#also hello late night dash peeps :’>

[laprimera]

What solves low muse 🤔?

Oh I know making another blo-

[cupoftaae]

Heyy! Love your work💜 Could you maybe write something fluffy, where tae is y/n’s comfort and she goes to him after a bad day🫶🏻

Hello there! AW, thank you for reading!

Fluffy taehyung is my weakness, I hope you enjoy anon :)

warnings- mentions of weed, swearing. Soft taehyung needs his own warnings tbh. also this takes place as if they were both like, 19-20 ish ....KIND OF FRIENDS TO LOVERS LOWKEY

wanna build a pillow fort? -KTH drabble

you werent sure how you had landed in this position in the first place, but here you were, sitting in the living room while your parents explained to you that...well...the college you had been praying to get into one day had declined you.

"are you sure?" you whispered, watching your dad show you the letter. You sighed, trying to hold back any signs of emotion. You had taken a gap year between graduating high school to now, just to grasp your bearings. You put all your energy into working and getting into school, but the universe had other plans.

"I know you wanted this so badly, y/n, im sorry" your mother sat down next to you. "What am I gonna do? I had no backup plan..." your face falls into your hands. "your so young, you have time. you can also sign up to take classes, you dont need to be a student" your mom adds.

"but I wanna be a student, thats the whole point."

"listen, I know this is stressful, but just go get some rest and maybe we can figure out a new plan tomorrow? ok?" your father stands up, looking at you sadly.

You shrugged, knowing that they were just trying to help, but there was no way out of this, you were fucking upset.

Once you had gotten into your room, slamming your door shut, you collapsed onto your bed and took 5 deep breathes, you didnt want to cry. You were a big girl now and crying over school was dumb. You just wanted to be with someone right now, and your best friend was 3 streets over, making things difficult.

You could invite him over, but your father wasnt too pleased to see him late at night the last time he was here. He had walked in and alerted your dog, making him bark until your parents came downstairs, freaked out. They also just dont like the idea of a boy being in your room, despite the fact you are 19, and have been friends with taehyung since you were little....there were absolutely no feelings like that showing up... at least thats what you chose to believe.

You quickly texted him just to see if he was even up to hang.

You: wyd

Tae: making ramen, wbu?

you smiled and chose to ignore his message, making the quick decision to grab your jacket and sneak out your window. Youve only done this one other time, and it was when you had covid and your friend Vanessa dropped off chipotle outside on your side of the house for you.

You prayed to God that your parents had no installed cameras, because one, you didnt want to get caught, and two, you fell on your ass on the way out. "Jesus christ" you scoff, getting up and making a dash to taehyungs house in the dark.

-

Taehyung was standing in the kitchen and dancing to music with his dog, making his little paws move according to the choreography. "Why are you making food so late?" Taehyungs mother spoke, coming into the room to fill up her tea. "because its friday.." he mumbled, mouth full of noodles.

"Okay" she laughed and shook her head, "just clean up, yeah? oh, an-"

his mother was cut off by the front door being knocked on, "who is here at this hour?" she whispered, walking over to look through the peep hole. She sarcastically looked back at taehyung, "why is y/n on my front step?" she smirked.

"she is??" he walked over to the door.

"you know if you wanted to plan a date, I could have made real food for you guys"

"mom stop" he shyly shushed her before opening the door.

"hello" you mumble, bowing at the presence of his mother.

"Hey, y/n...is everything alright?" he asks, his mother gently pulling you inside. "its almost 11 dear" she spoke.

"Im ok, Im just needing some time out of my house, I hope im not intruding?"

"oh no, no, sweetie youre good" she smiled and closed the door.

Taehyung hugged you and glanced at his mom

"i'll be upstairs if you need anything" she spoke, grabbing her tea and walking upstairs before yelling "Be good, just not too good"

He laughed and pulled away to look at you. "Not that I mind your presence, but...why are you here?"

you giggled as he took your coat and hung it up. "well....I uhm" you looked around before sitting on the edge of the couch. "I didnt get in" you shrugged, forced smile on your face.

"hm? what are you talking about?" he stands in front of you

"I received a letter in the mail today from HUFS, and it was declining my application" you speak softly, watching him frown.

"y/n...Im so sorry"

"its okay, its just a lot, but i'll be fine."

He kneeled in front of you and held your hands, "you know...its okay to be sad, right?" he whispers, "that was your dream school.."

you nodded, wanting to sink into the floor the moment you felt tears prickling your eyes. "I know, but...something new will come. I just really wanted to be like you, in school and working towards my degree already, you know?" you shrug.

he nods, "I know, but.." he squeezed your hands, "life isnt a competition, we all do things when the universe pulls us in that direction. Its ok this didnt work out, maybe it was for the best. I know you, y/n, and whatever you do in life is going to be fucking amazing, no doubt about it. So be sad, mourn what you will miss, but dont let it hold you back."

you nodded as tears escaped your eyes, small cries falling from your lips as he immediately held you up and wrapped you into his arms. "Its okay....I promise" he coo'd, hand brushing your hair as you finally let yourself feel upset.

"thank you" you sniff, wiping your eyes as you hold him.

"cmon, lets go eat junkfood and build a fort" he squeezed your waist, making you blush slightly as you followed him to the kitchen. "a fort?" you asked, eyes still wet.

"mhm, with like the pillows and stuff" he spoke, taking another bite of noodles.

you giggle, "ok"

-

You two sat under a giant pillow fort, with a blanket over the head for the roof. "I have to say, your pillow fort making skills have improved. Remember when we were little and it would always collapse on us?" you snorted, nudging him.

"I have improved and grown in many ways, trust the process of time" he joked, taking a bite of the chip in his hand.

He definitely had grown and improved, taking a moment to look over his face proves the fact that Taehyung had matured quite nicely at that.

"dont stare its rude" he teased, finding something to watch on youtube.

You shake your head, "sorry" you lean over to lay beside him so you can see the screen of his laptop.

"Your parents wont like...kill me...if they find out you spent the night, right?"

you giggle, "am I spending the night?"

"well, you dont have to, I just assumed because its already 1am and its not safe for you to be out and about"

you shook your head, "what? so I dont have what it takes to fight off street hagglers?"

"oh you do, Im keeping you off the street for their safety" he spoke seriously, making you laugh.

"mm, and no, my parents arent gonna do anything, I dont think....maybe.....you know what? I dont know"

"oh that makes me feel good" he fake pouts

"Im teasing, im 19 and they need to get over keeping me locked up all the time..." you play with the fabric of the blanket.

"I think your dad hates me, dude" he sighed, shutting his laptop and leaving you both to lay in the dark as you looked up at the green blanket roof.

"shut up, he does not"

"He told me that he didnt want me showing up there anymore"

"thats because it was 4am and you scared the dog, I told you to come in through the window you fucking dumbass" you joked, "he also caught you with weed, so there you go"

"hm, fair I guess" he sighed

"he doesnt hate you I promise" you turned on your side to face him, not realizing how close your faces were.

He turned his head, noses barley touching as you both looked over each others faces in the dark.

"are you feeling better?" he whispered

"yeah...yeah I am" you mumbled, wanting to pull away but also choosing to stay put.

"good" he smiled and turned his body so it was also laying on his side, facing you.

"Y/n?" he asked

"yeah?"

"is it ok if I kiss you?"

you felt your hear stop in your chest, what did he just ask you?

"w-what?" you look at him, eyes wide

"I asked if I could kiss you?" he repeated, voice so soft and quiet. "its ok to say no" he added.

you took a breath, realizing that in moments like this, you really have to be honest with yourself and stop saying you aren't attracted to him, because here he is, in front of you, asking to kiss after taking his time to make you feel better. You can only hold on to your discipline so much before you fold.

"yeah...yeah you can kiss me, tae" you exhale, shocked the words even came from your mouth.

His large hand came up to hold your face delicately, thumb brushing your skin as you both leaned in slowly until each others lips clashed. The feeling felt a lot more natural than you anticipated, it wasn't weird, or awkward or cringe, it felt....right?

If tae's plan was to make you fully forget about that college letter, than goal achieved.

You knew you both would have to talk about this later, at some other time when your mouths weren't attached to each other, but for now all you wanted to do was be thankful for him.

you gently pulled back and giggled like a little girl, a blush creeping over your face as he pulled you against his chest. There were no words or jokes, you both simply laid together before eventually falling asleep in each others embrace.

Maybe he was right about better things coming, and maybe this was it.

A/N- this was so cute I was kicking my feet and giggling while writing, we all need our own taehyung.

[nctxdreamies]

A Silent Love

speak up, i’m listening

summary: wonwoo is known to be the quietest, most introverted, cold guy on campus. his feelings are only kept to himself until someone shows up...

who: wonwoo x female reader

genre: fluff, college

warnings: none :)

word count: 2.7k

a/n: i kinda love wonwoo so i had to write something up, hope you like it!

you’ve always been on top and focused on your studies

the only person that really kept you sane was your best friend joshua

he’s been by your side since day 1

you could never imagine where you’d be in the world right now without him

everyone always thought you two had a thing for each other

at one point that was true

things took a turn and you two thought it was best to just stay as friends

after that incident your friendship grew even stronger than before

both of you cringe at the fact that you used to date

you two agreed on to never bring it up ever again

you’re surprised that joshua and you even get along because of how different you guys are

he’s a total social butterfly, has so many friends, parties a lot ocassionally, and somehow still manages to get good grades

you on the other hand focus on studying, have a few close friends but joshua is your second half, and barely get out of your apartment

you wouldn’t consider yourself as an introvert nor an extrovert, somewhere in between...

studies were on top of everything, you had no time to focus on a relationship other than your strong friendship with joshua

especially after that incident, you knew that you could be independent

one day joshua went out partying late

he didn’t answer any of your calls or texts

it didn’t concern you since this wasn’t the first this happened

you couldn’t sleep knowing that joshua wasn’t home yet

you were always concerned about his well being but he always said that you worried too much for him

while waiting on joshua and studying for finals a phone call reached your phone at 3:00 am

this was odd since the number didn’t look familiar

you decided to pick it up anyways

“hello?”

“hi i have your best friend and he’s wasted right now, i’ll be there in 5”

“oh sorry who is this-“

you got cut off from the person on the other line hanging up

thoughts were running through your brain wondering who that could’ve been

exactly 5 minutes later there was a knock at your apartment door

you looked through the peeping hole to reveal joshua and a tall guy wearing a black mask, and bucket hat basically covering half of his face

you really only worried about joshua at this point since he was on the ground

the guy was struggling to hold him up

you immediately opened the door and right when you opened it you saw him dashing off around the corner really fast

you thought that was the weirdest thing ever

you picked joshua up and threw him on the couch

“jeez this guy is so wasted”

you looked back at your phone and saw the number and decided to text it

“thanks for bringing my friend home, sorry about that...”

‘read’

“oh wow what a way to say no problem”

the next morning you woke up later than usual and jolted out the door looking like a mess

good thing your morning bus ride to campus was long enough to get ready

you got on the bus and it was packed, there weren’t any spots left to sit in

there was one window seat open near the back

you headed down there and asked the person sitting in that row if you could sit there

he just moved over and let you through

right when you sat down a weird feeling got to you

you glanced to your left and the guy looked exactly like the one who brought joshua home last night

he was wearing the exact same bucket hat and black mask, this time his eyes were showing and he had a pair of round glasses on

he was just scrolling on his phone looking through social media

you decided to get ready while the bus started moving

there was a bump in the road and the makeup brush in your lap fell and rolled into the aisle

“shoot” you whispered under your breath

he quickly picked it up and handed it to you

you took it from his hand and locked eyes for a good 5 seconds

“thanks” you smiled

he went back to scrolling on his phone again

“hey weren’t you the guy that brought joshua home last night?”

“oh...um yeah, how’d you recognize me?”

“the bucket hat and mask! you seemed to be in a rush last night huh?”

“... yeah i was out later than usual”

the bus stopped at the campus and you both got up

you were surprised that he was getting up as well

you exited the bus and before he started walking off you caught up to him

“wait! are you a student here too?”

“yeah it’s my third year”

“woah really, mine as well!”

he didn’t seem much of a talker, he just wanted to get away from you

“by the way my name is y/n and i major in biology” you turned to him and smiled

“i’m wonwoo, i’m also in biology” he was basically whispering this

“how come i’ve never noticed you until now?”

“i guess it’s cause i’m always in the back and the first one to leave” he shrugged his shoulders

little did you know he knew who you were before you even talked to each other

you stood out to him in class since you were always paying attention, never late, and very active on the biology chat page

he knew you were out of his league and that’s why he was so cold and trying to avoid you

he eventually got over you even though he never talked to you once

but then the feelings rushed back when you started talking

“we should study together one day, and plus it’s finals season”

“i actually don’t study with other people... i kinda enjoy being alone”

“i can tell, you seem like the quiet type huh”

“i guess you could say that”

he suddenly turned the wrong direction to try and get away from you

“you know that’s not the right way”

he kept going and ignored you

you walked in class and noticed wonwoo already there

“wait i thought you were going the opposite way, how’d you get here before me?”

“i know ways” he glanced at you with a cold look

you just walked away to go sit at your seat

class ended and you turned around to go meet wonwoo again but he wasn’t there

you went to the library to study since it had the best lighting and comfy chairs between the bookshelves

you made your way there to your usual spot near the back, there was a tucked away table and chairs

someone was sitting there which surprised you since nobody really knew about this spot in the library

their back was facing you, but you decided to see who it was

“oh hey there wonwoo! i didn’t know you’d be here”

he looked up at you in shock

“this is where i normally go, what are you doing here?”

“i study here all the time, so you’re full of secrets” you laughed

you managed to crack a little smirk on his mouth

“so what are you up to?”

“i’m reviewing the content from the first few lectures”

you grabbed a seat beside him and started looking over the content he was looking at too

he felt uncomfortable by this but this was the only way he could get closer to you

you looked over at his test papers he was studying from

“woah you’re so good, how do you get grades like this?!”

“i just work my butt off i guess” he smiled

this was the first time you actually saw him smile so genuinely

“hey you should keep smiling like that, it looks good on you”

his eyes widened a bit and his cheeks were starting to warm up

he ran his hand through his hair and turned the other way in embarrassment

“well anyways i gotta go check up on joshua he’s still at the apartment”

“oh alright”

he seemed kinda sad that you were leaving so fast

“if you ever wanna study again together you got my number in your phone” you grabbed your stuff and left

that night while you were flipping through your textbook violently joshua knocked at your room door

“hey y/n sorry about last night, i was a total mess”

“whatever that’s all on you, at least someone brough you home safely”

“wait that wasn’t you?”

“no i was worried waiting for you all night”

“then who was that...” his eyes widened

“it was wonwoo, he brought you home”

“wonwoo... wonwoo” his face was confused

“oh like wonwoo in your major!”

“you know him?”

“yeah of course i do, we’ve talked a lot before since he loves music as well”

“oh wow he doesn’t seem like that type of guy, if anything he’s so cold and quiet”

“are you serious? this guy is NOT like that”

“he’s literally like that to everyone in our major, he’s that guy who sits at the back and listens along”

“you’ve never seen the real him i guess... why don’t the three of us go get a coffee tomorrow, then you can see how he really is”

“you know i’ve gotta study dude i don’t have time for this” you have him a disappointed look

“come on y/n you’re not studying for the whole dayyy” he started sulking

“ugh you’re so annoying. FINE if it will make you stop acting like this i’ll go”

he smiled and walked out of your room

you continued studying all night

your phone suddenly lit up with a text

“hey y/n i’m not sure if you got these notes but here they might help you study” *sent an attachment*

you opened it and everything on there were the things you struggled with the most

“wow thank you, this is really what i need right now!”

‘read’

joshua knocked on your bedroom door and that woke you up

“good morning y/n it’s time to get ready we’re going out for our coffee hangout”

you totally forgot about that so you started rushing to get ready

there was a knock on the front door and joshua opened it

you could hear a little bit of the conversation but you were more focused on getting ready

you walked out to the living room and saw wonwoo and joshua sitting on the couch talking together

“you’re finally ready, you literally take ages to do all that”

“not my fault you woke me up late”

“let’s get going” joshua gestured you guys to the door

you guys got to the cafe and found a booth near the back

“so wonwoo how has studying been for you?” joshua asked

“pretty good, i feel ready surprisingly”

you sat there feeling nervous about the finals

“y/n you need to relax this is a great way to reset and take a break from studying” joshua insisted

you all ordered your food and drinks and began talking

“so y/n told me you’re very quiet wonwoo”

“oh uh i guess i’m like that at school”

“oh come on wonwoo you barely talk, i never knew you were in my class”

“yikes well this is a great time to get to know each other” joshua smiled

you guys started talking for a while and enjoyed the conversation

you were able to have wonwoo open up more about himself

joshua’s phone started ringing and interrupted

he instantly left and said that he was sorry for leaving really early

“i guess it was urgent...”

wonwoo just shrugged

it started to get awkward without having joshua there

“so i heard you’re into music?”

