Moral Compass

First and foremost: RULES

Yes, it is a google doc. Yes, I am old. No, I do not have the energy to make some pretty carrd. Read them anyway, please.

Secondly: Universe

AU UNIVERSE: MAIN

Dreadwing did, in fact, defect from the Decepticons, though not publicly, and handed the Forge of Solus Prime over to the Autobots. Immediately after, he went to address the issue of Starscream having blasphemed his twin’s spark and death by killing him in return. Alas, Megatron had other ideas. Sword raised, Dreadwing heard the ominous thrum of the cannon winding up and ducked to the side, losing a wing and most of one shoulder to the blast rather than suffering a direct hit to the back.

Faced with execution or submission, the once Second-In-Command chose the latter and accepted Megatron’s admonishments and threats as to what would occur should he disobey his orders again. Starscream was off-limits… for now.

But, endlessly honorable and with a moral code he couldn’t ignore, Dreadwing could no longer support a leader who supported such flagrant heresy. As soon as he was repaired and able, the Seeker disappeared and did not return. As far as either side can tell, he declined to participate in any further conflicts, despite Optimus more than once offering him a place among the Autobots.

Since then, Dreadwing has been roaming the multiverse in his ship, Sky Claw Mark II, endlessly searching for a way into the Shadowzone, as well as some way, surely that exists somewhere, to fix what happened to Skyquake, so that he may return his spark to peaceful rest.

Note: Because Dreadwing crosses multiversal lines, he can interact with just about anyone with minimum planning. Crossovers are accepted but limited.

If you have been here from the old blog, the last event has been retconned. I need to be more mindful about what I write and ensure I am in the mindset to write extreme despair and depression. As I am struggling with a sense of home and purpose, Dreadwing still has his, and I can take comfort in that fact.

Thirdly, and last:

I am a long term member of this community. I have been here longer than many of you have been alive. I had been a TF fan for a decade before tumblr even launched its first day.

Having said that, I am not infallible, and I am not without fault or flaw. I am human. I am staunchly anti-anon-hate. Yet I am guilty of having committed it. Last year, my feelings were hurt, and I reacted very poorly. I can do nothing about it now, but I made my bed and I am sleeping in it. That was about 6 months ago. (There are others previously I have feuded with for varying reasons and to them I am also sorry.)

So, going forward, if you do not follow me or have not sent me messages indicating otherwise, I will safely assume you do not want to write with me and not bother you. That is absolutely fine. I have no problem with that and I respect it. Like I said, I did what I did, and I have to live with it. Alternatively, you can block me entirely and I will respect that, too.

If you ARE interested in writing with me, please be patient and kind. I am not here to fight. I am so tired of fighting. I am easing back into writing at my own pace, so there may be days I do not have any activity at all. If I feel like I am having an off or bad day, I will stay off of tumblr entirely. My posts will be short, as I am not sure I have much energy for multi-para writing at this time. Life still be lifing and it's a bitch. But I am always up for chatting on discord, so if you want it, contact me.

Send ☁ to Touch My Muse’s Wings

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He had been lost in thought, mind buried in whatever his datapad held. Standing still, no one around, just reading...

The sensors of Dreadwing's wings are incredibly sharp. They have to be. They can read the shape of the air, the curvature of the wind -- the amount of information any given Seeker's wings give them would overwhelm and destroy most non-flying individuals processors, but such things are just ignorable background noise to him. He can feel the absolute tiniest breath of breeze.

Yet he doesn't notice the small form approach on the platform until it touches him.

He jumps. Embarassingly hard.

send “grip” to grip my muse’s jaw in your muse’s hand

He has, of course, already knelt down, both as a sign of very deep respect and to be closer to his dear friend's optic level.

Dreadwing's posture is pliant, moving with Rung's motion rather than against -- another sign of guilt, respect, however one wishes to view it. He is wrong, and the orange mech is right.

"I do," he finally rumbles, only to turn his helm and capture one of the other's hands in his own massive paw. There, in the palm, he places a chaste, loving kiss.

"I am all right. I am... I am more than all right. And please know that it was never my intention to vanish without telling anyone anything. It simply happened."

A soft purr.

:: Yeah? Looking forward to it then. Green is such an under appreciated color. I'll bring an extra bottle.:: Springers glyphs are warm and excited. Grinning around a cygar as he shifts in his chair. :: Send me the current coordinates and I'll swing by asap.::

Dreadwing nods and types on the console, pinging their current coordinates to the other-worldly Wrecker. They're currently parked at the blue Seeker's favorite shuttle yard.

Oh, and Skyquake is staring.

She is large, and she is far too close to the ship for his liking. But, he waits for his twin to get there before he makes a move.

Dreadwing quickly exits the Sky Claw II, hands up.

So many nicknames, and he welcomes all of them.

Well... most. Big Bird and Bluebird don't bother him. Despite him not being a bird, they are otherwise accurate: Big, Blue, and Flies.

Will the Seeker accept?

> @paladinofthepits

He almost doesn't.

Dreadwing pauses for some time, considering, debating, weighing his options. Skyquake is asleep in their shared berth in the other room; exhaustion still plagues him as he continues to recover from his stint as an undead Unicronian zombie.

The blue Seeker could ignore it. He could put that entire torrid lust affair behind him and hope Megatron never manages to find where he is.

But ... What if it does not work? Dreadwing is all-too familiar with the warlord's single-minded obsessions and how powerful they are. Plus, there is that small swirl deep within his own gut, a yearning, a need.

Despite his better judgement, Dreadwing picks up.

"Right."

"Many mechs still wear their badges, same as you and I. You will see Autobots, you will see NAILs."

"I know. You have been beating me about the head and shoulders about this for the last month, brother."

"Hmph. I just do not want you to punch the first Autobot you see out of reflex."

"I won't! ... unless it is deserved."