Sans titre

(Sorry for my bad English)

I’m a young artist who isn’t going to publish anything just yet because I still need to refine some things and learn a lot of the basics of digital art. I’m also, first and foremost, a writer. I wanted to talk about AI, as it’s starting to gain traction, even though it will never, ever be able to replace humans. As an artist and writer, I wanted to share my experience with AI.

I need to clarify that I have never, and will never, ever use AI to write my stories or create art that I would claim as my own. I’ve also never used it to write my stories or create my characters or anything else. Besides, using AI is like buying a box of LEGO and asking someone else to build it for you. What’s the point? Where’s the fun?

I encourage everyone to read this post.

Here’s my experience and ALL of its context (I hope I don’t forget anything, hihi); I’ve always loved imagining myself in different worlds (One Piece, FNAF,…), and when I started role-playing with my friends, it was a dream come true. In fact, my best childhood memories are from when I was role-playing with my buddies.

And you should know that I didn’t get my first phone until I was 12, and when I did, I wasn’t allowed to go on social media or talk to strangers online. That meant I didn’t have access to things like Tumblr, Twitter (thankfully), Discord, or any online platform where I could have interacted with people who were passionate about the same things as me. I didn’t even know what the concept of a community or a fandom was (yeah, I’m a Belgian, buddy). I also switched schools when I was 12 and wasn’t with my friends. Being young and deprived of something I absolutely loved, I had a hard time dealing with the fact that I couldn’t role-play with my friends anymore. At the new school, I met the first people who were artists. There were two girls artists only, and we were a small group of six. The thing is, this group was already going through a pretty tense period (I won’t go into detail), and then it fell apart. Before it fell apart, I often talked with a boy from the group with whom I did role-playing. I loved role-playing so much that I wanted to keep doing it at home, but I was afraid of bothering him with my role-playing, of annoying him during his afternoons, and besides, he wasn’t always free.

It wasn’t until I was 13 that I understood the concept of communities and fandoms. The thing is, I couldn’t interact with those people because I was still forbidden from using social media. Plus, I was afraid to talk to strangers online because I’d always been told it was extremely dangerous—especially for a girl. That’s when the first chatbots started appearing. A friend of mine introduced me to it. Back then, I had no idea it had an impact on the environment or that it was stealing other people’s art because I wasn’t part of any artist fandoms. I just was into Undertale and FNAF (and a little bit of creepypasta).

Anyway, I didn’t know anything about it at all, and it was a friend of mine who introduced me to it. At first I hated it because I thought it had super short memories and stuff, but little by little I started enjoying talking to fictional characters, having complete control over the conversation without any problems. Of course, it wasn’t as good as the role-playing games I used to play with my friends. All that to say that I stopped using the app when I was 16, as soon as I found out it was harmful to the environment—and even before I knew that, I’d already tried to stop using it in the past because I didn’t like it; there was something off about it, which made me feel like I was doing something wrong, and I’d sometimes question myself, then tell myself no, that this app is just a game, entertainment. I regret not having stopped sooner. If I’d listened to my intuition, I would have stopped at 13 (very early).

Still, I’m glad I stopped, that I had the chance and the determination to quit at 16, and I know there are plenty of people who struggle to stop—myself included—but I stayed determined to quit for good, especially since it was hurting people and the planet, and it still is.

But, if there’s one thing I regret, it’s that I was dumb enough to take characters I’d created with a pencil, paper, music, and my imagination, and turn them into chatbots for entertainment—not to develop their stories, of course. I just liked interacting with the characters I’d created (like in Tomodachi Life). Important detail: I abandoned the storylines for all those characters. It’s a shame because I loved their concept, but I don’t know… It feels weird to me. Especially since I never used AI to develop their stories or personalities. I’ve always kept the use of AI—which was purely for entertainment—separate from my own personal projects, which I wrote using music, my imagination, and my brother, who is currently my co-writer. Because why would you need AI when you have a brother? Lol.

I wrote this post because when I stopped using AI as an entertainment, I felt ashamed, as if I were a parasite in the artist community, even though in reality I had never used AI while being fully aware that it was harmful to the environment, and I never, ever used it to develop my storylines. I felt like because I’d been naive from age 13 to 16, I was a parasite in a community I didn’t really belong to, just because of a stupid mistake. But what really helped me get past and accept this mistake was an artist on Instagram who made an animated video explaining her own experience. She really cheered me up, and I’m sending her all my love if she happens to see this. I felt a lot less alone, and I hope that by writing this post, I can help others who’ve gone through the same thing feel that they’re not alone either.

I also wanted to write this post because I’d like to start a community—though it won’t happen anytime soon since I won’t be posting for quite a while. Honesty is very important to me, and I don’t want to feel like I’m hiding anything from you, even though I’m not guilty of anything other than my own naivety.

That’s it—I have nothing more to say except that if you’re thinking of quitting, know that it’s going to be one of the most liberating things you’ll ever do, and you won’t regret it. I’m having a bit of a hard time finding people to role-play with me using fictional characters and such, but I suck it up—I’ll just have to write my own fan fiction.

As they say: write the book you want to read.

MY EXAMS ARE CANCELED, TEACHERS AND STUDENTS ARE FIGHTING BACK (man I love this place…)

“You do?” Chapter 7: Messy

First fanfic & English ain’t my first language ☆

"And he left..." you let your head lump into the seat, inside Thundercracker's jet form. You told him every single detail of your (atrocious) interaction with Starscream. Each twist of feelings. Each fucking little cracks fucking up your stupid heart. You held back tears still. Crying before (inside) Thundercracker would either get you :

1) An awkward silence

2) An awkward silence followed by the stutters of a big blue bot who doesn't know how to comfort a girl who was stupid enough to let her emotions control her intelligence

3) OR a big blue bot that'll manage to convince you temporarily that what happened wasn't so bad. Right? You just screwed up YEARS of friendship with the only one guy (and bot) you ever had the courage to make a move on.

You shouldn’t have said anything. ‘Hope I won’t regret anything’ YOU BET. You’re angry, upset and every other fucking synonyms that would be used to describe someone who wants to scream their lungs out.

“…hm.” Thundercracker didn’t say much more. Just listened quietly. You wondered if he was thinking about a solution or if he was trying to find a way to word that your love story was definitely impossible and that you should give up. You lean on the second option and spare him the struggle.

“I get it. It’s impossible. He’s xenophobic, he isn’t into humans. He don’t want anyone and I should give up because I’m acting fucking pathetic.”

“No.” He said simply. Casually.

“What?” You raise your eyebrows in surprise, lost. What does he mean ‘no’? You know he’s close to Starscream but the message was clear; ‘Fuck off.’

