#(ooc: THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE FOR AN ASK AND I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED IT I AM SO SORRY ANON)

[badlydrawntricksterdave]

T!D: BOO!!!!!!

T!D: HA HA HA! HE HE HE! HO HO HO! T!D: did i get yoooou BD

[achtm1zuta]

Intro Post!

Sometimes you're just vibing at school, thinking about your friend's Deep Cut ask blog and go "actually I kind of want to have one of those for this other character," so here we are.

I usually go by Hate, though HL or Necro is also acceptable. Right now I'm the only mod of the account so I suppose there's no need for me to have a marker- but OOC posts will have an OOC tag so check for those. Also, I go by any pronouns, so don't worry.

anything homophobic/transphobic/ableist/etc will be deleted, obviously.

As for our dearest f1sh, they use they/them pronouns though sometimes I may accidentally slip so don't be afraid to point that out if I do.

Also, in case you're wondering what tumblr theme I use, it's HELLO YEAR 2000★

Is that all? I think that's all.

Go on, ask some stuff!

[the-inktoling-and-the-emperor]

INTRODUCTION POST

The results came in. I had an impulsive decision and it seems everyone agreed I should go for it, so I'll mostly copy paste the intro from my Acht ask blog.

I usually go by Hate, though HL or Necro is also acceptable. Right now I’m the only mod of the account so I suppose there’s no need for me to have a marker- but OOC posts will have an OOC tag so check for those. Also, I go by any pronouns, so don’t worry.

anything homophobic/transphobic/ableist/etc will be deleted, obviously.

As for our dearest f1sh, they use they/them pronouns though sometimes I may accidentally slip so don’t be afraid to point that out if I do.

Also, in case you’re wondering what tumblr theme I use, it’s ONLY HUMAN which is ironic because none of these people are human

Is that all? I think that’s all.

Go on, ask some stuff!

Edit: Wait, no, that wasn't all. Since there's two different muses, I'll be color coding who's who.

"RED is OCTAVIO!" "And PINK is CALLIE!"

[opizd3nevshy]

(Resending this ask to myself bc i accidentally deleted the answer right after posting i dont remember the exact wording sorry og anon)

How do you write lirycs?

Throw random angry shit at a wall until it sounds somewhat coherent idk

(Actual ooc tips under the cut bc i feel like this can be helpful)

-find something to write about, it can be a real life event, a story you made up, a concept, even a recipe but it helps to know a bit what youre talking about (the final lirycs can be very vague about it ofc)

-find some sort of imagery to talk about your subject, again, it can be anything you feel fits, personally, i really like talking about body parts, marine creatures, and like things that feel discomforting to me, but i know someone who uses more aetheral heavenly metaphors, so that part is really up to you

-pay attention to rhymes, it can vary depending of the language, but i know that in both english and my native language, thoses helps a lot with the fluidity of the song, it doesn't have to be exact rhymes, near rhymes work very well too, but having some sort of rhyming pattern can really make a song sound better, looking up websites like rhymezone can help find some when you arent inspired

-sometimes lirycs idea can come at the randomest moment, note sentences that you heard or thought of that flows well or are cool metaphors or idk

-have fun! You wanna put a silly pun in your song? Put a silly pun! You wanna make a joke? Make that joke! A reference? Yeah put that in too! Art is supposed to be enjoyable for the person making it first and foremost

Yeah thats all i could think of right now hope it helps

[kyokiiro]

It's all fun and games..

Synopsis - You and Aventurine thought it would be funny to prank Topaz, but Topaz isn't happy about it..

Warnings/content - gn!reader(pronouns aren't mentioned), fluff, crack, ft.Aventurine, Reader and Aventurine are friends, can be read as both romantic & platonic, Reader works as an IPC worker, Topaz being done w/ you & Aventurine's bs, Numby being a snitch, swearing/cursing, possible grammar mistakes, not proofread. wc: 653

A/N: I had a hard time coming up w/ a prank, so sorry if this took to long!! Also i accidentally posted the unfinished fic, so i had to delete it:') But i hope this fic is to your liking! I wasn't sure if it was supposed to be romantic, so i decided to make it be read as both romantic & platonic!! Also i apologize if Topaz and/or Aventurine are ooc

Tags: @therealwasaboi (the person who requested this)

When no one was looking, you and Aventurine sneaked off to a more secluded place. "Is everything ready?" you whispered to Aventurine. "Yep, everything is ready. Oh this is going to be fun!" Aventurine whispered back with excitement in his voice. You were abit reluctant at first when Aventurine proposed the prank, but later gave in. It can't be to bad, right? Right? Boy were you wrong and about to find out that pranking Topaz isn't the most ideal thing..

You and Aventurine went to Topaz's office and started to set up the prank. The prank was throwing toilet paper around Topaz's office and make it a whole mess. You and Aventurine had a few hours left untill Topaz would come back from her meeting. What you guys didn't know was that Numby was watching you both from the doorway.

After you guys were done trashing Topaz's office with toilet paper. You looked at the time and saw that you guys still had 10 minutes left. "We only have 10 minutes left. It's best to leave before Topaz comes back." You said to Aventurine, who nodded in agreement.

You guys left Topaz's office, unaware of Numby watching from around the corner. When Topaz was done with her meeting she started to walk back to her office, while you and Aventurine were following her from a safe distance. You guys hid around a corner when she reached office. The face Topaz made already made you guys chuckle, but when she shouted "WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED HERE!?" Made you guys burst into laughter, while trying to muffle both your laughters to not alarm Topaz. After you guys were done laughing, while catching your breath. You saw Numby from the corner of your eye and turned to your side to face him. You raised your eyebrow "Hey, Numby. What are you doing here?" you asked to the trotter in confusion. Aventurine turned his attention to the trotter and immediately tensed, because he knows what the trotter is about to do. But before he could warn you to get out Numby let a loud noise alarming Topaz. Topaz who obviously heard her companion, walked towards him. "Numby, what are doing there? Is something wrong?" Topaz questioned. You and Aventurine were obviously panicking, but before you guys could (try) running away. Topaz was already infront of the both of you with clear irritation written on her face. When she went to look where her companion was making noises of dissaproval to, she made eye contact with you and Aventurine. Topaz instantly knew who pulled the prank on her and both you and Aventurine knew your were in trouble.

"Hey Topaz!.. What a convenience seeing you here. Do you need any-" you tried to play it off, but were cut off by Topaz. "Cut the act (name), you two know exactly what you did." Topaz said sternly with narrowed eyes. You gulped and awkwardly scratched your neck, while Aventurine was whisteling. Topaz sighed "Well you guys better clean up the mess you made. Ill let it slide this once, but if it happens again. I won't be so lenient. Understood?" When there came no answer from both of you Topaz repeated herself, but alot more intimidating "Understood?". "Yes, ofcourse!" You answered immediately, not wanting to anger her more. You nudged Aventurine who just let out an annoyed groan.

"I told you it wasn't a good idea" you hissed at Aventurine, he scoffed. "You agreed to this, so don't blame this on me!" Aventurine hissed back at you. Topaz just watched in amusement while you guys were bickering like two kids.

"God what am i going to do with you both" Topaz chuckled to herself. At the end of the day you both apologized to Topaz. Tho Aventurine was more stubborn to apologize due his pride, but eventually did tho you could hear the annoyance and embarrassment in his voice.

Reblogs are appreciated!!

@𝒌𝒚𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒊𝒓𝒐★ 2024 – do not copy, repost, steal, or translate my work onto any platform or feed them to ai.

[kana-starr]

A/N-i lost the person who asked for this (i accidentally deleted it..) so if you're the person who asked for Mister Adonis then i am so sorry for the late reply! Yes my requests are indeed open! I apologize if Adonis seems a bit ooc, and for the possible bad grammar and if this doesn't top your expectations! Again, i am so sorry 'person-who-asked-for-mister-Adonis-

WARNINGS - obsessive behavior(?),immoral actions, murder, mentions of blood, overprotective-ness, offensive words, mentions of self sacrifice

YANDERE TROPE - obsessive (?), self-sacrificial, overprotective

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ADONIS OTOGARI | 乙狩 アドニス

▪︎You were probably either being harrassed or bullied, and by chance Mister Adonis here was nearby. So being the kind person that he is, he helped you! I suppose by approaching the students bothering you and accidentally scaring them off.

▪︎And of course you thanked him afterwards, with a smile that struck his heart. You two had exchanged names afterwards and started your friendship at that point!

▪︎As your friendship grew. You realized that Adonis had started to become overly protective of you, Adonis would start becoming wary of your friends and other students around you, always warning you of the possibilities that could happen if you got too close.

▪︎You didn't question it though, it's Adonis we're talking about! It's normal for him to protect the weak afterall!

▪︎It wouldn't take too long until Adonis starts getting way too paranoid about you. How are you doing? Is somebody harrassing you again? Are you okay? Such questions will invade his brain completely until he has nothing else on his mind but you.

▪︎Once he sees you completely safe and sound then will he calm down, greeting you with a small relieved smile and spending the rest of his free time with you.

▪︎Adonis always reminds himself to check up on you, whether it be by text, call, or by person. Hopefully you aren't annoyed though! He's doing this for your own good! You are friends afterall, right?

▪︎You appear to be really important to Adonis. He'll do so much as to risk his own life for you! What a good man, right? So deal with it, you should be glad you mean this much to somebody anyways!

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▪︎One day, it just happens that Adonis had caught a student flirting with you and you were so clearly uncomfortable. Seeing you in this situation broke something in him, what is it? His heart? His mind? What is it?

▪︎Well whatever it is had completely made him insane. To think that Mister Adonis over here could blow such a hard blow on somebody's face like that! Adonis had completely lost his moral.. yeah that's right! His moral!

▪︎A punch over there and a punch over here, Adonis didn't seem to want to stop until this student was completely dead! It's only right though.. he sinned, why shouldn't he be punished for it?

▪︎You and the students around couldn't do anything else but stare, stare at the blood surrounding the almost dead student and then Adonis' bloodied clothes and face.

▪︎In that moment you felt completely useless, why aren't your legs doing anything?! Help the student damn it! Maybe a part of you felt happy, happy that the student got what they deserved but you just ignored this feeling.

▪︎While shaking in your shoes with your hand covering your mouth, Adonis had finally stood up, stood up from the dead body of a student who did nothing but flirt with you.

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"Are you okay?" Adonis asked, his bloodied face now turning to you. You didn't let out a single response, still shook after witnessing that.

You then could feel a hand reaching for your head, you flinched only for the hand to gently carress your head. "Did i scare you? I apologize" You looked up to see Adonis with a smile on his face, a smile you dreaded to see.

"I completely lost my sense of moral- He- He made you uncomfortable, i apologize again." Adonis slightly glared at his bloodied knuckles, then at the dead body. He accepted what he had done, why wouldn't he?

He did it for your sake afterall.

[yicruz48]

So I think I’m the person who’s message got accidentally erased. So what I was saying is I hate this evil Damian Arc because antis are just going to use this to “prove” that he is a brat and he is evil when in reality it’s super ooc.

Yes, you are!~ 

Thank you for asking again, and I’m sorry it got erased. 

But lets finally lets get to your ask: 

I totally agree with your sentiment. It’s not like we didn’t have to deal with Damian Anti’s before the Glass started with his Teen Titan’s run. I feel like there has always been Damian anti’s. 

I wasn’t yet a part of the fandom when Glass’s run started. But I imagine it just started to escalate after that. Anti’s now had examples in canon that could they use against fans of Damian. 

Although, Damian is a brat if I am being an honest Damian fan. But that a part of the charm of Damian’s character and it’s supposed taken light-heartily not in a extremely malicious way. 

I feel like there is also people who forget Damian is in his teens. And especially forget that Damian has only been out of the league for 3-4 years and yet expect him to magically become someone entirely different. They expect that the scars and trauma of his past should already be resolved when in reality, you wouldn’t tell a kid to just get over their trauma.  

But I also feel like Glass took this ‘brat’ and ‘insensitive” thing way t0o far that Teen Titan’s Damian is no longer the Damian that fans have come to  know. 

Look, I am very vocal about how much I hate how Roundhouse is written but I still can’t get over Damian easily brushing off the fact he accidentally killed Roundhouse’s sister:

I am certain the Damian we know would feel guilty, angry and ashamed of what he did.  Damian is a brat, but he usually admits when he makes a big mistake:

And there is most notably the issue with the prison, mind washing and killing. Something we know Damian wouldn’t do, especially with the reasons we are given.  

So I think you highlighted this more on your ask I accidentally deleted but it was something along the lines of, “its getting hard to defend him.” 

And I think the most important thing you need to realize is that you don’t have to defend Teen Titan’s Damian, I certainly don’t. I’ve made it pretty clear on my reviews of Teen Titans that I am not defending TT Damian for his actions, I just usually tell you WHY whatever TT Damian is doing is contradictory to what he would really do if written correctly. 

So don’t feel the need to defend TT Damian. 

I really wouldn’t like us Damian fans trying to defend Damian for making a prison, mind washing or killing criminals-especially during these times in the same way I dislike it when people try to defend Bruce for hitting or neglecting his children. 

Like with Bruce, this is simply a case of bad writing. Plus I am not gonna go out of my to defend a comic that perpetuated racial stereotypes and ignored Damian’s development.

To reiterate, don’t feel the need to defend TT Damian. As a fan of Damian you know how Damian would truly act and Teen Titan’s Damian doesn’t reflect that:)

[jackkodiac]

Oh boy this is fun. Extremely long post ahead. Beware of ooc drama.

@holydestruction

"If someone has an issue with another mun, please do not send yourself ‘‘anons’‘ or have your friends send ‘‘anons’‘ as an excuse to try and attack/punish other muns."

Neither I myself, nor any of my friends know who sent the ask. I avoided answering it for 3 days because Ollie and I had not finished discussing the final outcome. I went into Ollie’s DM’s SPECIFICALLY BECAUSE of this ask to try to finally clear the air and have some kind of answer. The ask made me uncomfortable, and the 2 previous ones had as well. It had been sitting unanswered for 3 days before everything blew up. 

"Once someone has blocked me I keep it at that and respect their wishes, and i normally don’t give a fuck about the petty vagueposts on here--in fact, check my rules for how i generally approach situation."

Please show me where I apparently vagueposted about anyone??? I didn’t even tell my closest friends about the problem until today (5/2/2020) when I was informed of this callout post, let alone make vague public complaints about you OR Ollie. I blocked you knowing you would likely block me soon anyway. 

"However, if someone is coming up to me saying that people are posting things like this, and bringing private matters public while spreading misinformation then I’m going to respond."

No I’m pretty sure I didn’t air any dirty laundry, unlike you? I spoke the truth; in the end I did not get a choice. I got an ultimatum. And I dropped the subject after that ask. Good to know you have someone stalking my blog for you though.

You posted a screenshot of my ask response; a request to have the subject dropped bc I was hurt by a situation I couldn’t do anything about. How horrible of me.

"Hi yeah since you blocked me and Ollie is rarely on Tumblr any more cause of this exact shit right here, and you’re trying to vilify the mun OVER FUCKING WORD BARBIES, I’m stepping in to tell you top stop playing the fucking victim when I have chat logs of you trying to hold Ollie emotionally hostage."

Like I said, I blocked you knowing you would block me eventually anyway. I blocked him too, because I figured the same thing. He specifically stated to me in his last Discord message, and I quote: “After this conversation, I really do think it’s best that we don’t talk again.” So I blocked you both to deter the possibility of accidentally engaging with either of you again. As. Requested.

Also, it hurt knowing you have full reign to npc his character when I was denied even the possibility of npcing a *background relationship*. So yes. I blocked you. I could not forsee us ever interacting in a positive manner, so I cut my losses.

I am not sure how you think I’m “playing the victim” as if I wasn’t also hurt by his words and actions? There were no winners in this argument and you blaming all of it on ME is the actual vilifying.

Also good to know that wanting to talk about something instead of being told I have to end it on the spot with no explanation is “holding someone emotionally hostage.” I guess I will just have to avoid discussions with people ever again bc talking ooc is evil now!

"Ollie tried multiple times to contact you over this issue because they wanted to stay in contact."

This is actually true! Ollie contacted me to talk about general things as well as the topic of our characters a few times over the last month. I did the same thing just as often. He would contact me to say hi and ask how I was doing, we would small talk. I would contact him to show him pictures of my cat bc he liked them! We would small talk. Occasionally we actually would start to discuss things. Then we would either get busy, go to sleep, or have to go to work, and the discussion would end. Other times we had to stop because one or both of us was too stressed out over various factors and the topic was strenuous.

"Every time, you brushed them off begging Ollie not to have them break up because, as you stated, that was the only thing you had to look forward to that made you happy."

I did not brush him off EVERY time. Sometimes we started to get somewhere. He asked to stop talking just as often, if not more times, than I did. And while I did say the ship was ONE of the only things I was looking forward to, I did not say it was THE only one. The epidemic has been stressful on everyone, and with both of us being “essential workers” the external stress is even harder. I enjoyed having something to talk about when I got off of a hard day at the warehouse. I wasn’t ready to let go of that when HE even offered to have them work it out in the first place. 

"You then ghosted them for days that rolled into weeks, and Ollie would have to contact you AGAIN."

Correction: I left Ollie ALONE for days at a time, after he would request it. He would leave my messages unanswered just as often? But I didn’t complain about it, because that is something he has always done. We don’t always have time to stop and talk. He would get stressed out and I would drop the subject AT HIS REQUEST until he brought it back up. I think that is actually considered respecting someone’s space.

"Do you know what that is, acyl? That’s putting the responsibility of YOUR HAPPINESS onto OLLIE over a FUCKING ROLEPLAY SHIP, ACYL."

