mighty-megatron sent: Do not think that your random rise in popularity among the troops that would never have been caught dead singing your praises hasn't gone unnoticed, Starscream. What have you done?

starscreamthefirst:

mighty-megatron:

starscreamthefirst:

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What? My Lord, is it really so hard for you to believe that the troops might not despise me as you do? Do you think I would have to do something underhanded to make it possible? What could I even do to change the opinion of so many mechs?

His optics narrow, letting a cold chuckle escape his scarred lips. 

"So you waste it on obtaining a higher opinion of yourself from the soldiers, rather than working to earn it for yourself? I can’t say I’m surprised…" He doesn’t release the slender wrist, eyeing the little gem.

"And what tragedy would befall you should this be removed, or crushed underfoot? Your wish would be null and void?”

Horror showed itself in his optics. His wings hung low, rattling quietly together. “Pl-please don’t do that, my lord. If that gem is destroyed…I will cease to function.” He bowed his helm forward. “For all intents and purposes, that gem is now my spark.”

"You are a fool, Starscream." Megatron tosses the servo away, releasing the seeker. "Wasting your very essence on something so trivial… I would keep that more carefully hidden. Woudn’t want anything to scuff your spark.”

mighty-megatron sent: Do not think that your random rise in popularity among the troops that would never have been caught dead singing your praises hasn't gone unnoticed, Starscream. What have you done?

starscreamthefirst:

mighty-megatron:

starscreamthefirst:

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What? My Lord, is it really so hard for you to believe that the troops might not despise me as you do? Do you think I would have to do something underhanded to make it possible? What could I even do to change the opinion of so many mechs?

Megatron grabs that servo, indicating the trinket.

"There is no such thing as coincidence. Explain why you’re suddenly enamored with human-based jewelry."

It’s…it’s another greyface spell, my lord. I am not permitted to part with it, but it…g-grants wishes, sir. Well…one wish, to be exact.

His optics narrow, letting a cold chuckle escape his scarred lips. 

"So you waste it on obtaining a higher opinion of yourself from the soldiers, rather than working to earn it for yourself? I can’t say I’m surprised…" He doesn’t release the slender wrist, eyeing the little gem.

"And what tragedy would befall you should this be removed, or crushed underfoot? Your wish would be null and void?”

(Bee takes a deep breath.)

the-scrappy-stinger:

(Bee literally stands his ground, getting up to his full height, dripping water and mild chemicals from his seams.) Then what the fuck are you gonna do DIFFERENT? Are you the only one that matters in this whole fuckin’ war?! 

You don’t get to tell me I can’t blindly hate your Optimus and then turn around and do the exact same thing you told me not to do!

He wants to vent smoke. Of course nothing else matters!

"You would have me let Optimus live free with his family without consequence while I must live every day with the choices we’ve made?! He will be made to suffer- !” With an incensed rev of his engines, Megatron winces, vision blurring. His spark tears at itself in his rage, forcing him to lean against the appliance. Forcing him to think about the minibot’s rant rather than fight it.

So many have been caught in the crossfire of our war, what difference does a few more make? He chokes on the words, knowing they would make him a hypocrite. The warlord had barely given any thought to the alternate Cybertron that would be left without rule of any kind. They shouldn’t matter! But the Megatron that had resided there was the one that had been slain, and he didn’t have the means of sustaining and holding two planets.

How many planets had already burned in his relentless pursuit of the Autobots, how many billions of life forms dead in their wake, all to dull the torment in his chest that grew sharper with each clash of their blades?

He wills his ventilation to slow, still clinging to the dispenser. “Blind hate…”

(Bee takes a deep breath.)

the-scrappy-stinger:

mighty-megatron:

His claws dig into the edge of the sink on either side of Bumblebee. As much as he disliked the Autobots, it would be nothing short of irresponsible to imprison those that remained based on faction alone.

"You think I want that to happen again? The war is over. I am inviting bots of all allegiances to rebuild our world. There are too few of us left; none will be imprisoned unless they are directly hostile. The dead outnumber the living by too great a margin to resort to more violence from the start.”

(Bee snaps his head around to give Megatron such an eyebrow.) More violence from the start? One of your big goals is to find your Optimus and chop off his head! What do you think the other Cybertron’s gonna do?

(Bee gesticulates wildly, gaining his energy back into another swing as the words gush forth like a tapped oil well. Now that the living Optimus is less of a target, Bee’s anger starts to redirect to a different point of stress.)

All of this happened because you sliced up a substitute Optimus, and it’s just gonna happen again with the other bots in the other universe! Then that’s TWO Cybertrons, one of which doesn’t even have a Soundwave it can fall back on, much less another Megatron!

