the-earth-junkie asked you: ::Whatcha doin’ right now?::

the-earth-junkie:

prettypoisonsilversnake:

«Really? A nice, proper Autobot like you, being seen toting around a notorious Decepticon? You’d do that for me?» His tone was teasing. «Or were you thinking more of disguising me as an Autobot?»

«That sounds perfectly lovely~ Although you’ll have to get me caught up on what precise point your timeline is at. We can’t have me chattering about anachronisms to the passersby, can we? Where are Megatron and Ultra Magnus right now?» He could guess from Jazz’s frame what category of universe he was from; and in that category of universes, the easiest way to position himself chronologically was by comparing Megatron’s and Ultra Magnus’s current conditions.

::I’ve done stranger than that. Either way, I doubt it’ll matter much, as long as you’re not wearing a body that screams “hey, I’m Scream and I’m a Decepticon”, we’ll be fine.::

Jazz’s good mood was shattered at Starscream’s question. It hurt a lot more than he cared to admit. ::Megatron is locked away. Ultra Magnus is dead. Died not long after Prowler. Spark just gave up according to our acting Magnus. So, troubles over and no one should even look twice at us. Just a normal couple, doing normal couple things.::

«So Ultra Magnus is dead, but Megatron hasn’t escaped yet… hmm. Strange. Usually it’s the other way around. Did Ultra Magnus expire early, or is it taking Megatron longer than usual to escape?»

«… Why am I asking you? You don’t have any other universes to compare to. So sorry.»

«I expect that detestable Sentinel is in charge, now? So it wouldn’t be particularly wise for me to be seen on Cybertron with any sort of flight-capable frame. Unfortunate. But, I’ll make do with a car mode~»

«If you could find me a frame that could conceivably be worked into transforming into something like this—»

«—I would be very grateful. If I’m going to be a car, I at least want to be a gorgeous one.»

Calling the Mitsuoka Orochi “gorgeous” was a highly dubious claim indeed; but everyone should be used to Starscream’s questionable tastes by now.

the-earth-junkie asked you: ::Whatcha doin’ right now?::

the-earth-junkie:

prettypoisonsilversnake:

«Didn’t what? Know what the beeping was? This frame has—get this—a detachable comm. It’s not built straight into the processor. How inconvenient

«Is that an invitation~? It sounded like an invitation. I haven’t made any plans for high grade or space travel; but if I get to ride around in a gorgeous car like you, I’ll go anywhere you want~»

::You know, if you really want… you could come to Cybertron and I could take you out on some date. We’ve got a lot of, uh, protoforms around here that you could use.::

::We could be all proper and everything for once. Unless you’ve got something better in mind?::

«Really? A nice, proper Autobot like you, being seen toting around a notorious Decepticon? You’d do that for me?» His tone was teasing. «Or were you thinking more of disguising me as an Autobot?»

«That sounds perfectly lovely~ Although you’ll have to get me caught up on what precise point your timeline is at. We can’t have me chattering about anachronisms to the passersby, can we? Where are Megatron and Ultra Magnus right now?» He could guess from Jazz’s frame what category of universe he was from; and in that category of universes, the easiest way to position himself chronologically was by comparing Megatron’s and Ultra Magnus’s current conditions.

the-earth-junkie asked you: ::Whatcha doin’ right now?::

the-earth-junkie:

prettypoisonsilversnake:

«Celebrating the fact that I figured out the source of that infuriating beeping that’s been going on for the past few hours.»

«It was my comm.»

«This is what I get for deciding to go naked a few weeks; I move back into a frame and nothing makes sense anymore.»

«Hello~ I hope you weren’t waiting for an immediate reply. You’re the Jazz that I’m currently dating, right?»

::…. you really didn’t-::

No Jazz, don’t make a joke. Starscream doesn’t know that killing you would make things a little awkward later.

::Naked and not in my backseat. I’m shocked, horrified. But hey, I wasn’t waiting that long, and didn’t expect a reply back so soon. Imagine my surprise.::

::You celebrating with high grade and space travel? Can I come too?::

«Didn’t what? Know what the beeping was? This frame has—get this—a detachable comm. It’s not built straight into the processor. How inconvenient

«Is that an invitation~? It sounded like an invitation. I haven’t made any plans for high grade or space travel; but if I get to ride around in a gorgeous car like you, I’ll go anywhere you want~»

the-earth-junkie asked you: ::Whatcha doin’ right now?::

«Celebrating the fact that I figured out the source of that infuriating beeping that’s been going on for the past few hours.»