And yet, his choice to make both of us retcon/cut down months of character development between both our muses ISN’T putting the responsibility of HIS happiness on ME? Ok. If you say so.

"Ollie explained to you now stressful and anxiety inducing roleplaying had become, and how miserable they were roleplaying this character for reasons that I’m not getting into and don’t matter right now. The point is, ollie explained how they felt."

And just as many times, I expressed that he did not have to continue writing. He said he was leaving tumblr and going to restrict rp to Discord. I said Ok I can work with that. He said he wanted to drop the character. I said Ok I can work with that; I have had many partners drop muses or leave the rpc before, and this issue has NEVER arose in all 5 years I have been writing this blog. The characters have either been killed off by the original mun or allowed to be npc’d in a background relationship. (Ie, implied that they occasionally hang out or talk. No large modding of anyone else’s characters.) Not once has someone started a huge ordeal over this.

"You then got MAD AT OLLIE, and LASHED OUT because Ollie deleted their blog, and told them that OLLIE SHOULD HAVE CONSULTED YOU FIRST???? AS IF YOURE ENTITLED TO THEIR BLOG??"

I was never once mad at Ollie. I was shocked and hurt by the last message Vwig had dm’d to Crow on tumblr before Ollie deleted the blog. I was concerned for Ollie over what had caused this sudden change. I had just gotten off an 8 hour shift at work and seen the aftermath, and I went into Ollie’s DM’s on Discord asking what was wrong. The previous night, when the characters had been fighting, I asked Ollie multiple times ooc if he was ok. I asked if he was bothered and he told me no multiple times. He said it was all ic and he was perfectly fine. I dropped it and the next I heard from him was THAT. I asked what was wrong, what had happened. I was concerned for my friend who just previously said he was ok. He said he didn’t want to rp vwig anymore and we started to talk about what to do since he was leaving the community. Not once did I say he had to ask my permission to delete his blog. I asked why he didn’t talk to me first about what had upset him, but I did not tell him he had to have my permission.

"YOU DO NOT OWN ANY RIGHTS OR GET TO HAVE ANY SAY IN WHAT OLLIE DOES WITH THEIR PROPERTY, NOR DICTATE WHAT OLLIE DOES WITH A HOBBY MEANT TO MAKE THEM HAPPY AND RELAXED. YOU DO NOT HAVE THAT CONTROL OVER OLLIE."

At no point did I ever express that I did. I expressed concern over his change in demeanor. 

"You DO NOT get to do nothing but guilt trip Ollie to try and make them do what YOU WANT. You DO NOT then get to try and use anger to INTIMIDATE Ollie into doing what YOU WANT. You DO NOT get to ghost Ollie after they try to reach out, and pin the blame on them. You DO NOT get to try and vilify ollie because YOU DIDNT GET YOUR WAY."

Good to know that expressing my own discomfort, and concern is suddenly all of these things. Good to know that trying to find out why we can’t work things out all of a sudden is manipulative.

Good to know that internalizing my pain over this fight and going out of my way to avoid talking about it to literally anyone in order to avoid vilifying him in any way is me trying to make him look bad.

"Ollie stated why they were uncomfortable with you NPCing their relationship, and it is your responsibility to RESPECT it. Even if you disagree, it is THEIR CHOICE."

Just as well, I stated why I was uncomfortable with retconning months of writing and development. But apparently it is not his responsibility to respect that and try to come to a compromise. I am the one supposed to only respect him and not expect him to respect me back.

TLDR; You claim I am out here slandering and defaming someone I have never once mentioned in public about a private issue. Yet you name drop and vilify me in a callout post, yourself. You are being a hypocrite, and I would appreciate it if you did not mention me again. Have a nice day.

[offafa]

How do betas work?

They work in many ways. We only have one because she’s awesome, but it’s possible to have betas for different things, like you could have someone check your grammar and spelling and someone else check if what you wrote makes sense.

When you work on a piece of writing for too long, you start memorising it, so if you accidentally left out a word or deleted it while editing, there’s a good chance you won’t notice even if you read the sentence several times. Fresh eyes are great for that.

If you’re writing a new character, it’s super helpful if you can find a beta who knows the character well so they can tell you if the character is OOC. Same thing if you’re writing about a place you’re not familiar with; if you can find someone who lives there or has been there, they can help you make sure you don’t write something that makes no sense, like it could be easy to get the weather wrong, for example.

I think the biggest one for us though is flow and continuity. It’s easy to mess that up when you have two people working on the same piece. For example, Lyrical could have written that Phoenix has a water bottle in his hand, and then I pick up the scene in the middle to write my part and I don’t realise that he was supposed to have a bottle in his hand and I make him, I dunno, lift a box with both hands. Your beta should notice and tell you, hey, what happened to the bottle that was in his hand? Okay, it’s a stupid example, but it’s super important not to mess up details like that so as not to throw the readers off.

Basically, you can have betas check for whatever you want. I just tell ours to “tell me if it’s shit”, lol. You have to find someone who’s unbiased and who’s not afraid to tell you if a sentence sounds like crap or if what you wrote makes no sense at all. We’ve had to rewrite pretty big chunks of previous chapters because some parts were unclear or she told us that we missed an opportunity to add more details about something. It’s important to be open to criticism, otherwise you’re wasting your beta’s time. Remember that if your beta found something confusing, there’s a good chance the readers will too.

Okay, this answer got long fast, but yeah, just find people you know will be honest with you and LISTEN!

Also, just in case you were asking about the process, there’s no wrong way to go about it. You can copy paste parts of your story to your beta as you go and ask if it makes sense, or you can wait till you’re done and send them the whole thing. I do both because you can never have too much advice. I hope this answers your question!

Fun fact: If you check the author’s notes starting from Chapter 7, the notes to KingMobUK are references to mistakes she found in the chapter, haha.

[fortress-of-iserlohn]

Please tell me more about Reuenthal/Yang, I have never considered this ship before (Reinhard/Yang is my usual poison of choice) but now I can't stop thinking about it. I need AUs! And canon-divergence! And - please just tell me as many ways this could happen as you can, in as much detail as possible!

howdy anon friend i am fajsdofjsaf. honoured that you are considering my tiny lil raft ship and just HELLO

but really. you have certainly come to the right place! i am here to fulfil all of your AU and canon-divergence needs :D

beneath this cut you shall find TRASH wonder and MORE TRASH all your dreams come to life

alright let’s start with canon-divergence because this one is slightly less quantity and quality because canon fic is really hard??? (and also i am admittedly writing one right now and i don’t wanna give away too much :3????)

logh has all these cool plot points where the outcome changes depending on the action the character in question takes!!!!

ie. what if yang took schonkopf with him to meet with reinhardt the second time?

or like. what if yang disobeyed the orders from hq to stop the battle of vermillion?

or, my personal favourite, what if yang decided that schonkopf was right and then basically declared iserlohn an independent entity and the thirteenth fleet + iserlohn basically divorced themselves from the fpa???? 

seriously though. do you think either faction could’ve taken the fortress back by force? reinhardt probably eventually could, but in his best interests, he leaves yang alone and goes to crush the fpa first, then comes back to negotiate a truce.

but anyway, we’re here to talk about my favourite thing in the world - reuenthal/yang, so i’ll leave my crying about what if canon for later.

CANON DIVERGENCE REUENTHAL/YANG.

i don’t have much on this because i’ve yet to finish the source material but i will have. more. one. day. (i hope)

also pls note that i’m not big on plot beyond trashy fluff, so this is probably stupendously ooc and i can’t fix it just let me have my otp pls asofmsaodfijas

1. the star crossed lovers thing - where reuenthal accompanied kircheis to negotiate the exchange of prisoners with the fpa. and it’s literally love at first sight for him with yang and yang’s not. disagreeable because reuenthal is beautiful and he can be charming af when he wants to be (and he really wants to charm yang lbr) 

after kircheis and reuenthal return to odin, reuenthal starts moping about the admiral’s big brother house and eventually caves and talks to mittermeyer about his pure hearted admiration of yang where in mittermeyer stares flatly at reuenthal and tells him ‘you’re pining like one of those heroines you detest from the classics’ and reuenthal is so Offended TM by this he sulks off to the officer’s bar and drowns his sorrows until he becomes drunk enough to admit that hey, mittermeyer really knows him too well.

so the next day, very hung over, reuenthal starts sending letters (or more likely, electronic communications) to the 13th fleet with flowery poetry and declarations of his feelings and shit. and at the start, the 13th fleet kind of think he’s up to something nefarious. but then they just realise reuenthal actually really is just pathetically in love with yang and so for the good of all mankind, they just ‘accidentally delete’ every single message before it makes it to yang. 

no one expects that reuenthal eventually (cos that boy has no chill, like me) literally rolls up and parks his goddamned flagship next to the hyperion when the tristan is supposed to be passing nearby one day and demands to know why yang hasn’t been basically texting him back and then yang is like ‘??????????????? wat’ and then everyone in the 13th fleet, from schonkopf down to julian have a LOT OF EXPLAINING to do. (cazerne pretended to know nothing and washed his hands of the whole thing from the start because the less he knows about these sort of things the more sane he can stay okay).

eventually reinhardt gets sick of reuenthal moping about odin and shoos him off to be the consul of heinessen and reuenthal just continues to woo yang (now in person!!!) by showing off whenever he can even when it’s stupidly inappropriate with the inbuilt optimism of being a good looking and popular dude that everything will work out eventually and one day yang will just cave and say ‘fine.’ (spoiler alert, he does)

2. post-vermillion - actually this is 90% what my fic is about so i’m not going to say a lot about it. you’ll get to read this eventually as a proper-ish fic in a month or two (pray for me pls, it’s currently 7000 words and nowhere near done).

but consider. if yang and reuenthal met after the alliance surrendered. hm. Hm. HMMMMMMMMM. with added shenanigans from my favourite admirals from the empire and fpa sides :D

AU REUENTHAL/YANG

I FRIGGEN LOVE AU.

i’ve already talked about my ‘what if yang was born in the empire’ au, and briefly covered my college/university au where reuenthal social media stalks yang in a non-creepy way until he grows enough balls to just ask him out.

but, i was also yelling a lot at @beingevil today cos she brought up an actor au, but she’ll be writing that one so i’ll leave it up to her (WINK WONK)

other AUs to be considered:

1. history professor!yang & hitman!reuenthal - someone (probably fucking job trunicht) puts a hit out on yang and reuenthal is assigned to the job and he stakes out yang for a few days and yang is just like a small defenseless animal????? how can he murder a small, defenseless animal like that?? and gosh he’s super cute too??? he’s so my type!!!!!??? so he can’t pull the trigger and instead reuenthal goes on the run with yang and they uncover conspiracies against the government and then they put trunicht into prison and live happily ever after?

2. coffee shop au - where yang owns a coffee shop and reuenthal is a lawyer/business person who comes in to buy coffee, but in reality is here to perv on yang and also everyone in the shop (customers and staff alike) knows this except for yang who thinks reuenthal is a really nice guy and ‘julian, don’t you think reuenthal is just so friendly. he seems to really like leaning close to you when he talks and his voice is so deep and his eyes are so striking and he’s really handsome ???’ and julian sighs and goes to make himself another three expresso shots just to get through the rest of the hour

3. hogwarts au - where reuenthal is a slytherin, who’s bffls with a gryffindor (mittermeyer) and yang is the laziest ravenclaw ever sorted and did you know his best subject is a history of magic which everyone else hates??? so like they have potions together (because they’re the same age and so they would be in the same year level!!) and reuenthal thought that yang would be HELPFUL but there’s a reason yang consistently almost fails everything but history which is that he literally comes into class and then curls into a ball and then GOES TO SLEEP. so imagine reuenthal’s DESPAIR when he gets paired up with yang for astronomy as well? it’s his shittiest subject because ew astronomy??? and they’re assigned to do their major project together. but it doesn’t turn out as bad as he imagines. instead, they slowly develop ~feelings~ because there’s cute midnight dates on the astronomy tower where they cuddle beneath a blanket together for ~warmth~ and share hot tea while they do their star charts. then eventually reuenthal talks yang into going to a quidditch match and vaguely cheering for slytherin because reuenthal is one of their star players. cue attenborogh being thoroughly distressed by yang’s casual betrayal of his own house ‘but yang, you’ve never come to a single game in five years’ and yang replying ‘interhouse rivalry promotes antagonistic tendencies’ and wrapping himself up snugly with reuenthal’s green and white scarf.

honourable mentions go out to the following:

- hetalia!AU - where yang is the personification of the alliance and reuenthal falls in love with freedom

- soulmate!AU - where your soulmate’s name is written in their hand somewhere on your body & reuenthal’s been hiding his entire life because his name is written in alliance standard and yang just thinks that the curved lines across his arm is a really weird birthmark

- pokemon!AU - where yang is the most wtf gym leader ever and kind of just naps all day on a snorlax but no one’s been able to get a badge off him since he took the gym. reuenthal as an ambitious trainer who’s just missing THE ONE BADGE...

i actually have a heap more but i just. NEED TO CRY ABOUT THEM FOR A WHILE BECAUSE CANON IS MEAN TO ME

[xmendokusex]

OOC |  I accidentally deleted an anon(I keep forgetting my computer is touchscreen). 

To the ShikaIno anon,

I do still ship ShikaIno. The ship is my otp. You just don’t see it often or at all on my blog anymore because not many Ino rpers ship it. That and because everyone has their own cliques now. Sorry bro, the ship ain’t happenin rp wise. 

For Fics. That gangster au with ShikaTema will have ShikaIno in it too. It was supposed to be a little surprise but who the fuck is going to be shook if no one’s reading it?

My other ShikaIno fic... I felt like not enough people were reading it. Until I checked after reading your ask. So yeah, I’ll get back to it. Might change a few things or rewrite it completely(the story line stays though). 

Also, I might or might not, make a blog for my (unoriginal)OC that is ShikaIno’s daughter. Or she might be featured here sometimes. It’s just hard to say, the girl’s story is too complex to be written in the form of rp. Plus, I was told twice(from different people that don’t know each other) that the story is too good for an OC, that its better suited for a canon character. I’m also pretty sure hella people will hate her and that’s ok. She isn’t meant to be liked. 

That’s my update for you.

I feel like I know who you are and I could easily IM you but I don’t wanna look like a fool if I’m wrong.

[verdigrisprowl]

April 2 Dancitron Movie Night - 101 Dalmations

Ravage spent the whole night pissed off that they were watching a movie about dogs. Prowl had to get reassurance from Soundwave that the dogs weren’t going to start singing.

After the movie, Prowl learned—for the first time in over two and a half years in the multiverse—about grayfaces. He’s still extremely skeptical. Sounds fake. But okay fine, he supposes that any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic. He’s just not sure why these aliens are, apparently, messing around with Cybertronians, for no reason but apparently entertainment.

Today ItsyBitsySpyers 7:47 pm *Soundwave's at one of the game tables, finishing up a game of Hax against the AI. He'll get seated properly when there's more people.* Specs 7:49 pm *the dragon comes in, lugging along a cartful of treats. they're the more finicky delicacies tonight- mercury stars, mercury and silver drops, energon gummis, and similar. they go up on the snack table with everything else, and the dragon goes up on the back of an unoccupied couch and loafs like she belongs there. Soundwave gets a nod of acknowledgement, but the dragon doesn't speak- he seems occupied.* ItsyBitsySpyers 7:49 pm ((NO mention of terrorcon or Unicron tonight. This is fuzzytimed to after that's taken care of because I don't know how that's gonna go.)) Smokescreen 7:49 pm ((AAAAAAA that's fair! Smokescreen 7:51 pm /He's sitting down, pretty far from Soundwave! He's got a particular book out again... He's not even hiding the cover, he figures Soundwave won't pick up on it./ Prowl 7:53 pm *arrives via the front door like y'do* ItsyBitsySpyers 7:53 pm *Soundwave can smell the mercury and silver drops from where he is. A feeler slowly stretches out from where he is at the table to snatch a gripful and put them in a small cube for later.* ItsyBitsySpyers 7:54 pm *And he can see the cover by way of the many, many pieces of spying equipment littering the building. He's just not in the mood to persuade Smokescreen to let him see it. It's good to have confirmation, though.* Swoop 7:54 pm ((I'm going to be ooc today. Soundwave can rest easy. Swoop is destroying other rooms lol)) Prowl 7:55 pm ((swooooooop Swoop 7:55 pm ((Swoop is currently under several hundred tons of Dinobots lol)) Specs 7:56 pm ((poor pterobaby)) Prowl 7:56 pm ((that is good but also sad because reasons 😔 Smokescreen 7:56 pm /Smokescreen's grinning to himself- he's like 1000% sure this is one secret he can keep from Soundwave! He's also rereading a few particular paragraphs by Alpha Trion, which is kind of comforting./ ItsyBitsySpyers 7:58 pm ((poor poor swoop)) Smokescreen 7:58 pm /He does look up to wave at Roundverse Prowl, though, offering a seat if the bot's interested!/ Smokescreen 7:58 pm ((😧 swoooop.... Swoop 7:58 pm ((poor BOB)) Prowl 8:03 pm *Prowl will pick her way carefully between tables to the bar to get something to drink. Thankfully, Mirage's visits have at least given her an approximate idea of the layout, so she has an easy enough time of it.*

*Smokescreen should definitely say something to get her attention* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:05 pm *Soundwave glances up to look at Prowl and passes along a mumble-ish [[Evening]] before staring at his game again. He's so close to finishing this one...*

*Ravage smacks the bar with a paw, claws out, but doesn't catch any bit of Prowl. He wasn't trying to. Only to warn her to watch herself.* =What.= ItsyBitsySpyers 8:06 pm *He's in a bad mood. DOGS.* Smokescreen 8:06 pm Hey! It's good to see you again, Prowl! Uhhh. How're the drinks over there? ... are we watching a dog movie sounds ItsyBitsySpyers 8:07 pm ((three whole wily)) wily 8:07 pm ((I feeex) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:08 pm [[Hmm? Mhm.]] *Moves another piece.* Prowl 8:09 pm *leans away from the noise of Ravage's paw striking the bar and reaches into her subspace to pull out a few things in trade* Do you have any additives?

