “My apologies for our late arrival. The shuttle was delayed.
“You’re Cyclonus, then?”
♪♫ || Cyclonus could feel Starscream’s gaze raking down his body, but if it bothered him, he gave indication. He was Tetrahexian, of course; he cared nothing for projecting emotion or reaction. Tetrahexians were built for war. They were logic and strength, whereas their Vosnian cousins were curves and tenderness and art. They were as different as different could be.
And the Prince looked forward to the challenge.
When the servo was offered to him, he took it, bending once more to press his lips to Starscream’s digits. Despite the differences in their cultures, some things forever stayed the same. The purple mech straightened, then glanced over at his aunt and her mate, then back at Starscream.
“Of course. It is a pleasure to meet you, Starscream.” His gaze shifted once more to the Crowned Prince and her mate, and a small smile curved his lips. “Sunflare, Cygna. It is good to see you again.”
a certain someone wants his minibots rn
shipping something as a joke but then actually starting to ship it
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“Pretend you don’t want it.”
“They’re all watching the movie. They’re not even going to notice.”
“I want you. Right up against the window.”
“You know I love you, right? I have every intention of fucking you like I don’t.”
“Don’t pussyfoot around. I want it to hurt.”
“Let me blindfold you.”
“I want to make every inch of you mine.”
“Wrap your hands around my throat.”
“No, no. Leave your clothes on.”
“Home is too far away. No one’s going to see us here.”
“Just sit back and let me give you a show.”
“I want to make you bleed.”
“Relax. I’ll teach you the ropes.”
“Don’t worry. I won’t let you suffocate.”
“Clearly, you’ve never experienced silk sheets properly, then.”
“What would you think about adding a third party?”
“You can’t come until I say so. Understand?”
“That’s it. Touch yourself for me.”
“Bet I can make you come without ever touching your cock.”
“No using your hands. I’ll spread my lips and you lick.”
“Clean yourself out for me first.”
“Present yourself for me.”
“I want you to tie me up so I can’t get away.”
“I’m going to tie you to the bed posts and have my way with you.”
“I want you to dominate me.”
“You’re all mine, pet.”
“Oh fuck, yes. Bite me again.”
“Are you sure that’s going to fit?”
“I’m going to fill all your holes.”
“They’re next, after I’m done with you.”
“Just watch it with me. Maybe it’ll give us some ideas.”
“I want you to humiliate me.”
“You’re pathetic. If I wasn’t willing to fuck you, no one would.”
“It’s an ice cube, darling. Do you like it?”
“That’s good. Now spread your cheeks for me.”
“Don’t touch me. Just watch.”
“Are you sure you know how to use that?”
“I hope you don’t mind whip marks.”
[Text] What are you wearing?
“I want to drip candlewax all over you.”
“I know just how to make you relax.”
“Have you ever tried rimming?”
“Your muscles are in knots. Better let me rub you down.”
“I got the mirror so you can see yourself while I’m fucking you.”
“You’re not afraid of a little piece of ginger, are you?”
“I want to pour ___ all over you and then lick it off.”
“Oh my. I didn’t know you could move like that.”
“I’m your master/mistress and will be addressed as such.”
“I don’t care if they’re watching. I’m not done with you yet.”
“Oh no. Not until you beg.”
“Tell me how good this feels.”
“On your knees.”
“I’ll do anything you want me to do to you, but you have to say it out loud.”
“Better be quiet or they’ll hear you.”
“Relax your throat.”
“I want you to ride me.”
“Oh, that hurts so good.”
“I want to hear you scream.”
“Better be quiet or they’ll hear you.”
“Strung up with a spreader bar is a good look for you.”
M!A: Someone's been brewing mischief this evening! Unbeknownst to you, someone has slipped a potent aphrodisiac in your cube of energon! Unfortunately, its effects won't wear off for another 24hrs~.
♪♫ || Fantastic.
Absolutely FANTASTIC.
forced memories: all the happy times
Your character has full access to all of my character's memories. Which memory does your character force my character to recall? | ACCEPTING
♪♫ || There aren’t too many happy times in Cyclonus’ memories. At least, not any from recent years. Most of his life has been pain; pain and loss without even a trace of autonomy. But there are a few, most from days only just passed. Most of them involve his little ones. Rewind, Tailgate, Swerve; even now, he can still feel their warmth against his. Even Whirl’s warm is against his armor now and again.
He shifts without a word, as if trying to press into the phantom heat. How long had it been since he had allowed someone to get so close to him? Galvatron, surely. And even then, their relationship was... dubious. Cyconus didn’t want to think about it. He didn’t want his name MENTIONED. not in this happy moment. Not when he was surrounded by those he truly loved.
His winglet shifted, and Swerve made a noise of complaint. Tailgate flopped back across Cyclonus’ stomach. Only Rewind seemed to behave, nestled gently in the crook of Cyclonus’ arm. The mech twitched once, desperate to cling to the happy moment, especially in this troubling time.
There would be time for war and death later. Let him enjoy these little ones, at least for now.
【☆】just as expected, she wound up safely in the samurai’s hold. there hadn’t been a doubt in her mind that he’d catch her. he had a soft spot for the small ones.