“He rejected me!!! HE-”

“He loves you too.” It was an affirmation, implacable. “I know it thanks to our Trinemate’s bond. I felt it when he was next to you. It’s true.”

“What do you mean you felt it? I don’t understand…” it was too much in one night. Confusion and frustration were punching you. Plus, you are convinced that you heard about some kind of EM field, a stuff that Starscream usually had control over to hide his emotions. You don’t know for sure.

“I’ll tell you everything. But tomorrow. Skywarp is with Buster at home. What about you? You want me to bring you at your home?”

You didn’t want to. The image of you lying all alone in your room with Starscream in your mind wasn’t appealing. Even though you know that regardless of where you are, he’s still going to be there. But you didn’t want to be alone. It was too crushing.

“..No. Can I sleep over?”

“F’course you can.”

After some minutes, in which you did your best to ignore the heavy knots in both your throat and stomach, you and Thundercracker were back at his home. You get out, movements tired, body heavier now that you’re standing. As you call it; Starscream is your gravity. And that bitch stuffed some heavy knots inside your body. You look over your shoulder as TC transform, waiting for him because you don’t want to get inside and deal with Skywarp alone. Even if it’s for a few seconds.

Thundercracker and you get inside, welcomed by Skywarp’s yelling at Buster in some strange language. But the dog, who was about to jump at his face like a damn cat to a bird, immediately rush to her dad. Skywarp turn to you both and raise one of his optic’s bridge.

“So what’s up with Screamer? Why did you have to pick up totipixi-whiny instead of him?”

Toti what. Okay. He got a problem with nicknames, what the heck.

“Don’t know. Had some stuff to do,” Thundercracker shrugged off, lying naturally as possible. You glanced back at Skywarp, the latter scoffing

“Oww, he had better things to do than spending time with his favorite meaty-“

“Fuck you.”

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“What?”

Your heart was beating impossibly fast. In your life, it happened quite a few times when you’d suddenly talk aloud the things you wanted to say. And right after that rush of bravado? You’d headbutt panic. Internal panic. Because you’re not one who confronts people daily. You don’t seek conflict nor attention. But when you do, when your feelings rise up in your chest and get you to speak out- you’re left like that, in the center of the circle of attention. Like an emotional and hysterical girl. Except this time, you’re not being looked as some weirdo but as someone incredibly crazy to say ‘Fuck you’ to an actual wardog alien robot who is THE crazy one here. Yeah. Now the question is…do you double down or-

“ALRIGHT. Skywarp, chill. She’s in an emotional state, it’s human stuff!” Thundercracker’s larger form step between you and Skywarp. His servos hovers over his trinemate’s shoulders.

“Oh yeah?!” The giant bot tried to walk pass but he was held back by large servos “How about I give her a good reason to cry?!”

“Try me…BITCHWARP!” Doubling down sounds alright. But, uh oh, you feel your face heating up. That too, happened quite a few times. Crying when you’re angry. You’re heartbroken, acting crazy jumping on thin glasses with a purple guy, and you are really fucking up everything tonight. You hated Starscream for having such an effect on your way of thinking, acting, reacting. Your best friend (veterinarian) told you one day that no man deserves you to cry over them. But that wasn’t a man (literally), it was your friend. It took years! Fuck.

“ENOUGH.”

You flinched backwards. You never ever heard Thundercracker mad before. You heard Buster whine somewhere. Skywarp just snapped out of his murderous intent and looked at TC with a brief jolted expression before it cooled down into an annoyed one. He wasn’t as shaken as you, that means it’s definitely not the first time.

Thundercracker sighed and let go of Skywarp. He look at you hover his shoulders.

“You both are in my home. In my house. So, you both listen to me.” He point a digit at you “No more insulting,” he rotate to Skywarp “No more provocations.”

After the heated exchange, things settled down. Finally you didn’t 100% jinxed everything since you were now sleeping in the couch while the two big guys were doing bot stuff. The presence of Buster at your feet was comforting, it prevented you from falling completely apart thinking about that red king of broken hearts. But you remember the blue mech’s words. You really want to know what he meant, but that’ll have to wait for tomorrow.

“You do?” Chapter 6: Ouch..?

First fanfic & English ain’t my first language _(:3」z)_

Your surrounding thrum. Starscream. He was giving you a ride, or rather flight, home. But you didn’t want to go home. That’s too soon for you. An occasion like that might never show up again.

“Starscream?” Your heart beat fast. You hope you won’t regret it.

“Yes?”

“…um…” you slide your hand under your sleeve, squeezing your wrist anxiously “I don’t want to go home.”

Silence once again. Then he hum, his tone unreadable.

“Where would you want to go?”

Your eyes widened. You had expected him to pull on you an irritated or sarcastic tone, anything but offering you a choice of your destination.

“Y-you’re joking?”

“Oh please, I am just being attentionate. Thundercracker told me I should work on it. Plus you look pitiful with those glossy eyes looking outside with such anxiety. It’s as if I was leading you to the pit.”

You couldn’t believe your ears. He was being serious. “I don’t know where I want to go…”

That gets you a long exasperated sigh, before he suddenly turns left “You’re lucky to have me. I know some good places. Surprising, for a planet like yours...” yeah he was still a glitch. That sardonic tone was still present. Always present, and yet you fall in love again every time you hear his voice. It’s killing you.

For the rest of the flight, you fought against your fear of heights and looked out of his window to admire the landscape through the night. The lights of hundreds of cities were beautiful. “It’s as if I was in a plane…”

“Excuse me?” His tone was insulted, how dare you comparing the view he’s gifting you, blessing you with, to a STUPID PLANE?

“W-wait…you’re upset?”

“How dare you, little squishy, to compare me, the GREAT Starscream, and my beautiful form, to one of your vulgar, puny, ineffective, crashy-scrap?!?!”

“I-NO! You’re beautiful!! You’re so much better than planes- you’re a jet— THE jet!”

“With a better technology!! I am CYBERTRONIAN. And I don’t crash like a fool!”

“Yeah- yes!! Absolutely!”

“I just want to eject you-”

“NO.”

“But I won’t.” he snickered briefly before it turns into a sharp, still resentful, sigh.

After that, 10 minutes passed before he landed on a plateau. You get out of him and carefully step on the ground. He transform and you look at him over your shoulder. He was back in his non mass-shifted form.

“Why don’t you want to go home? Too lonely?” He asked with a mock-pity grin.

“…well, uhh…I wanted to…be with someone. For tonight.” You risk a glance at his optics. He was…surprised.