*she turns slightly toward Smokescreen* I've been told they're excellent. Would you like something as well? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:10 pm =It is a BAR.= *Of COURSE they have additives.* =What do you want.= Smokescreen 8:10 pm Ooh- I'd be up for something too! If you want, you can sit with me and drink? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:10 pm ((we'll go another 10 - bc i'm waiting on my own food - and then i'll start. get food and all that now.)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:12 pm *Another move, a (quiet) playback of fanfare, and Soundwave stands up, turning off the table. He's ready to join the others now.* Prowl 8:13 pm That's fine, Smokescreen. And rhubarbium with regular grade, please, Ravage. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:13 pm [[Good evening, all. Dragon, Smokescreen.]]

*Ravage growls and grumbles but sets about doing as asked.* =You pay extra, hm.= Prowl 8:14 pm *frowns* That hardly seems fair. Smokescreen 8:15 pm !! /He is covering up the covenant a little once Soundwave says something to him- frag, now he's paying attention./ Souuuuunds! It's good to... I can see you, that's for sure. Specs 8:15 pm *the dragon chirps at Soundwave* Hello! ItsyBitsySpyers 8:15 pm =Extra or nothing.= *Sharp, fang-filled smile.* [[You went all out this week, he sees.]] *Motions to the snacks.* [[One day you must tell him how you acquire all of this.]] [[And yes, Smokescreen. You can.]] Smokescreen 8:17 pm I sure can! I'm glad you still have a physical form. Specs 8:17 pm Careful negotiation other universes. *that is one very pleased dragonloaf who SURELY would not steal from alternate universes* I started annoying people native to mine with all the mercury I needed. Smokescreen 8:17 pm /He's getting up, putting the covenant behind a pillow before going over to grab a number of treats. He's not about to turn down free food!/ VProwl 8:19 pm *appears* Am I late? Smokescreen 8:19 pm i see that finger family song thing on the side and i feel this fear VProwl 8:19 pm *and immediately looks at the screen. they're singing. about a dog. HMMMM.* Smokescreen 8:20 pm wait is the farmer bingo or is it the dog 'cause they were like "there was a farmer who had it all and bingo was his name-o" ItsyBitsySpyers 8:20 pm ((my food has arrived \o/ we start after this)) Specs 8:21 pm ((the slendymun is appeased by our sacrifice)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:21 pm *Soundwave wouldn't mind if she did steal. He'd probably think it was clever.*

[[You are not late. We are about to begin.]] Smokescreen 8:21 pm o VProwl 8:21 pm ((has rabbit started doing that thing for yall where the top bar collapses into a few icons except when you hover over the video and then it pops back out and makes the video move down?)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:21 pm ((YES AND I HATE IT)) Specs 8:21 pm ((YES IT IS THE WORST)) VProwl 8:22 pm ((IS THERE ANY WAY TO MAKE IT CUT IT THE FUCK OUT)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:22 pm ((don't move your cursor out of the chat box, mostly)) Smokescreen 8:22 pm ((I WISH it makes adding people in a room so hard VProwl 8:22 pm ((I'M GIVING MYSELF MOTION SICKNESS FROM ACCIDENTALLY MOVING MY CURSOR OVER THE VIDEO)) Smokescreen 8:22 pm ((same VProwl 8:22 pm ((I CAN'T NOT MOVE MY CURSOR, THAT'S BULLSHIT)) Smokescreen 8:22 pm ((delete cursor !! Knock 8:22 pm ((yoooo ItsyBitsySpyers 8:23 pm ((maybe you could get rid of the bar element?)) Specs 8:23 pm *the "surely" was sarcasm. this dragon steals. she just tries to keep it to a minimum between the universes she steals from* Smokescreen 8:23 pm /Smokescreen's finally sitting back down, back against the covenant while he eats his snacks in nearly one go/ ItsyBitsySpyers 8:23 pm ((WARNINGS: Sexism/misogyny, questionable sunflowers, animal abuse and threats of)) Prowl 8:23 pm Nothing then. *she's not playing Ravage's game* Specs 8:24 pm ((original character DO steal. original character stealing prior to movie. original character disregard multiversal law)) Knock 8:24 pm ((Ooo, 101 Dalmatians! Smokescreen 8:24 pm OH OH DISNEY ItsyBitsySpyers 8:24 pm =Good. I like Rhubarbium.= *He'll curl around the cube and lap from it* Knock 8:24 pm ((The book is also super good, I loved it as a kid)) Smokescreen 8:24 pm /He's practically jumping as he sees that coming up!/ ItsyBitsySpyers 8:25 pm ((no captions available tonight, i'm sorry)) Knock 8:25 pm ((Would Soundwave have let KO back in movie nights? If not I'll just hang out in parantheses as mun)) VProwl 8:25 pm ((oh thank fucking god. https://userstyles.org/styles/149395/rabb-it-css-fixup )) Prowl 8:25 pm *will make her way over to where she heard Smokescreen's voice coming from. It's a little further into the room than she wanted, but it's fine, she's fine* Specs 8:25 pm ((BLESS prowl)) Knock 8:25 pm ((Oh yeah, I forgot how long the opening credits were on this. ((Buckle in folks)) Smokescreen 8:25 pm !! /He's waving to round Prowl, still oblivious, offering out a few candies./ You didn't get yourself a drink? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:26 pm ((KO can be back IF he has finger caps and stays far away from Soundwave and Prowl. If he pisses Slendy off super bad though, chances are it might become permanent, so be careful.)) Knock 8:26 pm ((*thumbs up*)) *slides on in after a harrying week* Smokescreen 8:27 pm !! /Surprised, waving at Knock Out!/ Prowl 8:27 pm *he's talking, that helps her hone in on him and she slides into the empty seat next to him* Not to my taste. Knock 8:27 pm *gives Soundwave a stiff nod and goes over to sit by Smokescreen* Smokescreen 8:27 pm Aww- fair enough. I might grab a drink in a little bit- you'll let me know if you want anything? VProwl 8:27 pm ((deleting the bar element didn't help, it just left an ugly white gap at the top every time you accidentally hovered. BUT that stylishtheme fixes it)) Smokescreen 8:28 pm /Smokescreen's patting Knock Out- he's surrounded in bots tonight!/ Smokescreen 8:28 pm ((wait which stylish theme Knock 8:28 pm ((Pongo's voice is also the voice of Grimsby in Little Mermaid Prowl 8:28 pm ((thank you stylish ItsyBitsySpyers 8:28 pm *Soundwave's attention fixes on Knock Out for a long, long moment. He'd better not do ANYTHING suspicious.*

((the one they linked earlier in chat)) Knock 8:28 pm *gives him a one-armed hug* VProwl 8:28 pm ((this one https://userstyles.org/styles/149395/rabb-it-css-fixup )) Smokescreen 8:28 pm ((ooooh! i didn't see it earlier sdcxvb Knock 8:28 pm Smokescreen. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:29 pm [[...What a mess.]] Smokescreen 8:29 pm It's kinda cool seeing this- I know there's certain spots where you can see the sketch parts from the animation, since I think they did it on the same cel? Prowl 8:29 pm What movie is this? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:29 pm [[101 Dalmatians.]] Prowl 8:29 pm Thank you. Smokescreen 8:29 pm /Hugging Knock Out!/ Knocktopus! Have you had the chance to look through those- uh, sercret documents? Specs 8:29 pm Do humans live like that? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:30 pm [[That one certainly does.]] VProwl 8:30 pm *... talking dogs. very suspicious.* Smokescreen 8:30 pm Hey- it kinda looks like my place! Specs 8:30 pm *looks at smokescreen with concern* Smokescreen 8:30 pm ... VProwl 8:30 pm *sinks into his seat with Vast Suspicion leveled at the movie* Smokescreen 8:30 pm ... But better. Right, Knocktopus? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:31 pm *Gently nudges Prowl's knee hello.* Knock 8:31 pm Secret documents. Right. *rubs a hand over his face* Um. *looks at Roger's room for comparison* Well, you have less sheet music, that's for sure. Smokescreen 8:32 pm ... My place looks better, right? Knock 8:32 pm Definitely. No organics in it. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:32 pm [[All this fuss over finding a companion.]] Smokescreen 8:32 pm Aww- see? It's not bad! A little messy, but it's perfectly normal. Some people get lonely, you know. Specs 8:33 pm Humans don't know when they've found theirs. No pairbonds. Prowl 8:34 pm A direct approach would be much more effective. Smokescreen 8:34 pm Seen each other? That's like first base for humans, right? .... Smokescreen 8:35 pm w Knock 8:35 pm Wow, humans move fast. Smokescreen 8:35 pm wow that was really fast so seeing each other really is first base! ItsyBitsySpyers 8:35 pm [[Humans live at an accelerated pace.]] Smokescreen 8:36 pm Primus that place looks like it'd be amazing to live in though AND they have a housekeeper? Rich humans Specs 8:36 pm ((wait! that's duchess' voice! the catmom from the aristocats!)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:36 pm [[Still a mess.]] Knock 8:36 pm ((Are you sure? Wasn't Duchess Zsa Zsa Gabor? Smokescreen 8:37 pm ... It's really not! It looks so clean! You can see the floor! Specs 8:37 pm ((I am not sure. I do voices only a little better than I do faces)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:37 pm [[The upstairs room.]] *Pause.* [[That looks like something Knock Out would scan.]] Specs 8:37 pm Smokescreen. That's a terrible basis. Knock 8:38 pm ((In the books Cruella had a white persian cat and continually drowned her kittens. Smokescreen 8:38 pm What? How? Knock 8:38 pm ((And then at the end of the book the cat helped the dalmatians shred all Cruella's furs and went to live with the dalmatians ItsyBitsySpyers 8:38 pm ((aw)) Smokescreen 8:38 pm Come on- I can barely see my floor. So seeing your floor means it's even cleaner in my place. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:39 pm [[...Her shoulders remind him of Tarantulas'.]] Knock 8:39 pm She's floofy, too. Smokescreen 8:39 pm ... wait, what's the big deal with fur coats? Like, that's the stuff they shed off sheep and stuff, right? Wh Specs 8:39 pm *snarls* Rude! Knock 8:39 pm It's like plating. Smokescreen 8:39 pm why would you ruin a cupcake like that Knock 8:39 pm But off animals. Smokescreen 8:39 pm ?? But they already have plating Specs 8:39 pm Because she's the worst. *ANGER* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:39 pm [[Humans wear the fur of other organics because they have lost all of their own. It helps them camouflage themselves.]] Smokescreen 8:39 pm can they make a human fur coat Knock 8:39 pm It's like wearing plating on top of your plating. Smokescreen 8:40 pm I wanna dance with someone now.... Hey, Knocktopus. Wanna dance? VProwl 8:40 pm Most humans don't live lives that would necessitate camouflage. It's for warmth. That's why they wear more when it's cold. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:41 pm [[Then why do they wear the patterns that are meant for that? The animal spots and stripes.]] Smokescreen 8:41 pm Humans really do lose a lot of stuff... Hey, Sounds, did you know humans shed their teeth? VProwl 8:41 pm Decoration, I think. It's like the human equivalent of racing stripes. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:41 pm [[...He thought that was why they stabbed paint into their flesh.]] *Is all turned around now.*

