Maybe Before Becoming Bitter They Were The Most Terrible Power Couple Of The Entire Universe

"She's hot enough to replace you whenever i choose!" - Megatron in the G1 "Enter the Nightbird" Ep

It would've been soo fun if Nightbird was part of the main deception cast in G1. Like, if they actually made her fully sentient y'know?

Like she would've just been vibin' the whole show. And the one sided beef starscream would have with her omg.

i think it would be funny if she actually liked starscream, like she would assume she was his friend because she like, rarely interacts casually with anyone else. (I know they're canon dynamic would've just been her ignoring him so she could work, but this is funnier to me)

he's seething whenever she gets close to him. "she's probably thinking about ways to usurp me as second in command!!" and she's just like "hanging out with the bestie :3"

HELLO? GAY GAY HOMOSEXUAL GAY

Redrawing the g1 cartoon scripts again, because my brain is too fried to think about what to draw, ik I've posted about this before but I love that they repeat starscream being jealous 3 times

Transformers: Drift - Empire of Stone by Shane McCarthy, Guido Guidi, Marcelo Ferreira, Stephen Baskerville, and John-Paul Bove

The ship I didnt know I needed

bumblebee.. thick... big bee.. (ft starscream (briefly))

Prompt : Starscream tries to make a poison to finally kill Megatron, but makes a love potion instead.

"No self preservation"

Starscream hunched over his makeshift lab, cackling as he mixed a bubbling, ominously glowing concoction. This was it. His greatest poison yet. No more miscalculations. No more half-failures. No more Megatron surviving out of sheer spite.

"At last," Starscream whispered, watching the mixture swirl into a deep, menacing shade of—

Pink.

"...What?"

The chemical let out a tiny, cheerful poof of pink smoke, smelling vaguely like candies.

Starscream's processor went completely blank.

He grabbed a scanner, quickly running a composition check. The results appeared on the screen:

TOXICITY: 0%

EFFECT: Romantic attachment, intense infatuation, emotional vulnerability.

Starscream’s wings flared in horror. "A love potion?!" He screeched so loudly that three Vehicons outside the lab spontaneously quit their jobs.

"No, no, no! I was trying to make death, not date night!" He flailed, pacing back and forth. He had to get rid of this before something stupid happened.

But just as he turned to dispose of it, the door slammed open.

Megatron stomped in, looking exactly as furious as usual.

Starscream yelped and hid the flask behind his back. "M-Mighty Megatron! What brings you here to my totally innocent and not at all treacherous laboratory?"

Megatron squinted at him. He immediately spotted the very suspiciously colored liquid.

Megatron sneered. "Another poison, Starscream?"

Starscream's entire frame went stiff. "WHAT? NO! Of course not! Why would you—"

Without warning, Megatron snatched the flask from Starscream’s servos.

"Megatron, DON’T—"

Megatron, dead inside, and with no self-preservation lifted the bottle and chugged it like a shot of cheap high-grade.

Starscream shrieked. "MEGATRON, YOU ABSOLUTE IMBECILE!"

Megatron wiped his mouth, unimpressed. "Please, Starscream. You’ve poisoned me so many times I don’t even pretend to care anymore."

Starscream grabbed his own head. "YES, BUT—"

Megatron crossed his arms. "What? What’s the problem this time? You wanted to administer it yourself in some diabolical plan of overthrowing me? I spared you time and effort. You should thank me."

Starscream took a deep breath, staring him directly in the optics. "That wasn’t poison."

Megatron raised a brow. "Then what was it?"

Starscream winced. "A love potion."

Silence.

Then Megatron scoffed. "There’s no such thing as a love potion. Love isn’t a chemical reaction you can bottle up, Starscream, that’s ridiculous."

Starscream threw his arms in the air. "TELL THAT TO THE MAGIC PINK JUICE YOU JUST WATERFALLED INTO YOUR FACE."

Megatron rolled his optics. "I am leaving. Try harder next time, Starscream."

—

Few hours later.

Megatron’s systems groggily rebooted.

Something felt… wrong. For one thing, he was comfortable, way to comfortable. Which was a bad sign.

His arms were wrapped around something warm. Something with wings.

He became aware of soft, rhythmic venting. A quiet, peaceful hum.

Something was pressed against him.

Something was snuggling.

Megatron’s optics slowly flickered online.

He was in his quarters. On his berth. Holding Starscream in a tight embrace.

—And that’s when Megatron, warlord of the Decepticons, commander of a mighty army, shrieks like a malfunctioning alarm system.

ignore how he doesnt have hands in the end

I love them loving each other! Happy Valentine's day!

Starbee is literally the best fucking ship ever. I love them I wanna eat them

its ok to be wrong