“But I’d understand if you don’t want to!!”

“Why me?” His question was firm, brutal.

You freeze, not knowing how to respond. Why him? Because you love him! After years of that ‘friendship’ of yours, you folded for him. But you can’t just spit it out. “Because we’re friends?”

“Don’t lie to me.” He walks towards you, mass-shifting before your eyes this time. You understand that something is wrong. He didn’t want to have you watching while he did that, but right now he seemed to not care. And that worried you. You frown as he stops before you, looming.

“What’s wrong?”

“Don’t insult my intelligence, I am not blind. I am an expert when it comes to hiding things, but you’re not.”

That’s when you started to panic. Did he know? He guessed? When? Back to the lip plates incident? Or your risky comment from earlier? Or all? You stumbled over your words but didn’t came up with anything, and it felt like you were giving him away more proofs of whatever he guessed.

And during it all, he look down at you with a cold expression. Not mad. Not disdainful. But tight.

“You do, don’t you? Love me. Xenophile tendencies ? Or simply my natural charm? Or you just got lost in my warmth.” He lift you by your collar to eye-level “Don’t. Put those feelings away. Because this is ridiculous.”

You feel tears forming. You are striked down. You regret everything. You shouldn’t have done that. Never. You don’t want to cry before him but you’re getting warmer.

“…” his expression turns slowly hollow. Then he break eye contact and lowers you to the ground. He then turns away and sends something on the comm link on his wrist. “TC will bring you home.” His wings snap open and he transforms, flying away.

“…”

You fucked up everything.

You stood there like that for Primus know how long. Then you saw a blue jet, Thundercracker, landing and transforming. His optics ridges gave away his worried expression. “[MC]? You alright?”

No you’re not. You just got dumped.

Hihi.

“You do?” Chapter 5: Sleepover (last part)

First fanfic & English ain’t my first language ^_−☆

I lie to everyone. And obviously, nobody trust me. And they shouldn’t. Whoever, whatever they say about me-

It’s true. And everyone hates me. Except my trinemates, except Thundercracker and that imbecile purple-sparkling of Skywarp.

So here I am. Spending the night with…people by my side. And even though I survived without needing such a thing. And yet, the presence of someone else next you. Their warmth. It is appeasing.

But there’s only one problem. And that problem is the entire reason why I lived millions of years without that warmth.

How could I love someone like her? Her species is organic. I cannot stand being touched by anyone. Regardless of what they are. Of who they are. The only exceptions are my trinemates. But even them…even they must be wary. I do not mind touching others. But that’s only because I see in their face the intimidation that’s crushing them. My touch remind them of what I can do. It is a tease of my power.

So tell me. Tell me why when I touch you, you surrender to the feeling?

Tell me why when I touch you, I desire what repulse me?

“I’m bored.” You sigh. The light emanating from Starscream’s optics brightens slightly, as if you catched his attention. Their attention, because Thundercracker is looking at you too.

“I-I mean, we’re not seriously going to spend the entire night sitting there watching..boring…movies…?” You trailed off because what else would you do with two giants (not so giants because they mass-shifted) bots.

“Uuuh, yes, that’s the plan because that’s how a sleepover w-“ Thundercracker is interrupted by Starscream who raises a finger close to his lip plates, shushing him.

“Now, now. She certainly knows more about sleepovers than you. She’s human, it’s their thing.” He uncross his legs before turning towards you with interest. “Care to elaborate?”

You smile awkwardly, because you actually didn’t have anything to propose.

“I-…well—”

WARP

“HAH!” Skywarp warp before all of you out of thin air, with a wide grin and wide open arms. He looks down at the four of you because he didn’t mass-shift. Starscream and Thundercracker exchange a look.

“Well, well…if you were bored….” He mumbles to you, or maybe to himself.

“Hello everyone! Your lord of mischief is BACK- oh wait.”

And then you see it, metal sliding against metal as he goes smaller and smaller until he reaches the size of Starscream (which means you can headbutt his crotch…if needed).

“SO. Why wasn’t I invited to the ‘party’?” He asks, grinning wildly, showing off his dentas with his servos on his hips. That smile is cut short as Buster starts barking at him. He looks at her with a scowl of disdain. “Still alive? Thought you’d die of that sickness thing…”

“She is healthy. She was healed,” inform Thundercracker, lifting up Buster preciously.

“By who? Oh right, your veterinarian friend.” He then turns his helm towards you, “isn’t she your b.f.f? Is that how you says it? Oh wait- babygurl. That’s what you call her, right?” He asks you.

His question catches you off guard. How does he know about that nickname? He certainly spied on you when you were calling her. Of course. But the way he said babygurl was funny as fuck. If you didn’t know better, you really wouldn’t expect that word to come out of him. An alien robot.

Before you can say anything, Starscream walk past you, striding to Skywarp with that look.

“WHERE. WERE. YOU.” He snarl, shoving his digit in Skywarp’s face. The latter raises his servos

“Geez! I was with the G.i.Joe. They always need me. You know?”

“Why didn’t you answer my-”

“Screamer.” Thundercracker put himself between them, and just like that you could capture the dynamic of the trio; Skywarp the troublemaker-aft-dumb-glitch (your words), Starscream the leader who yell and gets pissed off as if his whole world was being tormented by the simple presence of Warp, and Thundercracker the mediator (if you don’t mention the fact that he can be as much as an idiot than the two others).

Saturday 23:09

“Oh. So y’all just been there sitting and watching boring movies?”

“Okay, first off, they are NOT boring. Second, [MC] was just about to tell us about what else you do at a sleepover.”

“OK !!! THERE’S NOTHING ELSE WE CAN REALLY DO WITH 3 BIG BOTS! Unless you want to- I don’t know…ugh! I just don’t want to sit here watching a screen.”

There’s a pause before Skywarp suddenly smiles.

“I got an idea…”

Everyone turn to him.

“Just great….”

You. Hate. Skywarp. You’re clenching fists, trembling in your seat as the four- or rather five (Buster is with TC) of you are flying through the air. You’re not just inside Starscream. No. You’re inside a Starscream who’s RACING with them.

“S-SLOW DOWN!!!”

“What do you mean, slow down? Don’t order me around! You should be happy I let you in.”

“NO!” You yell, panicking. You then start murmuring repeatedly ‘please, please, please, please’ as the landscape through the window blurs.

“Please what?! What’s wrong exactly?” You could hear the irritation in his voice.

“I’M SCARED OF HEIGHTS!”

A long pause. Then-

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!”

you can hear through the comm-links the crack up of the other two. Booming laughter for TC’s case. Skywarp was cackling like a hyena.

