sneakymedulla inquired:

mr. lord megatron needs a vacation

If I could afford another three years skipping stellar systems, I would.

5 hours ago • 0?
#sneakymedulla
Anonymous inquired:

... What's he like? When he's sleeping next to you. When you wake up with him in your berth.

Annoying.

Seekers also like to take up a great deal of space. The number of times I’ve awoken with multiple limbs in my face is laughable.

5 hours ago • 0?
#Anonymous
nolongerneutral inquired:

Some of these questions are uncomfortable to read. How can you be so relaxed at anons asking such personal scrap?

Personal?

For most of my life I’ve been forced to live without privacy, without any choice in who gets to ask me questions and whether or not I am allowed to refuse an answer.

I am accustomed to this. It makes no difference if one anonymous messenger knows the sordid history between myself and Starscream, or Orion, or anyone else I chose to share a berth with. My history and the details of my life are public knowledge.

5 hours ago • 0?
#nolongerneutral
Anonymous inquired:

Why don't you want to sleep next to him anymore? And wouldn't your bond compel you to be in close proximity? Y'know, to ease the strain of being physically far away - chemically, bonds are stronger the closer they are in the physical sense. (They're also stronger if they're double-bonded, triple-bonded, every-night-bonded... if you catch my drift...)

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You speak as one who has never had the pleasure of Starscream screeching in your audial. 

Proximity is relative. As long as we are in the same room, the bond is satisfied. Anything beyond that is personal.

5 hours ago • 0?
#second incommand #Anonymous
Anonymous inquired:

1. What are the rules concerning Seeker wings in berth? 2. You actually used to sleep with Starscream - as in, you literally slept? 3. Do you still share a berth with him? If not... 4. Do you maybe want to again?

  1. Touching wings usually leads to one thing, unless the Seeker involved has gratuitous amounts of self-control. They are the most delicate part of the frame—not weak, but filled with sensors. Accidental damage weakens those nodes, which Seekers use to read air currents and temperature, and can be very serious. The general rule here is to be aware of where the wings are at all times. Starscream eliminated a portion of my responsibility by sleeping in one specific position. 
  2. Yes. Believe it or not, we were, at times, very, very tired.
  3. No.
  4. No.
Anonymous inquired:

Re: the kibble comic - you would think Seekers slept on their fronts, no? So their wings didn't get crushed if they moved around during recharge?

You would think. 

Starscream slept on his side—wings pointed away and out of my reach—or on his stomach. The few times I caught him on his back, he was either alone or locked so deeply in recharge he did not notice or care of the danger to his wings.

That being said, if a Seeker’s berthmate does not know the ‘rules’ concerning wings, then they have no right to be there.

6 hours ago • 0?
#Anonymous

lesnee:

I’ve re-watched seasons one and two of Transformers Prime and my inner Starscream became needy

deceptinerd inquired:

Lord Megatron, would you say that Soundwave would make a great DJ? He seems the type, deep down

deceptinerd:

therisingdarkness:

deceptinerd:

therisingdarkness:

deceptinerd:

therisingdarkness:

Perhaps you should ask him for yourself. If he feels that is his calling, then I would not stop him.

I would gladly ask him, it’s just the actual answer part that I’m not sure would happen.

He does not often speak.

This is true, yes, this is very true. image

He seems nice enough though, a very emotional type.

I would disagree. He is respectful, and he knows his place, but he will not hesitate to kill those who stand in his way.

They’re very good qualities, certainly. I’ll just stand to the side so he doesn’t have to kill me by stepping on me with his wondrously well toned legs. You should still ask him about the DJ thing, he can do parties, I’m familiar with the multiverses I can tell you DJ Soundwave has gone well before.

I have met one. He was…eccentric.

8 hours ago • 6?via?
deceptinerd inquired:

Lord Megatron, would you say that Soundwave would make a great DJ? He seems the type, deep down

deceptinerd:

therisingdarkness:

deceptinerd:

therisingdarkness:

Perhaps you should ask him for yourself. If he feels that is his calling, then I would not stop him.

I would gladly ask him, it’s just the actual answer part that I’m not sure would happen.

He does not often speak.

This is true, yes, this is very true. image

He seems nice enough though, a very emotional type.

I would disagree. He is respectful, and he knows his place, but he will not hesitate to kill those who stand in his way.

8 hours ago • 6?via?
deceptinerd inquired:

Lord Megatron, would you say that Soundwave would make a great DJ? He seems the type, deep down

deceptinerd:

therisingdarkness:

Perhaps you should ask him for yourself. If he feels that is his calling, then I would not stop him.

I would gladly ask him, it’s just the actual answer part that I’m not sure would happen.

He does not often speak.

8 hours ago • 6?via?

(Source: v-l-a)

second-incommand:

//I always miss Mundays so here’s a super late (early?) pic of me playing around in my Snow White junk.

opferziege:

theminttu:

oh noooo Starscream your insides have become outsides

(Happy belated birthday Kaz)

OWO

deceptinerd inquired:

Lord Megatron, would you say that Soundwave would make a great DJ? He seems the type, deep down

Perhaps you should ask him for yourself. If he feels that is his calling, then I would not stop him.

9 hours ago • 6?
#deceptinerd

I Will Fail You

second-incommand:

The walk back to the Officer’s Corridor had been a long one. Starscream had taken each progressive step slowly, treading in a false stride of calm that belied the true depth of his aggravation.

I am the SECOND IN COMMAND! he roared into his own helm, energon pulsing. It is my RIGHT to know! To lead! To oversee this warship! To stand as an equal at the side that slagging waste of good metal and

Starscream clenched his talons to form a fist and sneered.

His right servo still ached from socking it against the wall. Thin, dry flakes of energon cracked when he flexed the joints. But a throbbing hand was the least of his current concerns—more prudent to contend with was the absolute lack of respect Megatron continued to show for him in the arena of Decepticon rule.

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For how long he stood there, in the dark, watching his Second bathe, he didn’t know. His chronometer logged the time, steady increments passing by with less acknowledgment than received by dying stars. Gentle, appreciative moans locked in his audials like a point-precision echo targeting his memories, each one of those laden with the weight of his mistakes.

Old joints creaked. Welding scars carried the phantom burn of a torch and the acrid scent of melting alloys. Every wound, a memory. Every line in his back, a name he could not forget. Every ache another face in a sea of soldiers. His body was a living monument to the war, his very life no longer his own, but an icon of what their war had done.

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(Source: therisingdarkness)