#tfp dreadwing

DREADWING MERCH

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Airachnid:hey tomorrow lets all hide up in the trees,and when everyone walks under,we’ll spit on their helms!

Dreadwing:I shall begin locating suitable trees.

Starscream:can I spit first?

(Airachnid lifts her police hat off briefly)

Breakdown:yeah but she’s a bum! She eats everything and she’s always late!

Dreadwing:but her spark is good,no? I have a job for you,you shall be my bodyguard!

Breakdown:but—

Dreadwing is a Shoebill stock. You won't convince me otherwise.

There is an interaction between Dreadwing and my vehicon oc (it is a part of fic I am working on now)

Iodine's chassis vibrates for a klik. He does not look up while leaning into the touch. Dreadwing's spark seized and his stupid, stupid voicebox produced clear, full of love, and a completely horrifying row of loud, shooting noises.

TRA TA TA TA.

The SIC immediately lowered his wings, pressing them into his dorsa, and looked away. His field, full of embarrassment, was still hidden, but the way his faceplate heated up and his wings moved it was clear that he did NOT expect himself to sing.

— The police are more active in this sector than I'd expected, — He mumbled, loud enough for everyone in the room to hear.

The medics in the opposite corner of the carriage looked over their shoulders. From the absence of faceplate, the shaking shoulders could not be clearly interpreted like laughter or absolute fear. Nonetheless, they resumed their conversation after a klik of awkward silence.

Meanwhile, he used his inner HUD to text Skyquake:

"Twin, it is an emergency, I accidentally sang for Iodine and he looked really scared, HELP, BROTHER, WHAT DO I DO, he has PTSD and I think I reminded him of something from the mines. SKYQUAKE, BY THE CELESTIAL SPIRES, HOW DO I FIX IT. You said you also did it several times, how do you resolve such situations?"

Iodine's old safety protocols, created by millenia in the world that was not built for him, turned on immediately. He flinches, looking around, his chassis retreating and his EMF shuts off. Then locks his visor on Dreadwing's tense wings. The panic in Iodine's EMF releases its grip. Oh. It's just his beautiful, farcical courted mech, that apparently tried to sing him a serenade.

— Police. Right, right. Of course it is the police. — The vehicon mumbled, smiling. There was no cruelty in his voice, — If it is how the seekers show their affection, I will learn more about it, so I will know next time what to expect.

Dreadwing slowly looked back at Iodine.

— If it is just your thing, then I simply want to hear it again, so I can be prepared for your bursts of affection.

Dreadwing's oral cavity opened. Closed. It opened again. He reset his vocaliser.

— It is... Um... — Iodine did not rush him. The vehicon waited patiently, looking in the seeker's optics with his somehow gentle visor, — Just me and my brother. I intended to say that only I and Skyquake produce this type of sound. Other seekers... "Serenade" too, but it sounds more like chirping or something at least tolerable.

— I find your song tolerable. Very tolerant, indeed.

Dreadwing reset his optics, shaking his head in quiet disbelief.

— Indeed.

Skyquake's response appeared in the corner of Dreadwing's peripheral vision.

"If he did not run away or broke into tears, you are fine. What did he say?"

"He said that it was "very tolerant" and that he would like to hear it again."

"So, when is the conjunx endure ceremony?"

"I will text later, you glitch.”

A pause.

“Thank you, Quaker.”