[[Yes, he knows about that.]] Smokescreen 8:42 pm wait, why can't we see the puppies coming? Knock 8:42 pm I'd love to, Trogdor. VProwl 8:42 pm Same in both cases, I think. Humans do a lot for fashion. Prowl 8:43 pm Stab paint into themselves? Smokescreen 8:43 pm ... how did she store that many dogs in her Specs 8:43 pm *a little horrified* I don't think they should store that many in them. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:43 pm [[He supposes it's necessary, since they don't have paint j-- oh dear.]] [[Poor bitlet.]] Smokescreen 8:43 pm ... ItsyBitsySpyers 8:44 pm [[Ah. Better.]] Knock 8:44 pm ((this actually happened with the author's dog)) Smokescreen 8:44 pm t they're so tiny ItsyBitsySpyers 8:44 pm =Hmph.= Specs 8:44 pm That does tend to be the way of babies. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:44 pm [[...How did she get in?]] Smokescreen 8:45 pm look at how sketchy these cells are I love that VProwl 8:46 pm ((lmao i love how she knocks his pipe aside to get up in his face)) Smokescreen 8:46 pm w Specs 8:46 pm The fact that her coat has tails is rather concerning. Smokescreen 8:46 pm She already broke the window! Isn't that bad enough? Now they don't have rain protection ItsyBitsySpyers 8:47 pm @Own Prowl: [[Yes. They use small machines to pierce their flesh and deposit paint below the surface, where it cannot ooze out with everything else.]] Smokescreen 8:47 pm look at all those puppies show the puppies don bluth films ItsyBitsySpyers 8:48 pm *...So this is why people assume the minicons are his spawn. Look at them all piled up like that.* Specs 8:48 pm Fifteen is a lot of hatchlings. I don't know about the larger cousins, but we never have more than eight. And usually in an eight egg nest, one or more doesn't hatch. VProwl 8:48 pm *... okay so far this movie has dogs and singing. he could sit here dreading the inevitable or he could be proactive and find out if it's coming.* @Soundwave «Are the dogs going to sing?» Smokescreen 8:48 pm ... Don't dalmations have a lot of breed issues? Knock 8:49 pm ((They're deaf more than other dogs)) ((and have urine crystal issues a lot Prowl 8:49 pm @Soundwave: [[Fascinating. Like how we etch patterns into our armor?]] Knock 8:50 pm ((In the book they had to find a foster mom to give help too, so the mom wouldn't run out of milk Specs 8:50 pm ((I didn't know there was a book!)) ((that's hella)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:50 pm @P: [[Do not worry.]] *Quiet puff.* [[He knows your feelings on that. The dogs will not do any singing.]] Knock 8:50 pm ((It's by Dodie Smith and it's really good! Prowl 8:50 pm *not that Prowl has any etchings anymore, that trend died before the war* VProwl 8:50 pm *ah, that's a weight off his shoulders.* @S «Thank you.» ItsyBitsySpyers 8:51 pm [[He cannot imagine where anyone would store that many offspring. She hardly looks as though she has room for the eight you mentioned, dragon, let alone fifteen.]] Knock 8:51 pm Better eat Canine Crunchies, Trogdor. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:51 pm @P: [[...Well. The commercial dogs sing, but those are animated.]] Smokescreen 8:51 pm Where do I get them though VProwl 8:51 pm @S «Good enough.» ItsyBitsySpyers 8:52 pm @OwnP: [[With more paint involved.]] Omicron 8:52 pm *big predacon peers in* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:52 pm [[...If they are going for stealth, that is not the vehicle for it.]] [[Nor for speed. Which, one would think burglars would prize.]] Specs 8:53 pm Small eggs don't often produce healthy offspring, at least not for us. *notices the predacon, and chirps* Hello, Ice Queen! ItsyBitsySpyers 8:53 pm [[Good evening, Ice Queen.]] VProwl 8:53 pm ... Why is this called 101 Dalmations if there are only seventeen? Omicron 8:54 pm *Icy nods to sound wave, coming in and settles down* Prowl 8:54 pm Using their own names. Foolish. Smokescreen 8:54 pm They can't count ItsyBitsySpyers 8:54 pm ((....THAT'S where I've heard the Nanny before. She be Madame Mim.)) Specs 8:54 pm ((!!! she is!)) Omicron 8:54 pm what's going on? *icy frowns* Swoop 8:54 pm ((omg I can only hear madame mim now)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:55 pm [[Perhaps the two grown dogs will breed more to replace the ones that were stolen.]] Specs 8:55 pm Hatchling theft. Presumably not to eat. Prowl 8:55 pm A documentary about a kidnapping. *addressing Icy* Knock 8:55 pm Wow, this was such big news it got two pictures and a big headline. Slow news time in London. Smokescreen 8:56 pm She sleeps in fur too? Knock 8:56 pm ((In the book she slept on ermine sheets ItsyBitsySpyers 8:56 pm [[...WHAT is in her head fur.]] Smokescreen 8:56 pm ... That's her hair, Sounds. Omicron 8:56 pm *big predacon tenses at kidnapping mention* what? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:56 pm [[Is she storing dynamite sticks...?]] Specs 8:56 pm Yesterday's dinner, by all appearances? Smokescreen 8:56 pm Probably for catching fur, Sounds. VProwl 8:57 pm The pink things? They're scrunchies. It's a kind of hat. Specs 8:57 pm *looks at smokescreen with some horror* I don't wear things like that! VProwl 8:57 pm They would have done better to break in through a window or back door, steal the dogs, and leave. Their crimes would still be known but there wouldn't be a witness who could recognize their faces and getaway vehicle. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:57 pm *Considers this.* [[He likes the ones that look like chevrons more.]] *He means hairbows.* [[They're familiar.]] Smokescreen 8:57 pm ?? Why not? It seems useful! I didn't know you guys could store stuff in your hair ItsyBitsySpyers 8:58 pm [[And they -are- particularly inept criminals, aren't they.]] Omicron 8:58 pm very Smokescreen 8:58 pm .... /He's giving out a woof/ Omicron 8:58 pm *mutters *none of my jobs are anywhere near that sloppy VProwl 8:58 pm *puzzled look* Chevron-shaped hats? I haven't seen any. Prowl 8:58 pm I suppose their mistakes will make finding the puppies much easier. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:58 pm *Places a picture of a big red bow on his screen and turns so Prowl can see.* VProwl 8:58 pm I suppose so. Oh! I see. Specs 8:59 pm *huffs* If I stored things in my fur, my fur would be disgusting. Smokescreen 9:00 pm Aww- would it be that bad? Knock 9:00 pm It's Jock! Smokescreen 9:00 pm Can I pet your fur? Knock 9:00 pm ((Watch for the part where Lady and Tramp show up in the street) Prowl 9:00 pm ((Pidge! Knock 9:00 pm ((THERE Smokescreen 9:01 pm LADY Prowl 9:01 pm ((Pidge was in the window at the pet store. Omicron 9:01 pm ((omg)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:01 pm =Alert everyone.= *Ravage scoffs.* =Dogs. Never heard of secret messages.= VProwl 9:01 pm ((were some of the dog designs recycled for oliver & company?)) Smokescreen 9:01 pm Man, I wanna be able to spread a message like this Omicron 9:01 pm ((I think so)) VProwl 9:01 pm If you're trying to put out an alert for a kidnapping, why would you want it to be secret? Specs 9:01 pm Consider it this way. Humans had to make hairbrushes. I come with one pre-installed *considering what smokescreen JUST SAID about his living quarters?* Ah, no. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:01 pm =She'll move.= VProwl 9:02 pm The humans can't understand them. Prowl 9:02 pm ((recycled from most of Disney's movies, yeah, including LatT Smokescreen 9:02 pm ... Ohhh, fine. Can you pet me? With your fur? Omicron 9:02 pm Racer: *tries to bark from icy's back* O,o pffft Smokescreen 9:02 pm !! /Smokescreen's gonna try and bark at Racer!/ Prowl 9:03 pm *startles at Smokescreen barking* Smokescreen 9:03 pm !! Sorry, Prowl. didn't mean to surprise you. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:03 pm =Hmm.= *Ears flatten back a little. Then forward.* =Don't blame them. Barely anything to understand.= Specs 9:03 pm *considers smokescreen dubiously for a moment. finally, she flies nearby and gives smokescreen a tap with her tail. she is VERY fluffy, like a fox. and she's immediately flying back.* Omicron 9:03 pm RAcer: *trying hard, but not loud to mimic the barks* Prowl 9:03 pm Hmm, it's fine, Smokescreen. Smokescreen 9:03 pm !!! /Whoa, how fluffy! Smokescreen wants to pet, but she's already gone./ VProwl 9:04 pm *he's not going to roll his optics. but he's thinking it.* Smokescreen 9:04 pm You know? I'm gonna grab a drink! You want anything, Prowl? Knocktopus? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:04 pm *Soundwave doesn't blame him. Ravage is very dear to him, and he's not fond of dogs either, but there are times when he wonders which hellhound ran off with Ravage's dinner as a young mech.* Specs 9:04 pm *loafs back up. she is fluffy and she knows it.* Prowl 9:05 pm I'm fine. *isn't going to make Smokescreen pay extra for her drink* Knock 9:05 pm I'd like one, please. Smokescreen 9:06 pm /He's hiding the covenant behind Knock Out, before going over, trying to grab three cubes. Just in case Prowl gets thirsty later!/ ItsyBitsySpyers 9:06 pm [[...He likes to think you are a far better investigator than that shaggy dog.]] [[But then, anyone could be.]] [][][]Spotted puddles.[][][] [[Hmph.]] =There. Cat doing the work, eh?= Smokescreen 9:07 pm w ItsyBitsySpyers 9:07 pm [[Primus.]] Specs 9:07 pm That's too many. Smokescreen 9:07 pm OH. Knock 9:07 pm Kid, they aren't 'little ones'. VProwl 9:07 pm He just woke up. Knock 9:07 pm They're exactly the same size as you. Omicron 9:07 pm Racer: *flops/falls the to ground, pops up. nope. nothing happened. he trailed after smeokestreen, food?* Prowl 9:08 pm Ah, there's your 101 if you include the other two. VProwl 9:08 pm Ah. That's where the other 84 are. Smokescreen 9:08 pm S Specs 9:08 pm *chirps at racer* Smokescreen 9:08 pm smack on the what Omicron 9:08 pm RAcer: *chirps back!* Smokescreen 9:09 pm /Smokescreen's trying to balance three cubes back to his spot, but will beep at Racer!/ Specs 9:09 pm *she was going to chirp at racer, but she saw someone MESSING UP FOOD and she's gotta snarl at the screen again* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:09 pm *Ravage hissssses.* Smokescreen 9:09 pm Don't eat cats! Specs 9:09 pm *the dragon hisses too* Smokescreen 9:10 pm Come on, be nice to that cat. He's just there. VProwl 9:10 pm ((now i want a sandwich)) Omicron 9:10 pm Racer: *following atfter Smokescreen, eyeing the engergon* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:10 pm =Bah! No cat is ever just there. All places, we go with purpose.= Smokescreen 9:10 pm /He's nooooot about to give it to racer- he's got the high grade!/ Smokescreen 9:10 pm I guess that's true! But sometimes, that purpose is that you're there 'cause you wanna be, right? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:11 pm =None of your business.= Smokescreen 9:11 pm Fair enough, Ravage. What's your purpose for being here, then? Omicron 9:12 pm Racer: *pouts, sniffs around quietly* Prowl 9:12 pm *amused hum at Ravage's non-answer* Specs 9:12 pm *turns her head to keep half an eye on Racer. gotta be sure the baby is okay* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:13 pm =Tending bar.= Smokescreen 9:14 pm ... This is pretty cruel Prowl 9:14 pm ...What was in that bottle? Smokescreen 9:14 pm Well- can I have some really nice high grade? Specs 9:14 pm *POOFED* Omicron 9:14 pm *Icy frowns at the woman on screen, her spines arching up* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:14 pm [[...Call the police on her own hired criminals? Does she WANT to be found out?]] =Pay first.= Smokescreen 9:15 pm ... /Offers half an eaten shanix?/ ItsyBitsySpyers 9:15 pm *Smacks it right out of Smokescreen's hand.* =No.= Prowl 9:15 pm She is high caste. *feels that explains it well enough* Smokescreen 9:15 pm /Leaning down to pick up the shanix/ Come on- that's all I've got. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:16 pm =Items?= Omicron 9:16 pm ((is is okay if racer sniffs at a prowl?)) Prowl 9:16 pm ((...which Prowl? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:17 pm [[...What kind of television show is this.]] Omicron 9:17 pm ((not sure)) Smokescreen 9:17 pm ... /He's going through his subspace, offering a magic anon coupon?/ ItsyBitsySpyers 9:17 pm *Ravage squints at it, reading. What's it do?* Prowl 9:18 pm ((There's Verdigris and mine. I think Racer knows Verd, ya? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:18 pm [[Bob is an uncle?]] VProwl 9:18 pm ((yeh)) Smokescreen 9:18 pm /It stops one effect of magic!/ ItsyBitsySpyers 9:18 pm ((I WAS WAITING FOR THREE WEEKS FOR THAT JOKE)) Swoop 9:18 pm ((omfg)) Specs 9:18 pm ((SLENDY PLS)) Omicron 9:18 pm ((yeah, but you mentioned wanting to meet him before?)) Prowl 9:18 pm ((I'm so sad my Prowl doesn't know about Bob because she'd say "not anymore" Omicron 9:18 pm pfft ItsyBitsySpyers 9:18 pm *Ravage paws the coupon off the bar and into his subspace. Smokescreen can have his drink.* Smokescreen 9:19 pm I was gonna give them to everyone after the banana night, but- I guess it worked out? Prowl 9:19 pm ((And yes, go for it, Icy ItsyBitsySpyers 9:19 pm =SHHH. Do not speak its name.= Smokescreen 9:19 pm /Smokescreen's taking three drinks. That coupon's gotta be worth three!/ Knock 9:19 pm Speaking of magic . . . still got that magic card deck, Soundwave? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:19 pm [[No.]] Knock 9:19 pm . . . oh. Prowl 9:19 pm Magic card deck? Smokescreen 9:19 pm ... Come on, was it that bad? It didn't get me at all. That was probably the most peaceful night I've ever had Knock 9:19 pm Given to someone else or destroyed? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:20 pm [[Nothing, Prowl.]]

[[Yes, it was that bad, and destroyed. Stop asking.]] Knock 9:20 pm Oh. I was kind of hoping that anything summoned by it would disappear once it was destroyed. Smokescreen 9:20 pm I'm glad it ended, at least. ... If you ever need more coupons, lemme know. Knock 9:20 pm . . . for the record, not the case. Omicron 9:21 pm good dogs, bare your teeth ItsyBitsySpyers 9:21 pm [[/Noted./]] VProwl 9:21 pm ... "Magic"? Smokescreen 9:22 pm Why do they have layers of pants, anyway? VProwl 9:22 pm *he's aware of the card deck, he got the memories from Scavenger. But "magic"??* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:22 pm *Soundwave rubs the center of his crest where the glowing space is and vents.* Specs 9:22 pm *winces* *oof, that would have set her straight on fire* Prowl 9:22 pm *frowns* Smokescreen. My Smokescreen, not you. He mentioned something about cards. Was he talking about that? Smokescreen 9:23 pm ... Oh yeah! Sounds, good news! I haven't heard anything about the DJD in my universe yet. To be fair- it's probably awkward considering you killed- So maybe that card was a dud or something? Knock 9:23 pm *gently puts a hand over SMokescren's mouth* Smokescreen 9:23 pm ... /Licks Knock out's servo/ Knock 9:23 pm . . . *removes his hand* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:23 pm *Smokescreen can have his three drinks. Ravage will allow it.* =I will.=