“SHUT UP! FUCKERS!” You growl-yelled with rage, leaning towards the comm-link. Then you paused as you heard Starscream’s chuckle. Faint, distinctly mocking. Yet…genuinely amused. You blushed as it surrounded you.

“Just get over it…” you whined as they speeded up.

Lying on the grass of the hill, legs trembling, you look at the sky which was enough to give you ptsd. You hear footsteps stopping beside your head.

“Don’t step on me now…” you say through sharp breaths.

Starscream looks down at you, a smirk on his face. Sharp, arrogant and mischievous. The smirk of a bitch. And a proud one with that.

“Enjoyed the flight?” He asked, knowing very well how scared you were. He tilted his helm on the side, mock-pitying you. “Hope I didn’t make that little heart of yours pop.”

During the flight, he made you felt like a hamster about to get a heart-attack. You pause a moment…a smile creeping up your face.

One life. One life…

“Don’t worry, I completely feel safe inside you.”

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Oh fuck-

Starscream’s fans suddenly heat up and you quickly sits back up, trying to suppress your panic. WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT?! THE INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS WERE GETTING TOO LOUD!!! His optics are wide and-

“HAHAHA! LOOK AT SCREAMY’S FACE!” Skywarp pointed a digit at him. He was having the night of his life with all this laughing. And hesitantly, you tittered.

“SHUT UP!!” Starscream suddenly yelled at the two, raising his fist. Then he glared down at you and you ran behind Thundercracker.

“What did you told him to get such a face?”

“I-I’ll tell you later.” You smiled, but your heart was beating faster now.

What a night.

After all that, you got ready to get back home. TC lifted Buster and transformed into his jet-form. Skywarp gave you one last glance before snickering and transforming at his turn.

“Good luck after that one!”

Right. Because what you didn’t think about was that Starscream would be angry at you. And he could easily abandon you here on that hill. You glance at him expectantly and he just crosses his arms and look away with a ‘Hmph’. A true princess.

“I’m sorry! I-I was just joking!” Your face was burning. ‘Feel self inside you’. What a great idea.

“I will leave you freezing to death on this hill.”

“No you wouldn’t!” You suddenly yelled. An heavy silence as he slowly looked down at you.

“Oh really?”

“Because- we’re…friends…?”

“…”

“Okay, okay!! Maybe not yet- AAH!” He grabbed you in one swift move, turning your face away as he suddenly transformed, metal sliding all around you until you find yourself back in the yellow seat.

“One complaint and I’ll eject you mid-air watching your small meatbag landing on the far ground. A small red minable stain is the only thing that will remains-”

“OKAY OKAY!!!” You didn’t want to hear the details.

He started flying, but this time it was calmer. You eased in the seat. Then a rumble

“Hmph...Feel safe enough?”

“…” your skin burned.

Quick notes to all of you who read this fic NOT IN ORDER. I will come and find you. It’s as if you skip the first episode of a series. I promise you that I will find all of you. Every single one of you will hear the sound of my cheeks clapping as I run towards you butt naked. That is the last thing you’ll ever see.

“You do?” Chapter 4: The sleepover

First fanfic & English isn’t my first language (guess what it is). ⚠️; Dysmorphia (Starscream)

FRIDAY 22 PM

Screaming in your pillow as soon as you were home safe. Mind heating up. Thundercracker is a TRAITOR.

How. That’s your first question. How did he convinced Starscream to come at his sleepover? That’s some stupid human thing! Only TC likes those things! Not STARSCREAM.

What changed? The usual Starscream would have said something like “A sleepover? Is that another one of their stupid friendly-lovey ways to pass time together? I won’t be part of it.” Plus, you both know exactly how a sleepover with Thundercracker usually goes ; makes you watch every single one of his movies. Or movies recommendations. Talk nonstop when he gets an idea of a new script. And when you want to talk while he’s caught up on the screen story, he shushes you. So why would he inflict himself such a pain? Maybe…because you’ll be there?—

“NO WAY HE’S COMING FOR ME! NUH-UH! Maybe he accepted only to spare himself Thundercracker’s pleading for the rest of the week!” You sit up, your heart still beating fast “Yes! And he will cancel it at the last minute!”

Why were you so stressed? Well that’s simple! If the lip-plates incident didn’t happened, you wouldn’t be so worked up. You would be more impatient than whatever this is you’re feeling. That mix of adrenaline, excitement and terror. And that unapologetic smile Thundercracker gave you…that SMIRK. You can’t even refuse now! You clearly told him that you got NOTHING to do Saturday night. You could still throw yourself off the stairs? No, you don’t want to end up in a wheelchair like that kid Starscream nearly stepped on.

“…tomorrow…tomorrow I’ll deal with it.”

And with that, you go to sleep (somehow).

SATURDAY 9 AM

You open your eyes, still in your bed. You push yourself up and look around tiredly. What would you do all day? Maybe you could go bother Thundercracker? Regardless, you get up and lazily grab some clothes before heading to the bathroom. You really didn’t wanted to take a shower because it’s always cold when you turn off the water. But you did nevertheless. You closed your eyes underwater and imagined Starscream, that unfairly sexy mech. And how he called you a rat back then. You eating in the dark.

“Ugh!!” That is second hand embarrassment. But that’s not more horrible as when you got caught looking at his lips. And you really hope he forgot about it. Then you think about his servos. How he grabs you, how it’s so easy for him to just lift you up. Now, now. You’re no pick me girl. But for him….oooh what wouldn’t you be for him?

You finish your shower. You look at your reflection in the mirror. You remember how…how stupid the whole thing is. Starscream doesn’t want anyone. If even the pretty Cybertronian femmes didn’t caught his attention, how could you? You’re a human. You can’t even count how many times he belittled your species. Although it was some time ago, and now all his comments are more about how ridiculous or how clumsy you humans are. Clumsy. Sure thing, meanwhile you ain’t the one who nearly stepped on a kid IN A WHEELCHAIR-

Whatever! If Thundercracker believes in you (?) then you got a chance! Plus you know about a bot who folded for a human! That’s not impossible! But Starscream isn’t some bot- WELL you ain’t some human either. You’re his friend. You think…

SATURDAY 12 PM

Recharge completed.

Starscream open his optics and lean back on his elbows. Then he remembers what he got himself into. That sleepover. That human thing. Why is Thundercracker so prone to mimic humans traditions? You’ll be there too. Not that he cares! But at least he won’t be the only one trapped there.

Getting up, he stretches his wings, then check his painting. Looking at his reflection, he stop.