«It was my comm.»

«This is what I get for deciding to go naked a few weeks; I move back into a frame and nothing makes sense anymore.»

«Hello~ I hope you weren’t waiting for an immediate reply. You’re the Jazz that I’m currently dating, right?»

covertagent-ravage asked you: “Killed in a Transwarp Explosion… Managed to take Megatron down with me though…”

"Impressive!" Starscream knelt down to offer Ravage a high-five. "My congratulations. If one must go out, that’s an excellent way to do it. Although I confess I’m surprised to hear you wanted to see him go down. Why the change?”

covertagent-ravage asked you: “…Hello Starscream.” A see-through Ravage with glowing blue optics walks towards him.

Hmm. Blue optics means either a faction-switcher or a shattered con.

And see-through means dead.

"Ravage." Starscream smiled broadly. He didn’t see other ghosts often. "Recently deceased? My sympathies. I see you’ve at least had enough time to figure out how to give yourself a visible form. What brings you to my cave?"

we-dinobots-we-smash-you:

NO

Starscream’s married worse.

we-dinobots-we-smash-you:

NO

Starscream’s married worse.

okashido:

so-fucking-broke:

admiralobvious:

Possibly the saddest thing I’ve ever seen

this made me cry

Reblog this. We owe this person at least this much

((And here we have a visual representation of Ghost’s memory.))

okashido:

so-fucking-broke:

admiralobvious:

Possibly the saddest thing I’ve ever seen

this made me cry

Reblog this. We owe this person at least this much

((And here we have a visual representation of Ghost’s memory.))

sensitivedinobot asked you: Swoop would like to come inside, but he doesn’t want to ask or request anything of those inside. So he’s standing outside of your base with his arms crossed over his chest and glaring at the entrance.

sensitivedinobot:

prettypoisonsilversnake:

He did indeed accept it—his fuel levels were fine, but there was no harm in a social drink—and settled down next to Swoop to sip from his own. “‘Nice Stranger’? Is that what you always call me, or are you just being rude?” He rubbed the back of Swoop’s head, just hard enough to be a slight chastisement. “I remember your name, Swoop.”

Swoop actually smiled and ducked down his helm, wings twitching before he scooted closer and weaseled under Starscream’s arm. He nabbed the Seeker’s wrist and pulled down his servo so the arm was wrapped around him.

"Star… scream mean. You-you’re nice." Blue optics blinked owlishly up at Starscream, then he turned his attention back to his cube. "Nice Stranger." He paused thoughtful, "… prefer actual designation?"

"Ah." He grinned. "No, I’m not terribly picky about my name. I am, after all, usually the second Starscream to arrive in any given location. I’m used to being given substitute names.” He tightened his hug around Swoop’s shoulders. “As long as I know you know who i am.”

garbagemechcometh:

prettypoisonsilversnake:

«…»

«You know, I… I can’t help not remembering. To you—for everyone here, apparently—I’ve been missing, what, a few months? To me, I’m not sure how long it was, but it was undoubtedly millions of years. I probably fell through some sort of temporal wormhole, I don’t know.»

«And it’s hard for me to remember things, through all of that. I don’t have a processor when I’m drifting around, and that’s where most memories are stored. I have a hard time remembering my own name

«… So I’m sorry.»

«…»

«Yes, you can come. It’s a mess in here, though. Fair warning.»

//You really don’t need to apologize, I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to make it sound like I was blaming you. I really wasn’t…I j-just wanted to thank you for everything, really…I…um…now that I had a chance to talk to you again.// He clears his vocalizer abruptly, forcing himself to sound much more upbeat as he continues.

//I can come unlock the vault for you shortly. Erm, just gotta fly there! Won’t be too long!//

That said, the little almond sighs, rubbing a servo across his optics before heading out. The flight shouldn’t take too long, at least, then Juxta Mare would just be a host of pleasant and sad memories.

«I just don’t want you to think you don’t matter to me. I’m sure that, at some point, you did.»

That probably didn’t help much, but he tried.

He waited at the base for Reuse’s arrival.

Conquest is made from the ashes of one's enemies.