[[Probably.]] *Motions to the screen.* [[Is this so uninteresting you all would rather talk about something so boring?]] Knock 9:24 pm *drily* I wouldn't call the results boring at all. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:24 pm [[Then it's a good thing he never asked you.]] Knock 9:24 pm Actually, you just did. Smokescreen 9:24 pm /Smokescreen's coming back to his spot, offering a drink to Knock Out, and a drink to Prowl!/ Knock 9:25 pm *sighs and takes the drink* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:25 pm *He asked if the movie was uninteresting. Not for any opinions on the deck.* Knock 9:25 pm Thanks Trogdor. Omicron 9:25 pm *Icy's glad she missed the whole card thing, just watching her hatchling sniffing around a new person just in case to call him back* Knock 9:25 pm Say . . . you're a Predacon, aren't you? VProwl 9:26 pm *he just wants to know what this talk about so-called "magic" is. but all right, okay, he can take a hint.* Smokescreen 9:26 pm Just have everyone grab their tails ItsyBitsySpyers 9:26 pm *Prowl can ask in private. Soundwave doesn't want to answer out loud and encourage everyone to tell stories.* Smokescreen 9:26 pm Or walk in each others tracks! Then it'll just seem like one dog. They aren't very smart. Prowl 9:26 pm *she'll wait, she would like to know if these kidnappers are caught* VProwl 9:26 pm *too late, the hint's been taken.* Knock 9:26 pm Well, they are just dogs. Omicron 9:26 pm ...... *big, gigantic dragonic mecha critter looks at Knockout* .....no I'm a grounded seeker. *grins* Smokescreen 9:26 pm They're smart talking dogs, though. They're Disney Dogs. /He's chugging his drink, reaching to play with Knock Out's servo./ Knock 9:27 pm . . . and you have a sense of humor too! That's great! Sooo, do Predacons ever fight? Each other, I mean. For territory or . . . or anything. Prowl 9:27 pm *there is something sniffing around by her legs... too close. Prowl pulls her leg away from it* Knock 9:27 pm *slips his hand into Trogdor's* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:27 pm [[He feels your misery, small dog.]] Omicron 9:28 pm yes. More so between colonies if their both big enough on the same planet Prowl 9:28 pm At least it isn't acidic. Specs 9:28 pm At least the "collie" has sensible fur. *shakes out her own floofs* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:28 pm [[That would ruin the fur she wants, at least.]] [[Of course, it would probably destroy their flesh as well, but. Technicality.]] Knock 9:29 pm Would you be interested in a job? I could pay you in shanix or energon or . . . Well, what are you interested in? Prowl 9:29 pm Indeed. Smokescreen 9:29 pm Do you think- maybe I should ask you later, about, you know- /Squeezing Knock Out's servo./ !! A job? What kinda job are we talking about? Knock 9:29 pm *squeezes back* A job only a Predacon can do. Smokescreen 9:29 pm Oh.... .... OH. Knock 9:29 pm Right. Smokescreen 9:29 pm Oh yeah! Yeah, you should take it! Specs 9:29 pm ((afkjsafjsaghfa)) Omicron 9:29 pm *Icy tilts her head, she's listening, but won't do anything night now, not with a hatchling* Knock 9:30 pm _Basically_ I'm being bothered by a very unruly Predacon and I'm looking for a little mercenary help. VProwl 9:30 pm *without evidence to the contrary, he's going to have to assume that Soundwave was messing with someone but doesn't feel like continuing now.* Knock 9:31 pm And I thought, who better to fight a Predacon than a Predacon! So powerful . . . so primal . . . ItsyBitsySpyers 9:31 pm *Alas. Ruining his own reputation with silence.* Omicron 9:31 pm It would depend on the Predacon, Doctor. Being a queen only has so much clout in some words. non in others other then I'm big. Knock 9:32 pm Oh, this one isn't the talking type. More the fighting type. . . . possibly a little, you know undead. Omicron 9:32 pm ...? ............ Knock 9:32 pm . . . *focuses on the movie* Love these dogs. Smokescreen 9:33 pm Poor puppies Omicron 9:34 pm smart sire Smokescreen 9:34 pm I wanna do that soot bath Omicron 9:34 pm And you'll need to talk to me some more Doctor. *icy crosses her forelefs* Knock 9:35 pm Of course. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:35 pm *Has a tiny bristle at the word 'undead'. Clamps it down quickly.* Smokescreen 9:35 pm knocktopus wanna have a soot bath sometime VProwl 9:35 pm *... leans on soundwave* Knock 9:36 pm No. Smokescreen 9:36 pm Aww. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:36 pm *...Ohhhhhhh he feels guilty. Not too guilty to take the lean. But guilty.* Knock 9:37 pm Also, Trogdor, I used up all your wax. Smokescreen 9:37 pm Wait what Come oooooon Knock 9:37 pm *shrug* Smokescreen 9:38 pm Now how am I gonna be clean? ... How're you gonna be clean? Knock 9:38 pm You only bathe once a month. Smokescreen 9:38 pm SHH. Knock 9:38 pm Ah yes, that's the better question. Smokescreen 9:38 pm Don't say that out loud. Knock 9:39 pm Sorry, I didn't realize it was a secret. Specs 9:39 pm *too late. the dragon heard. and she's judging you.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:39 pm [[...Her headlamps look angry.]] [[Well. Looked.]] Prowl 9:39 pm *would wrinkle her nose if she had one* Smokescreen 9:39 pm ... /Dangit, he feels that judgement./ It's more like twice a month, you know. Omicron 9:39 pm ....... *Icy frowns, is ans has to be super clean on her ship* Smokescreen 9:40 pm initial d Specs 9:40 pm *the judgement continues* Knock 9:40 pm Cruella doesn't really get good comeupance, does she? I mean, is she even arrested? Smokescreen 9:41 pm she even gets a song ItsyBitsySpyers 9:41 pm [[There is a popular song shaming her by name. It's decent comeuppance.]] [[Humans she has never met will be mocking and making fun of her.]] Prowl 9:41 pm Mmhmm. *Prowl's paint is mostly white, cleaning is a daily thing* Knock 9:41 pm Since they don't know that she wants to skin dogs, won't they just think that the songwriter is mean? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:41 pm [[That is what going on talk shows and explaining the reasoning behind the song is for.]] *Puff.* Smokescreen 9:42 pm man their home's gonna be covered in soot Specs 9:42 pm *shudders* They're going to be filthy for years. VProwl 9:42 pm He'll need a few more hits before they start inviting him on talk shows. Smokescreen 9:42 pm NOW they've got a filthy house Knock 9:42 pm . . . but the humans don't have any proof that she even stole the dogs, do they? Prowl 9:42 pm Ugh. Smokescreen 9:42 pm Didn't she buy those ones legit? The other ones were stolen sure but Omicron 9:42 pm I don't think they do Smokescreen 9:43 pm ... A puppy farm they're having a puppy farm VProwl 9:43 pm (("where did all these puppies come from" "MY DOG GOT LAID SO MUCH")) Smokescreen 9:43 pm a puppy mill Knock 9:43 pm That sounds unethical. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:43 pm [[He's a talented music writer. He'll get more hits soon enough.]] Smokescreen 9:43 pm I'm pretty sure it is! VProwl 9:43 pm Then he'll have his chance. Knock 9:43 pm ((Incidentally, they end up buying Hell Hall as their new home. Smokescreen 9:43 pm those poor neighbors Omicron 9:43 pm I don't think it would be the same as that name smokescreen ItsyBitsySpyers 9:44 pm ((20 minute warning)) Smokescreen 9:44 pm I mean, it's a dalmation plantation. that's a farm thing. Just like a puppy mill AGAIN Windchill 9:44 pm (( What )) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:44 pm [[No, not again. The program glitched.]] Prowl 9:44 pm Once was enough. Smokescreen 9:44 pm soundssss Omicron 9:44 pm hmm Smokescreen 9:44 pm I could tell you a secrettt if you showed it 21 times with uhhh Prowl 9:44 pm *disapproves, none of the humans were even arrested for their crimes* Knock 9:45 pm Well, anyway . . . dogs were certainly more useful than humans in this one. Specs 9:45 pm *stretches* I'm going before anyone gets the idea of covering ME in soot. Good night, everyone. *except smokescreen, who does not take baths. ugh, she's going to have to use SOAP on her tail before she dares to lick it clean.* Smokescreen 9:45 pm All Dogs Go To Heaven in the middle ItsyBitsySpyers 9:45 pm [[Goodnight, dragon. Stay far from fireplaces.]] Knock 9:45 pm ((I'm going to go out and go back in because the image is glitchign like me *for me Omicron 9:45 pm Racer: *flopped on icy's tail* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:45 pm =We prefer What's New, Pussycat.= Smokescreen 9:45 pm With one It's not Unusual? ... Sounds, can I request some music? Prowl 9:45 pm ... Smokescreen 9:46 pm YES sounds I love you I will die for you Knock 9:46 pm ((Okay, back! Is it a black screen for everyone else? Omicron 9:46 pm ((not for me)) Prowl 9:46 pm ((Youtube video ItsyBitsySpyers 9:46 pm [[He will hold you to that.]] Knock 9:46 pm ((Ah. Welp. Smokescreen 9:46 pm .... Frag. Well. Worth it. Knock 9:46 pm ((Rabbit never wants to work for me. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:46 pm *It's recorded. It's binding.* Prowl 9:46 pm No, Smokescreen. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:47 pm [[Interrupt your own contract.]] Prowl 9:47 pm ((the up next song omg Smokescreen 9:47 pm ... Well, all I have to do it die for you eventually, right? That's all it is. Knock 9:47 pm My mate would like this song. Prowl 9:47 pm ((how does Ravage feel about Cats? Smokescreen 9:47 pm You should play it 21 times for him ItsyBitsySpyers 9:48 pm ((ravage probably loves it but i draw the line there)) Prowl 9:48 pm Please don't, Soundwave. Knock 9:48 pm Trogdor, he would love it all 21 times. If you don't believe me, try it when we get back. Omicron 9:48 pm ....yeah...no please Smokescreen 9:48 pm ... He really loves cats, huh? No, no, I'm good! Knock 9:48 pm He really REALLY does. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:48 pm [[He isn't -that- cruel.]] Smokescreen 9:48 pm ... You okay, Knocktopus? Hey- you should introduce him to Ravage. Knock 9:49 pm I don't know. Sure. Mmm, I don't know. Prowl 9:49 pm *Prowl would be the DAMN IT guy* Knock 9:49 pm I don't want him getting his face scratched off. Smokescreen 9:49 pm /He's siiiiinging/ Smokescreen 9:49 pm Come on, how bad could he be? Knock 9:50 pm He can be preeetty obsessive. Smokescreen 9:50 pm Well- that's weird me for you! Omicron 9:50 pm *Icy starts to hum to her hatchling to get Racer starting* Smokescreen 9:50 pm I'll get him a cat sticker later. Knock 9:51 pm Would you? That's very kind of you, Trogdor. Smokescreen 9:51 pm Sure! I've got a lot of stickers, anyway. Knock 9:51 pm I know we're imposing on you but, well . . . Smokescreen 9:51 pm Hey, who in here wants a sticker? Knock 9:51 pm I don't know where else to go. I would. Omicron 9:51 pm ((....I'm going to be listening to these songs all night now thanks)) Smokescreen 9:51 pm It's fine, Knocktopus! I hope my place is comfy enough for you. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:51 pm ((ah god i forgot it wasn't just visuals)) Smokescreen 9:51 pm I know it's... I know it's not ideal, but I want to do my best for you guys. Prowl 9:52 pm *shakes her head* No thanks. Knock 9:52 pm It's not so bad. Warmer than where we were. Smokescreen 9:52 pm Well- that's a pretty low standard. Knock 9:52 pm . . . yeah. I should record this song for him. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:53 pm ((i hear Jazz)) Smokescreen 9:53 pm I know- I know I've got kinda a problem with holding onto things. You don't gotta pretend it's not cramped. Prowl 9:53 pm *...so does Prowl* Knock 9:53 pm *smiles* Your alternate has quite a stockpile of things too. Only his are all related to puzzles. Or plants, lately. Smokescreen 9:54 pm Plants? Really? Weird! I know Tinybee likes plants- did he learn about it from him? Knock 9:54 pm I think so. Smokescreen 9:55 pm I've been meaning to clean up with Bee later- I've tried to clean up, but I never get anywhere. Knock 9:55 pm Maybe I can help? And I can replace the wax, if I can sneak into my place. Smokescreen 9:56 pm Yeah! That'd be awesome, Knocktopus. Be careful, though. I know there's a few deadly things in there? Knock 9:56 pm At least two, ha ha. Smokescreen 9:57 pm Like, old magic relics probably- there's a tranquilizer, but don't use it 'cause it's pretty deadly on most bots... Knock 9:57 pm Oh, your place--I thought you meant my place. I didn't realize you had things like that lying around. Smokescreen 9:58 pm yeah! Uh. The tranquilizer was a gift. Knock 9:58 pm . . . Smokescreen 9:58 pm I've never used it, but I don't really want to give it to anyone. And I definitely can't throw that out. Knock 9:58 pm Yes, you keep it. *pats his hand* Smokescreen 9:58 pm ... Is there any way we can hold onto the cubes, too? Maybe we can reuse them. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:59 pm ((five minutes)) Knock 9:59 pm The empty ones? Smokescreen 9:59 pm Yeah! Knock 9:59 pm ALL of them? Smokescreen 9:59 pm ... Yeah? Knock 9:59 pm . . . We'll see. Omicron 9:59 pm ((okay)) Knock 10:00 pm I don't get why you have junk like that lying around to begin with. Smokescreen 10:00 pm I can't just throw it out! Omicron 10:00 pm You need to make friends with a metrotitain Smokey. Prowl 10:01 pm What was that sound? VProwl 10:01 pm Which sound? Prowl 10:01 pm The tapping. Clicking? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:01 pm [[Ah. Human dancing.]] Smokescreen 10:01 pm hey let's send an email VProwl 10:02 pm Oh. Humans dancing. Smokescreen 10:02 pm A metrotitan? Haha- I don't know if any would want me near them. Knock 10:02 pm Why can't you throw it out? VProwl 10:02 pm Some of their shoes are hard enough to make tapping noises on the ground. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:02 pm ((Oh no. They're doing that thing where couples begin to sound alike.)) Prowl 10:02 pm How were they making the clicking sound? Were they holding something? *do human feet make clicking noises?* Smokescreen 10:02 pm If I throw it out- what if we need it later? Omicron 10:03 pm Storage? Prowl 10:03 pm Shoes. What are those? Knock 10:03 pm Why would you need empty cubes later? Smokescreen 10:03 pm What if I lose them, and- I don't know. What if I miss them? Prowl 10:03 pm ((tried so hard not to meme, did anyway Knock 10:03 pm . . . Smokescreen 10:04 pm ... Like, you've got a lot of stuff from long ago that you miss, right? It's like memorabilia. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:04 pm *This is a conversation Smokescreen and Knock Out will need to continue elsewhere. Soundwave's about to open a bridge.* VProwl 10:04 pm That's the armor they wear to protect their feet. Their feet actually look almost the same as hands, except the palms are elongated and the fingers are much shorter, and they're just as soft as their hands. So they wear foot armor for protection. Smokescreen 10:05 pm !! /Smokescreen's happy to get up, and wave goodnight to Round Prowl/ It was nice to see you! Come on, Knocktopus- let's just get some rest. Omicron 10:05 pm (I still have snakes to feed so if some want to derp and listen to music?) Knock 10:05 pm All right. Night, all! Omicron 10:05 pm (thank you for the scream!) VProwl 10:05 pm ... You were never stationed on Earth, correct? Prowl 10:06 pm No. I've never seen a human. Omicron 10:06 pm *the big predacon gets up aith racer and chirps a good night to soundwave* VProwl 10:06 pm They're more likable in movies. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:06 pm *Soundwave plays the chirp back and adds:* [][][]Goodnight.[][][] Prowl 10:07 pm They look a bit like Klingons, yes? *she's at least seen them and they're both tiny bipedal organics, right?* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:08 pm [[If Klingons contracted the bone virus.]] [[...And did not wear armor every waking moment of their day.]] VProwl 10:09 pm ... A bit, I suppose. But only as much like Klingons as like any other organic species with a similar body type. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:09 pm *Relieved to be alone with Prowl and... well, not so much relieved about the other Prowl, but they're not the -worst- company. They won't talk about undead Predacons and the summoning of.* Prowl 10:10 pm Klingons do wear fur sometimes. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:10 pm *Also, she's blind, so he can lean in and get as comfortable as he likes.* VProwl 10:10 pm I'd say humans look most like Nebulans, really, if we're going to compare aliens. Prowl 10:10 pm *she can still hear that, metal against metal is a very recognizable sound, but she'll choose to ignore it* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:11 pm *He could be scratching his leg. You don't know.* VProwl 10:11 pm *Has somehow never figured out that she's blind, so doesn't know why Soundwave is suddenly getting more cuddly. Sits up a bit straighter.* Prowl 10:11 pm I've never seen a Nebulan. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:12 pm *...Oh. Gonna just. Look up and question glyph it. Is he in trouble?*

*Because he sort of expected Prowl would figure that out before anyone else in the room, and doesn't know he hasn't.* VProwl 10:12 pm They look like... Well. Humans. Minus the pupils. ... And head fur. Prowl 10:13 pm *imagining smooth skinned Klingons forever* VProwl 10:13 pm *that's not wrong.* Prowl 10:13 pm I'll have to take your word for it. VProwl 10:15 pm *every question his alternate has asked about what's happening on screen, he's misunderstood as a question about human culture, not about what's visibly going on. so no, he hasn't figured it out.* *looks back at Soundwave blankly. what's the question glyph for? sends a question ping back. what what* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:18 pm @P: [[Why did you move?]]

*Ravage grumbles from behind the bar, still lapping at the rhubarbium.* =There is much you have not seen.=

[[Ravage.]]

=Humans, good reason, this building...=

[[RAVAGE.]] Prowl 10:19 pm *scowls in the feline bot's direction* VProwl 10:19 pm @S «There's still company.» VProwl 10:20 pm *puzzled look in Ravage's general direction.* Prowl 10:21 pm *a ping of gratitude to Soundwave for sort of scolding Ravage* *even if he is right* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:21 pm *Don't be too hasty. He was scolding Ravage for being nasty where the other Prowl could hear and judge them both, not for being nasty in general.*

@P: [[What she does not know probably won't hurt her.]] Prowl 10:22 pm *it's still better than before* VProwl 10:22 pm *If Ravage is trying to insult her intelligence—as is suggested by the second item in the list—then the third item is a... weird choice. Is he trying to up the insult by implying she's too dense to observe her surroundings, or is he suggesting she straight up can't see them?* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:23 pm *He multitasks.* VProwl 10:23 pm *And the puzzled look is back on Soundwave.* @S «... Hm.» *Well. SOUNDWAVE certainly isn't trying to imply that she's too dense to notice her surroundings, so that would suggest the latter, wouldn't it?* «I'd rather not.» Prowl 10:24 pm I don't need optics to know the layout of this building, Ravage. VProwl 10:24 pm *Well. That settles it.* *The things you don't notice when you spend your life determinedly avoiding optic contact with everyone around you.* Prowl 10:25 pm *the visor also helps* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:25 pm *Soundwave pings acknowledgment and sits up again, if reluctantly. If Prowl would rather not, he will behave accordingly. There's time enough later.* *Ravage just gives a dark chuckle and pushes the empty cube into the recycling machine.* =Goodnight, hm?=

*He'll pad toward the stairwell and upstairs, where there is peace and quiet. Sort of. The twins are off-duty right now. Close enough.* Prowl 10:27 pm The magic cards, Soundwave. Did Smokescreen see you about them? VProwl 10:27 pm *Now there's a much more important question. "Magic" cards.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:28 pm [[Oh, for Primus'...]]

*Ravage is definitely in trouble later.*

[[Fine. Yes. Yes, he did.]] Prowl 10:28 pm *also VProwl gets some respect for not being weird or nosy* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:28 pm [[As did a few dozen others. What of it.]] [[Elita investigated and found nothing wrong.]] Prowl 10:29 pm Hm, that explains it then. He was going on about me needing to watch out for Starscream when I go to Kaon. VProwl 10:29 pm Sorry, I've missed something here—"magic" cards? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:32 pm [[He's being ridiculous. It wasn't even our Starscream in the illustration.]]

*He's rubbing his crest again. Partly because Smokescreen, partly because he's trapped.*

[[A deck of them, yes. A greyface relic he was gifted some time ago. Drawing from it produces - /produced/ - unusual effects. Most of the time.]] VProwl 10:33 pm *skeptical squint* *... humor ping, question ping?* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:33 pm *Subtle helm shake. No, not a joke.* VProwl 10:33 pm ... """Magic""" cards? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:34 pm [[He can hear additional quotation marks in your voice, and he assures you he means what he said. In the sense that they must be called 'magic' because 'unexplained science cards' gets fewer volunteers.]] Prowl 10:35 pm That would depend on the mech, wouldn't it? VProwl 10:35 pm *good, he was trying to make them audible.* ... I'm going to need some more explanation. Prowl 10:36 pm This message has been removed. ((thank you, Cro ItsyBitsySpyers 10:37 pm [[It would hardly be interesting if he attracted a parade of Shockwaves and no-one else.]]

[[...As you wish. Where would you both like him to start.]]

*He can't lie to the one, and in speaking to them both, he is addressing the one, so he might as well ask them both.* VProwl 10:38 pm What are magic cards. Don't say "unexplained science cards." ItsyBitsySpyers 10:38 pm ((LMAO)) Prowl 10:38 pm That's a good place, yes. *she's going to have so many words for Smokescreen at this rate* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:41 pm *Oh, good. They agreed. That means less jumping back and forth for him.*

[[You recall the]] approaching a whisper [[banana?]] *Pause.* [[And what he said about the... the roaches?]] VProwl 10:41 pm *hesitates; then slowly, barely nods.* What do they have to do with each other? Prowl 10:43 pm I've read Ratchet's report. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:45 pm [[There is a species of creature in the multiverse that possess the ability to alter reality and fate in ways not unlike the you-know-what. In-person sightings are rare, but they are unafraid to make their presence known. They rarely trouble him these days, but when he first found the multiverse...]] Shakes his head. [[Becoming roach royalty was their doing. As were many other unpleasant incidents - and a few enjoyable ones, to be fair.]]

[[The relic was theirs, gifted to him some time ago. He does not know how it operated, precisely, but it had the power to make unusual things happen.]] Prowl 10:45 pm *they didn't mention roaches but Prowl's not going to derail to ask about that right now* *or Soundwave can kind of answer it anyway* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:45 pm [[One came to draw from it, in fact.]]

*That little grey doll-like being with sunglasses? That's on his visor now.* VProwl 10:45 pm *skeptical look intensifies* Prowl 10:46 pm This sounds like something Smokescreen would write. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:46 pm [[How DARE you.]] VProwl 10:46 pm It certainly sounds like something Smokescreen would believe. Prowl 10:46 pm *thank you* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:47 pm *Irritable huff.* VProwl 10:47 pm *Prowl has, thankfully, never been exposed to his writing.* Prowl 10:47 pm *She'll refrain from enlightening you* VProwl 10:47 pm *thank you* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:47 pm [[Ask Elita where she got her bow. Or Bevel, and /where the Star Saber went./]] Prowl 10:48 pm ...Bevel claims it was stolen. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:48 pm [[Bevel is lying. He has footage.]] [[Of every single card draw, in fact. That was why he asked for volunteers.]] VProwl 10:49 pm They /made you roach royalty/? They just... poof, and suddenly an entire alien species regards you as their lawful monarch, just like that? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:50 pm [[You watched every Predacon in that pit become you, and you question that?]] VProwl 10:50 pm *he's been trying very hard to forget.* Prowl 10:51 pm *pauses suddenly* This is the same magic that got you them back isn't it? That you said could bring Jazz back? VProwl 10:51 pm ... It was localized and temporary. It could have been a—a holomatter glitch. *oh and now we're on to necromancy. all right, cool, fantastic.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:52 pm [[No, it isn't. That was a ghost, and he's - never mind.]] *That isn't helping his case.*

[[It wasn't a holomatter glitch. The majority of this planet does not /have/ holomatter technology of that type.]] Prowl 10:52 pm *she has so many questions* VProwl 10:53 pm I was there with my projector, it could have come from me. That would explain why they turned into /me/. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:53 pm [[Explain why /he/ turned into you.]] [[Not that it wasn't a pleasant experience.]] Prowl 10:54 pm *pointedly ignores the last comment* VProwl 10:54 pm ... You've got a projector now, don't you? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:54 pm [[And he is fully capable of turning it on and off at will.]] VProwl 10:56 pm And I'm fully capable of not opening the Predacon avatar file in mine and yet there I was with it on, flopping around uselessly. It could have put out a localized signal that overrode our own access and turned the projectors on. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:57 pm *Soundwave huffs again. They're both going to think he's out of his mind, or else extremely gullible.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:59 pm [[...There was a card that caused Vehicons with matching paint jobs to arrive and seek the volunteer's company. Arcee and Tarantulas each picked it. So did Scavenger, but Scavenger's did not arrive. Did they come to him later?]] VProwl 11:01 pm No. Nor has anything else unusual happened to Scavenger. What do you mean "caused"? What—what happened, precisely? What's the process? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:03 pm *Damn. He thought if they had, maybe he could...*