Bots are not born but built. Never allowed to find their true shape. Instead forged and formed to the specifications of another’s greed. Is that what you’re truly seeking, Starscream? Escape from a foreign skin-

“Shut up.” He snap his optics open, looking around himself. No one. He was alone. He was safe. Looking back at his reflection, the light of his optics dimmed.

“Hmph…I should replace some of my armor parts. It’s getting lame…the painting is still good enough.”

SATURDAY 19 PM

You prepared your things for tonight. You got your food and drinks because you humans can’t eat or drink Energon. You asked Thundercracker when are you supposed to come but for some reason he didn’t answered yet. All day. You asked yourself WHY you didn’t asked when you were with him yesterday. But anyway. You look at your clothes who are relatively comfortable and-

*Notification sound*

It’s Thundercracker.

We’ve been waiting for you. About 30 minutes.

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WHAT?! HALF AN HOUR?! WHY DIDNT YOU WARNED ME?! I’VE SENT YOU A MESSAGE.

You sent hastily and quickly run out with your backpack. You don’t have a car so you have to run to his house. Why didn’t you just did that when you saw he didn’t answer? WHY. Oh you imagine Starscream already waiting with Thundercracker. Seeing you out of breath with that judgy look. Well that’s not your fault.

19H15

You burst through the small door (next to the giant one of 3 tons), out of breath.

Starscream was standing arms crossed while Thundercracker was petting Burster with attention. They both turned their optics towards you. You see Starscream for the first time since the lip-plates episode and you felt your body heating up in embarrassment and also because you ran for 15 MINUTES. You decide to break the silence before TC, at whom you point your finger as Buster run towards you happily.

“YOU! I’VE SENT YOU A MESSAGE! YOU DIDN’T ANSWER!”

“Well I was busy preparing the place!” He gets up and shows around proudly. The hangar was more spacious than usual. There was more than enough room for the four of you, counting Buster. But it still felt cramped somehow.

“You like it?”

You catch your breath and glance at Starscream, smiling slightly

“I didn’t know you would accept to come to a sleepover.”

Starscream rolls his eyes “Oh spare me, I was bored and I didn’t want to have my dear trinemate-”

“Oh spare us, Screamer.” Thundercracker wrap one of his arm around Starscream’s now stiffened shoulders. “Plus, we got engex. It’s going to be fun.”

TC looks at you at his last word. It sent a shiver down your spine.

“Come on! Let’s sit!”

“On the couch?”

“I’m not sitting on that thing.” He crosses his arms defensively. “It’s a human couch, it’s too small anyway, are you dumb?” Also, why in the whole hangar (aka his house) does he have a human couch?

….

“We can still mass-shift.”

Now you’re confused. Mass what? You look at Starscream who pushes Thundercracker’s arm off of him with a sharp breath, showing his dentas. NO. You look away quickly. Not AGAIN.

“With her watching?”

“Seriously? You already transformed into a jet with her watching.”

“THAT’S NOT THE SAME THING!” He raises his finger angrily, his wings flaring. Thundercracker didn’t flinched, used to that high-pitched voice. But you weren’t.

“I-I’ll be waiting outside!” You were quickly out of their view. A silence.

Thundercracker raise a ‘brow’ at Starscream. “Better now?”

“Hmph.”

After a few seconds, maybe 9, you hear Thundercracker calling. You hesitantly get back inside and HOLY FUCK-

Your jaw dropped to the floor.

Starscream and Thundercracker were much smaller- still taller than a very tall human. But compared to their gigantic sizes? Yeah, they were much smaller (like that 💕).

“Umm…I…How-…how…”

“Woah you’re still small.” He laughed before sitting on the far end of the couch.

“Can we watch the movie now, oh dear lord Starscream?”

Starscream looked intensely at you before grumbling and sitting on the couch. You awkwardly takes your backpack off you and sit beside Starscream. Yeah, there’s almost no space between you. Starscream crosses his legs, but you could feel his stiffness.

Thundercracker notices his stiffness and put a servo on his shoulder, lightly. Starscream doesn’t look at him but ever slightly eased up. Faintly. He smiles and put on a movie

“That movie is the best of this century!” He grabs a can of engex, opening it and looking expectantly at you both. “Or- at least top 5, or top 3?” Aaand- he started yapping.

You open a bag of chips and start eating, looking back and forth between Thundercracker, Starscream and the screen.

“You’re making my audials bleed. While you be quiet? While we watch your movie?”

TC’s smile fades into a sullen face as he leans back in his seat, crossing his arms like Starscream. The latter seemed satisfied. You held back a laugh, hiding it by eating your chips. Then with a derisive tone-

“Got an habit eating in the dark, wingless rat?”

You freeze, your mouth barely open. You hear a strangled sound. Thundercracker, obviously.

“A-and you?! Drinking in the dark!!” You look up at Starscream. And- damn. He was more beautiful up close. Not like you didn’t saw his gigantic face up close before. But he was your size and you were able to see his whole body without much effort.

Starscream smirk, knowing that you didn’t have much comebacks. You mumble some thing before eating again.

Looking at you out of the corner of his optics, Starscream couldn’t help but look attentively at the way your small lips moved, how you would swallow your small ‘chips’, as you call it. His spark was feeling light yet electric. His servos wanted to grab your jaw, to pull you closer and learn how the lips of an organic taste like. How your lips taste like. His optics narrowed at the thought, their red light warmer. But then he snaps out of it, catching himself. What was that? He couldn’t possibly yearn for your touch. No. He hates being touched. He can touch the others but he CAN’T stand the thought of…ESPECIALLY NOT WITH YOU. He wanted to get up, but how would he look like? No, he can be a good poker-face when needed.

Meanwhile, Thundercracker’s spark twitch. He glances at Starscream and narrows his optics…

“You do?” Chapter 3: A trinemate

First Fanfic & English ain’t my first language _(:3」z)_

“Woah.” That’s the first thing Thundercracker said after you barged in, interrupting him watching his Tv show, Nurse Whitney, in panic. You told him everything, speaking nearly as fast as Blurr. Your voice was shaky yet did not stutter, because everything was so CLEAR. So FRESH. And that is exactly what made you feel WORSE.

“HE SAW IT! OR HE DIDNT??! He just said that I ‘didn’t listened closely’. WHAT THE FUCK?! And why would he leaves after THAT?!”

You sit on the couch but it felt even more suffocating so you just jumped back up right after that.

“Hold on, girl. You’re hella panicky.”

“HOW WOULDN’T I BE?!” You snapped, not angrily but in distress.

He raised his servos, looking far too calm. But that was appeasing. If he wasn’t panicking about Starscream’s reaction, that means (given the fact that he knows him far more longer than you) that the situation wasn’t dramatic.