“oh yeah, joshua probably told you... i kinda like making music”

“woah actually that’s so cool, could i hear a sample?” you asked

“it’s not really done but i have a short recording on my phone”

he let you listen to it

“dang that’s so good! i didnt know you did this type of stuff!”

“yeah it’s been a longtime hobby of mine”

you and wonwoo kept talking for a couple of hours now and you both started to lose track of time

suddenly joshua texted you

“oh my we’ve been here for so long, i better get going and plus i still need to study”

you started packing up and just before you could leave wonwoo’s hand stopped you

you turned around

“y/n i had such a great time today, thank you”

“me too we should definitely do this again!”

he didn’t respond except he just looked straight into your eyes

“i need to tell you something” wonwoo broke the silence

“yeah what’s up?”

he took your hand and led you outside

it was so beautiful with the sunset and you were both in awe

he brought you to a nearby lookout to watch the sunset

“wow it’s gorgeous up here” you exclaimed

“yeah i normally go here when i’m stressed”

“so what was it that you were going to tell me?” you asked

he started getting nervous and turned towards you

“well... this may seem so sudden but y/n i really want get this weight off my shoulders...”

you looked really worried

“i like you. i can’t keep being so cold and quiet to you, it really hurts me.”

he just said it so confidently

you didn’t know what to do, it felt so sudden and out of the blue

your words didn’t come out and you were just stuttering

“i like you too wonwoo, you’re such an amazing guy and i’d love to get to know you better”

he finally felt relieved from your response

he couldn’t help it and leaned over to kiss you

you didn’t hesistate to kiss back, it’s like you were meant for each other

he pulled away and held your hands and you both watched the sunset as you leaned your head on his shoulder

it started getting dark and he started walking you home

“how long did you have these feelings for me?”

“now that’s a long story” he laughed

“wait so even before i met you that night when you took joshua home?”

“i guess you can say so” he smiled

“i’m sorry i ran away that night without meeting you. i was too nervous to face you” he said

“what why? i was wondering why you left in such a hurry”

“yeah i just get nervous around you that’s why i’ve been so mean to you”

“what you weren’t mean to me... well kinda just a little cold”

“i’m sorry y/n”

you stopped and hugged him

you two reached your apartment and he watched you go in safely

“good night y/n” he texted you

“good night wonwoo.” you replied back

joshua was standing at the door smiling when you came in

“what’s wrong with you?” you looked at him and laughed

“i saw it all y/n don’t hide”

your face turned red and you ran to your room

“oh my y/n don’t worry if you don’t want to tell me i’ll just ask wonwoo”

you opened your door to a smiling joshua

“you- stop smiling like that” you rolled your eyes

“come on you two are so cute how could i not”

“ugh whatever, i need to study bye” you started pushing him out of your room

the next morning you were just about to head out your door, you opened it and saw wonwoo standing there

“oh nice to see you” you smiled brightly at wonwoo

he hugged you and kissed your forehead

you could hear joshua making a big deal out of it behind you

you closed the door behind you and left with wonwoo

wonwoo is still a shy guy when it comes to being with you in public

you absolutely don’t care about what people think

you still love him even though he’s still like this, it’s kinda cute

he rarely shows affection to you in public because the thought of pda just makes him feel weird

he respects you for who you are and isn’t the guy to be overly attached with you

he’s truly someone you’ve been dreaming of

[roseprincesskristina]

My Crimson Valentine ((POV))

((Hey people. 😊 Today, since Valentine's Day is just around the corner a little later, I had to write a special fanfic about everyone's favorite crimson hunter getting busy with a certain girl who is new in Abel City to visit him. Plus, it's a POV version for the ladies out there. Anyway, hope you guys enjoy this story and Happy Early Valentine's Day 💘💘💘💝💝💝 😊✌))

The crimson hunter, lastly created by the late Dr. Albert Wily, previously known of the uncontrollable maverick who lusts for blood, carnage, even destruction increases his strength along with everything he possesses. Founded by the former leader of Hunter HQ before being escorted to be tested after the ferocious duel against him, until later on when the impossible virus had traveled it way within the strong balded crusader's armored anatomy away from the blonde irregular's helmet to successfully control the new host. Forming from evil to good has allowed him to join the organization which meaning by hunting down crazed evildoers that caused havoc upon peace. Hardly addresses himself as the hero, however to battle against difficult odds such as maverick while for those around that he believes in at heart, for his own will also. Throwing away the corrupted memories of his past which blinded his focus of a better future awaiting ahead as well as to embrace off multiple sadness from his body.

Now, as the irregular destroying commander of the 0th unit, lacking any clemency towards opponents and acts with a "too cool for school" attitude to lower his emotions instead of showing them to anyone expect his indigo comrade in arms. Ranked into an upperclass position, bearing with the energy beam sword for slashing down anything blocking his path. Aiding with his colleagues, brawling baddies, passed onto with additional power ups, the rest during numerous journeys. He is ultimately quite difficult to become defeated when it comes to danger calling him out, but not with assistance to accomplish any tasks at hand. This fearless swordsman in red is named Zero.

At last, slightly exhausted of every beatings along with rescuing the innocent like any super hero would always do, fully relaxed while the daylight is young, the golden locked hunter had peered his eyes towards you into a seductive persona. Lying onto his bed sideways with his hand planted on the manly thigh to await your appearance inside his dorm. Smirking with a satisfying preparation in mind for a guest of honor such as yourself.

"Mmmmm he he he he~... Well well~... Hello to you, my sweet young treat~ What brings you here to MY lair of awesomeness~? Just by looking at your expression, I suppose you're here to visit me or to earn my autograph, right~? Either way, it wouldn't even matter much anyway since I'm bored with nothing to do~ But what really does now is to amuse a cute little lady like you with my irresistible charms to hypnotize my fans~" The upperclassmen spoke deeply with a sexual tone, walking over and takes you by your hand into his room as a welcoming manner by stroking his hand under your chin. Placing you upon his bed. "So, why don't ya come inside and make yourself comfortable until I freshen up for a special surprise in store just for you~ BRB~" He winked at you, rising right out of his bed capsule to change into a different armor.

While waiting for the blush colored host, you would began to take out something from your backpack like a notebook to draw characters, anime or shapes in order to keep yourself occupied. Even to write a journal about your life. It was your time here in Abel City, never have seen or been here before to meet the legendary Maverick Hunter in the flesh. Or perhaps reploid, of course. You hummed while enjoying usual hobbies like in your house, loving nature even to make friends, pondering about such wonderful memories within your thoughts just to keep you happy and lively for the rest of your life through tough times. It truly warms your innocent heart all the way along with emotions, until a surprise sudden has called your attention....

"Hey there, gorgeous~ Thanks for the long wait for me to straighten myself up, didn't wanna get too.... messy around ya~.... " Outside the bathroom despite of his "freshening up" methods, hearing his voice aiming across the roam has made you look away from the notebook that you're drawing and directly at him, who is wearing nothing underneath his armor like the inner black suit, but into a sexy belly dancing attire to suit him quite better out of his under clothing. Revealing not only the body, yet secondly his most flawless treasure known to man: his diamond shaped navel of his abs, placed with an initialed Z shaped jewel inside, similar on his left shoulder. The appearing shade of redness shown itself in your cheeks during your first witness of your host's harden bods of steel completely in front of you.

"Awww~ Did I made ya blush, little girl~? I kinda love it when you look real nervous when you're around me~ Cause it really, REALLY turns me on~" Slurped the bright red sword wielder, approaching his irresistible self towards you, folding his arms behind the brighten locks of his tied up hair. Blinking his sparkling sapphire pupils slowly to create something even more consensual than before or after your arrival to surround you along with everything in his dorm. You began to feel speechless for a fast second, beholding his fairly gifted body before you now when he chuckled.

"Mmmm~ Giving the silent treatment, too, aren't we~? I like that in a human woman~" Anything about you has impressed the saber enhanced mentor even more than busting against his enemies in the hunting days when duty calls. Could be a waste of time, but not as long as you're here to make his life interesting. "So, beautiful~ Whaddya think~? Like what ya see~? Did my abs impress you~? No need to answer cause I'm already aware of that~ Let's put away the notebook and enjoy ourselves, shall we~" He said again, helping to throw away the book off your hands. Snapping his fingers automatically to initiate the sensual music before the beginning of his dance. Once again, you blinked while watching him jiggle his hips to the rhythm, back and forwards non stop. Several visions of him showering the pleasurable has blinded you away from the focuses about your life, being slowly imprisoned filled of little resistance left in your body to fight it off.

"Mmmm~ Damn, you look so delicious when I take a closer look at you~" Licked his clean filled of the starving metaphorical act, circling around you while slowly drawing his finger on your shoulder. "Even though you're a human, but it ain't gonna change the fact or my mind since you're here~ Lemme taste you for a bit to see if you're good enough to eat~ Meow~" He does that right away by licking your cheek, making you fluster into a shade of pink appearing in your face. "Hot damn~ Did my tastes buds lie~? Or is it telling the truth~? You truly ARE my sweetest dessert, babycakes~ Meaning that I'm gonna save YOU for later after my overwhelming performance~"

Dancing very closer to you, caressing all over his glistening armor as well as his body to approach once more. Seducing you by shaking more of his delectable manly hips with his might, polishing the crotch if necessary. Commencing to arouse your being becoming trapped in his grasps to never release or allow you to flee from his inescapable sights, pinning down your body of his hypnotic dance. Then, feeding on your thoughts with his sultry speech.

"It's no use trying to resist my urges, baby~ My body will consume you whole whether you admire it or not so try not to fight against it~" He compelled, positioning his finger into a "come over here" action to brainwash you. "Come on~ Let my poisonous effects absorb you~ Look into my eyes and rid yourself of those tragedies holding you down from your senses~ Submit to me, my innocent slave~ Obey my body forever~ Smoothingly erasing your worries from your mind and replacing them with images of the sunshine haired expert's erotic movements clearing off those irritating dirt of lies entirely out of your peeps, helping you to see perfectly even by looking at your maverick hunting host shaking his money maker for you. Complying his demands with the lack of free will to shield yourself away of something elegant, you had no other option but to surrender by gazing straightly at him into the middle of his dance. 

"So~ What do you think of my stunning bods, little lady~? You like it, even when I punish myself for being a bad boy~? Hmm~? He he he he~ Then I'll take that as a yes~" He moaned while speaking to you sexually. "Well, how about I give you.....this to change your pretty little thinking~? Continually to please you the hardest, he would slowly remove the pierced jewel from his stomach. Placing it on the desk table. You would be able to watch carefully of his special present only for you to see instead of others, but your mind says to resist it for this "nightmare" will haunt you in your sleep forever. Once the gem has been confiscated out of the body, he "accidentally" insert one of fingers deeply inside his ravishing navel.

"Whoops~ He he he he~ My bad, darling~ Didn't mean to cause an accident to you like that~ Or did I~?" Grinned the A Class sword fighter, planning his act on you in the first place by circling deeper into his belly button. Extending out his tongue to rock it like in the concert to party all night, siding with shaking his thighs of continuation towards the dance.

"Unh~ Unh~ M...Mmm god, it feels so nice~" He spits out his longing yet magnificent moan all the way from his mouth trying to dash for freedom, drilling his finger into the dark cavern of the stomach more further. Pleasing you to death with every inch of his power but quietly. Over and over he punishes his stomach hole without trying to stop himself. "Ahhhh~ I love massaging my navel during off duties at peace~ It really takes my mind off of killing enemies~ But, I couldn't hide it from somebody so tranquil and quiet like you~" He refers to you, winking to arouse his guest by "cleaning" his deepen abyss of a stomach hole further. You slightly blushed from his unseen hobby, attempting to look for an escapable exit. However, nothing could ever work because of the frozen spell of his seduction pinned you down on the seat. 

"Oh yeah~ Yeah~ Mmmmm, face it, pumpkin~ I know you wanna see me ground my deep, luscious, tasty, warm navel of mine for being very naughty~ Don't try to deny it~ You CAN and WILL love it when I play with it~ Or better yet, to let you taste it~" He spoke toward at you, placing a torturing spell which is impossible to break. More shades of red pinkish flustering substance had yet again made its appearance in your face, eyes stretched of shocking discovery, heart pumping in a repetitive beat. It's as if you have seen a boy band member saying your name to climb up onstage or earning a first gift. But this, right up front, is even more breathtaking than both all combined at once. 

Forwardly into your ear, his calm voice enters within your mind. Purring seductively due to his obsession with his new plaything like you to have fun with. 

"Purrrrrrr~" No matter how much you try or do that could drive the spell from your consciousness, that too, is unstoppable to leap out of. "It's already too late to back out from me, doll~ Cause there ain't gonna be an exit to save you now that you're all mine~" He said, tilting your head directly to him by his hand grappling your cheeks. "You know, before I met an adorable birdie like you, all I ever do was fight off maverick trash all freaking day without getting a single break, which is completely boring for my taste~ But now here you are, making my life a living heaven than hell like in my usual  days as a hunter~" You nodded while listening. "I really like you that much, despite of being a human, but still~ " He comes at you, proceeding towards your face. "As a matter of fact, you mean the world to me, Valentine, and that's why.... I wanna taste and suck your irresistible at the same cause I'm so  famished~ So, let's kill off the idle chat, shall we~? And lemme give you something to make you.... remember me in your dreams~ Let me kiss you~ So~ Badly~....." With everything pushed out of the way, the stern yet handsome reploid in red inserted his lips into yours deeply. Drinking the life out of you with a craved thirst before resuming his belly dancing routine. His perfect smooch has gave you a further blush.

"Mmmmmmmm~" So forever long, he softly yoinked himself from the perfect smooch given to you and licked. "God, you taste even better than the rest~ So delicious~" Swallowed the smirked hunter, enjoying your clear lips until he continue his undodgable dance of lust to please you rapidly. Secondly, the glorious cave of a navel to pleasure or play with as well.

That trick, especially the breath stealing kiss, had forced you to have a nosebleed right away from his unavoidable surprise than earlier before. Without holding any grudge against the blonde host's perfect symbol of desires that shuts down all worries from their minds, the only chance you have is to submit towards his beauty and enjoy it, refusing to turn back. Zero smiled gladly at you, wanting more of his fascinating dances to ease your boredom aside in the garbage where it belongs.

"So~ Finally enjoying my gift, huh~? Good girl~" He smiled rapidly, resuming his lustful dance for your enjoyment. "I'm so proud of you for cherishing a pleasant gift I rained on you, sweet treat~ For that, here's another one from me~...." For following his directions of the pleasurable belly dance, the handsome rose themed ex maverick lays his hands onto your soft cheeks while you are a little prepared for something much more....appealing? However, you have to allow him by accepting the second present until finally, he mashed his lips gently into yours. Tongue and teeth.

"Mmmmmm~....."

Your eyes started to open widely because of the seeping smooch warming up your whole heart upwards to 100%, blushing darker than earlier. While you slowly responded back, he continues to sink his kiss into your lips all day long, never to get enough of your existence for one minute just to stomp on his doomed past like an insect. Non stop after separating himself from lip locking with you, he continues his beautiful entertainment by dancing, especially navel pleasuring, to please you more than the first act while you're gazing towards him with both hands placed under your chin. Directly in front of you, he blow a kiss at you for further mood at peace.

"Mmmmmwah~..... Mmmm, thanks again for keeping company to shut up my boredom today, cutie~ You're just the one who never gets tired of my unbeatable charms~" Winked the high ranked blade user, impressed by your company to sleep away his exhaustion from dealing with endless hordes of irregular rabble rousers all the time. You replied with a nod, watching permanently of your die hard android in light burgundy with all your heart no matter what. Enjoying both his company, even the erotic dance as well.