[[/He doesn't know./ That is why he wanted volunteers. He wasn't going to draw from the thing himself. Sludge acquired a small fortune in energon cubes out of the ground itself only to have them blow up around him.]] *Hastily.* [[Which he /survived,/ by the way. Keep your handcuffs where they are.]] Prowl 11:05 pm The Vehicons could be down to good timing. However, the only people who could have stolen the Star Saber would need to be a Prime. Or have the limb of one, but Sentinel Prime's tomb has been undisturbed since Megatron broke in *she's ensured it* and Optimus' remains were smelted. No one else can lift it, let alone wield it. So either there is a rogue Prime in our universe, which is unlikely since we only had the one and he's dead. Or something else happened. VProwl 11:05 pm What do you mean, "acquired"? Be more specific—what /happened/? Did he draw a card, then spontaneously decide to pull out a shovel, dig five feet down, and find energon cubes? Did the cubes suddenly start raining out of the sky? Did a space bridge open up and a wagon full of cubes rolled through? What happened? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:07 pm *You know what he said about video? He's gonna play the one in question. And the ground literally cracks open to literally spew cube after PINK cube up out of itself in an unusually perfect formation.* *A card can even be seen in and then disappearing from Sludge's hand.* Prowl 11:08 pm What color is the energon? VProwl 11:08 pm Pink. Prowl 11:08 pm Our energon is blue. VProwl 11:09 pm *frowns, watching the video.* ... Could've been Primus? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:09 pm [[/Primus wouldn't summon an undead Predacon./]] *.....................Oops.* Prowl 11:09 pm He certainly has a sense of--here? VProwl 11:09 pm ... No, probably not. Prowl 11:09 pm *slightly panicked* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:10 pm *Vaguely scoff-ish.* [[Not here. It would have exploded. You know that. Wherever Knock Out lives.]] ItsyBitsySpyers 11:12 pm *He's digging himself a deeper and deeper hole. Pretty soon he'll be at the Core, and then he can just ask Primus to pull him the rest of the way into the Allspark.* Prowl 11:12 pm I would say it was Unicron but the deck would have exploded as well if it were infected. VProwl 11:12 pm Even Unicron can't make undead Predacons spontaneously appear. DID it spontaneously appear? Or did previously buried fossils suddenly animate. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:15 pm [[He wasn't there. He only has the brief recording he was given, and what Knock Out said tonight. And the appearance of the card. It was a fossil of a Predacon skull, and it... something about the sight of it made us both feel ill.]] [[He didn't know what to make of it until later, after Knock Out left.]] VProwl 11:17 pm ... What percentage of the cards drawn correlate with the sudden appearance of extremely unusual things or occurrence of extremely unusual events? Because—absolutely nothing of interest has happened to Scavenger. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:18 pm *Soundwave thinks and sorts through his files.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:25 pm [[45-50% had immediate effects. The rest either did not work or were proven to have delayed effects. He has not gotten reports from everyone who...]] *Soundwave goes still for a second. He worked out what happened to Bob. He'll just... not mention that right now.* [[From everyone who drew those.]] VProwl 11:27 pm *well. that's a high enough number that something definitely happened.* But—how? Prowl 11:27 pm *nothing's happened to her that can't be explained through other means* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:28 pm [[He can't tell you, other than it having been a trinket of greyface origin. He has no way to investigate it now, having burned it so it wouldn't spawn more corruption.]] ItsyBitsySpyers 11:29 pm [[It isn't the first item he received from them. It likely won't be the last.]] VProwl 11:29 pm You said "grayface" earlier too. That's—what? A species? Prowl 11:30 pm *nods* That seems wise. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:32 pm *...Grateful ping to his own Prowl. He wasn't expecting to hear that.*

[[As far as any of us who have been toyed with by them can tell. They rarely stick around long enough to answer questions. Taunting is more their style. Smokescreen could confirm that; he remains a favorite target.]] [[Nobody knows what else to call them. It is a common term based on their appearance.]] Prowl 11:33 pm The one here tonight? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:33 pm [[Yes.]] Prowl 11:33 pm *will remember to ask him about it next time they're both here again* VProwl 11:33 pm It's a poor descriptor. /We/ have gray faces. ... Well, most of us. Among those of us that have faces. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:34 pm *Nice catch, there.*

[[He didn't originate it. He just doesn't know what else to use.]] VProwl 11:35 pm So, they're aliens that possess technology so vastly superior to ours that we can't even begin to make sense of it as anything but flat-out magic, and they like to use it to screw around with us for—what—entertainment? ... All right, I suppose we deserve that. Prowl 11:38 pm We've certainly screwed around with plenty of other species and planets in our own way. *destroyed some* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:38 pm [[We do not deserve it. It is an understandable desire, but we don't.]]

[[He is surprised they have not gotten to the both of you before. Perhaps you scare them in a way he doesn't? Hmm.]] *Dismissive flick. He'll think about that later.* [[He hopes he has not directed them to you by speaking of them.]] Prowl 11:40 pm My exposure to the multiverse has been limited. I've been busy on our planet up until recently. VProwl 11:41 pm They're one of two things: conquerors or bullies. Conquerors would make a concerted effort to use their abilities to bring Cybertron to its knees, and that would include specifically targeting those with authority. Bullies would find amusing targets and needle at them endlessly. VProwl 11:43 pm From what you've described? They sound like bullies, not conquerors. The fact that they've taken a special interest in Smokescreen supports that. He's very bully-able. *as he knows from shameful personal experience.* Prowl 11:43 pm There are other ways to bring Cybertron to its knees than through conquest. VProwl 11:44 pm No, of course there is. But if their goal was conquest, bringing it to its knees would be a necessary step. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:45 pm *Is somehow very ruffled by the idea that he's bully-able and now resents the greyfaces for yet another thing. Who gave them permission to see HIM that way?* VProwl 11:45 pm It's not "if they're bringing it to its knees, they're trying to conquer," it's "if they're trying to conquer, they're bringing it to its knees" Prowl 11:45 pm The Quintessons claimed to want to help us as well, but these greyfaces don't seem able to decide if they're helping or hindering. Which is... *decides she doesn't trust these greyfaces in the slightest* I would need to observe them more but they don't sound well organized, whatever they are. VProwl 11:46 pm Which is what leads me to believe that they're bullies rather than conquerors. No organization, no goal, no logical progression of events. And I have spent most of my life working to make myself as boring a target to bullies as possible. So I don't think they'll suddenly find themselves attracted to me. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:50 pm [[They claimed a great many things when we went to that water-planet. They still couldn't have done half the things greyfaces have done to him. He would /almost/ prefer to deal with the Quintessons.]]

*Nods to the Prowl he's sitting with.* [[Good. Perhaps he should take lessons from you in that respect.]] ItsyBitsySpyers 11:54 pm [[But it grows late, and he does not care to recall all of those stories at this hour. Especially the transformations.]] *Shudder.* [[In any case, if you find out what Scavenger's cards did, please, tell him. And you - watch out for yourself.]]

*Don't think he missed that Smokescreen was warning PROWL to beware Starscream. Someone pulled for somebody else. Prowl 11:54 pm ...I suppose. At least I know how to deal with them. *she's surprised Soundwave is mentioning that when she was speaking specifically of the Age of Wrath* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:54 pm *Someone hasn't had time to go back to the Hall of Records and inspect the newest recoveries and submissions.* VProwl 11:56 pm *especially the WHATS now?* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:56 pm *You heard him.* Prowl 11:57 pm Of course. Will you forward me the recording of Smokescreen's card draw? *she won't be able to review it immediately, but it seems like a good idea to add it to her personal work pile* VProwl 11:57 pm *there is a vast gap between "hearing" and "comprehending"* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:58 pm [[He will send it in the morning.]]

*Prowl can always ask if he follows Soundwave upstairs, but Soundwave's not sure he can handle this much defying the laws of existence in one night.* Prowl 11:58 pm Thank you. VProwl 11:59 pm *Soundwave just said, specifically, that he does not care to recall those stories at this hour. So he won't ask. He'll just WONDER.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:59 pm *Ask in the morning, then. That's a different hour.* Prowl 11:59 pm *she'll get to her feet now and nod to them both* Good night, Prowl. Soundwave. Thank you for the... enlightening conversation. Yesterday ItsyBitsySpyers 11:59 pm [[He'd say you're welcome, but he doesn't think you meant that. Goodnight.]] VProwl 12:00 am Evening. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:02 am *Soundwave stands and massages the sides of his helm.*

[[He is in desperate need of either distraction or recharge. You're welcome to follow him if you like.]] VProwl 12:04 am Recharge, I think. *he follows.* ... Just—final check—this ISN'T some elaborate prank, right? ItsyBitsySpyers 12:09 am *Soundwave stops partway to the stairs and looks over his shoulder.*

[[He has not broken that rule yet and he is not about to start.]] VProwl 12:10 am Okay. Just—there was someone else here, I didn't know if... Never mind. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:10 am [[He is not fond of her, and does not trust her very well, but he was not pulling a prank.]] [[Come. We will get what rest we can.]] *And up he goes, going, gone.* VProwl 12:12 am *and he follows. not sure how much rest HE'LL get, but at least he's going to try.*

[dangerous-fiction]

Rules

The Host is a fictional character made up by @/markiplier 

“The host is speaking” is the tag which is for posts containing in character speech. (IC) “The other is speaking” is the tag where the admin, so me, is speaking. (OOC)

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The blog contains triggering content (tagged “trigger” cw) and nsfw (tagged ‘nsfw’).

Don’t start anything ‘nsfw’ if you aren't 18+ years old.

Be kind, respecting and understanding towards me, and I will be towards you!

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Name’s Cecil, hewwo He/Him please uwu

I’m German, have been roleplaying for 10 years now (since 2010), on tumblr since 2016.

I’m 21 years old as of 2020.

Please tag these blogs for me: doctordiscord123, discord-incarnate, bingiplierdaily, thomothysdoodles

I do not want to ever be spoken to about these blogs, nor be send things they posted.

Due to depression, I often have no ideas for roleplays. I want to roleplay!! Always!! With anyone and everyone!!

I just have no ideas

Never be afraid of sending me an ask or a message! I’m very nice, I promise! ;;

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Don’t spam. Ask in the IM/PM/DM if I haven’t gotten an ask -> I delete questions I don’t want to answer or have been in my inbox for too long

You can roleplay via asks as well, even on anon.

I don’t roleplay in the IM/PM/DMs, I might on Discord if you ask.

Don’t send in random starters in which my muse is abusive/an asshole without having asked me before hand.

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Tell me which verse or au you want for the starter, otherwise I’ll assume it’s normal verse, or even pick one at random.

No godmodding, no power play, metagaming or retconning, without talking between the admins/muns!

Metagaming will happen on this blog, since the Host’s powers are exactly that and he cannot turn them off.

Powerplay may happen as well, since it is also the Host’s power.

Write more than just one or two lines. I need something to work with, otherwise I won’t continue our thread.

I may accidentally drop a thread without saying anything, sorry if that happens! Just ask about it nicely.

Remind me to reply to a thread after at least a full day. -> Do not reblog the thread and tag me in it constantly. -> Do send me an ask or ask in the IM/PM/DM if I forgot our thread

I’m semi-selective with roleplays -> Don’t be afraid to send in starters, or anything at all! -> I take ages to reply to starters, and I’m sorry if I never answer yours.

I’m somewhat picky with OCs -> I don't mind OCs, but I may have a hard time roleplaying with them, so the chances are that if we roleplay, I may drop our thread very quickly.  -> If you’re OC is well made, I won’t mind at all! Feel free to try another roleplay though!

The blog is multi-verse and multi-ship! -> Verses can be found [here] -> I love shipping!!!! So feel free to try! -> Host is on the Ace spectrum, but not sex repulsed!!!!!

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What are all those weird words?

Powerplay: When someone directly affects the other person’s character with their own writing.

Godmodding: When the character’s abilities/actions don’t allow them to get into disadvantage. Also used as umbrella term for all other terms listed here. Also known as overpower/OP.

Metagaming: Using OOC knowledge in roleplay, particularly the knowledge the character is not supposed to know.

Retconning: Disregarding the previous events as if they never happened.

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Rules

The Host is a fictional character made up by @markiplier 

“The host is speaking” is the tag which is for posts containing in character speech. (IC) “The other is speaking” is the tag where the admin, so me, is speaking. (OOC)

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DON’T REBLOG ANY ROLEPLAYS IF YOU’RE NOT A PART OF THEM,  YOU WILL BE BLOCKED

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The blog contains triggering content (tagged “trigger” cw) and nsfw (tagged ‘nsfw’).

Don’t start anything ‘nsfw’ if you aren't 18+ years old.

Be kind, respecting and understanding towards me, and I will be towards you!

~~

Name’s Cecil, hewwo He/Him please uwu

I’m German, have been roleplaying for 10 years now (since 2010), on tumblr since 2016.

I’m 21 years old as of 2020.

Please tag these blogs for me: doctordiscord123 (and all her rp blogs), bingiplierdaily, thomothysdoodles

I do not want to ever be spoken to about these blogs, nor be send things they posted.

Thanks!

Due to depression, I often have no ideas for roleplays. I want to roleplay!! Always!! With anyone and everyone!!

I just have no ideas

Never be afraid of sending me an ask or a message! I’m very nice, I promise! ;;

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Don’t spam. Ask in the IM/PM/DM if I haven’t gotten an ask -> I delete questions I don’t want to answer or have been in my inbox for too long

You can roleplay via asks as well, even on anon.

I don’t roleplay in the IM/PM/DMs, I might on Discord if you ask.

Don’t send in random starters in which my muse is abusive/an asshole without having asked me before hand.

Don’t send in random starters in which I am required to write someone abusive/an asshole even if it isn’t my muse without having asked me before hand.

Tell me which verse or au you want for the starter, otherwise I’ll assume it’s normal verse (or even pick one at random).

No godmodding, no power play, metagaming or retconning, without talking between the admins/muns!

Metagaming will happen on this blog, since the Host’s powers are exactly that and he cannot turn them off.

Powerplay may happen as well, since it is also the Host’s power.

Write more than just one or two lines. I need something to work with, otherwise I won’t continue our thread.

I may accidentally drop a thread without saying anything, sorry if that happens! Just ask about it nicely.

Remind me to reply to a thread after at least a full day. -> Do not reblog the thread and tag me in it constantly. -> Do send me an ask or ask in the IM/PM/DM if I forgot our thread

I’m not really selective with roleplays -> Don’t be afraid to send in starters, or anything at all! -> If I like your starter, it will be replied to as quickly as possible <3

I’m not really picky with OCs -> I really like most OCs! As long as your OC isn't overpowered, I'll likely love them to pieces <3 -> I also love talking about OCs! If you wanna talk about your OC, or talk about my OCs, I welcome all <3 If I ever drop a RP, feel free to start another!

The blog is multi-verse and multi-ship! -> Verses can be found [here] -> I love shipping! There's pretty much no one I don't ship with Host!     But Host doesn't fall in love easily, so there's gotta be some chemistry!     Or, y'know, tell me you want to ship c: -> Host is on the Ace spectrum, but not sex repulsed!!!!!

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What are all those weird words?

Powerplay: When someone directly affects the other person’s character with their own writing.

Godmodding: When the character’s abilities/actions don’t allow them to get into disadvantage. Also used as umbrella term for all other terms listed here. Also known as overpower/OP.

Metagaming: Using OOC knowledge in roleplay, particularly the knowledge the character is not supposed to know.

Retconning: Disregarding the previous events as if they never happened.

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Discord for whoever may want to talk to me outside of tumblr

I will roleplay there as well, if you really prefer that.

SEND ME AN ASK OF WHO YOU ARE HERE ON TUMBLR I won’t accept requests unless I know who you are >:C

[blatherkatt]

Title: The Calm Is Terrifying When The Storm Is All You Know [Homestuck]

Chapter 20: Progress and Setbacks 

Summary: There were two kinds of trolls who went to Earth: rich shitheads with too much money and free time, and desperate assholes who couldn’t survive on Alternia, even with the best efforts of the young Condesce. Karkat hated the planet almost immediately, but with his home planet too dangerous for mutants, he really didn’t have any choice but to hide out on this weird little diurnal planet. At least he’d be safe. Or so he thought, right before blundering his way into an accidental friendship with the son of an anti-troll terrorist.

Rating: M

Chapter Warnings: Mentioned/implied abuse; Illustrated, Pesterlogs (sort of) 

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It was a bit of a long shot, Kanaya supposed, but it was worth trying, at least.

The same query on her usual Alternian search engine of choice had been remarkably unhelpful. Over the past few days, she’d been working through a great deal of sites, seeking out any information she could find. She’d had very little luck. Most results seemed to be store pages for various novels (many of which she had already read, and two of which she had splurged a bit and purchased to read later. Just because she was a drinker now didn’t mean she’d lost all interest in her favorite books, after all). In the few cases of sites claiming to be nonfiction, the sites were…clearly of poor repute. Mostly because of the advertisements. So far, she’d allegedly won about fifteen Grubpads, seen three ads stating, “Cholerbears? In my recupracoon? It’s more likely than you think,” and had given up counting the number of ads promising some miracle cream that could “Grow your bulge A WHOLE TWELVE INCHES!”

Some of that last variety had had pictures.

Kanaya was very, very glad that she was researching her new condition alone in the comfort of her room.

She did feel it pertinent to find answers as quickly as possible. Her craving for blood hadn’t gotten worse, thankfully, but it hadn’t gotten better, either. It was a bit of a nuisance, really; a constant distraction that she could ignore for the most part but which nonetheless was a drain on her energy at times. Her new senses didn’t help much. She was constantly aware of the pulse of anyone within a certain range of her, and for the humans in particular (who, as she’d discovered on her first night transformed, had much thinner skin than trolls) it often became hard not to be VERY conscious of the thick vessels in their throats.