“So…you stared at his lip plates?”

You didn’t liked his tone. It wasn’t surprised, it wasn’t really a question. It was highlighting. And you felt self conscious. You felt like some teenage girl talking about her crush to her bff. Except that your bff is a 30 feet tall alien robot. Not some teenagy girl who got crushes like you.

“…” you felt the heat creeping up your cheeks and suddenly wanted to scream (birds of a feather flock together). But he talked before you could.

“Well…that’s rather interesting,” he said, holding his chin with the smile of someone who watched some spicy romance. “And he called you a rat—”

“ARE YOU GOING TO HELP?!?!”

“Well, from what I understand; he caught you looking at his lips, probably pretended he didn’t- or no, maybe he was-”

“Just tell me if you think he knows for my feelings.” You were so worried. What if he knows? What would he think of you?

“You know, if it was for anyone else, I would’ve told you; “go for it! What if he knows anyway?” But this is Starscream. He’s hella racist. He has a god complex. Nearly all Cybertron wants his helm, and he’s a jerk.”

“…he…talked about you.” You suddenly said. Starscream had complained about Thundercracker & Skywarp. But you felt like it was deeper than that.

“Oh.” He paused, then “What did he say again anyway ? That I never listen? That I am more interested in my scripts than in his greatness?”

For some reason, you didn’t like his reaction. It sounded so dismissive compared to the state Starscream was in when he thought no one looked.

“It felt more serious than just that. But yeah…and it felt like he was about to- to snap if I didn’t called him out. I think? It was pretty dark in there, but he vented like a…like someone about to snap. Yeah.” ‘Snap’ was the only fitting word to describe what you saw. But Starscream completely changed when he heard you. He was back to his usual unreachable self, with all his bitch energy that he used as a shell. After years you started to understand how he worked. He was complicated, and you knew that if you ever were to be his partner, your relationship would be difficult. THAT scared you because you had no experience of romantic relationships. You ALMOST had a bf once. That’s all.

“He’s your trinemate! Isn’t that something about as intimate as a conjunx? TC, he really looked upset…”

Thundercracker slowly lowered his optics towards you, and you couldn’t quite read his expression. He was like confused yet thoughtful as if he knew what was going on and at the same time looked like if he tried to understand. And he was trying to think of what to do with that information.

“Listen, I don’t know for sure what Starscream thinks of you. But I have some problems that I think I should fix with him. You know, before he really loses it and crush that wheelchair kid.”

Thundercracker gets up suddenly, which causes Buster to follow him, but he raises his finger

“No, Buster, you stay with [MC]. You both stay here while I go deal with my trinemate.”

With that, he left you and your favorite dog (besides your own if you got one) together. You look at the TV screen. “Well…let’s watch it.” You play it

- “Whitney, it’s Christmas Eve and it’s going to be a long night. We’ve got a pregnant woman here and she’s having a particularly difficult labor.”

- “I’m goin’ in. What’s her name?”

- “Mary.”

Flying through the air, Thundercracker use his sonic boom to reach Starscream. He was high enough to not get any organic (or Cybertronian) killed. Then there he saw it, that red & fiery painting. Recognizable after millions of years. His spark was humming at the proximity of his trinemate.

“Starscream!”

Starscream was flying, mindlessly, trying to think about anything but his trinemates or you. Because you added another ridiculous sentimental problem. But then he heard it, that unmistakable booming yet soft spoken voice. Thundercracker. He slowed down, but still held a pointy disdain in his voice

“What? What are you doing here?”

sigh “Can we talk?”

Starscream didn’t even need to look at him to see those puppy’s eyes, the ones he’d usually kept for Skywarp at the aftermath of their argument. But he only would use them when he was worried.

Worried. Maybe that’s why Starscream decided to comply and not just fly away- NO. No, absolutely not. He doesn’t comply because someone is worrying about him, but because he will remind that mech exactly why he, Starscream, is the one in charge.

Landing on some hills, Starscream crosses his arms, glaring idly at his seeker. As if he was waiting, expecting excuses.

Thundercracker frown. And Starscream was right, like always. He had those puppy eyes.

“Starscream.”

“Thundercracker.”

A long pose, before Starscream talks first

“Why are you here? To finally apolo-

“I’m sorry.”

Starscream freezes. What was happening-

“Listen- I’m sorry. And before you start yelling or dismiss my apology with your glitch-aft attitude,”

HIS WHAT?! HOW DARES HE-

“just hear me out. Please.”

Thundercracker look at Starscream, seek at his optics. Starscream look aside and sigh, making a gesture with one of his servos, still arms crossed. A disinterested gesture, when in fact it was all the opposite. And with that…

“I know what you’re thinking. You think that I’m more interested in writing my scripts, that I’d rather be spending time with my dog than with you. That I just threw away my old life of a seeker and everything with it. Our bond -sacred bond- with it.”

He stepped closer, and Starscream was ready to step back.

“But I changed! Obviously. What- what I mean is that I like my life. I love it! Those millions of years of killing, destroying…it’s simply not possible to keep. I know you’re not asking me to destroy or to kill! That being a seeker is not just that. And you saved my life a bunch of times. Defended me when our old leader doubted me because I was…not ruthless enough. But as I said, I’ve changed. But I did not threw away my nature; being a seeker. And I didn’t, and would never dare, throw away the most precious thing I have; our Trinemate bond.”

He touch Starscream’s shoulder. And Starscream’s face was completely different. Uncomfortable, embarrassed and lost in his reaction. Should he run away? Fly away at the intimate closeness of his…of his trinemate?

Thundercracker pull him into a hug, the kind of hug that melts away your tension. And Starscream is almost getting lost in the feeling before suddenly pulling away. Thundercracker expected that.

“Sheesh! Fine, your excuses are accepted.”

“Starscream- I wasn’t finish. I wanted to invite you. Spending more time with you. Like we did. You know…some things shouldn’t have to change completely.”

Thundercracker was doubling down on it. And that was getting Starscream. Why was their bond so precious? Because, out of all the people who would want to kill him, Skywarp and Thundercracker were always the ones who would be by his side. That’s what it is to be trinemates.

“Oh really? Well I guess…but stop making those puppy eyes. That’s…uncanny.”

“What- what puppy eyes?!”

“Be more self conscious. Hmph…if only Skywarp was as smart as you when it comes to fix things.”

“…yeah.”

Buster was asleep on your lap. But you? You couldn’t! What was happening out there? Were Thunder and Star fighting? You couldn’t get this image out of your head, oh please-

“I’m home!”