He may become of the lone wolf type reploid who refuses to gain anyone's assistance during heart throbbing missions, roughing up tough mavericks without problems whatsoever. However, fighting alongside friends to be stronger foes than him or enemies combined has made the yellow headed mentor even too powerful other than his base state. Because companionship can make any dream succeed so long as everyone remains by his side always, even the true Maverick Hunter should realize this. Furthermore, no crime lovers including the inhumaniods baddies could ever escape from the beam sword bearer of Abel City when it comes to disasters knocking on the town's door without regret. But for now, he is finally relaxing during his off duty with the only person in store to interest his company instead of all else: You.

"Happy Valentine's Day, ladies~ Feel free to visit yours truly anytime~ Mmmwah~💖"

[tarotdeckshuffle]

Half Astral Series: Prompto

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Prompto

In the city, the air was just starting to chill. The once colorful leaves laid dry on the ground, serenading passers-by with the sound of late fall. But here, far above the city, deep snow sat comfortably in its mountain home. 

Prompto had brought you to a cabin in the clouds. He said that a friend’s family owned it, but all you cared about was that it would be a weekend alone for the two of you. 

Days spent in the thin atmosphere seemed dreamlike. The silence of the mountain forest was cut by the sounds of your giggles as you learned to snowshoe and ski. The only thing more beautiful than the clear night sky was the pink blush across Prompto’s glowing face as he smiled at you. 

Today, you had taken a snowmobile out to explore. Prompto knew about some “special place” he wanted you to see. You held onto him tightly as your motorized sled sped over the frozen landscape.

What your love had been so excited to show you was the sort of scene that inspired great paintings: a lake literally frozen in time. You didn’t think it possible, but everything about the massive feature was pure ice! What had once been water now sparkled in the sunlight. There was no snow on the surface, leaving it’s beautiful teal features exposed for all to admire. Even the waterfall looked frozen in time.

As the sun was high in the sky, you and Prompto found yourself stopping, once again, to admire the blue jewel of water before you. 

Your sunshine took a deep breath, soaking in everything about the mountain, as he stared out over the ice. He began to say something, but what it was, you would never know. 

If there was a god of mischief, they had gifted you with a wonderful idea!

Thwack! 

Your cold hands still threw with amazing accuracy!

Prompto stood in shock as remnants of a snowball slid from his cap. You gasped to regain the breath your fits of laughter stole from you. 

Your laughter also obscounded with your attention. 

Before you knew what had happened, you were faced with the catastrophe of icy crystals sliding down your back from the snowball that hit you in the head. 

And with the first casualty of your warmth, the snowball fight was on!

The two of you ran and slid through the white wonderland around you, throwing hastily formed snowballs like your life depended on it. Prompto had an amazing aim, but very little muscle to speak of, so his throws never went far. You had gotten the drop on him from above, heaving an armful of snow down on him. 

Now, he sought revenge! You hid behind a drift as he advanced, unaware of your position. This would be the moment of truth!

“Come out, come out, wherever you are,” he sang, tossing and catching a snowball as he walked. 

You peeped over the embankment, waiting for your opportunity. Suddenly, it struck! 

Prompto was distracted by something in the trees to his left! Every muscle in your legs sprang to life, lifting you from your hiding place to face your darling adversary! 

But the shot was never to be yours.  

In a slowed moment, you watched as Prompto’s head turned to lock eyes with you. Before you had a chance to pitch, the snow around you came alive with magic!

A dozen perfectly formed orbs of cold magic hurtled towards your love with sublime accuracy. 

Time resumed it’s running pace as you watched Prompto become bombarded in white. He fell to the ground as both of you stared at each other in shock. 

“Not fair,” he cried indignantly. 

“That wasn’t me!” You threw up your hands to prove innocence, hastily dropping the snowball in the process. 

“Really? Then who was it?” Prompto was starting to brush himself off. You dashed over to help him to his feet. 

Soon enough, he had his answer. You had just gotten him to his feet when you heard small giggles echo through the trees around you. 

Prompto grabbed onto your arm, panic written across his face. “Is that a...a ghost,” he whimpered. 

But you didn’t share in his fright. Your mouth contorted into an exaggerated frown as twelve scantily clad fairly like figures made their way out of the trees and rocks around you. 

“For the last time, mom, would you PLEASE put some clothes on!” 

The twelve fairies smiled as they converged into a blinding light. From the light emerged Gentiana. 

The elusive woman strode towards you, her eyes half closed, looking at her feet. As she reached you, she looked up and placed one icey hand on your cheek. 

“Greetings, darling.” She opened her eyes to gaze into yours. Her smile spoke tales of fondness, joy, and warmth that others who new the Glaceon would never know. 

Knowing everything was in good fun, you smiled back at her. “Hello, mother.” You had missed her. Her cool touch felt welcoming on your skin. In your heart, you knew it had been far too long. 

“MOTHER?!?” Prompto had returned to his senses, now crying out in confusion. He looked between the two of you, thoroughly distraught by what had just happened. 

Giantiana turned towards him, a smile of warm recognition mixed with a hint of mischief graced her perfect face. “Hello, Prompto.” Her voice was distinct against the sounds of the forest, yet still soft on the ears. 

And in a single moment, your darling sunflower lost all of his composure. 

He started blubbering, pointing to places Shiva had hidden in her diamond dust form, then at Giantiana, then at you. The only distinguishable words were “Shiva,” “Giantiana,” and “mom”. His face turned redder by the second. 

Finally, he stopped. His cheeks were crimson and his mouth hung open as he stared at you. Silence fell over the world. 

Before you and your mother turned to each other and started giggling. Prompto looked exasperated in his confusion at the whole situation. 

Finally, you regained your breath. With love filled words, you decided to straighten out the situation. 

“Darling, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.” You paused to make sure he was listening. He nodded, open mouthed. You took a deep breath. “Meet my mother, Shiva.” 

It took many explanations mixed with frantic moments trying to calm Prompto as he hyperventilated, before you were able to fully explain the situation. As per usual, your mother was little help: she stood by silently, nodding and smiling whenever the moment suited her. 

Yes, Giantiana and Shiva were one in the same. And you?

You were a demi-god. Not by birth, but by blood adoption. You had been abandoned as a baby, too young to fend for yourself. Against the wishes of all other gods, Shiva took pity on you. She opted to adopt you and care for you as one of her own. When Bahamut threatened to destroy her newfound tiny mortal, she found ways to circumvent him. 

All it took was a single drop of her blood. 

She had fed you one drop of her blood, hoping with all of her godly might, that it would make you strong enough to stand against Bahamut’s rage and time’s fury. 

And it worked. 

You were now of her blood. You shared her powers and her grace. It allowed your life to continue seemingly without end and gave you the ability to move through time and space without a sound. 

After a mere 300 years of living with your mother, you decided to venture out on your own. For the last century, you had been wandering through the eras and landscapes of Eos. You had seen empires rise and fall, families be born and tear apart, and watched the trials of love. 

But this was different...

You had sent Prompto off, allowing Shiva a moment alone with you. 

“Is he worth it?” She asked in a soft tone, watching your love walk away beside you. 

You smiled. Your heart had always known the answer to that question but this was the first time you ever voiced it. 

“Yes.” 

Your mother looked into your eyes to test the truth of them. She smiled in satisfaction at the answer. 

“Then you have my blessing.” Her dark hair disappeared into a flurry of crystalline snowflakes before you. 

The sun made its way across the sky. Back in the cabin, you and Prompto snuggled by the fire to warm up. The time had passed in silence, with him simply staring into the flames. 

“Why?” He suddenly blurted. He was warming his hands on a mug of hot chocolate.

“What?” 

“Tell me why...this!” Chocolate spilled from his cup as he threw his hands up. HIs eyes looked fearful as he turned towards you. 

“This?” “Why me? Why are you here? Am I just your...current toy? What am I to you? I mean, I can’t be much! Look at you! You’re part god! You practically ARE a god! I don’t getwhyyou’dbewithmeand…”

With a single finger to his pink lips, you hushed your love’s panic. You held it there for a long moment, until he exhaled and allowed himself to relax.  

You removed your finger from his lips before giving yourself a moment to collect your thoughts. “I’m here because with you...with you everything is new again. With you, everything is beautiful and...filled with love.” You looked up to see him staring at you with a childlike awe. “With you, I don’t just see life, I EXPERIENCE it!” You searched his eyes, “Do you get that?” 

He shook his head, but wore a warm smile. “No, but if it makes sense to you, that’s good enough for me.” 

But his answer wasn’t good enough for you!

You grabbed his hand as you threw away the blanket over his lap. Your empty mugs lay discarded on the ground as you drug him to the front porch. 

In the cold outside, the sun was setting. The sky was painted with brilliant hues against the dark clouds. 

“Do you see that?” You asked blatantly, still holding onto Prompto, pointing towards the sky. He nodded in fearful shock. 

“Ofcourseyoudohowdoyoumissthefigginsunset...Ok, but have you ever thought about WHY?” The words seemed to spill from your mouth. 

“Why? Why the sun?” Prompto asked, not understanding. 

“No! Why the sunset is so beautiful! Why the sunset is so special to lovers…” You felt victorious in your discovery in the right words. 

“...no,” Prompto slowly began to shake his head. 

You pointed back to the colorful scene. “Just look at it! You helped me to see why! Look at those colors! You see the pink on the clouds? And the orange closest to the ground? And how the blue looks a bit more purplish in some spots than in others? Well, it’s different! Different from yesterday’s sunset!” 

You had to catch your breath from your last rant. Prompto slowly looked away from you to fix his gaze on the sunset. 

“Yesterday’s sunset wasn’t as purplish and it had more orange to it! It’s like love! It’s different each day, it’s different depending on where you are or how cold it is and...and a ton of other factors! But it’s always beautiful!”

“Love is different everyday, too! Sometimes you’re mad at each other, sometimes you’re so in love you feel like you’re going to burst, sometimes you’re scared FOR the other person, but you are ALWAYS in love!” You paused, out of breath from this marathon of explanation. Prompto stood beside you in contemplative silence. 

“Prom,” you paused for him to look at you. “I never knew that. Four hundred years and I never learned that. It took you to teach me that. And I love you for it...and so much more. I choose you, I want to be with you because...because you’ve taught me what love means.” 

He stared into your eyes with a look of realization in his eyes.

The kiss you shared in that moment was one of the most sublime things you had ever encountered. It was one of the purest and oldest forms of love, one the gods themselves would envy. But in that moment, none were present to witness it. For it was just the two of you, wrapped up in passion under a watercolor sky.

Stars started to peek out from the blue sky before you were able to return to your senses.

“Do you get it now?” You whispered towards the sky, wrapped up in Prompto’s arms. 

“I think so…” He began, staring out still. 

“Let’s do this, watch sunsets together, from now on! Just you and me! Let’s never miss a sunset! Or.. or anything else!” He burst, gazing down at you. “I love you, [Y/N]! And I want to see everything you see and learn everything you do! From now on!”

His outburst caught you by surprise for a moment, before you committed it to a loving memory. 

You smiled up at him. The future would come all to quickly, but for now, you would make the most of every moment. 

“That sounds...perfect.”

[injiminsheart]

Acquisition of a Daffodil: Ch 3: Park, The Affiliator

Genre: Fluff | Angst (light) | Humor | Smut | Dark  | Hybrid

Rating: General | Teen | Mature

Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader (?)

Fandom: BTS ARMY

Fiction Notes: BTS canon AU/ Slight future fic/ AU for personal life

Warnings: May give you some feels! :D

“She left like an hour ago,” Secretary Kim was telling Ji Hyun.

“She left? How come I didn’t realize that she left?”

“Because she didn’t feel well and told me to inform you but I forgot since I was helping a guest.”

“Oh, no worries. I’ll see her tomorrow then,” Ji Hyun waved at Ms Kim and went to go look for his brother.

“Hyung?” he looks around, but Jimin was nowhere to be seen, “Where did Hyung go? What is up with everyone today?”

Ji Hyun walked off to look for his brother.

***

Y/n was getting wasted on her vodka collection when she heard a doorbell. That’s weird. She only has a few friends here and they were busy with their work so couldn’t make it to her party. Who could it be?

She wobbled over slowly to the door to look at the peep hole. All she say was shoulders but they looked pretty masculine. What’s the worst that could happen? After a quick thought in her impaired judgement, she opens the door and her eyes widen.

“Jimin?” she laughs, “what the hell are you doing here?”

“I came to see if you were okay.”

“See if I was okay? Wow! The great Park Jimin not only remembers me but also cares about if I’m okay!” Y/n hiccups. She giggles as she loses her balance and Jimin catches her quickly. He closes the door behind him and helps Y/n to the couch. She reeks of alcohol and the smell along with the two empty bottles of vodka attest to her drunken behavior.

“You know,” Y/n straightens up, “I was so happy when Ji Hyun didn’t put your name on the guest list, but you just had to be there.”

“I’m sorry. I should’ve asked.”

Y/n stares at him for a few seconds until her hiccup kicks in and she giggles again, “You haven’t changed at all.”

Y/n runs her hand lightly on his face and her alcohol pinked cheeks turn a ruby shade as bites her lip. She kisses his cheek and Jimin looks surprised. She moves back to kiss his cheek down to his neck until a certain fabric offends her and she decides to take care of it.

***

Y/n wakes up with a killer headache and her bed is way warmer than usual. She regrets drinking for her fucked up low self-esteem issues. She groaned as she moved around in her bed.

“Uhhhhh. . .why did I have to drink so much last night? My head.”

“Here, drink this and take an aspirin.” a male voice says and Y/n soars up in her bed.

“Ji Hyun!?” Y/n all but yells at him, “what are you doing here?”

“I came to check up on you last night because Secretary Kim told me you weren’t feeling well and you wouldn’t. . .ummm. . .how should I put this. . .”

“What did you do?” Y/n interrupts him as she pulls her comforter towards her chest.

“I didn’t do anything,” Ji Hyun laughs, “it was all you.”

“OMG! But I was drunk, you could’ve--no, you should’ve refused!”

“You wouldn’t let me!”

“Oh Lord, I don’t remember. What did I do?”

“Well for starters, you were definitely making out with neck and trying to get me out of my suit and that wasn’t even the weird part.”

“I did something stupid, didn’t I?” Y/n hid her head in shame.

“Something like that,” Ji Hyun scoffs and extends the aspirin towards Y/n, “here, you’ll feel better.”

“After all that embarrassing stuff, I’m not sure I want to feel better at the moment.”

“Oh chill. It’s not like we slept together. I mean we did but that’s besides the point.”

“We slept together as in like slept slept or slept slept,” she stares out awkwardly from her comforter.

“There’s a difference?” Ji Hyun teases her.

“You know what I meant.”

“I really don’t, so please elaborate.”

“Seriously?” Y/n asks before downing the aspirin pill and the full glass of water.

He laughs and takes the glass from her, “I guess both. While you were seriously trying to sleep sleep with me, you fell asleep while kissing my neck and trying--very badly, might I add--to undress me. You eventually passed out on my lap with my collar in your hands. I carried you to bed and you wouldn’t let go so I had to sleep sleep with you here.”

“Oh my god,” Y/n turns pink with embarrassment, “I’m so sorry I put you through that.”

“It was my pleasure.”

“I’m sure. I owe you one.”

“How about brunch today?”

“Sure. Why not?” Y/n says getting out of her bed, “Let me shower.”

“What?” She replies back when Ji Hyun just stares.

“Nothing.”

“Seriously? You’ve seen me in my Spongebob night shorts and tank, drunk off my ass tryna make out with your neck and you still have a problem talking to me? You seemed quite well teasing me a few minutes ago.”

Ji Hyun laughs and sits on the bed, “it really isn’t anything. I was just thinking that I kinda took you as a satin night gown type of a girl. Never thought you would have Spongebob night shorts.”

“Satin is for special occasions,” Y/n winks and Ji Hyun giggles at her, “now let me take a shower so that we can go.”

“Well I have to change as well. Maybe we can meet each other in a bit.”

“Sounds good. Did you drive here?”

“No. My driver dropped me off.”

“Then just chill around here and we can drop by your house and then go to brunch.”

“Aight. I’ll watch some TV in the living room.”

“Aight,” smiles Y/n.

“By the way,” turns back Ji Hyun.

“Hmm?”

“Did you already know Jimin Hyung?”

“Why would you ask me that? Did he look like he knew me?” awkwardly laughs Y/n.

“No, but you kept calling me by Hyung’s name yesterday and then you asked if I remembered you--well--you asked Jimin hyung if he knew you because you thought I was him.”

