CRUELTY PERSONIFIED

@ctchfllngstr.bsky.social

in close.

Starscream purrs in satisfaction as his face is touched with those lovely claws, and he pushed down the hives he feels fester from a ground-mech’s touch.

Isnt he just generous.

“Hiding yourself away, never letting anyone see you…” is his cheeky response, one hand bracing on Tarns chest to lean

Hey, I want to defile you.
A knife tracing your innocent skin.

The flier is quieted as he pulls himself onto a sitting motion on Tarns thighs, suddenly glad the other was such a sturdy mech.

The talon on his chin makes the seeker look up, his own optics meeting the organic-hued gleam of Tarn’s.

“You certainly could’ve fooled me…”

I’M TRYING

…

@ tarn

Starscreams more delicate appearance could be from his flier status—but it may be possible he has a secret fondness for the tank.

“Decide quickly, before the charm of your modesty wears off…” is his playful hiss, watching their interlaced servos with rapt interest.

CYBERTRONIAN PSYCHO.

@ctchfllngstr.bsky.social

My kingdom as great... my kingdom as great... damn, I can never remember that line.

THERE'S NO MAN OR MACHINE THAT CAN STOP ME.

"𝐼 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑔𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝑛𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑑, ℎ𝑖𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝐼 𝑙𝑎𝑦 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑘 . . . 𝐼 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑚𝑦 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒.

"𝑆ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑚𝑒. 𝑆ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑚𝑒. . .𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒."

sorry cant hear you through all those big words and also tarns giant enormous vast huge ginormous cosmic immense massive towering mammoth gargantuan colossal stupendous—

“Nobodies asking the others—it’s just us here.”

And, possibly, Tarns gaggle. But Starscream isnt complaining.

“Besides—kisses can be given with or without receiving lips. Did you want to kiss me?”

whatever, someones jealous my man has two faces and a certain someone has none. >:(

shockwave …

( 💭💭💭 @murdersofmurderers.bsky.social 💭💭💭 )

The seekers lip quirks, a fang flashing in amusement. “I couldn’t care less—I won’t split hairs over something as fickle as a mask.”

Starscreams other clawed hand runs down Tarns chest, fingertips reverent over his golden badge.

“I think its rather patriotic,” he adds quietly.

A catlike grin is clear as Tarn sets this boundary. He doesnt need to nod, the direction is clear.

“Still a nice view,” he hisses eagerly, hand closing around Tarns.

One knee raises, his thruster-heel catching on the side of Tarns seat for leverage.

// and ignore the runon sentence, you onow what i mean….

( sawry @murdersofmurderers.bsky.social <3 )

Sprawling over Tarns lap, wings tucked away… rosy optics wrinkled in a smile peek up at the purple painted mech, one taloned hand reaches up to his perches mask, claws brushing against his chin.

MMY DATAPADS NOT KEEPING UP WITH THE CONVERSATION, MY EQUIPMENT, DESTABILIZED!!!!

I have not envied the bird its freedom, nor have I longed for the ease of nature.

whatever, fine, slag off why dontcha. 🙄