It’s just gonna be more violence, more crying, more running, more fragmenting of the Cybertronians as a race and a species! You ‘dont want it to start again’, and you’re gonna keep it from starting again by going to a parallel universe and doing the Exact Same Thing?

Megatron watches Bee’s tirade in silence, optic ridges climbing almost comically high. Somehow, he still managed to look as angry as he was taken aback. His talons leave scratches on the ledge as he curls them into fists, snarling over the little mech.

I will not let Optimus Prime believe he has escaped my wrath!!

(Bee takes a deep breath.)

the-scrappy-stinger:

mighty-megatron:

"What would start again?" It takes a little effort on his part not to sound accusatory.

(He shudders.) All the hurt. 

The crying and the running, everyone being in pain, Unicron gloating… (Bee sighs heavily.) And every Autobot would run. Another Cybertron missing half of its population… and everyone else will cheer and be happy and say we deserve it. (He curls up tight, wrapping his arms around his legs.) Because we’re Autobots. It’s good that we suffer…

His claws dig into the edge of the sink on either side of Bumblebee. As much as he disliked the Autobots, it would be nothing short of irresponsible to imprison those that remained based on faction alone.

"You think I want that to happen again? The war is over. I am inviting bots of all allegiances to rebuild our world. There are too few of us left; none will be imprisoned unless they are directly hostile. The dead outnumber the living by too great a margin to resort to more violence from the start.”

(Bee takes a deep breath.)

the-scrappy-stinger:

mighty-megatron:

The warlord assists, pouring coolant over the minibot’s back. His optics dim in thought. “Concern yourself with the cadet, then. Optimus is my burden.” My mistake, my fault.

He stands there for a moment, letting the coolant wash over his servos. 

"What is it that you wish to do?"

Nothing, I guess… (Bee splashes a little coolant on his face before he continues.) I don’t really have a place for the bots to stay, and Smokescreen’s got a lot of friends and loved ones to look after him, so I’m not worried about him as much. 

(Bee swallows hard, a little bit of preemptive dread rising up from his tanks.) I don’t know where to go to find the Optimus, much less who I’d tell if I did find him. If I don’t do anything, then I don’t do anything, but if I did something, it might start all over again…

"What would start again?" It takes a little effort on his part not to sound accusatory.

(Bee takes a deep breath.)

the-scrappy-stinger:

(Bee dips in his hands and feet, cooling them first, before slinking in once the coolant is deep enough for him to rest in. He automatically scoops up the liquid and pours it over his head and neck until his temperature drops. His optics slowly fade back into their normal color.)

(Even once he’s cool, he still feels a well in his throat. He feels safe enough to speak uncensored now, and he lets his thoughts come out.) … what do I do now? I figured it’d be easy to tell myself I didn’t like the guy; I never knew that Optimus! And that I wouldn’t even have to bother with it, because he’s not my universe or my Optimus…

But Smokescreen is my friend, and I don’t know what to do to help. I can barely even bring the subject up, because I don’t wanna say something dumb and make it worse. All this slag going belly-up and I can’t help with any of it…

The warlord assists, pouring coolant over the minibot’s back. His optics dim in thought. “Concern yourself with the cadet, then. Optimus is my burden.” My mistake, my fault.

He stands there for a moment, letting the coolant wash over his servos. 

"What is it that you wish to do?"

Anonymous sent: You know, when you get embarrassed from your feelings for Soundwave, it makes you look cuter?

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I am not embarrassed. I am simply unaccustomed to such private moments being broadcast to the world.

Anonymous sent: Can we get a shot of you and Megatron together? (Preferably doing something cute!)

xxxsoundwavexxx:

-To his defense, he was taken by surprise-

mighty-megatron sent: Do not think that your random rise in popularity among the troops that would never have been caught dead singing your praises hasn't gone unnoticed, Starscream. What have you done?

starscreamthefirst:

starscreamthefirst:

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What? My Lord, is it really so hard for you to believe that the troops might not despise me as you do? Do you think I would have to do something underhanded to make it possible? What could I even do to change the opinion of so many mechs?

Oh frag frag frag it’s not working why isn’t it working?

Starscream is just going to hover his claws over his faceplate to try and protect himself. Given Megatron’s very close view of the Seeker, he should be able to see the ring now adorning his middle digit, covered in strange runic symbols and a now dull red stone in the center.

Megatron grabs that servo, indicating the trinket.

"There is no such thing as coincidence. Explain why you’re suddenly enamored with human-based jewelry."