“You must be mistaken. How and why would I know your brother? Isn’t he like a kpop star? I’ve heard a lot about him,” Y/n says walking into her closet.

Ji Hyun looks at her walking away but decides to put the whole Jimin hyung fiasco behind him. Maybe Y/n was Hyung’s fan and was too embarrassed to admit that she was fangirling. He shoves his hands in his pockets and laughs to himself.

“Let’s see if I can find some Spongebob on TV today. I feel like watching some Spongebob all of a sudden.”

****

They were in front of Ji Hyun’s house. Y/n was wearing her hair in loose curls with a floral pencil brunch dress and thin strappy pastel pink heels. She had ditched her favorite bag for a small clutch.

“I’ll wait out here.”

“Now don’t be like that. Mom will kill me if she finds out I have such bad manners that I made a woman--especially my business partner--wait outside for me.”

“You’re mom and dad are probably home and it’ll just be awkward.”

“I’m an adult. They don’t interfere. Come on,” he says holding out his hand for Y/n. She hesitantly takes his hand and steps out of the car.

“I like your house already and I haven’t even stepped inside yet.”

“My mom will like you too. She loves anyone who loves her house.”

Y/n laughs nervously and greets the lady that opens the door.

“Is mom home, Ahjumma?”

“Yes. Madam just went to her study. Let me call her for you.”

“No need,” He smiles at the ahjumma “just take care of my guest please.”

“Of course, Sir,” the Ahjumma replies before heading to the kitchen.

“Why don’t you have a seat? I’ll be a few minutes.”

“Take your time,” Y/n says taking a seat.

Ji Hyun rushes towards the stairs to get to his room and Y/n looks around. The Ahjumma walks back with tea for Y/n, “I’ve informed madam. She’s on her way here.”

“Oh, thank you. You really didn’t have to,” Y/n smiles at the Ahjumma.

“Of course she had to,” says a voice behind her, “you’re our guest and my son’s boss now.”

“I prefer to think of him as my partner. How have you been Mrs Park?” Y/n says getting up and shaking the older woman’s hand. The woman shook her hand back and Y/n sits down with her legs crossed.

“So what brings you in today? If I knew you’d be here today I would’ve prepared some brunch today.”

“Actually I’m waiting for Ji Hyun. We’re heading to brunch. It’s our first sunday after the acquisition. Thought we should get to know each other better to continue working seamlessly in the future.”

“That’s a wonderful idea. It’s better and easier to work with people you know well.”

“Well said, Mom,” Ji Hyun says suddenly behind Y/n. He looked dashing as always in his fitted blue suit.

“Oh hi, Aduel. How are you? I didn’t even see you come in last night. Your dad and I lost track of time after you and Jimin left.”

Y/n heart skipped a beat listening to Jimin’s name. She sent out a small prayer to God to not run into him here today.

“Yeah, about that.Where ever did Hyung go?”

“He got a call from his Manager. Apparently he had an event to get to this weekend so he left.”

“I was going to introduce him to Y/n properly. Oh well,” He pouted, “I guess next time.”

“I think we should get going now,” Y/n glanced at her watch, “we’re getting late for our reservation.”

“It was nice to see you again, Mrs Park,” Y/n stood up and shook the woman’s hand again.

“See you tonight, Mom,’ Ji Hyun says kissing his mom’s cheek. And as they start to walk towards the entrance, Y/n sends a small thanks to whoever was listening for not letting her run into the one and only Park Jimin.”

***

“This was great,” Y/n said as they reached Ji Hyun’s house, “we should do this again sometime.”

“How about next Sunday?”

“I’ve been with you the entire day, Ji Hyun. I’m afraid activities like this so soon will cause us the business,” laughed Y/n.

“We should do brunch every sunday. If you don’t want to spend the entire day.”

“Brunch sounds good.”

“Great. I’ll see you tomorrow morning then?”

“Actually, you’ll prolly see me in the afternoon. I have some clients to meet in the morning so I’ll try and come in the afternoon.”

“Or you can just take the day off,” smirked Ji Hyun.

“Uh huh. So that you can go home early?”

“Thought I should give it a try,” he winked.

“Nice try but I actually have an early morning tomorrow, so good night,” Y/n waved her goodbye and got back in her car.

Jimin stared at the retreating car as it went out the gate whilst talking on the phone in the balcony.

“Hello? You still there?” said a girl’s voice from the other end of the line.

“I’ll call you back, Babe,” He said hanging up his phone.

“Oh, Hyung!” yelled Ji Hyun as he looked up to the balcony, “You’re here! You should’ve told me you would be home. I wanted you to meet Y/n again.”

“I just got home, Ji Hyun-ah. Maybe next time. I’ll let you know.”

“Wait for me, then. I’m coming upstairs. We gotta have a game’s night like old times!” exclaimed Ji Hyun.

Jimin just chuckled and said, “aight. Come up and I’ll kick some ass.”

Jimin saw Ji Hyun rush inside and then he looked at the street that Y/n’s car had disappeared off to. Why now? Why after so many years? Why Ji Hyun? This isn’t fair.

***

[all-good-things-dot-dot-dot]

All Good Things… The Good With the Bad.

All Good Things… The Good With the Bad. #Blog #Bloggerstribe #AllGoodThings… 24th June 2020 Hello, Chaps and Chapettes,

(Source: https://www.keengamer.com/articles/guides/list-of-common-fallout-4-pc-errors-and-how-to-fix-them/ ) It might have seemed like I stopped for a little bit there, huh? In actual fact, I have still been writing, but more or less in the background rather than doing a full-on post like this. Does that mean I’ve been “neglecting my duties” or “forgetting the challenge” I set myself to write for thirty minutes a day? Well, sort of. I cannot lie. Let’s see if we can analyze what happened here and correct the error, shall we? The main hiccup was actually on Friday where I did not write anything at all. I did end up writing that blog on Saturday and followed it up with the actual Saturday blog which I wrote and posted on Sunday, but by then I was already going back on several guidelines that I’d set myself. The first was to ensure that I wrote thirty minutes a day, this was missed on Friday, and the second was to have a break on Sunday.

I’ll come back to Friday in a bit and how I’ll resolve that in the future but I also want to talk about why Monday and Tuesday also didn’t happen. Monday was an oddly exhausting day. The heat has been creeping up this week, today being the hottest so far, but Monday was still cool. I had to take a nap after work and then when I did sit down to write, what I wanted to write was not one of these. Instead, I wanted to work on ��Scoundrels”, a story about colorful ponies living in apocalyptic times. They swear, take drugs, shoot guns, it’s fun to write. The reason I wanted to write that, was because on Tuesday I attended an online workshop by a fellow writer who goes by the codename “Somber”. I know there’s non-bronies who read this on my Tumblr so, to summarise, they wrote a particularly famous FanFiction called “Fallout Equestria; Project Horizons”, millions of peeps have read it. It’s also a spin-off from an equally successful story called “Fallout: Equestria” (written by another fanfiction writer, KKat). Somber has a background teaching English so a class on Creative Writing was practically extra studies for my university course!

(Art by me, see https://derpibooru.org/images/2200843 )

The workshop was brilliant. Unfortunately, I didn’t get to workshop my story as we ran out of time but I didn’t feel too down about this. I made friends with a few other fellow writers and so could happily learn and share ideas with them. This ran on quite late and by the time it had ended, the clock was telling me I wouldn’t wake up for work if I didn’t attempt to sleep. That, neatly, leads me to today. As you can see, although I’ve had a busy day of work, walking to and from the shops and watching “Game Night” with my brother, I still managed to find the time to write this. That’s because tonight I had the time. That’s important. Friday, the time wasn’t there. I had to be there for a friend who was in need and since my chat, I have it on good authority that their life is looking up. Sunday was father’s day and I wanted to see both dad and stepdad, which I accomplished. Both men had a great day and felt loved, which was another mission accomplished. Sunday night was blitzed by a migraine and it took two paracetamol two hours to put those fires in my brain out. Monday, as said, was a very tiring day. But I also spent time writing something, even if it wasn’t this. So there was still something completed by the close of the day. Tuesday, there was work, I had my mother pop over for something, I had to cook dinner, and despite all of this still managed to make Somber’s workshop and find writing allies. Do you see where I’m going with this? Basically, just because you don’t get done what you wanted to do, do not look at it as a wasted day. Even a rest day is a success, so long as it is used to let you prepare for some harder work ahead. You are not failing if you didn’t hit that word count, or forgot to do something you wanted to do, or missed that walk to slim down the spare tractor tyre your gut has become. Even little accomplishments are still a win in the grand scheme of things and believe me they make all the difference. And sometimes, if someone you know, care about, or love is in need of you, then you should down tools to help them. Let me reiterate that it should be somebody you care about or at least someone who will return the favor along the line. There are people, even family, who can be a drain on your time, resources, and energy. I learned that the hard way last week (see my blog about bullies). Follow your head in these instances, especially if it is aligned with your heart. Most of all, I want you to take this away with you. Did you wake up today? Do you know how many didn’t get out of bed? Pulled a sickie? Or gave up? You didn’t so in that sense you’re already winning. Now go treat yourself to some cake, champ, you earned it. Stay safe, stay happy. All good things, Love, Scaramouche. X Oh, eerrrr, still here? Okay, let me square with you. Thirty mins just ran out but I wanted to include this; I am writing a spin-off of that “Fallout: Equestria,” series too, as I mentioned, called “Scoundrels”. I did have a lot of the story already up in my FIMFiction library, but I have unpublished it. Here are my reasons; I didn’t like how confusing it was. It felt like it started in the middle of a story. I had made choices as a writer that took the story in some strange directions. I made the plot too complicated. I made some of the good characters unlikeable. I made it too long while not much/ too much happened. So, I am holding onto what I wrote. I want to rewrite it, so that story that you may or may not have read does still exist and isn’t a waste of time, it just needs surgery. When it’s ready, you’ll be able to see it again. Until then, here’s a sneak peek at “Scoundrels”, the ponies of the apocalypse story I will be writing, have edited and polished before I publish it as fanfiction. Enjoy!

(Artist: Brainiac - see https://derpibooru.org/profiles/Brainiac ) ~ Scoundrels Written by Scaramouche “War,” a voice, masculine and gravelly, haunted my hangover. “War never changes.” It wasn’t much, but it was enough to stir me from where I’d attempted to make my early grave. My snout had the telltale feeling you got when you accidentally snorted water while submerged in a pool... Or hit too much Dash. I pushed my hooves out around me before my eyes were able to open and felt tiny canisters rattle away from me wherever I moved. My ribs hurt, telling me I hadn’t found a nice or even barely comfortable place to flop. The information fed back to me from all my senses came to the conclusion that I’d bucked up again. Daring to wake, I cracked my eyes open for as long as I could muster and fluttered the lids ‘til I could make out the shapes of a flickering square of light in the night-time room. Black and white images flashed through the screen of ponies dressed in armor and uniforms, those in the foreground attempting an escape with their wounded while the “best and bravest” continued to fight, to injure, to die. The image changed to Wonderbolts tearing over a coal cloud that once belonged to a shining city. I realized it was Manehattan, the place I’d hailed from. I knew from the shadow of a building topped with a huge pony head choking on the fumes. The Pegasi just seemed like haunting crows over that havoc. After the Manehattan skyline lingered for a few seconds, it switched to a shot taken behind ponies hiding from the invisible foe in a shady tunnel. Their silhouettes were huddled and perpetually expecting the worst of what was to come. Image after image along with the low, tedious voice seemed to mingle with the throbbing headache I’d gained. It reminded me that as gloomy as these images were, they were only the precursor for the apocalyptic times that came after them. I watched, laid lazily on my side among spent stims I’d used to forget the woes of the new world. I couldn’t help thinking that those dumb saps who had lived nearly a hundred years ago never knew how lucky they were. They could still trust the folks either side of them and that was more than could be said for most ponies this side of a century. “... But out of the devastation that arose from the wars, a few were able to reach stables that could house and shield them underground.” The narrator of the scenes kept going with his spiel regardless of whether I was listening or not. I looked about, but it quickly became apparent to me that the voice was just that. A recording from a stallion no doubts long gone now. There was nopony else in the place but for me that I could see. Nonetheless, he persisted. “Your family was part of that group and took refuge in Stable Thirteen.” On-screen, a snap of the giant cog that had once locked up this subterranean vault could be seen. “No, they weren’t, pal,” I grouched, squinting about the area still while battling with some persistently annoying amber locks of mane in my eyes. Something in this place was still trying to live, based on the squealing of a harmed fan spinning in the walls. Thanks to the projection lamp, I could see the tiles that dripped from the ceilings as age and erosion pulled them down. Wires knotted into nooses hung out from the ceiling gaps. Across dirty, rusted floors, the corpses of chairs lay on their sides and backs, stricken by the last unknown executions that had taken place here. Near me and my graveyard of used drug containers, a card crate lay on its side in a beaten state. “You are the first generation born in this stable to have not known the-the-the--” Apparently, I still wasn’t to know what “the” was. Above me, the box that had created this depressing light and sound show for me fizzed, crackled, sparked, then died. All light failed and draped a veil casually over me and space. Yet, this wasn’t as terrifying to me as might have been to somepony else. I sighed, relaxed, and let the gentle black patch encourage my head to heal. The festering stable was dead, the complaining sounds of the vents now a memory, and it was good. It was calming. I could maybe forget everything and fall back into a graceful slumber with it. After all, a ship in the harbor is a ship that’s safe... Of course, fate intervened. “Breeze! Breeze, where are you?” The voice was distant, but it was growing closer. “Gypsy Breeze, I swear on the spirit of Celestia, if you don’t get your ass into gear…” Fresh, battery-powered light began to dawn around the edges of the forever-open doorway into the corridors, confirming that the calling, living voice wasn’t far from finding me. “Buck,” I grunted to myself and pushed back the pain sloshing side to side in my cranium. I had to get myself up before they found me and the evidence littered around me. My legs complained but lifted me, allowing me to stand and let my brain cease paddling about in my skull. I swung a hoof out, brought it down, then my face immediately met the oxidized floor once more as a giggling Dash inhaler tripped me and twirled away. “Breeze?” They’d heard my tumble. “Buck,” I hissed painfully and scrambled back up, firing up a spell. I knew the caller in the halls would see the light but hoped I’d be quick enough. Despite the magic throbbing behind my junked-out eyes, I gathered all the emptied Dash I could see in the enchanted light. Catching as many as I could levitate, I shoved them into the deteriorated box, managing to slip the last of them away when a blinding orb swung through the door. I covered my bleary eyes and snarled out at a feeling only a vampire pony in the baking sun would understand. “Gypsy!” The dazzling sprite squeaked. “That’s my name— Buck, Hayfever, could you drop the light of that thing? My bucking eyes are about to explode…” mercifully, the beam lowered to ground level, allowing me to partially see the mare I knew behind it. Her sunset orange wings were spread in preparation to once more admonish me while the expression on the pegasus remained concerned. “You split from me again, Breeze. Ottawa said this stable is particularly dangerous, we shouldn’t be going off alone when--” “Ottawa was wrong,” I skulked somehow towards the door and waved my hoof back the way she’d come from. “I caught a terminal back up that way and… I dunno, something about the water talisman failing? Either way, the pony meant to fix it shuffled out the main door, and never came back. After that, the rest of the dwellers overthrew the overstallion and let themselves out of their own accord. Probably likely that nopony’s been here since.” If I’d have sounded more sure of myself in that last comment, I might not have seen doubt spread across her freckled, gold-lit face. “No, somepony has been here before us,” she suggested, “I found the mattresses pulled out of their rooms and laid together in the atrium. There was waste and broken gear that could only have come from outside too. Could be scavs, could be raiders, either way, we don’t want to take our chances.” “It could have easily been the Stable Thirteen ponies too,” I countered, “especially if they were going back and forth in and out of here, not wanting to--” I interrupted myself, as a false step kicked something, which ricocheted off of the metal wall and swirled unfortunately into the light of Hayfever’s torch. It only took her a second to realize what it was and I was already cringing guiltily when the light raised back accusingly at me. “Gypsy Breeze, you silly mare,” she scolded as well as any experienced mother could, “Using? Again? I thought you were beating this.” “It’s not mine,” I played the part of a lying teenager as best as I could, “it’s from those raiders you were bitching about--” “Oh, so now we believe in the raiders?” She had another quick examination of the inhaler and sighed, ruffling her wings in irritation as she walked past me, ensuring her hoofsteps echoed her annoyance. “When I agreed to hide your troubles from the rest of Helping Hooves, it was on the promise that you were going to make an effort to quit from them. Not so that you could privately indulge in the stuff.” She collected my saddlebag, discarded on a spineless chair, and was about to toss it to me when she had second thoughts. At my protests, she flipped the flap open first and rifled through up, digging out what she had expected to find almost instantly. Five more full inhalators of Dash were plucked out and tossed into the void of the room before she was comfortable returning my near-empty sack to me. “I’m not doing it to be an ass to you, Gypsy,” she said as I mournfully took the bag and slipped it back on. “As mayor of Helping Hooves I have a duty to look out for everypony and that includes you. But if you’re going to endanger lives this way, I’ll have no choice but…” I waited for what kind of penalty she’d place on me. Yet, all she could do was gaze at me, not mad, just disappointed. I gave a low groan, both out of the pain of coming down and the guilt of letting down a mare who was just looking out for my best interests. “Can we just get out of here?” I pleaded, “the air in here is making me feel sick.” “You sure it’s just the air?” She thrust a hoof forward, directing me on the way to head next. “But you’re right. Let’s just get the spark batteries Ottawa needs and high-tail it out of here…” To be continued...

