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My darlings, we are going to be doing some more intense whump/etc stuff on this blog.
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Made some little starscream phone backgrounds to go with the charm I put on my phone! (Last one is for the home screen lol)
Feel free to use for your device of choice, infect it with smallscream- (should I make a TC and SW version? Idk leave it in the tags or smth)
@evidmid i just think he's neat oO
cable management
GO TO THE HELL I DONT WAKE YET AND I DONT SLEEP WELL
harsh words from one of the muppet babies
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…She’s been through nearly all her memorized contacts list. No pings, no hails, no signals.
There’s not much to do. The chain gives her enough slack to sit up, if she wants to, or to get a few steps from the (weirdly soft and padded for a kidnapping stunt) berth platform, but that’s it. She can’t reach any of the walls except the one the head of the berth is against, and other than the door there’s no other entrance or exit.
Just her and the overhead lights and the berth.
And the gag, which she’s mostly chewed through at this point out of sheer boredom.
A few more contacts to try. Just— for the hell of it.
Fuck, maybe if she thinks loudly enough, Soundwave will hear her. Probably won’t do anything about this, the glitch, but at least the idea of bothering the bastard is something.
Getting dumped really puts children's cartoon villains into perspective. Like dude you're SO right, love and caring ARE disgusting and we SHOULD cast a spell to drain all human emotion into your amulet.
Friend breakups are how you get lines like "Your friends? You think your friends are coming to save you? Don't make me laugh."
His golden servo wrapped slowly around the leash, admiring his work on Starscream. He hadn't hooded her yet, no, he wanted to wait. So a hag, cuffs on her wrists that twist her arms up just enough to keep her from moving. There were cuffs on her ankles that gave her just enough slack to walk but not enough to kick.
The collar around her neck was a pretty, gem encrusted thing, and the leash a deep red. Which he yanks to pull her forward, a servo grabbing her chin and tilting her helm up.
"I know its gonna take you some time to understand the rules, but you'll learn." Sunstreakers voice is a soft, almost gentle purr as his thumb rubs against her bottom lip.
It could have been a breem, might have been groons. Starscream’s short term memory playback was a scrambled riot of color and fractured sound from the moment she’d shouldered her way out the back door of that bar into the alleyway to take Tarn’s call, and her long term memory archive wasn’t going to be any help either.
She’d come around at the feeling of someone else’s servos on her, fixing clasped cuffs to her wrists and hobbling her at the ankles. Judging by the weight and positioning, the wrist cuffs connect to the heavy collar she can feel around her throat, causing her elbow joints to frame the polished glass of her cockpit.
She’d immediately sunk her teeth into the gag and had yet to let go of it, even when the leash yanked her stumbling forward.
Of course, it just had to be one half of the Wonder Twins. The freakier one of the pair, too. Starscream makes a faint grunt and tries to jerk her chin out of Sunstreaker’s servo, optics narrowing into irritated slits as she tries a combination of field manipulation and short-rage radio waves to basically blare HEY, WHAT THE FUCK, DIPSHIT? at him.
Her wings clatter, clamped together and folded back out of the way. Asshole!
If she can just manage to stop wobbling on her pedes, she can get the leverage to headbutt him—
Starscream must still be out of it. Must still be insensate, or- or high, or otherwise detached from herself, because a sick lurch overtakes her when she realizes she hadn’t even noticed her protective paneling missing.
“Sthh. Mhh! Sthfff!”
::You haven't come by in a while. I'm worried.::
[ MESSAGE UNRECEIVED. ]
Maybe Jetfire—
…
No, maybe not.
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should we have stuff goin on outside of the iron birdcage sideverse rn or nah. trying to decide
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She’s an important person involved in the reconstruction of Cybertron.
Someone’s going to notice she’s missing.
His golden servo wrapped slowly around the leash, admiring his work on Starscream. He hadn't hooded her yet, no, he wanted to wait. So a hag, cuffs on her wrists that twist her arms up just enough to keep her from moving. There were cuffs on her ankles that gave her just enough slack to walk but not enough to kick.
The collar around her neck was a pretty, gem encrusted thing, and the leash a deep red. Which he yanks to pull her forward, a servo grabbing her chin and tilting her helm up.
"I know its gonna take you some time to understand the rules, but you'll learn." Sunstreakers voice is a soft, almost gentle purr as his thumb rubs against her bottom lip.
It could have been a breem, might have been groons. Starscream’s short term memory playback was a scrambled riot of color and fractured sound from the moment she’d shouldered her way out the back door of that bar into the alleyway to take Tarn’s call, and her long term memory archive wasn’t going to be any help either.
She’d come around at the feeling of someone else’s servos on her, fixing clasped cuffs to her wrists and hobbling her at the ankles. Judging by the weight and positioning, the wrist cuffs connect to the heavy collar she can feel around her throat, causing her elbow joints to frame the polished glass of her cockpit.
She’d immediately sunk her teeth into the gag and had yet to let go of it, even when the leash yanked her stumbling forward.
Of course, it just had to be one half of the Wonder Twins. The freakier one of the pair, too. Starscream makes a faint grunt and tries to jerk her chin out of Sunstreaker’s servo, optics narrowing into irritated slits as she tries a combination of field manipulation and short-rage radio waves to basically blare HEY, WHAT THE FUCK, DIPSHIT? at him.
Her wings clatter, clamped together and folded back out of the way. Asshole!
If she can just manage to stop wobbling on her pedes, she can get the leverage to headbutt him—
The travel back had been easy. Starscream to drugged out to stop them from doing anything, the burn on his leg easily explained as a misfire from Starscream trying to do a trick. Something to laugh it off as they left.
When they go home though they got to work. Sideswipe immedatly went to go finish up the room they set up for Starscream. Big enough for a berth that fits her, and them to move around in it. But not much else, keeping it plane enough snd boring enough to suit there needs.
Sunstreaker grinned down at Starscream, gripping her chin tighter as he pulled taught on the leash.
"You'll be taught to obey," He purred low in his chassis. "Be taught how to obey, and learn to appreciate what we give you." She was so pretty when she was angry, hed have to invest in another gag. That one would last long enough, but seeker denta tended to be sharper than there's.
His servo shifts from her chin to her neck, just above the collar. Slowly starting to squeeze, continuing to speak to her in a low voice. Like he was just talking about the weather.
"The more you behave and obey, the more you'll be given. Not that i expect that to happen anytime soon. No, I know you. I know we'll have time to teach you." Shell look prettier when theyre done with her.
"And when Sideswipe is done with your room we'll give you some time to... adjust."
Obedience was not a natural impulse of Starscream’s, and neither was appreciation. Megatron would be the first to say she was an ungrateful brat, since— for better or worse— he’d been the one to indulge her in her worst impulses and deny her at her best.
Not to say Starscream wasn’t rotten to the core to begin with. She’s always been a scheming, conniving thing, weaseling her way into whatever she wanted.
It had just… become self-interested at some point. No longer survival for her trine, no longer security and work. It became petty grudges, power, and excess.
Even now as Sunstreaker squeezes down on her neck and threatens to cut off blood supply to her primary processor, Starscream narrows her pretty garnet optics and sneers at him. As much as she can around the ball gag, anyway.
Even as her field of view starts to darken and her wrists pull at her restraints, she stares directly at him.
The Lamborghinis have optics bigger than their tanks, and they are going to learn exactly how much they’re going to choke and die on it.
