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monologue1812:

Somewhere Over the Rainbow by *edgard82 on deviantART en We Heart It - http://weheartit.com/entry/19999683

Tour Guide

Thundercracker still didn’t know his way around, of course. The map he’d been given only led him to the captain’s quarters, and there was a lot of ship. So, the easiest thing for him to do was to bridge to the one place he did have clearance, and ping Red Alert from there.

Whenver Red Alert shows up, he’ll find an obnoxiously bright seeker leaning against a wall in the science department, datapad in hand. He’d transferred the rules to a more manageable location.

Oil Baths and Mech Talks

rodimusstars:

maverickofmayhem:

"Really? How come? I trust ya, an’ I’m a ‘Con." True, he was a weirdly affectionate Decepticon that didn’t think anything of meeting up with an Autobot CO but. 

Huh. Thundercracker’s wings wiggle a little as he does as asked, dipping them into the oil. He doesn’t bother resisting the urge to press them into Rodimus’ hands as soon as their fields are matched. “Hey, you ain’t overheatin’ are ya?”

"Because I flirted a little to hard. Crawled into his lap one too many times with in ear shot of Red Alert. Then I kinda tried to set them up and Magnus goes all noble on me because Red Alert is threatened by my presence." He growled lightly maybe this annoyed him more than he wanted to admit. Magnus had been his last piece of support now he just… Bleh what is he even thinking about this for?

The young Captain blinked at wings entering his grip at first then he grinned. “Oho. Such impatience TC. Me too.” He purred as he set to working the jet’s wings rubbing the flats of his panels with a slight electrical current in his tips of his digits. 

Applied mild force he tilted his helm in confusion, “Over heating? No. I am always this hot.~” he grinned wickedly.

"Oh. Yeah, that’d do it, I think. Though I don’t really understand, if Red didn’t like you flirtin’ with Magnus, but Magnus don’t wanna be hooked up with Red, what does Red want?" A sigh as he settled deeper into the oil. "You apologize yet?"

A little chuckle. “Feels nice. An’ it’s been a while since I got really pampered like this.” His wings will press a little harder into the touches, shuddering in pleasure. 

"…huh. That’s cool." As long as Rodimus wasn’t overheating it was a cool thing.

monumentalmistakes:

maverickofmayhem:

monumentalmistakes:

«… Sure. I’ll meet you in the hangar?» Where they had most of their heavy-duty repainting supplies.

::Rodger that!:: He’ll immediately scoot down to the hangar, fingers tapping together a little nervously when he sees Starscream.

"Yo, mech. You, uh… not mad at me, are ya?"

He’s sitting on a half-disassembled shuttle, trying to fiddle with some airbrush equipment that he’s not actually sure is still in operable condition. He looks up at Thundercracker, surprised at the question. “Mad? No. Why?”

… He supposed he had been a little brusque, though, hadn’t he? He looked back down at the equipment. “I… don’t particularly relish the thought of not having you on the Nemesis for a while—especially after all the close calls we’ve had lately—but…” Shrug. “It’s your right.”

He attempted to spray the airbrush equipment. It sprayed backwards. Annnd now his face is green. “… Pfffbt.” He groped around until he found a rag and started scrubbing paint off his optics. “All right. This one works.”

Thundercracker’s wings raise then lower as he drops his arms, his usual grin taking over his face. He’d been worried that Starscream would be upset, thinking he was trying run back to his own universe and another Starscream there. He was very, very glad to be mistaken.

"I’m… not too crazy about goin, t’ tell th’ truth. But it’s somethin’ I don’t wanna skip out on. Got mechs I gotta look after for a while, an’ you know it’s bad when I’m playin’ guardian.”

"Pfft-" He’ll try to stifle a laugh, stepping across the hangar to join his boyfriend. "C’mon, let me." Taking the rag, he’ll carefully wipe the green paint (mostly) away. "Green ain’t your color, mech."

totally-an-autobot-clone:

maverickofmayhem:

totally-an-autobot-clone:


When Thundercracker arrives, he’ll find a certain red medic—not looking as red or as medic-y as usual.  In fact, what he actually will find is a certain blue bruiser with one arm dangling off the berth and a datapad fallen to the floor.

Thaaaat’s not Knock Out. Thundercracker’s wings will shift curiously as he approaches the downed mech. One hand reaches out to- lightly- shake the other.

"Breaks?"

"hwusbomsh," the bruiser mumbles eloquently.  His remaining orange optic opens. “‘under whasss you doin herrree."

"I’m here t’ check on Knock Out, Breaks." A half grin, as he rested his hand on the other’s shoulder. "What’re you doin’ here?"

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monumentalmistakes:

«… Sure. I’ll meet you in the hangar?» Where they had most of their heavy-duty repainting supplies.

::Rodger that!:: He’ll immediately scoot down to the hangar, fingers tapping together a little nervously when he sees Starscream.

"Yo, mech. You, uh… not mad at me, are ya?"

monumentalmistakes:

maverickofmayhem:

monumentalmistakes:

maverickofmayhem:

Fraggit. He didn’t have much time to prep.

::Yo! Beautiful mechs of th’ multiverse! I need a repaint, ASAP!::

«What in the universe do you need a repaint for?»

::I’m-:: Well, there’s no easy way to bring this up.

::I’m goin’ on a mission t’ another universe. One like mine. Mostly t’ keep an optic on some mechs, but also t’ maybe learn a bit more bout embers an’ how we work.::

::I need a repaint ‘cos I ain’t exactly a stealth.::

«… Oh?» Well. More knowledge about embers did seem like a good idea.

And if he was going to a universe like his own… He probably meant that universe with that other Starscream that had visited once.

«… Hm. Keep me updated and come home soon.»

He wasn’t going to begrudge TC a chance to visit somebody closer to his own true Starscream—but he didn’t want to know the details.

::I will.:: A small chirp. ::Help me repaint before I go?::

He wasn’t going to worry Starscream with the details. His boyfriend really didn’t need to know about the zombies, or Blurr, or whatever else was out there. But he might want a little bit more time with Screamy anyway.

::Hey, mech. What's up?::
+ maverickofmayhem

badspeeder:

maverickofmayhem:

badspeeder:

x-; A little busy. What do you want? ;-x

::I can, but I wanted t’ verify ‘em.:: A small chuckle.

::Don’t worry, I ain’t gonna get in your way. I don’t think we’re gonna be pickin’ any fights with th’ ‘Cons, so there’s not much for me t’ object to.::

x-; Hn. ;-x

x-; …Whatever. If you die, it’ll be a good thing, I suppose. ;-x

::Fair enough.::

Now all he needed was a little touchup.