(Source: https://thegeek.games/2020/03/24/fallout-3-war-war-never-changes-retro-2008/ )

[petehparker]

Write It Out

Request: *chanting* LONGER FICS, LONGER FICS (just cause i never want ur fics to end, they're so cute) also since requests are open - can we get writer!reader who has writer's block & is struggling to write a romantic scene. peter tries to help her get creative & fluff ensues!

Word Count: 1,269

A/N: hello hello! I’m sorry for the delay with this one, my summer has been a bit insane so far with camps and moving and things like that but I was so eager to return to this writing. Hope you enjoy!! -Claire xx

You sighed, pressing the palm of your hand into your cheek. The coffee shop bustled with life around you, but somehow you still managed to feel like you were in the middle of a dead zone, like you were in the most drab and boring place imaginable- all because of some writer’s block.

You knew you had to get out of your bedroom after several hours of pounding away at the keyboard and finding nothing to write besides the gibberish that resulted, finally packing up your laptop and notes and heading to a nearby coffee shop for fresher surroundings.

You sighed, deleting yet another failed sentence. You were more frustrated with this piece than you could remember being with any other. But this scene was also more important than any other- your protagonist was falling desperately in love with the tall boy with the magic dimples and the quick laugh and this was the moment, the moment in which she looked at him while they were sitting on the roof at midnight, or swinging on a playground that was far too small for them, or driving aimlessly around the neighborhood, the moment in which she realized she was falling for him.

Your only issue was figuring out how it happened; you had run through every option you could think of.

At first, they had been sitting in her basement and he had swung his head into her lap and her hand fell into his hair and it was the way he smiled at her- wrong.

Then, you had tried to write about the bonfire party in the neighborhood, as she watched from afar while he swung little kids by their shoulders and played as if he was a child too- nope.

The next attempt had involved something about a state fair and the top of a Ferris wheel, but you’d deleted it before it could go too far.

You were jolted from your reverie by the scraping of the chair in front of you sliding away from the table. “Mind if I join you?”

Your eyes trailed upwards, soon lighting on a familiar face.

“Peter!” You sat up, your smile instantaneous. “Hi, what are you doing here?”

“You’ve been avoiding me.” You sighed, thinking guiltily about your powered off phone at the bottom of your bag.

“Sorry for not texting you back, I’m having some really bad writer’s block right now.”

“Writer’s block? I am the ultimate writer’s block crusher!” His boyish smile seemed as if it could light up the room. “Let me be your muse, dahling.” His face took on a serious charm as he started drawling out his words, looking up at you from beneath his eyelashes.

Despite your feelings of dread about writing, this was enough to crack through a little. “I don’t think that’s how this works.” His expression dropped. “Well, have you ever tried it?” You pinched your mouth to the side. “I guess not.” You barely had time to move your fingers away from the keyboard before he was pressing the lid to your laptop down. Grabbing your coffee and his, he grinned at you. “We’re doing this then. Gather your things, chop chop.”

It took you a minute to reconnect with him outside, where he had his phone out for directions. “You’re coming with me.” His voice retained a joking huskiness as he handed you your coffee.

The path he set out for took you through many familiar streets, although you had no idea where he could be taking you. When you asked, he had just laughed and looped his arm through yours, clearly not willing to say a peep.

You ended up in front of a building you had looked at many a time but never actually entered- one of the only literary centers in New York. “When the words won’t come to you, you come to the words,” Peter told you.

It didn’t take long for the two of you to get lost amongst the shelves, joking around and pulling out the most amusing titles you could find. You almost lost it with laughter when Peter somehow discovered a book called “What’s Your Poo Telling You?”

At some point in your expedition, his hand found yours, tentatively curling his fingers around yours until you flipped your hand and fully intertwined them, offering him a reassuring smile at the contact.

By the time the two of you left the literary center, it was almost dinnertime. You decided to split a milkshake at the closest burger joint.

“So, what are you trying to write exactly?” Peter asked, swirling a fry in ketchup.

“It’s supposed to be this grand romantic scene, with, like, the whole shebang. You know, fireworks and sparks and lovey dovey stuff like that. Cassie’s going to realize she’s in love with Trevor. Trevor’s going to realize he’s in love with Cassie. My only issue is finding out where exactly you go to find love with someone.” You looked up and find Peter staring at you more intently than you expected. “Well, isn’t that an easy one?”

You frowned. “Obviously not, considering it’s taken me days to figure it out. I have to have it finished by this weekend and I have nothing.”

Peter’s smile began to grow. “What about a burger place?”

Your stomach dropped as your eyes fixed on his. “What kind of burger place?”

He looked around. “The kind of burger place where two kids can go to split a milkshake and some fries and maybe one of them will get the nerve to kiss the other one.” Your heart was beating faster and faster. Peter looked unfairly calm. “Well, this sounds like your story now. Does he ever get up the nerve?” “I’ll let you know,” he smiled, that same earth-shattering smile that drove you crazy.

Your own smile began to grow like crazy as you felt yourself flush.

It could have been just your imagination, but the conversation felt like a live wire all through the rest of the milkshake, and paying the bill, and the walk back to your house. You had almost forgotten all about your writing deadline until your eyes fixed on your front door.

“Now it’s time to actually buckle down and write something.” You smiled softly, brushing your knuckles against his like Morse code. “Thank you for today. You were a great muse.” His smile was like a wildfire. “What about one last piece of inspiration?” Suddenly he was close, so close, too close, as his hand pressed flat along your spine. You felt like your eyelashes should be tangling with his at this distance.

“I wouldn’t be opposed to one lasting image.”

When he kissed you, it was like every late night drive, every trip to the fair, every roof at midnight, every shared milkshake rolled into one. It was everything you could have wanted. It was everything you could have imagined.

You kissed and kissed until you felt senseless, until you were pressed against the front door.

“Peter,” you paused, pressing your hands against his toned shoulders. “I know, you have to write.” He pressed a few more kisses to your cheeks and even one chaste one to your neck before he backed away. “I’ll leave you to it.”

“I’ll call you the second I finish,” you promised. He pressed one last kiss to your waiting smile before you fumbled to open the door, feeling like you were seconds from exploding. You dashed up the stairs and to your desk, opening your laptop immediately.

You began to type immediately, finding that you have all too much to say.

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[verdigrisprowl]

July 31 Dancitron Movie Night - Rogue One

Prowl spent the first half of the movie only very reluctantly letting himself get dragged into watching the movie, but then he found out it was about the Spec Ops types being the heroes and from there on out he was completely invested.

The robot was the best character. As usual.

After the movie Soundwave showed Prowl his brain-web-map and Prowl loves it.

