with that overlapping territory thing the other asker talked about
could that then mean that optimus and megatron's tarritories are autobot and decepticon territories with them protecting all of their faction within
I thought about that, yeah!
Because in the area (from what i can see) the mecha with the biggest territories are Optimus and Megatron, with there being waters that aren't either of theirs sure but they've got the biggest ranges.
I hadn't really considered faction into any of this, because i mean they're not in a war they're mers so it's more like this tangled web of individual dynamics.
Such as Megatron getting along well with Soundwave who lives at the buttfuck bottom of the sea 87% of the time, Ratchet getting along well with Optimus and probably primarily sticking away from Megatron's territory because those two have beef, Optimus and Megs maintaining separate territories but getting along rather well😏, Starscream and Megatron having known each other for quite a long time now but not having the same connection as megop, i think? I mentioned the pod of dolphinmers that are the autobot younglings that follow around Ratchet often times?
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New Year's Eve toasts || Accepting !
@technodromes sent: 🥂for a toast (Krang & Rick, cheers to more brainiac mischief I guess? xD)
Rick looks around with a satisfied, smug smirk. It's one of the Technodrome's unused rooms, even if it's hardly recognisable with all the decorating Jerry has been doing during the afternoon. The scientist has usually little patience for his son-in-law's dumb obsession with festive garnishing, but for once he has been the one to encourage it, because he knew that Krang's and Subprime's faces would have been priceless.
Useless to say, he hasn't been disappointed.
The scene one would have expected, however, hasn't happened, all thanks to the delicious feast Jerry and Beth have put together for them all, making sure to have plates that could be eatable for the Utroms too. After all, it's not every day that good homemade food is available in the Technodrome.
The night rolls by without too many hiccups, aside from the usual bickering and discussions. Rick isn't too happy to see Summer acting all buddy-buddy with Subprime, but he decides to turn a blind eye to it...for now.
When the midnight approaches, they all poured outside the fortress, to watch the fireworks Rick and Krang have been forced into preparing. As annoying as it has been, the scientist has to admit that he is fucking proud of how cool it has come out.
Speaking of the Utrom, he's the one he finds himself standing next to, eyeing Morty as he prepares to toast with the mutant duo and their...dinosaur baby, or whatever N'sho-v is supposed to be, holding what looks like cheap bottles of beer.
A little further away, Jerry is making a fool of himself in front of everyone else, as per usual.
"A-A fuckin' bunch of idiots w-we're stuck with, am I right?" He comments, pulling out a bottle and two glasses from the small portal he keeps in one of the inner pockets of his lab coat. "H-Here, let's have a fuckin' real drink at least. An-And don't worry, it's something your delicate inside can handle."
That doesn't mean that it's not strong as hell, though.
Rick resists the urge to steal a sip directly from the bottle, to add to the alcohol-induced daze he has already drunk himself into, and instead fills up the glasses to the brim.
A smirk opens on his face, as the robotic countdown starts to announce the approaching start of the new year. He leans on the glass cover of Krang's bubble walker, resting his elbow on top of it.
"F-Fuckin' cheers, pal," he huffs out, clinking his glass against the Utrom's, as the first firework is shot in the sky. It explodes in a loud bang, colouring the sky with the image of another galaxy. "H-Here's to another year of wreaking chaos through the multiverse. An-And who knows, maybe y-you'll actually show it up to your kin this time."
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I wish these heart palpitations would stop, it’s been over 2 weeks now of them happening almost nonstop and it’s hard to talk, stand, eat, sleep, fucking /sit/, and I’ve done everything to try to activate the vagus nerve and nothing is working. I have the sneaking suspicion it’s my bisoprolol medication, but I can’t stop taking them unless under medical supervision. That doctors appointment on Monday can’t come soon enough, but I just fucking know they’re gonna come up with some kind of excuse to stick me with something painful so I’m constantly giving myself anxiety over it which isn’t helping at all. If I didn’t know what I have wasn’t fatal I’d swear my heart was gonna stop or something.
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