#startscream

insert funny quote

starscream X Jetfire has rotted my mind and made me spend the past few days doodling this.

I practically gave up but it looks… decent?

asked Gemini on Google which is it, Jetfire or Skyfire, hasbro was being stupid and the proper name is Jetfire. AAAAAAAAA

Might draw Dratchet if feeling great, have a test tomorrow. part of the Fly Away drawing series? (If I do do more of that??? Idk)

Couldn’t think of any other star 🌟 for this inktober day :3

[A/n: this was something I said I would write for @juvenilecrocs awhile ago. Sorry this took so long and I hope it was worth the wait]

“What do you think of this color?” Shimmering silver fabric was being draped over her shoulders. It was lovely, how the light danced off the material made it look as if it was embroidered with little stars. If this was any other situation she would be rather enamored with the idea of wearing something made out of it.

A frown pulled at her lips and she heard Megatronus let out a hum. Adeline watched as the cloth was pulled from her shoulders. It felt like water sliding across her skin as it pooled on the floor.

“Or maybe this one?” Light pink was filling her vision. “This one does make your eyes look lovely.” She grabbed at the material, it was soft under her finger tips. Bunching it in her fist she moved it out of her face.

Regret swirled heavily in her gut as Megatronus was closer than she had anticipated. Even with the hazy sunlight filtering in his eyes seemed to hold a light of their own. They cast the faintest crimson glow along the bridge of his nose and cheeks. It was eerie and the way he was looking at her made her throat go dry. 

“Is everything alright Mea Carmina?” His hand reached out and Adeline had to swallow back the urge to flinch as he cupped her face. Apprehension swirled in her stomach as his thumb traced alone the apple of her cheek. The smooth texture of his skin glided softly along hers.

“Yes, everything is alright.” her lip twitched, she tried to make it look like a smile. “Though isn’t it bad luck to see the bride before the wedding?” She needed a second to breathe, to come to terms. She needed him away from her even for just a moment. Something flickered across his face, maybe it was annoyance or the beginning of blooming scales, she wasn’t sure because it was gone as quickly as it had come.

“Adeline we are already bound to each other.” He grabbed her left hand. The skin that surrounded the ring still ached as he pressed against it. “This wedding is nothing more than a whim. There is no need for any of these little formalities.” His tone was firm as he placed a kiss on her hand. 

Trying to keep her disappointment off her face she gave a small nod. 

“Now~” Deep purple cloth is being stretched along her chest. “What do you think of this one?”

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Adeline had assumed with the way Megatronous spoke about their wedding and how trivial it seemed to him that it would be a small affair. Something over far too quickly and then she would be cornered. Her desperate idea for more time would melt away like cotton candy in water. She had dreaded it. Felt anxiety pool in her stomach as she was wrapped in stars. It simmered and popped as soft brushes ran across her face. She choked and gagged on it as fingers ran through her hair, twisting and turning the strands until they fell how he wanted.

She truly believed than when she stood in front of a huge ornate door that it was over. What other excuses could she come up with? He only did this to humor her. She had already said she belonged to him, and had given him ownership over her in exchange for the safety of her friends. There was no taking that back. That’s not how the Fae worked. 

Words were ever binding to them.

“Are you ready?” her shoulders stiffened as the gravely tones of her husband slithered along her ears. She was most certainly not ready, she would never ever EVER be ready. But that didn’t matter, she made her choice and still wasn’t sure if she regretted it. 

“Yes.” Adeline’s voice came out strainied, Megatronus either didn’t notice or did not care. He secured her arm in his and with a wave of his hand the door opened. 

Adeline had assumed that this frivolous ceremony was going to be small.

Adeline had been wrong.

With wide eyes she took in the rays of sunlight that seemed to come more from a painting than the actual sun. Soft music played and the scent of thousands of flowers suffocated the air.

 And hundreds of crimson eyes turned to look at them. 

Whatever Adeline had felt before paled in comparison to the gazes that honed in on her. Sharp and unrelenting they followed as she was walked down the aisle. Murmurs rumbled through the air. She couldn’t make anything out for anyone who got louder was silenced by a simple look for the Fae on her arm. He had told her he was the ruler of this realm but it did not fully sink in until this moment.

She was never getting away. She would never be able to leave. Everyone in this room would drag her back straight to him. Not that she believed she could make it to the door to begin with but if she did she would never make it out. 

Oh god she was truly, genuinely, horribly cornered. Stuck forever in a prison she walked into. 

Adeline’s eyes began to sting, tears desperately wanted to fall. She could feel heat beginning to build in her throat and cheeks. The bloated sensation of trying not to cry made her feel like she was going to collapse. With every step closer to the center the weaker her legs got. It forced her to lean heavily on Megatronus. Though that felt like it was only making it worse. The firm grip he had on her was no more comforting than a lion staring down a wounded gazelle.

Eyes bore into her, could feel the stares burning along her skin. It felt like they were waiting for something. For what she did not know. It was either for them to get to the altar which was ungodly close while also being terrifyingly far away or maybe they wanted her falter. To trip and prey upon her when she fell. With that thought her gaze didn’t dare stray. 

Though she didn’t know if the stone carved altar was any better to look at. It looked uncomfortably similar to the first one she had seen. But it felt more alive somehow? As if life flowed beneath the smooth rock. The closer they got the more something felt off. Water shimmered and rippled over the surface, the hues shifting from blue to gold. If she stepped into that water she was sure something was going to change. 

Her mind screamed that she wasn’t being told something. She had already given him everything! What more could happen? She thought that this entire celebration was just something he did to humor her. Was there more?

And as a real, vicious, throat tearing scream built ready to shatter her reality something else beat her to it.

SLAM

“Oh what a beautiful ceremony you have here.” Heads snapped towards the entrance. And standing before broken doors was a lean, sharp faced man. Everyone watched as he sauntered up the aisle. He moved like a cat that caught the canary. A sleek uneven smile spread across his face. 

“A ceremony that I was SO rudely not invited to!” It came out as a scoff. 

“A ceremony that I had to invite MYSELF to!” A sound akin to thunder rolled from Megatronus. 

The true message of the holiday season?