Swoop 8:07 pm Bird? Bird! Bird 😆 Bevel 8:07 pm ((finally able to go to a stream for the first time in a week gosh ItsyBitsySpyers 8:08 pm Soundwave is nice and comfy on his couch. He watches Swoop dash in shouting for Laserbeak and just points to the blue tinfoil sheet pack currently nomming out of a bowl on the bar. Swoop 8:09 pm *skitters over to loom harmlessly over his bffl* Hi Bird! ItsyBitsySpyers 8:09 pm She doesn't pause her eating. Just lifts a feeler and pats his face. Swoop 8:10 pm *is pat* <3 ItsyBitsySpyers 8:11 pm {{You Swoop sit here. Us watch good movie.}} Windchill 8:11 pm *Sneaks in real sneaky-like.* Swoop 8:11 pm Ok! *plops where she directs him* GOOD good movie? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:12 pm {{Yep. Bird seen. Betterer than tornado.}} Swoop 8:12 pm :V That pretty good ItsyBitsySpyers 8:12 pm Rumble flicks a snack at the 'sneaky' giant Con. FakeProwl 8:12 pm *appears. sits. chinhands. stares vaguely into the distance.* Whirl 8:13 pm *trots in. Whirl is carrying a rather large and unwieldy panel of metal. And, attached to that panel, is a horrid creature that looks rather like a squashed artichoke* Windchill 8:13 pm *Does a split-second Nosferatu impression in Soundwave's direction, blink and you'll miss it...then takes a seat.* Whirl 8:13 pm ((for reference: )) http://68.media.tumblr.com/47699e71b8b27a72dd631b7736d46dbe/tumblr_inline_njzoxgkkxd1ractlu.png Swoop 8:13 pm *nibbles on the fingers on his wings* Windchill 8:13 pm (( Most beautiful of artichokes. )) Whirl 8:14 pm ((it's chaboi)) best decepticon leader 8:14 pm *edging away from whirl* Whirl 8:15 pm *he pulls out a seat and carefully leans the panel in the chair so that the barnacle has an unobstructed view of the room, and the screen* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:15 pm //Hey, it's Killer!// The twins scramble over to come see. //It eaten yet?// Soundwave pings Prowl hello and nods. Windchill 8:15 pm *Stares in Whirl and Killer's direction, holding back a squeal.* Whirl 8:16 pm Not since this morning. Feel free to ply it with snacks. *gestures grandly and speaks in a rather grand voice* For those of you who have not yet had the chance to make the acquaintance of this noble creature... may I present Killer. best decepticon leader 8:16 pm Has it actually killed anything ItsyBitsySpyers 8:16 pm //An' you SWEAR it ain't knocked up this time?// Windchill 8:16 pm *Gasps in mild offense.* FakeProwl 8:16 pm *surprised optic flicker. oh. right. yes. greetings. pings back.* Windchill 8:16 pm *Of course it's killed something, it's in the NAME.* Swoop 8:17 pm You Whirl make It kill someone NOW! Keheheheh! Better than movie. Windchill 8:17 pm *RAISES HAND* best decepticon leader 8:17 pm NOT ME Windchill 8:17 pm I volunteer to be killed. Whirl 8:17 pm Not yet, but it did dismember a 'Con who was sending his creepy tentacles into my room. I kept the tentacle. Took Killer weeks to eat it. Windchill 8:17 pm As like, tribute. Swoop 8:17 pm *points at Windchill* DO it Whirl 8:17 pm As far as I know, it is not knocked up. best decepticon leader 8:17 pm That's gross FakeProwl 8:17 pm *how many people in this room are suicidal?* Windchill 8:17 pm *+1* Swoop 8:17 pm *is homicidal, thank you* FakeProwl 8:18 pm *at least that gives one reason why whirl and windchill are so into each other* Whirl 8:18 pm It was awesome, is what it was. Windchill 8:18 pm *Wiggles fingers, kill him please.* best decepticon leader 8:18 pm *Starscream too, just doesn't want to be killed by an artichoke* FakeProwl 8:18 pm *soundwave over half your guests want to die, what kind of a crowd are you attracting here* Windchill 8:19 pm *Beggars can't be choosers.* Swoop 8:19 pm *would literally help everyone take care of this problem right now if Soundwave wasn't a butt* FakeProwl 8:19 pm ((im already so glad i requested 80s music tonight)) best decepticon leader 8:19 pm *he thinks it would hurt too much* Windchill 8:19 pm (( GOOD JOB. )) Whirl 8:19 pm ((i am glad u did too 😎 )) Windchill 8:19 pm (( My fave. )) Whirl 8:20 pm *affectionately wiggles a claw at Killer; after a moment it extrudes three very delicate, feather feelers and waves them after the claw* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:20 pm *Soundwave is a natural magnet for other people's despair??* Whirl 8:20 pm Killer thinks I'm food. It's precious. Windchill 8:20 pm *Makes gross whining sounds.* Swoop 8:20 pm What Killer eats? Bot only? keheh. Or other thing? Whirl 8:21 pm Garbage, mostly. But it also eats body parts and glass. best decepticon leader 8:21 pm Glass? Windchill 8:21 pm I am garbage??? Whirl 8:21 pm Scrap metal is its bread and butter. Swoop 8:21 pm Lots of bot is garbage keheh ItsyBitsySpyers 8:21 pm ((FIVE MINUTE WARNING)) best decepticon leader 8:21 pm *covers cockpit* Swoop 8:21 pm Huffer say Dinobots made of scrap Whirl 8:22 pm Please, Starscream. Killer might eat garbage, but it still has STANDARDS. best decepticon leader 8:22 pm EXCUSE ME Windchill 8:22 pm Nothing wrong with scrap. Whirl 8:22 pm Now, if you'll excuse me. *he's gonna trot over to the bar* Swoop 8:22 pm Yah. And Huffer fit lots of cracks in walls, kehehheheh. Whirl 8:24 pm *he pulls his offering for the barkeep out of subspace; it's a box with a number of confections inside. Most of them seem to be some sort of cookie-like treat made out of thin, flaky layers of crystallized energon. Like micah, if it was edible* Windchill 8:25 pm *Puts his hand down, finally.* Swoop 8:26 pm Bird, us have bonfire after movie! : > Windchill 8:26 pm *Y'all missed your chance to be rid of him for good.* Whirl 8:28 pm *and give his beloved barnacle indigestion?* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:30 pm ((Pre-movie warning: Violence, loud noises, death, there might be some flashing, I forget. Otherwise, standard Star Wars stuff.)) Windchill 8:30 pm *It would live.* Whirl 8:30 pm *but it would suffer. can't have that* FakeProwl 8:31 pm *... oh. that was an okay song starting.* Swoop 8:31 pm *snuggles closer to Bird, or as much as one can snuggle a flat plate consuming another plate* Windchill 8:31 pm *Don't mind him if he spends more time admiring the barnacle than watching the film.* Swoop 8:31 pm Rogue meeeaaanns..... Run away? AWOL? Whirl 8:32 pm *nobody could blame you. It's a wonderful barnacle* Tarantulas 8:32 pm *here comes tarantulas just in time for the movie! he's going to sit in front of prowl and lean back on him, should he allow it* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:33 pm *Soundwave focuses his attention on the screen now. He nods to Tarantulas and whoever else came in while he was away and gets settled.* Windchill 8:33 pm Rogue is like... ItsyBitsySpyers 8:33 pm *Ravage fishes around on top of the bar with a paw, feeling for the snacks.* FakeProwl 8:33 pm *starts in surprise. oh. hi. makes a vague noise of acknowledgment toward tarantulas.* Windchill 8:34 pm Rebel, undisciplined, dishonest. Most people here fit the definition. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:34 pm [[He is not undisciplined.]] Tarantulas 8:34 pm *a noise! tarantulas got a noise! good. he's reaching back to briefly pet prowl's helm* Whirl 8:34 pm Killer's not undisciplined. Windchill 8:34 pm Well I am, when I want to be. It's optional. FakeProwl 8:35 pm *starts again. between the noise and the pet, he'd already zoned out again.* best decepticon leader 8:35 pm I'm not undisciplined FakeProwl 8:35 pm *pats tarantulas's helm.* Windchill 8:35 pm But are you dishonest? Swoop 8:35 pm Lot of bot say Dinobots undisciplined it true kehehehj best decepticon leader 8:35 pm undisciplined and dishonest aren't the same thing Swoop 8:36 pm Him have booby trap Swoop 8:37 pm no? best decepticon leader 8:38 pm hehehe booby Swoop 8:38 pm Dead Impact 8:38 pm I'M LATE ItsyBitsySpyers 8:38 pm [[Only by a few minutes. Do join.]] Windchill 8:38 pm I didn't say they were the same thing, I said they were characteristics of rogues. Pay attention. Whirl 8:38 pm So, what'll this get me? best decepticon leader 8:39 pm I am sort of a rogue Impact 8:39 pm *Beelines for Bevel, as per usual* best decepticon leader 8:39 pm I guess Windchill 8:39 pm (( I know, maybe I should select the HD option. EVERY TIME. )) Swoop 8:39 pm Why her hiding? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:39 pm =Depends. What do you want?= Swoop 8:39 pm Her have surprise Them not look ItsyBitsySpyers 8:39 pm {{Them guards find her, take.}} Swoop 8:39 pm Her shoot too ItsyBitsySpyers 8:39 pm {{Kidnap.}} Swoop 8:39 pm Her bite? Keheh. Windchill 8:39 pm A man. *points.* Whirl 8:40 pm The usual, if you got it. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:40 pm =If I don't?= Ravage peeps optics over the counter. Swoop 8:40 pm Kidnap? Windchill 8:40 pm Ew, a prison. Ew, an asteroid. best decepticon leader 8:41 pm Organics are gross Windchill 8:41 pm Ew, a city. Ew, people. Swoop 8:41 pm ????? :V Slag??? Whirl 8:42 pm *cranes his neck to peep back* Then, surprise me. You've not let me down before. Swoop 8:42 pm :V :V :V Lingo 8:42 pm what. Swoop 8:42 pm You outside :V boomtank 8:42 pm -wanders in looking a bit tired- Lingo 8:42 pm so? Allowed. Swoop 8:42 pm *pokes* Keheh Lingo 8:42 pm *smacks* Stahp. Windchill 8:42 pm Spies. Swoop 8:42 pm >.O Keheheheh best decepticon leader 8:42 pm A planet killer? *bad memories* Windchill 8:42 pm Good. *This is interesting enough for him to watch, for now.* Typical. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:43 pm =I do. Only wondering.= A low chuckle. He slides a big cube over. boomtank 8:43 pm ....what is going on? Windchill 8:43 pm *To be fair, he might have done the same thing.* Swoop 8:43 pm You Slag sit sit sit! Movie! You watch with Swoop and Bird! : > *is excite* Impact 8:43 pm One guy had intel but couldn't run away! Windchill 8:43 pm These guys are spies, spy things are happening. Duh. FakeProwl 8:43 pm *prowl would be impressed by this agent, if he was paying attention* Impact 8:43 pm And now we're on the planet he had intel from! Lingo 8:43 pm You Swoop no tell Me Slag what to do >=( Impact 8:44 pm Pay attention to this guy I like him. Whirl 8:44 pm *regards Ravage with amusement and a nod, scooping up the cube and giving him a quick toast* Swoop 8:44 pm PFFF! Fine. Slag go make new friend insteeeaddd! Impact 8:44 pm The guy with the goggles. boomtank 8:44 pm Ah. Okay Lingo 8:44 pm Me Slag no want make 'new friend' You Swoop shuddup Bevel 8:44 pm *wasn't actually here earlier for Impact to go to but is here now. better late than never, will just sidle over to where the little orange kid is sitting and hopes this movie isn't terribly inappropriate for her* Impact 8:45 pm Bevel! 3LD 3:D Lingo 8:45 pm *flumps down in the middle of the walking path just out of protest. Fuck you Swoop* Impact 8:45 pm You didn't miss too much! I was late, too! Whirl 8:45 pm *and now he returns to his seat, plopping down next to Killer and anyone who's sitting near it* Swoop 8:45 pm *chitters and giggles and flops on Bird* Bevel 8:45 pm Oh good. Swoop 8:45 pm *bird is his now dinopile now, butthead* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:45 pm *Bird fusses angrily* Swoop 8:45 pm *new ItsyBitsySpyers 8:45 pm *How can she move like this* Whirl 8:45 pm *snrks* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:45 pm //Some rescue.// Windchill 8:46 pm That might have hurt. Whirl 8:46 pm Just tossed her like a ragdoll. Swoop 8:46 pm *she doesn't move, she stays with Swoop <3 * ItsyBitsySpyers 8:46 pm *Soundwave taps Prowl.* Windchill 8:46 pm *Scratches his chin.* FakeProwl 8:46 pm *starts* Windchill 8:47 pm *That seems like a really short record.* FakeProwl 8:47 pm Hm? Windchill 8:47 pm *But he's not gonna say anything.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:47 pm @Prowl: (txt): Intrigue, infiltration movie. Prowl not interested? FakeProwl 8:48 pm ... Oh. Is it? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:48 pm *Nod.* Swoop 8:48 pm *perks up at "extremist"* Windchill 8:48 pm *Frowns.* Bevel 8:48 pm Oh, this is about spies and stuff. Impact 8:48 pm Uh-huh! And being heroes! FakeProwl 8:48 pm *looks at movie* What did I miss? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:49 pm [[This human is the daughter of an important enemy figure who is building a massive weapon. They broke her out of jail to see if she would help them.]] Bevel 8:49 pm Being heroes... FakeProwl 8:49 pm This... "Saw" is the enemy figure? Impact 8:50 pm It gets sad, but I like it. Like...really really sad! ItsyBitsySpyers 8:50 pm [[No. A massive empire is the enemy figure. Saw is an extremist rebel.]] Bevel 8:50 pm No spoilers. Shhh. Impact 8:50 pm oh! okay! Windchill 8:50 pm It is a bad idea. Impact 8:50 pm *hands over mouth* Bevel 8:50 pm *paps Impact gently* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:50 pm [[They wish to reach him. He knows her.]] best decepticon leader 8:50 pm It seems that anyone with the name saw is a villain in human movies FakeProwl 8:50 pm So she's related to both ends of the spectrum. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:50 pm [[Yes.]] FakeProwl 8:51 pm Lunatics in both end, I'm sure. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:51 pm *Soft huff.* best decepticon leader 8:51 pm probably Swoop 8:51 pm Everyone get blaster on mission : > Lingo 8:51 pm That dumb. Me Slag no need blaster best decepticon leader 8:51 pm war tends to bring out lunacy in everyone Windchill 8:51 pm Not always. Swoop 8:51 pm You HAVE You don't USE Lingo 8:52 pm No NEED Swoop 8:52 pm Keheh, no one TAKE from You Slag Lingo 8:52 pm Got FIRE FakeProwl 8:52 pm *the token robot is talking about probabilities casually in conversation. prowl decides to like him.* Swoop 8:52 pm Yah, fire. And you STABBY bot, keh. Bevel 8:53 pm We never got called heroes for doing stuff like this. Windchill 8:53 pm Nobody does. Whirl 8:53 pm *quietly watches and occasionally takes a nice big gulp of his gaugebuster* Lingo 8:53 pm Yah. Me Slag stabby bot. no need blaster. FakeProwl 8:53 pm ... So this is the extremist. And the one that's tied up said he's defecting, so he's with the massive empire. Or, WAS with. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:54 pm [[Was.]] @Prowl: [[...You will want to look aside for a few moments, however.]] @Prowl: [[When the Bor Gullet appears.]] Swoop 8:54 pm Him round like You Slag keheh FakeProwl 8:54 pm ... Alert me. Windchill 8:54 pm *Ships interest him less, back to barnacle watching.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:54 pm ((oop should be text. whatevs, you nkow the drill)) Lingo 8:54 pm Gullet bird thing you Swoop have gullet? Swoop 8:54 pm Carly say uhhhhhh sayyyy .... barrel... barrel chest ItsyBitsySpyers 8:55 pm *Rumble and Frenzy finally hop over to go hang with Whirl. And Killer, if Killer is where Whirl is.* Swoop 8:55 pm Gullet is bird thing Bevel 8:55 pm *that is a big weird shaped station* Lingo 8:55 pm him sparkplug say him got gullet FakeProwl 8:55 pm *something about all this seems vaguely familiar* Windchill 8:55 pm *It's shaped like half of his butt.* Swoop 8:56 pm ((God the cgi)) Windchill 8:56 pm *points* A butthole. Impact 8:56 pm *snickers* Whirl 8:56 pm *Killer is indeed; for the moment its put its cirri away and has closed up; Whirl bobs his head in greeting* What's happening, you two? Bevel 8:56 pm Looks like a really big weapons array or something. Impact 8:56 pm *nods vigorously* *trying very hard to not say spoilers* Swoop 8:57 pm This cool. Swoop want to fly here. Tarantulas 8:57 pm *is getting vaguely emotional at the family mush. springer's on the mind* Windchill 8:57 pm There's deserts on Earth to fly in. Swoop 8:57 pm Lots of good jumping place ItsyBitsySpyers 8:57 pm //Nothin' much. Been practicin' fightin' lately. Jus' ourselves. Ain't been allowed to torque Grimlock off for weeks. Sucks.// Bevel 8:58 pm Which side is Saw on? Impact 8:58 pm ((awwww, tarantulas)) Lingo 8:58 pm Him Ratchet say him put Lo-jack in him Wheeljack. No lose him Wheeljack like humans. Swoop 8:58 pm Me Swoop fly lots of desert. And canyon! Want new place. Wheeljack explode EVERYTHING off keheheh Windchill 8:59 pm Rude. Swoop 8:59 pm Keheh him drop Whirl 8:59 pm Pfft. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:59 pm [[He saw deserts for years. They are warm, but ultimately dull.]] @Prowl: [[Now.]] Windchill 8:59 pm Tentacles? best decepticon leader 8:59 pm ew Impact 8:59 pm *covers eyes* FakeProwl 8:59 pm *looks down* Lingo 8:59 pm What THAT Swoop 8:59 pm Wiggle Whirl 8:59 pm Yeah? Why you guys gotta play it safe all the sudden? Lingo 8:59 pm Me Slag no like .... FakeProwl 8:59 pm *hears the words "bor gullet can feel your thoughts" and can guess where this is going. covers his audials.* Impact 9:00 pm *uncovers eyes* Windchill 9:00 pm *Chin hands.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:00 pm @Prowl: (txt): Safe. Swoop 9:00 pm It wiggle Lingo 9:00 pm HIM TRY THAT ON ME SLAG FakeProwl 9:00 pm *uncovers and looks up* Lingo 9:00 pm ME SLAG BURN Swoop 9:00 pm It pretty wet squishy You have to burn LOTs ItsyBitsySpyers 9:00 pm [[NO BURNING INSIDE.]] FakeProwl 9:00 pm *quietly* What condition is he going to be in the next time we see him? Lingo 9:00 pm ...me slag burn with LASERS ItsyBitsySpyers 9:00 pm *Passes the data over a personal line so as not to spoil anyone else.* Lingo 9:01 pm *pchew pchew* Swoop 9:01 pm *giggles and pats the ground at Slag* Do! Bevel 9:01 pm *oh a named character, new party member* Lingo 9:02 pm Him Slime Bird no match for Me Slag Swoop 9:02 pm That no bird It fishy wiggle Uhhhh Squid Lingo 9:02 pm it gullet gullet bird thing it slime bird Swoop 9:02 pm Noooo keheheh Lingo 9:02 pm look like You Swoop Swoop 9:02 pm NooooooooooKEHEHEH no Windchill 9:03 pm An explosion would be nice. Lingo 9:03 pm You Swoop slimy bird FakeProwl 9:03 pm *... that's an acceptable outcome. he can watch.* best decepticon leader 9:03 pm propoganda Swoop 9:03 pm what slimy? XD Lingo 9:03 pm Me Slag make explosion! *pchew* Swoop 9:03 pm Grenade Windchill 9:03 pm Good enough. Bevel 9:03 pm Ha, backup plan. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:03 pm *If Slag is breathing fire into the middle of the room, he's getting bridged outside the doors* *He can come back in when he controls himself* Swoop 9:04 pm *that will be never* best decepticon leader 9:04 pm If your plan doesn't have at least 3 backup plans, it's impulse not a plan Windchill 9:04 pm Why do they always put crying babies in these films. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:04 pm [[Agreed, Starscream.]] Lingo 9:04 pm *That might be asking a lot of a dinobot especially if no one's said 'no lasers'* Bevel 9:04 pm Saved newbuild. Good. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:04 pm *Soundwave said no burning things inside the room.* Windchill 9:04 pm *He's not going to say anything about plans, that would be saying too much.* Lingo 9:04 pm *soundwave said No Fire not No Lasers* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:04 pm [[They put crying newbuilds in because war tends to create them.]] Swoop 9:04 pm Oh her shoot leg Windchill 9:04 pm I know that. Still grinds my gears. Swoop 9:05 pm Them steal energon crystal Bevel 9:05 pm Because then you know who the hero is when they save the newbuild. best decepticon leader 9:05 pm War also tends to create baby soldiers *bitter* Swoop 9:05 pm It white FakeProwl 9:05 pm *slowly zoning out again* Swoop 9:05 pm What white means, bird? Impact 9:05 pm It's a trope! ItsyBitsySpyers 9:05 pm ((WOOP i missed whirl's reply my bad)) Windchill 9:05 pm Am I the only one with kids here? FakeProwl 9:05 pm *he's not emotionally invested in this random gunfight* Swoop 9:05 pm Dead dead! Impact 9:05 pm I'm a kid! Tarantulas 9:05 pm *look there's ur robot prowl, get re-invested* Swoop 9:06 pm Kehehehh *likes this guy now* Windchill 9:06 pm Nice. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:06 pm //Boss' tryin' to - heh, that guy's kinda like you.// Whirl 9:06 pm Pfft. Nice. Swoop 9:06 pm Him exploded them keheh Lingo 9:06 pm Hurhurhur Whirl 9:06 pm *cocks his head* You think? Hmm. *he will watch this robot more carefully* Swoop 9:06 pm KAH! Windchill 9:06 pm *Snorts.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:07 pm //Anyway, Boss' tryin' to get a favor. Gotta chill out for a lil bit.// Sighs. //Scrap's borin'.// Swoop 9:07 pm Why him tap tap? Windchill 9:07 pm He's blind, Swoop. Impact 9:07 pm He's bli-what he said. Windchill 9:07 pm He uses the stick to feel around, I think. Swoop 9:07 pm Oh like Her Toph FakeProwl 9:07 pm *... faded back in for the robot.* Whirl 9:07 pm Ohh. Nice. Lingo 9:07 pm Her Toph no taptap.. FakeProwl 9:07 pm *but then fighting started again so he's faded back out* Impact 9:07 pm Yeah, like Toph! Whirl 9:07 pm I like this guy. Windchill 9:07 pm I've never been been blind enough to need a stick, so I don't know. best decepticon leader 9:07 pm Not the best formation to try to shoot someone in Swoop 9:07 pm KAHAH! Him good fighter Whirl 9:07 pm Vision's overrated, anyway. *waves a dismissive claw* Swoop 9:08 pm Soundwave, you do movie with him all the time Windchill 9:08 pm Yeah, I mean. Bevel 9:08 pm *has no children but Impact is definitely her baby sister now yep* Windchill 9:08 pm I didn't need it. Impact 9:08 pm *3:D* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:08 pm [[He is only in this one.]] Windchill 9:08 pm After I ditched the rifle, anyway. Swoop 9:08 pm KAHAHA Whirl 9:08 pm These two are badass. best decepticon leader 9:08 pm Is he sitting on a corpse? Windchill 9:08 pm Yup. Whirl 9:08 pm *looks back to Rumble* Sounds lame. I'd offer to show you some action myself, but there's not a lot going on in my part of the multiverse, either. Swoop 9:09 pm Keheh, them brother? Whirl 9:09 pm ...maybe next time I go on a graffiti run or something. though. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:09 pm [[They're better than the ground.]] \\GRAFFITI RUN?\\ Tarantulas 9:09 pm *loud snicker* Swoop 9:09 pm kee Windchill 9:09 pm *Snorts.* Impact 9:09 pm *giggles at Chirrut indignation* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:09 pm {{Neheh.}} Whirl 9:09 pm Heh. I think that guy's my favorite so far. Swoop 9:09 pm Them fighters funny. Them best. Whirl 9:10 pm But, yeah. Why not show new Iacon a little old-fashioned Cybertronian style, eh? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:10 pm [[That happened to Prowl once.]] [[The unnecessary blindfolding.]] Bevel 9:10 pm Really? Windchill 9:10 pm Let me guess, more cages. Impact 9:10 pm really? Windchill 9:10 pm More cages. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:10 pm [[Really.]] Swoop 9:10 pm That door suck. Him reach though. Button. Impact 9:11 pm But then they'd shoot him! FakeProwl 9:11 pm *heard his name. what?* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:11 pm //Whatcha write? Or you a drawin' type?// Conspiratorial whisper. Lingo 9:11 pm All door suck when Dinobot come knocking Swoop 9:11 pm Bad window AND door kehheh FakeProwl 9:11 pm ... Your Prowl? Swoop 9:11 pm YAAAHH Tarantulas 9:11 pm *pets prowl more. shh. not u, babe* FakeProwl 9:11 pm *starts* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:11 pm [[Ah. Yes. His. Unless it has also happened to you? But he meant them.]] FakeProwl 9:11 pm *why do people keep TOUCHING him without warning him* Tarantulas 9:12 pm *because tarantulas's paws have prowl magnets in them* Whirl 9:12 pm Usually rude things concerning King Idiot and what unsightly diseases he might or might not have. *takes a nice long draught* Windchill 9:12 pm How long has this Cassian guy been a spy if this is his first cage? Whirl 9:12 pm Maybe he's a very good spy. Swoop 9:12 pm This uhhh this guy, him in other movie ItsyBitsySpyers 9:12 pm [[He could simply be a -good- spy.]] Swoop 9:12 pm Mad Maxx That movie cool Windchill 9:12 pm Perhaps. FakeProwl 9:12 pm What's happened? *manages to pull up a word from his memory* Blindfolding? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:13 pm [[They blindfolded the blind human. He protested.]] FakeProwl 9:13 pm Oh. Windchill 9:13 pm But we've seen how quick he is to sacrifice those around him, so that might be it. FakeProwl 9:13 pm ... Well, I've never been blind, so. Tarantulas 9:14 pm You've been nearly blind, mind you. Windchill 9:14 pm Easier to get away with things with nobody holding you back, I suppose. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:14 pm //Diseases, huh? Listen, you want some whoppers, Frenzy can get like... so many names.// Bevel 9:14 pm Are there three sides? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:14 pm [[To what?]] FakeProwl 9:14 pm Mm. Only partially. Whirl 9:15 pm Every now and then, during the war, they'd knock out my optic. Doesn't bother me that much. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:15 pm \\SONAR RIGHT?\\ Lingo 9:15 pm Him Chip tell me Slag tri-angle have three side. Like me Slag have three horn. Whirl 9:15 pm And, oh, by all means, Frenzy. I'll take any and all suggestions you've got for new graffiti. Bevel 9:15 pm *points to the movie* She said the Alliance was hoping that Saw would help them if they sent her. So Saw is a different side from the Alliance and the Imperials? FakeProwl 9:15 pm *"it's not a problem if you don't look up." hmm...* Whirl 9:15 pm Mm-hmm. My vision's pretty shitty at the best of times, anyway. Tarantulas 9:15 pm *glances at whirl* Sonar? Impact 9:15 pm He's like, a splinter-side! ItsyBitsySpyers 9:15 pm [[Saw is an extremist. A rebel the other rebels believe goes too far.]] Impact 9:16 pm He wants the same thing, but he does stuff like the bor gullet to get it. Swoop 9:16 pm Threeeehooorrrrnnn Lingo 9:16 pm Tri- serah- tops mean three horn Whirl 9:16 pm Yep. I've always got it on. Tarantulas 9:16 pm Good to know then, hyeh. Windchill 9:16 pm He's holding up rather well. Bevel 9:16 pm Oh. Whirl 9:16 pm Built-in, for helicopters. I'd figure for a lot of other vehicles, too. Swoop 9:16 pm You Slag is terrible lizard kehehehhehhehh Lingo 9:16 pm You Swoop is ugly bird >=( Swoop 9:17 pm :V *rude?????* Windchill 9:17 pm *Sighs.* Tarantulas 9:17 pm *oh noooooo. oh no. clutches chest* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:17 pm *Soundwave tilts his helm while listening.* Impact 9:17 pm *is having An Emotion* Bevel 9:17 pm Same sides then. Windchill 9:18 pm *Taps his claws against his chin. Eh.* FakeProwl 9:18 pm ... That's her father in the empire? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:18 pm [[Yes.]] Whirl 9:18 pm *listens, as well* Swoop 9:18 pm ((tara this was made to kill you personally)) Tarantulas 9:18 pm *he's dying of feels* Lingo 9:18 pm This boring feelsy stuff No like feelsy stuff >=T Whirl 9:19 pm Not bad. I don't think I'd have the patience for it but that's a good revenge. Swoop 9:19 pm You Slag no like anything Lingo 9:19 pm Yah. Windchill 9:19 pm *Yup, he's gonna convert as many processes as possible to static to disguise everything beneath.* Swoop 9:19 pm EXPLODE Windchill 9:19 pm Oh, a bigger one this time. Swoop 9:19 pm YAAAAHHHH That BIG ONE Impact 9:20 pm Swoop, look! Swoop 9:20 pm See???? Reach out door. Open. Door dumb. Tarantulas 9:20 pm *he's not blinking to recycle tears behind his visor, nooo, no way* Swoop 9:20 pm Keheh. Impact 9:20 pm He reached through the door like you said! *wasn't tearing up. no sir* Whirl 9:20 pm *those two right there, the staff-wielder and the gunslinger--that's it. That's the ideal* Windchill 9:21 pm *Good, the parent/child stuff is over for now.* Whirl 9:21 pm Huh. There's no reason why he couldn't go. But, well. I can sorta see why he stayed. Swoop 9:21 pm Him suck at running Like Slag Slag terrible runner Awful Mud slow Kehehehehehhhehehh Lingo 9:21 pm You Swoop shitty runner Impact 9:21 pm *middle fingers at krennic* Lingo 9:21 pm Got tiny stump legs Windchill 9:21 pm *But there's no way the film's gonna leave that angst unresolved so he's gonna leave the static thoughts running.* FakeProwl 9:21 pm *well, he's finally consistently paying attention.* Lingo 9:21 pm dumb little tail Swoop 9:21 pm Running for losers. Winners fly. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:22 pm [[Primus below.]] Bevel 9:22 pm That is a really big weapon. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:22 pm Soundwave knows what the Death Star does at full power, but this is more - it has a higher impact than simply watching a planet explode in a second or two. Whirl 9:22 pm That's a Brainstorm-scale weapon. Swoop 9:22 pm Brainstorm? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:22 pm [[It can do worse. This was a small test.]] Swoop 9:22 pm Dead FakeProwl 9:22 pm *but the personal story's leaving him cold and the political story has failed to tell him why they should care about the rebels instead of the empire* Impact 9:22 pm *Cries a little* Tarantulas 9:22 pm *scoffs* Brainstorm? Hardly Lingo 9:22 pm Me Slag no need run fast Me Slag no run from fight Swoop 9:23 pm Fight over before Slag get there kehehh ItsyBitsySpyers 9:23 pm *Would Prowl like backstory? He'll get it, if he asks.* Swoop 9:23 pm :V That AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Bevel 9:23 pm *it's ok, Prowl, Bevel only knows she should care about the rebels/alliance because they're the main focus* Swoop 9:23 pm Us show Wheeljack. Slag, us show him. Wheeljack like. Lingo 9:23 pm .... *gets up* *Tromp-waddles his way over to his brother* *Flops down on top of him* Swoop 9:23 pm :V *is the middle pancake now* best decepticon leader 9:24 pm The Empire is like the Decepticons, that's why Whirl 9:24 pm Brainstorm's the best weapons engineer I know. FakeProwl 9:24 pm *prowl frequently finds the main focus objectionable and unsympathetic* Impact 9:24 pm *blows raspberry at krennic* Windchill 9:24 pm *Snorts.* Bevel 9:24 pm *and because destroying a huge swath of a planet with living people on it as a "test" is bad* Impact 9:24 pm RUDE EMPIRE IS NOT DECEPTICONS Tarantulas 9:24 pm I get the impression you don't know many weapons engineers, then. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:24 pm [[It would have been.]] Windchill 9:24 pm *Raises hand.* Whirl 9:24 pm I know plenty--Wreckers, remember? Just not many who impress me. Swoop 9:24 pm Wheeljack is weapon engineer : > Whirl 9:25 pm *sits up and puts on his Teacher Voice* Yes, Windchill? Windchill 9:25 pm Can we stop comparing the size of weapons engineering dicks with people who aren't even here? Thanks. best decepticon leader 9:25 pm The Decepticons of my universe tried to destroy Cybertron multiple times Lingo 9:25 pm Hur hur hur DICK FakeProwl 9:25 pm *said planet was a hotbed of rebellion and political dissent. Prowl doesn't know they didn't deserve to be used for a weapon test.* Swoop 9:26 pm Dick? Lingo 9:26 pm Swoop. Swoop him said DICK Whirl 9:26 pm Hmm. No. Tarantulas 9:26 pm *squints HARD at windchill* Swoop 9:26 pm *headtilt* Windchill 9:26 pm It's hella annoying. Impact 9:26 pm *pointedly looks in the opposite direction of Starscream* Lingo 9:26 pm dick dick dick Windchill 9:26 pm *Oh no what has he done.* Whirl 9:26 pm Well, too bad. Swoop 9:26 pm *headtilts the other way* Whirl 9:27 pm But it doesn't--the moment's passed, anyway. *waves a dismissive claw* Windchill 9:27 pm Works for me. Tarantulas 9:28 pm *mumbles something about the irony of windchill of all mechs complaining about something being annoying* Swoop 9:28 pm Dick? Lingo 9:28 pm Diiiick Windchill 9:28 pm *Your ego is annoying.* Swoop 9:29 pm :V Lingo 9:29 pm hurhurhur diiiick Tarantulas 9:29 pm *he didn't even SAY anything about himself thank you* Windchill 9:29 pm *Throws up his hands, basking in the chorus of 'dick'* Swoop 9:29 pm *is super into this landing* *wants to DO this* best decepticon leader 9:29 pm How old are you? Whirl 9:29 pm *serenely takes another drink and reaches over to wriggle a claw at Killer idly* Lingo 9:29 pm diiick dick dick Whirl 9:29 pm Now THIS looks like a fun flight. Lingo 9:29 pm hurhur Windchill 9:29 pm Looks like a crash, dude. Bevel 9:29 pm Whoops. Whirl 9:30 pm No visibility in the middle of a storm in a strange canyon? Could be challenging. Swoop 9:30 pm *does his best to fistpump when he only has wings in this form and also is trapped underneath Slag* *a wiggle was made* Windchill 9:31 pm *Snorts.* He's a spy, of course he's a killer. Morons. Impact 9:31 pm 3:c Swoop 9:31 pm *is snuggling his stupid dumb awful big brother and his crush while watching a movie with sweet explosions and exciting low visibility landings, is the happiest borb here tonight* <3 ItsyBitsySpyers 9:31 pm *Sometimes wonders what this Force would be like to touch, were it real.* Impact 9:32 pm *Wonders that sometimes, too.* *Sometimes she thinks it would feel like Soundwave "talking'* FakeProwl 9:32 pm *hasn't the fuzziest idea what the unnamed force they're talking about is supposed to be, so assumes it's tingly magnetic force.* Whirl 9:32 pm *laughs* Bevel 9:32 pm HA Windchill 9:33 pm *Snorts.* Impact 9:33 pm They are Married. Whirl 9:33 pm THAT is how you write a couple. Lingo 9:33 pm Him Beachcomber say it real thing Windchill 9:33 pm *Sighs.* Swoop 9:33 pm What real thing? Whirl 9:33 pm So many bad romances in these movies as of late--finally, a good one. Lingo 9:33 pm Force thing. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:33 pm //Ain't had a good one since the aliens one, yeah?// Swoop 9:33 pm Beachcomber say lot of things, keheheh, funny things Whirl 9:33 pm *pauses to think* Bevel 9:33 pm Aliens one? Whirl 9:33 pm Not really, no. Oh, Shovel--we watched this movie about two warring races of aliens on Earth. Lingo 9:33 pm Yah. Swoop 9:34 pm That ship is triangle Whirl 9:34 pm One of them eventually teamed up with a human, and he made her trophies out of the body of a xenomorph she killed. And then they hunted a giant-ass Queen Alien together. Windchill 9:34 pm Man he's not good at covering his ass. Whirl 9:34 pm The most romantic movie I've seen since the fly one. Impact 9:34 pm ((What is the aliens movie they reference?)) Bevel 9:34 pm Oh that one! ItsyBitsySpyers 9:34 pm *Rumble sighs* //It was sweet.// Whirl 9:34 pm ((Aliens vs Predator)) Tarantulas 9:34 pm *gghhh noo he does not like where this is going* Bevel 9:34 pm That was a good one. Impact 9:34 pm ((i knew it XD)) Whirl 9:34 pm (( 😎 )) Windchill 9:34 pm This will be a good shot. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:34 pm *Soundwave gently nudges Tarantulas with his ankle.* Whirl 9:35 pm You should see the fly one sometime, that was good, too. Windchill 9:35 pm Or at least, moderately challenging. Whirl 9:35 pm *he nods wistfully* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:35 pm *Is he all right down there? Soundwave hasn't been touching him, he hasn't heard.* Swoop 9:35 pm Oh him sniper Like Bluestreak Windchill 9:35 pm Oh boy. Tarantulas 9:35 pm *sw gets a Don't Touch pulse and a nudge away* Swoop 9:35 pm Wet sniper ItsyBitsySpyers 9:35 pm *He will obey it. And assume Tarantulas is not all right down there.* Windchill 9:35 pm *Refrains from making his own wet sniper joke.* Impact 9:36 pm 3:c Swoop 9:36 pm SHOOT Windchill 9:36 pm He's gonna flake. Swoop 9:36 pm No? Lame Whirl 9:36 pm Huh. Wonder why he didn't take it. Swoop 9:36 pm !! FakeProwl 9:36 pm Weak. Swoop 9:36 pm Oh THEM shoot Dead dead dead dead keheh Impact 9:36 pm 3:cccccc Swoop 9:37 pm KAHA Him fall Whirl 9:37 pm She's got guts, though. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:37 pm [[He is a doomed man regardless. The Empire is not known to have sympathy, in this universe.]] Swoop 9:38 pm Me Swoop want to fly, want to go there Lingo 9:38 pm booo dumb fly bots Where swords ItsyBitsySpyers 9:38 pm [[Which does make the other engineers' deaths a waste. A lesson is of little use if the one learning will be murdered.]] Windchill 9:38 pm Well then. Swoop 9:38 pm AHA ItsyBitsySpyers 9:38 pm Pause. [[...Or bombed, he supposes.]] Swoop 9:38 pm DEAD Windchill 9:39 pm They keep flying directly into that gun. Swoop 9:39 pm !!!!! THAT SO COOL ME WANT THAT AWESOME Lingo 9:39 pm ._. Swoop 9:39 pm *full body wiggle* FakeProwl 9:40 pm *a bunch of clearly innocent engineers were shot to punish the guilty one, rather than eliminating the guilty one and moving on. NOW prowl finally has a concrete reason to assume the empire is Bad, if they permit that kind of corruption.* Lingo 9:40 pm ... ........ *warring with his previous statements about not needing a blaster* Windchill 9:40 pm Wait. Why did none of the other bodies get blown off? Tarantulas 9:40 pm *back to clutching his chest with one paw and hating swoop for being a yelly jerk* FakeProwl 9:40 pm *... he still doesn't really CARE, though.* Windchill 9:40 pm *For crying out loud.* Impact 9:40 pm *looks away from screen, teary* Lingo 9:40 pm What him doing Impact 9:40 pm *Notices tarantulas? 3:o?* Swoop 9:40 pm *is a yelly jerk all day every day, buddy* Dying ItsyBitsySpyers 9:41 pm [[Dying.]] Lingo 9:41 pm Him dying too slow Swoop 9:41 pm You Slag go make faster KA Bevel 9:41 pm *stares at screen blankly* Tarantulas 9:41 pm How about you show him how it's done, Slag. *snaps* Lingo 9:41 pm Him Grapple yell when Me Slag stab screen Impact 9:41 pm *brought A HANDKERCHIEF, thankfully* Windchill 9:41 pm *Snorts.* Impact 9:41 pm 3:'( Swoop 9:42 pm Soundwave not yelly bot keheh Impact 9:42 pm *leans on Bevel* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:42 pm [[The very idea, Swoop.]] Bevel 9:42 pm *will pat Impact carefully* Whirl 9:42 pm *drains his cube and sets it aside* Lingo 9:42 pm Swoop why you hang out with mushy bots Windchill 9:43 pm *Raises hand.* Swoop 9:43 pm What bot is mushy bot? Whirl 9:43 pm *Teacher Voice* Yes, Windchill? Lingo 9:43 pm Them all feelsy Swoop 9:43 pm Which? Windchill 9:43 pm Are you drunk and does it increase my chances of holding Killer? Lingo 9:43 pm *tosses head around* Them Windchill 9:43 pm *He's the mushiest.* Whirl 9:44 pm No. Not drunk. And I mean... if you're careful you can pick up the panel. But don't drop it. Windchill 9:44 pm Listen, I'm an expert at holding things. Bevel 9:44 pm *is only mushy if one counts anger as a mushy emotion* Lingo 9:44 pm Me Slag was fighting when me was month old You human not special Swoop 9:44 pm You Slag fighting since ever keheh Windchill 9:44 pm I have kids, remember? FakeProwl 9:45 pm *FINALLY. an engaging conversation.* Windchill 9:45 pm I can be...super careful. Swoop 9:45 pm ooo volcano Lingo 9:45 pm Them come see us Dinobots? Whirl 9:45 pm If you drop it I'm gonna knock your block off. Fair warning. Lingo 9:45 pm Us Dinobots in Volcano FakeProwl 9:45 pm *well, he's halfway through the movie, but at last he has a reason to not regret trying to pay attention.* Swoop 9:45 pm This too fancy for dinobot keheh Bevel 9:46 pm ... ItsyBitsySpyers 9:46 pm //Oh, frag yeah! This guy's badass.// Lingo 9:46 pm Him look like Him moldy-vorp Bevel 9:46 pm Bubble bath. Swoop 9:46 pm ((so is vader naked or what)) Whirl 9:46 pm Who's he? Swoop 9:46 pm ((do people often talk to him while he's in the buff)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:46 pm Rumble bounces on his seat, and--aww, what? Impact 9:46 pm *can't help but giggle* Swoop 9:46 pm Moldy-vorp??? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:46 pm //Wait, you dunno? Ain't you seen these?// Lingo 9:46 pm Yah Swoop 9:46 pm What Lingo 9:46 pm moldy-vorp. Bevel 9:46 pm Moldy-vorp? Swoop 9:46 pm What is Whirl 9:46 pm Yeah, I--OH. it's THAT guy. I didn't recognize him without the suit. Lingo 9:47 pm him wear black flowy thing got no nose moldy vorp ItsyBitsySpyers 9:47 pm \\WHAT'S WRONG WITH NOT HAVIN' NOSES?\\ Bevel 9:47 pm *thinks* Swoop 9:47 pm moldy??? vorp????? Bevel 9:47 pm I do not have a nose either. Windchill 9:47 pm I suppose my block is a fair recompense. Impact 9:47 pm Me neither! Bevel 9:47 pm *no nose universes unite* Lingo 9:47 pm Why you no have nose? Whirl 9:47 pm I think more of us don't have noses than do. Lingo 9:47 pm Him Wheeljack not give you nose? Bevel 9:47 pm I was born that way. Windchill 9:48 pm *Reaches out with grabby claws, give him the barnacle.* Swoop 9:48 pm Him like Grimlock Impact 9:48 pm Me too! Swoop 9:48 pm Bossy Breath loud keheh ItsyBitsySpyers 9:48 pm Rumble chinhands. Lingo 9:48 pm Him Wheeljack leave parts out Me Slag. Him leave nose off you? Whirl 9:48 pm PFFT. Windchill 9:48 pm Nice pun. Tarantulas 9:48 pm *snicker-hiccup* Swoop 9:48 pm Choke people Windchill 9:48 pm Good job, shiny man. FakeProwl 9:48 pm *... how did he choke him* Lingo 9:49 pm fishy man?? Bevel 9:49 pm Did he use magic to choke him? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:49 pm [[It is the Force.]] Impact 9:49 pm He used the force! Whirl 9:49 pm I mean, if I was an unimaginably powerful fantasy space knight you'd bet I'd crack bad puns all the time. Bevel 9:49 pm ...magic. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:49 pm [[The dark side of it.]] Lingo 9:49 pm Her shiny Whirl 9:49 pm Who'd stop me? Windchill 9:49 pm You crack puns anyway, Whirl. Impact 9:49 pm yeah, kinda sci fi magic! Bevel 9:49 pm *suddenly connects earlier conversations* Voldemort! FakeProwl 9:49 pm Which force? The force of what? Impact 9:49 pm oh! Lingo 9:49 pm Yah him. moldy-vorp Whirl 9:49 pm Well, yes. Windchill 9:49 pm *GRABBY HANDS.* Impact 9:49 pm it's like...the force of life in everything? and some people can control it! Bevel 9:49 pm Magic force. He is a bad wizard. Whirl 9:50 pm *stares at the grabby hands* Windchill 9:50 pm *He wants,,,the barnacle.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:50 pm [[Yes. There is an entire series concerning this fictional galaxy and its troubles. They explain the Force better there.]] Whirl 9:50 pm *nods towards Killer. It has got its own seat* Impact 9:50 pm *bounces in seat* Swoop 9:50 pm ((so what you're saying is.... they need a ..... new.... hope)) Impact 9:50 pm *just had a great idea for movie night* Windchill 9:51 pm *Fine, he'll get up and get it then.* FakeProwl 9:51 pm Stirring speech, for somebody who didn't care about this fight a day earlier. Whirl 9:51 pm *nudges Rumble* D'you think Vader will come back? (( 😎 )) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:51 pm //Hope so. He ups the scare by like... a billion.// Impact 9:51 pm ((keheheheh)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:51 pm //Don't matter what he's doin'.// Lingo 9:51 pm Me Slag no care about Decepticon. Fight anyway. Bevel 9:51 pm *would show Lord of the Rings forever on movie nights if she hosted let's be real* Whirl 9:51 pm I'd like to see him in action again. Impact 9:51 pm *would come for all those LOTRS* Windchill 9:52 pm *Gets up and creeps around to loom over the back of Killer's seat before, CAREFULLY, reaching down to pick up the panel and take it back to his chair.* Bevel 9:52 pm *true friends watch all six special edition tolkien movies with you* Whirl 9:52 pm *keeps his optic on the screen, but he's tracking you, Windchill* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:52 pm *Oh. Oh. Do his kind get to be heroes for once?* Impact 9:52 pm *yeaaaaaahhh* *and all 12 hours of behind the scenes content?* Windchill 9:52 pm *Fair enough, if it was his barnacle he'd probably do the same.* Lingo 9:52 pm Where splosions go Bevel 9:53 pm So all the spies and not-heroes are gonna be heroes now and stop the bad weapon? FakeProwl 9:53 pm *spies, saboteurs, assassins—fighting dirty for the greater good. all right. okay. prowl's invested. these are his soldiers.* Whirl 9:53 pm *snickers* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:53 pm \\HAHA!\\ Bevel 9:53 pm *giggles* Impact 9:53 pm yeah! Windchill 9:53 pm *Sits and sets the panel in his lap, propped up against his pale trout belly so Killer can still 'see'* Swoop 9:53 pm *rests his head on Slag's leg* Them pretty cool. Them go leave, do what them want. Break rules. Go fight. Kill. Whirl 9:53 pm *They're flying in the face of authority because authority is being stupid. Whirl likes them, too* Lingo 9:53 pm When us Dinobots do that Him Wheeljack make annoying baby brothers Swoop 9:54 pm heyyyyy Me Swoop am annoying baby brothers Lingo 9:54 pm Yah. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:54 pm *Laserbeak throws the empty bowl at Slag* Whirl 9:54 pm *if his hands go near Killer's mouth, its going to poke its little cirri out and wave them around* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:54 pm *Rude, insulting her minion* Lingo 9:54 pm *gets hit. Lifts head. What was that* *He was in the middle of story time* Impact 9:54 pm *waves hands excitedly* Rogue one! Swoop 9:54 pm *hides bird under his wing, nothing threw the thing, it was your imagination, yes* Windchill 9:54 pm *Windchill has learned to watch his hands around Killer, thanks.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:55 pm [[They're being very polite for thieves.]] Windchill 9:55 pm *But he'll peer down at it anyway.* Lingo 9:55 pm *plops head back down* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:55 pm *Amused* Bevel 9:55 pm *can get on board with this for sure now* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:55 pm *Laserbeak pats the bottom of Swoop's wing. Good minion* FakeProwl 9:55 pm No need to be rude about it. Windchill 9:55 pm *His spawn isn't here and he needs to pseudo-cuddle SOMETHING after that mushy stuff.* Whirl 9:55 pm ((*grabs my own heart*)) Impact 9:55 pm *happy noise* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:55 pm ((awwww chill)) Impact 9:55 pm I know who he's gonna seeeeend Whirl 9:55 pm ((CHULL)) Swoop 9:55 pm *moves just a little so bird can either peak out or stay hidden* Lingo 9:56 pm *idle-nibbles at Swoop with tricera beak* Swoop 9:56 pm *chitters but does literally nothing to stop it* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:56 pm *She'll stick her feelers out to watch. She has already seen; she's the one who told Soundwave about it.* Windchill 9:56 pm *Looks back up, trying to bother to keep up.* *Snorts.* Being an organic must really suck, sometimes. Swoop 9:57 pm You Slag be rogue again. Maybe us get MORE brothers! : > FakeProwl 9:57 pm Do you think organics KNOW that when they include a token robot, he's always the best character in the movie? Bevel 9:57 pm *mercenaries are viewed pretty poorly by both sides in conflicts so having any of these types being heroes is nice* Windchill 9:57 pm Yeah. Lingo 9:57 pm Me Slag rogue always. Them only care if ALL us Dinobots rogue. Swoop 9:57 pm Oh Snarl never do that ItsyBitsySpyers 9:57 pm [[He doubts they appreciate their own work that way.]] Tarantulas 9:57 pm *snickers at prowl* Swoop 9:57 pm Him have to wake up Him not like that Lingo 9:57 pm Yah. Annoying baby brother. Bevel 9:57 pm I bet some of them do, Prowl. Windchill 9:57 pm Ew, force field??? Lingo 9:57 pm like you swoop Windchill 9:58 pm That's like an energy shield or something? Annoying. Bevel 9:58 pm Yeah. Windchill 9:58 pm I hate those things. Swoop 9:58 pm Me Swoop am awesome baby brother And also Lingo 9:58 pm You Swoop noisy bird thing Swoop 9:58 pm not a baby YAH Lingo 9:58 pm You Swoop baby Swoop 9:58 pm Birds is awesome Nuh huh Lingo 9:58 pm You Swoop small and scream all time you baby Swoop 9:59 pm Scream fun : > FakeProwl 9:59 pm That's a poor plan. Windchill 9:59 pm Sounds like one of my plans, heh. Lingo 9:59 pm Cuz you baby Windchill 9:59 pm On a bad day. Swoop 9:59 pm No Whirl 9:59 pm Pfft. He's good, Prowl, but my favorite is still the monk guy. Lingo 9:59 pm yah Bevel 9:59 pm Sounds like some of the plans we got. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:59 pm [[He said they were spies, saboteurs, and assassins. He never said they had a strategist.]] Huff. Swoop 9:59 pm Me Swoop am bomber Not baby Windchill 9:59 pm The robot is a strategist! FakeProwl 9:59 pm They should ask the robot for one. Lingo 9:59 pm You Swoop baby Windchill 9:59 pm He said so in the beginning. FakeProwl 9:59 pm Who put HER in charge? Whirl 9:59 pm "Make 10 men feel like 100." Now THAT'S a familiar feeling. Lingo 9:59 pm Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay-beeeeeeeeeee Swoop 10:00 pm noooooooo ItsyBitsySpyers 10:00 pm ((mun missed that! thank u chill)) Lingo 10:00 pm Him Swoop is baaaaay-beeeee Swoop 10:00 pm not a baaaaay-beeeeee ItsyBitsySpyers 10:00 pm \\PUH, 10 TO 100. 1 TO 100, THAT'S ME.\\ *Frenzy thumps his chest* Bevel 10:00 pm 1 to 1000. Me. Lingo 10:00 pm Yuh huuuhhh Windchill 10:00 pm (( It's such a one-off comment that if you're not hyper-fixated on K2 it's easy to miss tbh. )) Whirl 10:00 pm *snickers* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:00 pm *SQUINT*