Buster immediately jump off of the couch as if she didn’t sleep for the past 3 hours. You get up too.

“What were you doing?”

“Fixed some things with my trinemate of course,” he said, petting his dog preciously in a crouch position.

“And so?? Was it-”

“Everything was fine. Also, would you like to come Saturday’s night? For a sleepover.” He ask, not looking at you and still petting Buster.

You pause. You were relieved that he managed to fix things with Starscream. Though you were surprised at how…efficient it had been. Did he rubbed his ego? Or is it some trinemate’s secret? “Yeah, I got nothing to do.”

“Great! We’re going to have fun us four!”

…Four? Wait, there’s you, Buster, him…

“Four?”

Thundercracker look at you over his shoulder with a big smile

“Yeah! Starscream will be there.”

“You do?” Chapter 2: Ridiculous!!!

First fanfic & English isn’t my first language _(:3」z)_

Starscream was never a big fan of Earth. The mud, the way he would caught his pedes in the roots of a stupid tree! Or nearly crushing a poor civilian. One time he nearly stomped on a kid in a wheelchair (by accident, naturally). He earned a monologue from Bumblebee telling him how dangerous his inattentive behavior was, blah blah blah. How annoying that yellow little ground-kisser is sometimes! Humans are also annoying.

Let’s not even talk about Spike. By the way, didn’t anyone told him what his name means to Cybertronians? Oh, how he would love to see his smart-aft mouth running out of comebacks. And those human friends of his were as stupid as him, as atrociously arrogant! He could just seize them and squish their life out of their bodies— but Starscream doesn’t want to stain his precious servos for them. Overall, he hated Earth’s lack of cleanliness, along with its inhabitants. Although, he loved the landscapes. Aerial landscapes. Almost as beautiful as Cybertron. He started to understand Thundercracker. He also appreciated something else, or rather, someone.

You.

At first, he wasn’t really fond of you. But you were a good listener. When he was bored and trapped with you, when there was only that little wingless bug to talk to, he would go for hours without being interrupted, or told that he was too prickly, too exigeant. You would just listen. Really listen. You didn’t zone out, you didn’t fall into recharge. No. You listened. And sometimes you would talk too (but that part is less important).

He’s known you for years now. Some years are not so long for someone like him who has lived millions of years (without getting assassinated for being the biggest glitch). But it was surprisingly enough for him to qualify your presence as what might be close to agreeable.

Until one day…

He was irritated. Thundercracker was writing stupid scripts and it felt like he preferred being with his stupid primitive four legged animal than listening ONE SECOND to his trinemate COMMANDER. And Skywarp was Primus knows where!! Starscream stomped through the base, bumping into Bumble-aft, nearly crushing some fleshies on his way. And finally, he get inside an isolated room. He just wanted to scream. Since when his trinemates were so distant? Having a Trinemate is as precious as having a conjunx.

HE DON’T NEED THEM ANYWAY!!! He doesn’t crave for their attention. He never needed them. Stupid. Stupid. STUPID-

“Star?”

Star? Who would dare call him that? To who belong that small, irritatingly hesitant voice? Turning around to the railing at his eye level, here you are. Eyes wide with some organic food aliment raised stopped to your mouth. Certainly because he bursted in the room without warning. Venting like a psycho maniac.

“What are you doing here eating in the dark like a rat?”

Ouch. You feel the heat creeping up your cheeks. He was right. You were sitting there in a dark isolated room eating in your corner. Like an antisocial.

“Well, I- uh…it’s a human thing!” What a lie.

Watching attentively with his optics narrowing as you stuttered…he felt something stirs in his spark. He wanted to punch someone hard in the face but he also suddenly wanted to grab your soft human body.

“Human thing? Don’t take me for a fool, mini-girl.”

“And why are you here?”

He stop at that. Maybe he could share with you how he is tired to be walking (and flying) among fools. Well, if you were so prone to listen to him-

Hearing you yip as he seizes you, causing you to let go of your food, it was an ‘adorable’ view. NOT THAT YOU WERE CUTE! Anyway…he sat down and held you in his palm, enjoying the feeling of your small body in his gigantic servo. Clearing his throat, he enthusiastically (without showing it too much) ranted about how painful it was for someone as worthy as him to be treated with such disrespect. He was fidgety, but to not accidentally crush you, he only moved his free servo.

You once again feel like in a movie, his voice fading into background like a lullaby lulling your mind. Your eyes would glance at his lip plates but would quickly snap back to his optics. Yeah, you didn’t want him to sees you looking at his lips. You didn’t want to be THAT obvious. But he didn’t looked that much in your way. So you allowed yourself to admire a little more longer those giant lips moving as he was idly moving his free servo around. Then they stopped moving. You freeze as you slowly looked back up to his face. He was looking at you dead in the eyes.

A few moments ago, he was rambling. Thundercracker was acting like a stupid kid! Writing scripts, not treating Starscream as his commander! He checked his nails, getting lost in all his complaints. But when he looked at you, you were…looking at him. But not at his eyes. His optics widened as he realized that you were looking at his lips. His processor froze. Then you looked back at him, and he could see your panic. No- that’s ridiculous. Maybe you were just fascinated by his ‘exotic’ appearance? But you never did that before. So why now?

“I-I’m sorry!! Zoned out! I-I was thinking about what you- um…sorry…” your face was turning red. What was he thinking? You wanted to bury yourself, to warp away like Skywarp.

.

.

.

“You weren’t listening closely.”

What? That’s it? Just that? He literally caught you looking at his lips!! Or did he? Did he really noticed you doing so? Or was he just trying to not talk about that? Making it about himself, masking it with offense? You can’t react further more because someone open the door. You both look down. A human colleague. The janitor.

“Uh…am I interrupting something?”

“No! No- we were just talki-“ you nearly loose balance as Starscream suddenly raised to his pedes, with you still in his servo. He makes you slide down on where he picked you up.

“Yes, you’re interrupting us.” He walked to the man, looming over him with a scowl. “Move, little insect.” His voice was cold and arrogant. The man didn’t have to be asked twice, he stepped out of the way pretty quickly. You scramble to your feet and look at Starscream leaving the room. Oh fuck-

Feeling his processors overheating as he flies through the sky, Starscream groan under his ‘breath’. What is happening to him? Why can’t he think about anything else than you? He shouldn’t be thinking about you! Not that much. Not that way. He shouldn’t be revisioning in loop that exchange where he caught you red-handed. Did you like him? He knows he’s handsome, of course he is! But why you being attracted to him feels so…overwhelming? No, maybe you were simply admiring his beautiful frame. But he shouldn’t be the one worked up like that!! Starscream shouldn’t be thinking about how your organic body felt in his servo, how it was different from holding anyone else, how when he would hold you he’d feel the need of an intimate touch. Shouldn’t be thinking about what his spark was going through. No, he should not!