On top of that, she’d apparently become much more stealthy without even noticing, if the several times over the last few days she’d accidentally startled poor Dave were anything to go by. She really didn’t mean to, and frankly was surprised that it was possible at all to sneak up on him or anyone really now that she was lit up like a florescent sign over a seedy drinking establishment, but somehow it just kept happening.

And she was worried. The lack of change in her desire for blood perhaps indicated that no, she did not absolutely need blood to survive, but then again it might also just mean that her metabolism had slowed to accommodate rare feedings. She really hadn’t been hungry in general, not very much. (She’d tried eating a bit anyway, and found that regular food tasted a bit…blander than it used to, but she’d had no difficulty in actually eating it. That was a good sign, probably. She hoped. Please, please let it be a good sign.) She just…wanted some answers. Wanted to know if she was going to be a danger to those around her, if there were precautions she’d need to take, et cetera and so forth.

Alternian internet had failed her in this regard, and so, she had turned to Earth’s internet.

Oh, but perhaps she should instead search for ‘Vampire’ rather than ‘Rainbow Drinker?’ But vampires were so different, hm…well, if this didn’t work, she’d try the Earthen search term, instead.

The first few results she got were unhelpful, albeit in very different ways compared to her attempts on the Alternian search engine (goodness, humans were creative with their soporifics!), but the fourth one she tried seemed immediately promising.

It was some sort of conversation site, it seemed? It had a variety of different topics, and the one she found herself on hosted several such links with various strange titles alluding to what Kanaya could only assume were Earth’s own creatures of mystery — beasts with names like ‘werewolf’ and ‘dragon’ and several posts centering around vampires. To Kanaya’s delight, though, one such title read “Damnéd Meeting of the Rainbow Drinkers of the Dark Lake.”  

Clicking this led her to a page full of text, which seemed a bit…odd, at first, compared to her own experiences thus far, and many experiences described seemed excessively well narrated (often in third person, for some reason?), but this was nonetheless her best lead so far, and so, after a rather tedious process of making an account, she responded.

Admin fenrirsfavebitch posted topic: “Damnéd Meeting of the Rainbow Drinkers of the Dark Lake”

The night is cool. Beneath a pitch-black sky, a dark mirror of a lake lies undisturbed. The only light to grace the night is that of those who gather to meet on this, the Day of Gathering. Each glowing brightly, like a deep sea fish seeking to draw in prey, equipped with sharp fangs and razor claws, far more frightening than any of the great alien beasts that lurk upon their home planet. But this is not their home planet, nor is it entirely ours; this is the domain of they who would strike terror into the hearts of man and troll alike, who do not fear the light of day, who walk with silent feet and prey upon those foolish enough to enter their domain.

Dare you enter the realm of the rainbow drinker?

((It’s official: We got a new monster on the site! Thanks to Xenoph1l1a for the help with Alternian folklore to make this possible; you can check out her profile for links to the info she was able to gather. Remember, guys, keep this one PG! Take any fun stuff to private chat *wink*! Also, xX_Scarlet_Devil_Xx, I mean it, stop godmodding or you’ll eat another ban.))

xX_Scarlet_Devil_Xx responded to fenrirsfavebitch: [post deleted]

Admin fenrirsfavebitch responded to xX_Scarlet_Devil_Xx:

((welp. that didn’t take long.))

DalvThePenetrator responded to fenrirsfavebitch:

The journey had been a long, hard, hungry one, but at long last, Tallon saw his destination. The powerful troll flexed his glowing claws and stalked out from the shelter of the trees, throwing his aloof gaze across the clearing. He’d tried his best to clean himself off from his last meal — some poor foolish traveller few hours prior — but hints of bloodstains still lingered about his mouth. A pity; he was hoping so dearly to make a good impression.

After all, he hadn’t come here just for some silly meeting. No, Tallon was here for one purpose and one only — and he would only be leaving when a very different kind of hunger had been sated.

fiftylizardsinatrenchcoat responded to DalvThePenetrator:

This had been a mistake, Kyriee realized. Local legends in his town had said that one could earn a great favor from rainbow drinkers by doing them a service, but this first one he spotted was huge. There was no way the tiny troll could survive an encounter with such a no doubt vicious person of such size. No doubt the man would immediately suck him dry before he even had the chance to offer to do whatever favor was asked of him.

Still, there was something…alluring about him. Scarcely aware of the actions of his own tongue, he spoke, calling out to the man before him.

“H-hello? I come to, um. To offer my services.”

DalvThePenetrator responded to fiftylizardsinatrenchcoat:

Tallon’s head snapped toward the voice. He’d been aware of the troll in the brush for some time now, his senses far too keen not to notice, but he always enjoyed toying with his prey. Not that this one would be of the usual type. As the troll spoke, a devilish grin split his face.

“Seeking a boon, are you?” he sneered. “Your services shall indeed be taken, then. And I shall deeply enjoy them.”

((meet me in PMs babe ;D))

fiftylizardsinatrenchcoat responded to DalvThePenetrator:

((oh bby u3u~~))

Firebrand_The_Golden responded to fenrirsfavebitch:

Folding his great wings to his sides, Firebrand flexed his claws into the loose sand of the lake’s beach. This…was not where he had planned on landing. That storm truly had blown him off course. With a snort, and a shake of his great head, he glanced about.

Surrounding him were sparsely spread but ever-increasing glowing beings. He blinked, confused. Far too big to be fairies, they were, and yet glow they did. What in the world had he stumbled upon? And why did some of them smell so strongly of blood…?

GrimAuxilitrix responded to Firebrand_The_Golden:

Wait Are Wings A Typical Thing Or Am I Missing Something

God Im So New At This

Admin fenrirsfavebitch responded to GrimAuxilitrix:

((Hey there! I don’t know if you’re asking ooc or ic. If you’re in character, you should add in some narration and put dialogue in quotations, and if this is ooc you should put it in double parentheses to indicate that. Also, um, this particular event ended about a week ago; you’ll have to find a new one. As for the wings, don’t worry; Firebrand is a dragon. He just likes to get involved in events.  Welcome to Mysteries of the Night!))

GrimAuxilitrix responded to fenrirsfavebitch:

I Dont Understand What Some Of The Words You Are Using Are

What Is Ooc Or Ic

Why Is The Dragon Able To Type The Only Dragon I Have Met Is Incapable Of Speech

Admin fenrirsfavebitch responded to GrimAuxilitrix:

((Okay, um. I’m just gonna PM you.))

GrimAuxilitrix responded to fenrirsfavebitch:

What

After a moment, her husktop emitted a small, high-pitched beep. It took several seconds of scrolling around to notice a small rectangle had emerged at the bottom of her computer window, and was slowly flashing between orange and black. Clicking it drew out a tiny text window.

fenrirsfavebitch: aaaand you responded in the forum again. okay. um.

fenrirsfavebitch: hopefully you can find the pm box that just opened up

GrimAuxilitrix: What Does Pm Mean

fenrirsfavebitch: hoo boy. you really are a newbie, huh?

fenrirsfavebitch: pm means private message, what were doing right now!

GrimAuxilitrix: Oh

GrimAuxilitrix: Sorry Computers Are Not My Strong Suit

GrimAuxilitrix: Neither Is Being A Rainbow Drinker That Is A Very Recent Development As Well

fenrirsfavebitch: thats alright! were a very newbie friendly forum.

fenrirsfavebitch: theres lots of newer events and posts for you to respond to!

fenrirsfavebitch: i can definitely show you the ropes and teach you how it works, too

GrimAuxilitrix: Oh Thank God

fenrirsfavebitch: any questions you wanna start out with?

GrimAuxilitrix: Well First Of All Do You Know If The Blood Drinking Thing Is Mandatory

fenrirsfavebitch: not at all!

GrimAuxilitrix: Phew

fenrirsfavebitch: you dont have to do anything you dont want to! its all in good fun.

fenrirsfavebitch: you dont even have to be a rainbow drinker or a vampire if you dont want to. theres loads of creatures to choose from, and youre welcome to have multiple characters!

GrimAuxilitrix: Wait What

fenrirsfavebitch: just make sure you give each character their own profile on your main page, which i can also help you with.

fenrirsfavebitch: also i know i already said this on the forum but i really do wanna stress that you need to think of your posts as bits of a story told in the first person. we’re a formal rp site, you gotta make sure any dialogue is put in quotations and you describe your actions.

fenrirsfavebitch: we do have a chat room for more casual play, if thats more your style, though! up to you.

GrimAuxilitrix: What Do You Mean Characters

fenrirsfavebitch: …you dont know what a character is?

GrimAuxilitrix: No I Know What A Character Is But What Do They Have To Do With This Conversation

fenrirsfavebitch: everything?? theyre kind of the entire point of this site.

GrimAuxilitrix: I Thought The Point Of This Site Was And I Quote

GrimAuxilitrix: A Place For The Creatures Of The Night To Gather

GrimAuxilitrix: And While I Have Never Been Much Of One For Night Time

GrimAuxilitrix: It Does Not Change The Fact That Im Really New To This Rainbow Drinker Thing And I Need Help

fenrirsfavebitch: haha. okay uh. you can drop the act here

fenrirsfavebitch: this whole conversation is ooc

GrimAuxilitrix: Its What

fenrirsfavebitch: out of character! like. were actually just talking, one on one

GrimAuxilitrix: Why Would That Ever Not Be The Case

fenrirsfavebitch: because

fenrirsfavebitch: oh.

GrimAuxilitrix: I Thought That Was Obvious That We Are Talking One On One

GrimAuxilitrix: I Dont Understand Any Of This Please

fenrirsfavebitch: oh my god.

GrimAuxilitrix: Everything Is Very Confusing And I Havent Been Able To Find Any Help

GrimAuxilitrix: I Didnt Plan On This At All But Its Happened And I Dont Know What This Is Going To Mean

fenrirsfavebitch: oh god youre serious

GrimAuxilitrix: Yes?????

GrimAuxilitrix: I Would Say My Situation Is A Serious One Yes

fenrirsfavebitch: um.

fenrirsfavebitch: i dont know how to tell you this but uh

fenrirsfavebitch: this is a rp forum

GrimAuxilitrix: What Does Rp Mean

fenrirsfavebitch: roleplay

GrimAuxilitrix: Oh

fenrirsfavebitch: like. were all just pretending to be characters for fun

fenrirsfavebitch: were not.

fenrirsfavebitch: no one here is actually a vampire or a dragon were just pretending to be to entertain ourselves

GrimAuxilitrix: God

GrimAuxilitrix: Damn It

Rose had to admit, Karkat’s advice really was proving invaluable. His suggestions were surprisingly minor, she thought, in relation to how frightened Dave often seemed, but they were definitely helping. Change was gradual, but it was noticeable, now, instead of the tectonic crawl of a thing it had been before.

Already, Dave was less likely to leave a room when she entered. That alone was a joy. He still did excuse himself sometimes, of course, and he always at the very least stumbled in conversation when she entered, but it was such an improvement from the silent stare and mumbled farewell he’d always had before. He’d even sought her out a couple times, in the week and a half since the attempted kidnapping.

He still seemed to be pushing boundaries, too; when he spent time around her, he seemed cautious, like he wasn’t sure if he was breaking a rule or not. Karkat had told her to just ignore that. It wasn’t easy not to comment on some of his nervous behaviors, and in truth it did hurt that he was still so nervous around her (although she supposed that was likely her fault in no small part), but…just as with his minor jumps and reactions to movement, ignoring the cautious behavior also seemed to encourage him. He’d relax over the course of a conversation, slowly settling in, and it seemed that it took him a bit less time to unwind every time they spoke, too.

Today, Dave and both of the trolls were in Rose’s room. (Apparently, Dave was more comfortable in a place with only one entrance or exit than he was in the much more open living room — Rose was a bit confused, because she also understood that Dave grew nervous when cornered, but any attempts to ask Dave about it had resulted in Karkat silently warning her to drop the subject, and in Dave twisting out of the conversation in any way he could.) They’d been chatting about nothing in particular, with Rose working on her knitting and the trolls arguing gently about one of the books they’d both read.

At one point, however, Dave froze, staring out the window.

“No fuckin’ way,” he muttered. He stood and darted to the window, his shoulders stiff. “Holy fuck, it is, what the fuck!”

“Uh, Dave?” Karkat asked. Dave didn’t respond, instead shoving the window open and leaning out.

“Hey! Yeah, you, asshole! Fuckin’ — what the actual shit are you doing here?!”

Rose shared a nervous look with Kanaya. “Dave, who are you talking to?” she inquired, unable to keep the mounting worry out of her face. Was it another of Derek’s men? She would have expected fear rather than anger, were that the case, but could think of no other explanation.  Karkat had gotten to his feet, evidently equally concerned.

“What’s going on?” he asked, his voice trembling ever so slightly.

“Fuckin’ Redeyes goddamn followed me here from Texas!”

Karkat let out a heavy breath, his shoulders slumping with relief even as he geared up for an angry outburst. “You have got to be fucking kidding me, Dave,” he started. “Seriously? You had me thinking there was something dangerous out there. Also, bullshit, there’s no way it’s the same fucking dumbass squawkbeast you told me about.”

“It is, though! I’d know his feathery brainless asshole anywhere, that sunuvabitch — Yeah, I’m talking about you, motherfucker! Don’t you caw at me, I’ll fuckin’ — Shove off!” Dave turned back to shout out the window again as Karkat rubbed his temples.

“Who, or rather, what exactly is this ‘Redeyes,’ Dave?” Rose asked, as firmly as she could manage.

“Fuckin’ asshole crow is what he is,” Dave said, and Kanaya’s posture relaxed as Karkat’s had. She rested her face in her palm. Dave continued, “Fuckin’…he’s only the reason we’re all in this whole mess, stole my fucking sandwich and ruined goddamn everything and I hope you’re fuckin’ proud you future fuckin’ featherduster!”

Rose raised an eyebrow and stood, nudging Dave over so she could see for herself. It took a moment to spot, as it was a good distance away, but she did after a few moments see a black corvid sitting in the branches of a nearby tree.

“Dave,” she said, “it’s probably just a random crow. I sincerely doubt it’s one specific bird.”

“No, man, listen,” Dave said, pulling back into the room fully, “When you’ve been mobbed by crows as often as I have, you get real fuckin’ good at telling them apart, and I’d recognize that particular asshole anywhere. I mean, he’s kind of crow recognition easy mode, he’s a runty little thing with, you know, red eyes, which is kinda where the name comes from, and he’s got three scars on his chest like a cat got at him, but. Look, I know what I’m about here, that’s goddamn Redeyes!”

Rose looked out again.

“There is no way,” she stated, calmly, “that you can make out that kind of detail from this distance.”

Dave huffed. “It’s him,” he insisted, “I’m telling you! That fuckin’ asshole and some buddies stole my fuckin’ sandwich back in Houston and it started this whole goddamn mess, just — just ask Kanaya, she knows what I’m talking about!”

Kanaya sputtered. “Wait, are you insinuating that’s the same creature I scared away from you back in the park?”

“Yes!!” Dave said. “Fucker’s always been the ringleader in the Harass Dave Crow Squad, dunno what the fuck he’s got against me but apparently he’s got enough beef to follow me all the way from fuckin’ Texas!”

Rose raised both her eyebrows and glanced around. “Okay, as fascinating as your theory is,” she said, “I think I’d like to know what exactly you’re all talking about. The full extent of detail I’ve heard of the events of your recapture, Dave, was something about Karkat having been kidnapped.”

“Yeah, and that entire shitstorm happened because of that son of a bitch right the fuck there!”

“Dave. Please, for the love of all things decent, not this shit again,” Karkat whined.

“No, okay, we’re setting this shit straight right here and now, alright? That fucker and some of his pals mobbed me in a park, and stole my goddamn sandwich, and I hadn’t eaten since the day before so I was really hungry, so I went to where I was supposed to be through the mall instead of from the outside so I could get a damn snack bar and not pass the fuck out, and that’s why Karkat saw me, and here we fuckin’ are!”

“So…you kidnapped Karkat because of a crow.”

“Yes!”

Kanaya was snorting laughter behind her hand, trying and failing to keep her composure.

“And that same crow followed you all the way here. From Texas.”

“I mean, when you say it like that, it sounds really fuckin’ stupid, but. He did. Because he’s here.”

“Dave.”

“He’s got a fuckin’ hard-on for makin’ my life miserable.”

“Dave.”

“Goes out of his fuckin’ way to be a pain in my ass to get his avian jollies off. He’s the bird equivalent of those stereotypical bullies from nineties movies with nothin’ better to do than to pick on the main character ‘cuz the writer can’t think of a better way to make you feel bad for their precious lead dude. How do I get the audience to care? Shove the kid’s head in a toilet, steal his lunch money, there we go. Except this asshole ain’t got a writer to blame, he’s just a fuckin’ jerk who likes picking on me specifically. The point is, the crow’s a goddamn asshole.”

“Sure he is,” Rose said. Kanaya gave up the ghost and gave in to helpless laughter.

A few days later, Rose was awoken sometime in the early hours of morning by a rare, distressing dream — it had been years since she’d last been so deeply pulled from slumber by anything resembling a nightmare. Unable to recall her dream, and frustratingly aware that she wasn’t going to get back to sleep, Rose decided to retreat to the observatory. If rest would insist upon eluding her, then at the very least she could enjoy the sunrise.

She was very surprised to discover that her twin was already there.

He was watching her enter the room, in fact, his covered eyes watching as she crept up the stairs. She almost didn’t notice him. He was sitting across from the stairway, leaning against the window; she only picked him out in the dark by the light from the windows, and even then only when he gave her the slightest of nods and turned his face toward the outside.