❝ why thank you. ❞ fingers snapped into twin pistols, a broad grin on her lips. ❝ not often i hear that one. can’t imagine it’s a hard position to secure, though. don’t know how many humans you’ve met. ❞
♪♫ || Of course he caught her; there was no other course of action for the minibot protector. As soon as he saw something small in danger, he had to reach out. He had to grab them. But it was harder with humans, considering that they often reacted badly to landing on harsh metal.
“Two. Perhaps three, but I cannot recall. I do not remember much of my time on earth.” Giving a little sigh, the mech ran a claw through her hair. Red optics softened. “You are going to get yourself snuffed one day, little one.”
I want to know your story I want to know your past I want to know your future too Fill my days and nights with the tale of you
Your character has full access to all of my character's memories. Which memory does your character force my character to recall?
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Let them bury the side of the story they'll never learn !
I’ll never be a HERO all the citizens adore But if I hide to save my life what has my life been for?
I'll never be a HERO all the citizens adore But if I hide to save my life what has my life been for?
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« 🎻 » || He hadn’t been given a choice in this.
Starscream had been told by his creators, time and time again on their way to Tetrahex, to stay polite – to keep his wings held high, but not too much so, to soften that glare in his optics, to stop pouting and for all their sake, not to throw a tantrum. But no matter what, the thought that his agency had been taken from him refused to leave the young Seeker’s mind.
He hadn’t been given a choice. And now, even not knowing his intended, he wanted nothing more than to rip out the other mech’s spark.
Starscream huffed as he was ushered into the entryway of the Crown’s tower (he wasn’t sure that that was what it was called, but it was close enough), standing next to his carrier as he waited to be greeted. His EM prickled with rage; his digits twitched.
Primus help the next mech that tried to speak to him.
♪♫ || Cyclonus had heard of the young mech’s temper.
How could he not have? Suitor after suitor had been tossed from the young prince’s sight. Mech after mech had crumbled beneath his withering gaze. And Starscream’s own sire-- Cyclonus’ kind aunt-- had relayed all of this to him in perhaps more detail than was necessary over a few updates. In the end, Cyclonus knew he had no choice.
When he had approached his aunt and her mate about perhaps attempting to court Starscream, there had been no hesitation. Before Cyclonus could even grasp what was going on, the date was set, and the three were on their way to Tetrahex for the Conjunx ceremony. Well, he supposed some problems just solved themselves.
He was standing by his throne when their arrival was announced. Though he knew he was expected, he made no hurry to meander across the room and stand in front of them. His lips barely twitched, and instead Cyclonus bowed low at the waist. His optics were on hit to-be mate the entire time.
“Welcome to Tetrahex,” he rumbled, and straightened. “I do hope the trip was not too taxing.”
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【☆】❝ coming in!! ❞ that was the only warning; she was already charging at him, already jumping off the catwalk–––!!
♪♫ || “Verity, no--!”
Despite his protests, she still jumped. And despite the overwhelming urge to not follow through, Cyclonus immediately reached up, silver claws curved in an effort to catch the falling human. As soon as she was in his grasp, he pulled her close to his chest, rumbled his engines.
“Verity. You are the most FOOLHARDY human I have EVER met.”
At least there was that much. Didn’t stop the feelings of unease, though.
“Who are you?”
♪♫ || Slowly, he knelt before her. She seemed to have no fear of him; not like the other organics on this planet did. Perhaps she knew of others, then. Perhaps she was one of their allies.
“My name is Cyclonus of Tetrahex. And you, little one?”
She perked up attentively, audial fins twitching slightly in intimidation. She stood straight, staring up at his burning optics as coolant started to brim the edges of her own.
“… Everything,” She answered, a bit shakily. "Losin’ everyone. How much it’s gonna hurt. Bein’ useless.” her hands were clenched tightly together, digits sloppily entangled.
“I - I know it’s stupid ta call it afore it’s even happened,” She rambled on, eyes darting back down to look vaguely somewhere along Cyclonus’ chest plate. Eye contact was so hard to maintain when tears were threatening to fall. “B-but unless we get another spark-spasm miracle, I know I won’t stand a chance. I’ll l-let everyone down. I can’t do it…” and there leaked the first tear. “I-I’m o-only still alive coz o-of dependin’ on others, I-I’m just… No help at all…!”
♪♫ || “Do not focus on the pain.”
Kneeling, Cyclonus allowed himself to reach Raptor’s level. Red optics searched the other, looking for some hint of a warrior within her. Though they all had different strengths, today was one of the days where they had to rely on each other; they had to learn to fight with each other, or none of them would survive. Above all else, though, they were going to have to learn to rely on THEMSELVES. That was the number one rule of the warrior.
“You are just as much a fighter as any of us, Raptor. You have the ability to defend your teammates just as much as I do, or the others do. Ignore what has happened. Ignore what you think MIGHT happen. You need to be strong, and you need to be ready to fight. Because even if we do not win, I am not going to watch my crew fall like sparklings before the DJD.”
Rising, he smirked, and added, “Besides, at the very least, we can take a number of those Pitspawns out with us.”