That’s ridiculous.

“You do?” Chapter 1: Realization

First fanfic, hihi. English isn’t my first language _(:3」z)_

You can’t explain. YOU JUST DON’T KNOW WHY, out of ALL of the Cybertronians who exist, you had to fall for Starscream. REALLY, that dude got a god complex- welp, ‘almost’ all of them have a god complex. It’s as if the Greek Gods got reincarnated into alien robots. Giant aliens robots.

When you’ve first met him, it was like a slow motion. You thought that stuff happened only in movies, that it was exaggerated. But NO. It was not just a movie thing! Those red and yellow optics who warmed your eyes like a sunset, his magnificent lip plates who strangely morphed into a…scowl??

“Out of my way. Fleshy.”

Your heart skipped a beat. Your fantasy bubble burst.

“Not what I’m called, bud” sighed Spike. The relief you felt when you realized he wasn’t talking to YOU was one of the biggest relief you’ve ever had.

Spike was your friend. Also him who introduced you to the Autobots, thanks to whom you’ve made more friends than in your entire lifetime.

You also noted that this red bot looked awfully like another friend of yours: Thundercracker. But less…bulky.

“It would be ‘Lord Starscream’ for you.” He snarled, yet his lip plates held a smile, a vicious one. He turned his optics towards YOU, looking at your eyes widening. “And who might you be? The janitor?”

“Her name is [MC]. She’s a friend. An ally.” Declared Spike with a firm defensiveness.

It has been quite a few years since you met Starscream. But one thing led to another caused you to interact with him daily. And surprisingly enough, you ended up in some sort of friendship. Kind off. And furthermore, you woke up one day and-

“Oh dang... I’m in love with Starscream.”

You were definitely fucked up. TOTALLY. First off, it’s RIDICULOUS! If even a regular Cybertronian would rather NOT have an organic girlfriend, or as they call it, a ‘conjunx endura’, then what about him?! It’s been years. You know it’s already a LUCK that he likes you, a fleshy. You’re so desperate, you don’t know what to do with these feelings, seriously! There’s only one person who could possibly help you…and ‘possibly’ is a strong word.

“WHAT?!”

You wince and cover your ears. No shit his name is Thundercracker.

“I KNOW!!! I knooow…” you fake sobbed and let your face slump against the armrest of the couch you’re BOTH SOMEHOW sitting on. You hear him take a deep breath through his vents.

“Starscream? My trinemate Starscream? Him? Out of all the- OUT OF ALL OF THEM??” His voice was somewhat calmer but he was still bewildered. No surprises, who wouldn’t be? Starscream is a walking red flag! He’s a backstabber, manipulator, arrogant bitch with an ego so big he would make any narcissists run away.

You’re starting to regret telling him that. You turn red, feeling embarrassed. “DON’T JUDGE ME! It’s not my fault!” Whose fault is it? Your heart? Well that’s YOUR heart. “I don’t know what to do with that!”

Buster woofed at you, and you pet her as a distraction.

“Well, uh…did you talk about that with anyone else?”

“No! No…you’re the only one…” you could guess he was flattered. Well, if he can infodump you with all his stories ideas, you can use him as a psy. Plus, Starscream is his trinemate! He knows him a lot more than you.

And so, what was supposed to be a simple sleepover turned into a long conversation. He asked you a bunch of questions (why did you have the feeling he’d use your heart story later in one of his scripts? You hope he doesn’t).

First of all, when did you realize you loved him? Why? Are you sure it’s not just some xenophilia fantasy (that one actually offended you).

But what exactly do you love about him? Well…actually…a lot. His optics for starters. His mannerisms, the way he’s so smug but is so prickly. So easily offended. Like a little princess… That’s adorable.

“Adorable?”

“I-I MEAN-”

Ugh.

You had a feeling it was beyond all of that. He was like your law of gravity. Pulling your heart, your mind. Your soul. You’d think at first that it was exaggerated, but more you thought about it and more it was how you felt.

“You think I’ve got a chance?”

“…huh. I actually never saw him being the slightest interested in a conjunx. Especially not a…human.”

Right. It was a dumb question.

You know, I saw the artist Cheesy on Insta doing creepy art works on Transformers decepticons, and among them there was Starscream. And it actually got me thinking; what if the 3 seekers were genuinely terrifying ?

I want to imagine them being a threat/scaring the hell out of other Cybertronians. They’re not just seekers, but THE SEEKERS. The upper class. THE BIG THREE!!! They have capacity no one else has; faster, more cunning! Skywarp able to teleport, Thundercracker with his sonic boom and Starscream with his extreme speed and his viciousness.

It would be interesting! I mean, instead of having Starscream getting kicked and pushed around by Megatron, it would be more like Starscream kept around because Megatron don't want to deal with a Starscream out there with his two trinemates ready to jump him. He'd rather have them serving under his command, even though Starscream will try to take him down regardless. Seriously, a version of Starscream that would remind you WHY he's second in command. A Starscream with a level of viciousness TERRIFYING.

Next you have Skywarp with his warping abilities, add it with his impulsiveness you CANNOT predict his next move! A scary vibe like Jinx from Arcane. I visualize him like that. Mix it up with his version of Skybound and you'll reach that peak. I want Autobots having a rough time with him. We have to make out something from that power, to 'expand the scope' (is it how you say it?). Pricklythepear on Tumblr got an interesting idea that I just LOVE; autobots having to plan around his teleportation. THAT'S GENIUS, BUDDY. I can't keep it out of my mind.

And then you got Thundercracker. Actually, I'm having a hard time visualizing him as scary, so if you guys can share your vision on what would make him scary, DO IT. For this one I had something similar to what Pricklythepear had in mind; playing on the fact that he can be intimidating. And another idea Pricklythepear had (yes, they're my source of inspiration for this one, big love) is that « Thundercracker didn't just get his name from his outlier/sigma ability, but also cause his battle cry is like roaring thunder to his enemies » (their words). OMG ISN'T THEIR IDEA SO GOOD ?! Plus, something I always got in mind was how massive he is (okay, not like Overlord but still). He could crush opponents so easily. Also, I’d want him to care more about what looks honorable than what is more good, more kind (and that’s why he’d be the less cruel out of the 3). That idea of him caring more about appearance was brought up by https://x.com/tcskwp_?s=21. I am completely in love with their interpretation of his personality.

Look this out too!