Collecting herself just in case she’d indicated any of her being startled, she strode over toward him (keeping in mind what both Karkat and Roxy had said about being a bit noisy around Dave as she did so) and sat next to him.

After a minute or so of quiet, she asked, “Any particular reason why you’re in here at this hour?”

Dave scratched his cheek. “It’s, uh. It’s a little cold out to be on the roof, I guess,” he said. “Couldn’t sleep.”

“The roof? Do you go up there normally?” Rose raised an eyebrow, fixing him with an odd look. What on Earth could cause that? The only instance of Dave being on the roof she could think of was the misadventure after the time Jaspers had stranded himself up there.

“I mean…I dunno, Rose, I hung out on roofs a lot back in Texas,” he said, rolling his shoulders and sitting back a bit. “It’s a habit at this point. You don’t gotta psychoanalyze every weird fuckin’ thing I do, come on, some shit doesn’t need a reason.”

“It’s just such an odd place to be,” said Rose.

“For you, maybe,” Dave said. “I grew up in apartment buildings. Roof was the only place with enough room for things like sparring, and when that wasn’t going on it was, y’know, quiet. And marginally less choked out with smoke and city smells.”

“Ah,” said Rose. Something about Dave’s posture made her think that he wanted to change the subject, and in truth, that answer was enough to sate her curiosity. “I can’t sleep, either. I thought I might as well see the sunrise if Morpheus is so set on refusing me any peace.”

Dave snorted. Another period of quiet followed, broken only by the distant sound of crickets.

“Why spend the whole night out here?” Rose asked, finally. “We’ve got a perfectly comfortable pair of couches downstairs. I like the observatory fine, but it’s not exactly a comfortable room to be in.”

Dave shifted awkwardly. “I fuckin’…I dunno, Rose, the living room makes me nervous,” he said. “Don’t fuckin’ break out the psychology text books on me on that one, it’s just not a place I like to be.”

“You mentioned back when you first got here that it was big,” Rose said. “Is it related to that?”

He sighed, and muttered something about ‘nosy broads’ before answering, “Yeah, pretty much. If you really gotta know, it’s because there’s about a million different angles to get attacked from down there. It’s like fuckin’ ambush city, and I just walked in the room with a fuckin’ kick me sign hangin’ round my neck. There’s furniture everywhere, hallways and doors, an entire upper floor with even more doors, loads of places for someone to be hiding in or come roaring out of to keep track of, it’s…it’s fuckin’ overwhelming being down there with a full house. I mean, I know, I get it, ambushing isn’t a thing you guys do here, but I can’t help my instincts, and my instincts tell me that I gotta keep an eye out for every single point of attack.”

Rose paused. “I thought you don’t like getting cornered,” she said carefully. That was something that she’d discovered a few days earlier, when Dirk had accidentally positioned himself in such a way that Dave was trapped with his back to the corner formed by the fridge and the kitchen counter. Dirk hadn’t noticed that anything was wrong until he’d moved out of the way, but as soon as he did, Dave had bolted upstairs and barricaded himself in his bedroom.

“There’s a difference between that and this,” he said, shoving his shades up into his hair. “Getting cornered means the other guy has the advantage, it means I can’t maneuver out of there, it means zero places to escape. Too many places to escape means lots of places to get attacked from, but only one entrance or exit means that the person on the inside has control, because there’s only one place that people can come from. Plus, that door’s noisy as hell, and the walkway in creaks like a motherfucker, and the stairs are even noisier. And on top of all that, there’s barely anything in here for someone to hide behind, so I don’t gotta worry about anyone already being in here, either. Not to mention I got the high ground on anyone trying to get in. This place is defensible as shit.”

“…Do you always think like this?”

“Pretty much, yeah.”

(She found herself thinking back to an earlier conversation with Karkat, only a few days prior — she’d brought up Dave’s tendency to freeze at her slightest movement, even if he’d seemed totally relaxed, and she was across the room.

“Look, Rose,” Karkat had said, “You have to remember, Dave’s spent a lot of his life living like a hunted animal. Imagine the tiniest, most pathetic hopbeast in the world, sitting in the snow trying to keep a constant lookout for predators. What it looks out for are small noises and sudden movements, because those are going to be the only warning it has. It doesn’t matter if that noise or sudden movement turns out to be another harmless hopbeast, his reaction’s gonna be to flip out and brace to run. That’s Dave. Dave is the hopbeast. I mean, okay, Dave doesn’t run very often, he just braces, but — look, my fucking point is, it’s a reflex. That’s all it is. Don’t draw any attention to it. He’ll get used to you moving around eventually, and the reflex’ll probably fade a little over time as he adjusts to the idea that not every tiny fucking movement in his peripheral vision means a possibility of danger anymore.  But for now, he’s super fucking tuned in to this shit, and you gotta remember that it’s not actually your fault. It’s just how he is.”

The comparison to a hunted animal seemed stronger than ever, now.)

“That sounds…exhausting,” Rose said. “Being that aware of everything, all the time, constantly calculating the strategic value of every single place in the house.”

“I mean, yeah,” Dave shrugged, “That’s kinda why I hang out in my room so much. It’s the one place I have the most control over, you know?”

“Of course,” Rose said, mentally sending her cousin a prayer of thanks. Roxy had told them early on that one of the consensuses from her research on trauma and child abuse forums had been that it was absolutely vital to respect Dave’s privacy, and so even though Rose hadn’t liked it, they’d all agreed that no one was to go into Dave’s room without permission. Evidently, it had paid off.

A thought occurred. “I’m not bothering you right now, am I? If you want to be alone, I can leave.”

“Don’t —“ Dave said, abruptly, then seemed embarrassed. Coughing lightly into his hand, he tipped his sunglasses back over his eyes, and, more calmly, said, “I mean, uh, no, you’re fine, honest. I was actually thinking about seeing if Karkat’s awake before you came in. Gettin’ kinda lonely, yanno?”

Rose allowed herself a small smile. “Well, you’ll just have to make do with me, instead,” she said, “psychoanalysis and all.”

“I mean, I don’t…mind it that much, honestly, I’m.” Dave said, his hands fidgety as if literally grasping for words. After a moment of thinking, he spoke again. “Don’t…mention any of this to Mom, okay?” he begged. “I don’t want to make her feel bad, but I can’t help it.”

“I’ll not breathe a word of this to anyone,” she promised.

He heaved a grateful-sounding sigh.

“I really…don’t remember her at all, I think. I have some…some vague shit that I can’t tell if it’s memory or imagined, general mother-ish stuff that I think I just picked up from seeing moms on tv, but I don’t remember her. A-and I could sort of remember Dirk, but like, just his face, sort of. Even that was fuzzy, and I couldn’t remember his name at all — I think I remember some vague shit with him? Like. Maybe just a sort of presence with a face attached, in the background of memories, I think once he yelled at me for trying to climb a tree and nearly breaking my fuckin’ leg. You…you’re honestly the only one I had any concrete memories of, you know?”

“I…I guess,” she said. “I don’t have any trouble remembering you, but to be fair, Mom spoke about you all the time, as did Dirk to a lesser extent, and we had photos and the odd video clip. I can’t really remember much about Dad, so I suppose it makes sense.”

“I thought sometimes that I must’ve dreamed you,” Dave said. “I was so fuckin’ scared that you were just something I made up, because I remembered being fucking happy and not scared at all in the stuff where you were there, I wanted it to be real so bad but my memory’s so fuckin’ bad and there’s so much stuff I misremember that I wasn’t…sure.”

“I think your memory was always a bit inconsistent, but I wouldn’t think it was that bad,” she murmured softly.

“I don’t think I could’ve ever forgotten you guys completely,” he said, “no matter how shitty my memory got. I missed y’all too much.  Fuck, I’m gettin’ all kinds of sappy, you’d think I murdered half a forest in here.”

“Um. What?”

“You know. Tree sap. That one was a stretch, sorry, uh. The point is, I guess, I’m…I’m glad you’re real, and that we’re, you know. Getting somewhere. Even if we’re not as close as you want. And I sure as shit don’t mind hanging out with you, y’know?”

“Oh…I didn’t realize I’d been that transparent about it.”

He shrugged. “S’ alright, Rose, I get it. It’s so fuckin’ awkward right now. We’re all flailing around at an awkward party, shuffling our feet in the most uncomfortable fuckin’ silence as some song nobody knows plays on a shitty old record player in the background. Someone just fuckin’ farted, or something.”

Rose stifled a laugh. “We’ll get there eventually.”

Dave smiled for a moment, but it quickly faded. He glanced out the window.

She recalled again what he’d said to her before, about how regardless of his wishes, he couldn’t stay forever. She wanted to grab onto him and never let go, to make him know that he was wrong, that this was his home forever, but she held back, biting her lip as she waited for his answer.

What he ended up saying was less a response to her and more a private thought voiced aloud — a whispered, “I really hope so.”

Late one night, Dirk heard a frantic knock at his bedroom door. He glanced up, quickly saved the drawing he’d been working on, and found Rose standing outside his bedroom, her arms crossed and face worried.

“We’ve got a bit of a situation,” she said. Upstairs, Dirk heard a familiar sound, a quiet, terrified moan — the same noise Dave had repeatedly made when Derek’s men had tried to reclaim him. “Dave says he hears something in the garage,” Rose continued. “He thinks it might be one of…”

Dirk didn’t wait for her to finish. He strode back into his room and grabbed his katana, telling Rose to wake up their mother as he passed. Dave was huddled by the stairs, Karkat trying to comfort him, and he jumped as Dirk appeared at the top of the stairs. Dirk didn’t pay it any mind. There’d be time to worry about that later.

He fished a flashlight out of the kitchen, and made a beeline for the garage. Even before opening the door, he heard a noise from within — the sound of something heavy toppling over. Dave had definitely been right; they had an intruder.

A hand on his arm stopped him before he moved to enter.

“Dirk,” Kanaya murmured, “I don’t think this is wise.”

“There’s definitely someone in there,” Dirk said. “Guard the door. It’ll make for a good bottleneck if there’s more than one and someone gets past me.”

“Dirk,” she hissed, but he pushed his way in anyway.

Their garage was a big one — as if it’d be any other case, in this house. It was big and dark, and Dirk knew without trying that the light didn’t work — it had burned out months ago, and he hadn’t gotten around to changing it yet. There was only one car in the garage at the moment (technically Mom’s, but she hadn’t driven it in years, leaving its operation primarily to Dirk), and the rest of the space was essentially for storage. Stacks of boxes and bins made for a pitch-black, claustrophobic space. Taking care to tread quietly, Dirk flicked on the flashlight and held his sword at the ready.

He could hear still more movement, although locating it was tricky; sounds echoed easily in the concrete, high-roofed chamber. The sounds were…scratching, shuffling; what the intruder might be doing, Dirk couldn’t be sure.

Another thump gave Dirk a clearer idea of where exactly this phantom invader might be. Somewhere over to his left. There were power tools over there, Dirk knew. That couldn’t mean anything good.

With every muscle in his body tense and ready to act, Dirk rounded a particularly high stack of boxes, and finally got a good look at the invader.

With a sigh, he let his sword arm fall to his side.

“False alarm,” Dirk shouted. “It’s just a raccoon.” His answer came in the form of a loud swear in what sounded like Rose’s voice, something quieter from Mom, and a loud, unmistakeable, “What the fuck is a raccoon” from Karkat.

“Can one of you get the garage open?” Dirk called, keeping a close eye on the now wary creature. Its back was arched, fur fluffed up to make itself look bigger — not an easy feat, considering this particular raccoon had to be the fattest one Dirk had ever seen, the thing must’ve been gorging itself on their garbage for some time — and Dirk wasn’t particularly keen on needing a rabies shot in the near future. “I think I can chase it out of here,” he clarified.

“Sure,” came Rose’s voice, followed by a muffled, “No, seriously, what the fuck is a raccoon?” and the sound of the garage door starting to swing open.

It took a great deal of maneuvering to convince the scared animal to get outside, but eventually it was chased out without further incident. When he went back inside, Mom had already gone back to bed, and the others were all visibly worn out as well, but in a way tinged with a palpable relief. Except for Dave, that is, who immediately began frantically apologizing as soon as Dirk re-entered.

“It’s fine, Dave,” Dirk muttered, exhausted. “I’d rather a false alarm than someone showing up and you not telling us, okay? ‘Sides, that thing coulda caused all kinds of damage if you hadn’t noticed it. It’s not the first raccoon to get into our house, and the last one was destructive as shit. You probably saved us a lot of trouble.”

“You’ve certainly got good ears, to have heard a raccoon from upstairs,” Rose commented.

“Uh…I was, um, in the kitchen, but.”

“Even so.”

Dave shrugged.

“You’ve been awfully quiet lately,” said Porrim, and Kanaya winced. She shifted her phone to her other ear, carefully considering her answer.

“Um, well, a lot has happened,” she said. “I do not know how much I am allowed to share as it is related to, you know, the case.”

“Oh, dear. Nothing too serious, I hope?”

“I mean, it could have been a lot more serious. I almost died, actually.”

“What!”

“No, it’s okay, though, I’m just kind of a rainbow drinker now, is all. And I’ve been busy figuring that out,” she sighed. “The internet really hasn’t been very helpful at all, and I’ve been distracted worrying about it…”

“Really?” Porrim said, her voice indicating a great deal of interest.

“I know it doesn’t sound very realistic, but I swear it’s true,” Kanaya answered, tugging nervously on her skirt.

“Oh, don’t you worry, I believe you,” said Porrim. “I’m just surprised, is all. I didn’t think I’d wind up hiring another drinker. Still, I can see how that would make you quiet. It is so confusing at first, after all.”

Kanaya heaved a relieved sigh. “Oh, thank you for believing me, I — wait, another?”

[smalls-brandnewcentury]

If you insist, I dare you to answer fucking all of them!

Gladly.

1.Do you want a boyfriend or girlfriend?

Girlfriend. 

2.When did your last hug take place?

I can’t remember. Not recently.

3.Are you a jealous person?

Usually not, but it depends.

4.Are you tired right now?

Always.

5.Do you chew on your straws?

..of course not... what kind of person would I be if I did?

6.Have you ever been called a tease?

No.

7.Have you ever been awake for 48 hours straight?

Yeah, numerous times. Sometimes longer.

8.Do you cry easily?

Hell no.

9.What should you be doing right now?

Something more productive than answering these questions, but I was dared, so...

10.Are you a heavy sleeper?

Nah, I’m actually a really light sleeper.

11.Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months?

With the right girl, maybe.

12.Are you mad at someone right now?

Yeah, I am. I’ll leave it at that.

13.Do you believe in love?

Sometimes I have my doubts, but I believe love can be real.

14.What makes you laugh no matter what?

When Al falls off his skateboard. Unless he gets hurt. Then it’s not as funny.

15.Who was the last person you talked to?

Jack, about how I’m going to burn his romphim.

16.Do you get butterflies around the person you like?

No, I don’t really like anyone right now.

17.Will you get married?

I have bigger things to worry about than marriage.

18.When was the last time you smiled?

I have no clue. What, am I supposed to keep track of this shit?

19.Does anyone like you?

If they do, that’s a mistake.

20.Do you secretly like someone?

No, and if I did, do you really think I’d tell you?

21.Who was the first person you talked to today?

Some girl at my new foster home. I don’t bother with their names. It’s a waste of time.

22.Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything?

Me, myself, and I.

23.What are you NOT looking forward to?

This upcoming school year.

24.What ARE you looking forward to?

Jack and Kath’s wedding. I think it’ll be fun. Unless Jack ruins it with his stupid ideas.

25.Has someone of the opposite sex ever told you they loved you, and meant it?

Platonically? Ya. Romantically? No, thank god.

26.Suppose you see your ex kissing another person what would you do?

I’m cool with it. I’ve never had that serious of a relationship, and they all ended mutually on good terms.

27.Do you plan on moving out within the next year?

Considering my talent at getting kicked out of foster homes, I’ll probably be moved out of here by then whether I plan it or not.

28.Are you a forgiving person?

Not unless I think you deserve it.

29.How many TRUE friends do you have?

I have a lot of people who are there for me no matter what, and that’s what makes a true friend. So quite a few.

30.Do you fall for people easily?

Hell no. I’m not a hopeless romantic.

31.Have you ever fallen for your ex’s best friend?

Nope.

32.What’s the last thing you put in your mouth?

An ant. Don’t ask.

33.Who was the last person you drove with?

 The foster system person bringing me to the new place.

34.How late did you stay up last night and why?

Until 5, I was practicing sneaking out.

35.If you could move somewhere else, would you?

I’ve never been out of the city. It’s my home.

36.Who was the last person you took a picture of?

Myself, I took a pic of my new hair color.

37.Can you live a day without TV?

Totally.

38.When was the last time you were extremely disappointed?

When I found out there isn’t an ice cream place nearby my new foster home. It’s worth the travel, though.

39.Three names you go by..

Smalls, Pint (that’s reserved for Al), and any variation of Smalls.

40.Are you currently in a relationship?

Nah.

41.What is your all-time favorite romance movie?

Romance movies? I think not.

42.Do you believe that everyone has a soul-mate?

No. Platonic soulmate, maybe, but romantic? Not for everyone, and that’s perfectly valid.

43.What’s your current problem?

I have to be a bit more creative on how to hide my ice cream.

44.Have you ever had your heart broken?

My heart doesn’t break.

45.Your thoughts of long distance relationships?

If they really love each other and are willing to make it work, then it has a chance.

46.How many kids do you want to have?

I don’t want kids.

47.Have you ever found it hard to tell someone you like them?

Eh, yeah. It happens.

Welp, that’s all of them. Happy?

(ooc: sorry this took so long, I accidentally deleted it after I had answered all of them, so I had to start over, plus a bunch of other setbacks. Oof.)