\\...1 TO TEN THOUSAND.\\ Windchill 10:01 pm You people and your numbers... Bevel 10:01 pm *grins*

1 to a million. Swoop 10:01 pm *nips at Slag's toes* Whirl 10:01 pm I've SEEN you in action, Frenzy. I believe it. But Bevel... I haven't seen you fight. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:01 pm *LEAPS to his feet* Whirl 10:01 pm We should remedy that. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:01 pm \\YOU WANNA GO? RIGHT HERE? RIGHT NOW?\\ Lingo 10:01 pm *nips at Swoop's crest* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:01 pm [[Frenzy. Sit down.]] Bevel 10:01 pm *giggles* Windchill 10:01 pm There should be more fighting in general. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:01 pm \\BUT BOSS--\\

[[Sit.]] Swoop 10:01 pm *jokes on Slag, there is absolute minimal feeling in that decorative shit* Windchill 10:01 pm *Nods in agreement at his own statement, then sticks his tongue out at Killer.* Lingo 10:01 pm *clamps down on it. Pulls* Swoop 10:01 pm *it's just for impressing lady birds and the pterodon aethetic* !!!! Windchill 10:02 pm *He knows this is ill advised, which is exactly why he's doing it.* Swoop 10:02 pm *is pulled* Whirl 10:02 pm *Killer probably thinks something very wise when he sees Windchill's tongue. But it doesn't respond* *UNLESS THAT TONGUE IS CLOSE* Lingo 10:02 pm *bleps* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:02 pm *Frenzy growls and gestures to show Bevel that he's watching her before climbing back up near Whirl. He'll get you next time, Gadget.* Lingo 10:02 pm You Swoop slimy bird Bevel 10:02 pm *as the daughter of a prime and any Ratchet that's ever existed, she could probably take half a zombie army, so maybe the first number was only a little overly estimated* Whirl 10:02 pm All right. Next time I find myself in a good, big fight, I'm inviting ALL of you. Windchill 10:02 pm *Lets his glossa snake closer and closer, black and coiling as a leech.* Bevel 10:02 pm Yay! Swoop 10:02 pm That not slime. That You Slag gross spit. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:02 pm \\ME FIRST.\\ Lingo 10:02 pm Nuh uh Whirl 10:03 pm That is to say, Frenzy, Bevel, and Rumble. best decepticon leader 10:03 pm Do I get to punch you if I go? Bevel 10:03 pm Me second! Windchill 10:03 pm *Raises hand.* Whirl 10:03 pm You're not invited. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:03 pm \\DAMN STRAIGHT.\\

//....Hey, why'm I last!?// //Who d'you think TAUGHT her?// Windchill 10:03 pm *Sucks his tongue back in, for now.* best decepticon leader 10:03 pm You said we were all invited Windchill 10:03 pm I was gonna say, I can't go. Bevel 10:03 pm I can carry you both and we can all be first? Whirl 10:03 pm I then specified who I meant by "all." Swoop 10:03 pm Oh look Them bombs Windchill 10:03 pm 'Cause. Swoop 10:03 pm Slag look Them do an explode Whirl 10:03 pm You;re last because you weren't part of the discussion. Lingo 10:03 pm Him twirly Whirl 10:03 pm But, I mean. Obviously, you'd come along. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:03 pm //That's cuz perfection don't gotta brag.// Whirl 10:03 pm *OH BOY the battle couple is at it* *snickers* Swoop 10:04 pm Him have kibble like You Slag Windchill 10:04 pm I'm not what you'd call a warrior. I'm a....worrier. Swoop 10:04 pm No horns Whirl 10:04 pm I wouldn't send a footstool into battle, anyway, Windchill. Lingo 10:04 pm feh him need horns to be like Me Slag Windchill 10:04 pm *That's the truth but it's spoken as a lie. Good luck figuring that out.* Whirl 10:04 pm *WH* *WHAT THE FUCK* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:04 pm ((WOOP i forgot about that sorry prowl)) Whirl 10:04 pm *THIS FILTH??? ON SCREEN* Swoop 10:04 pm ((can you even imagine reading MINIMUM 15 years of emails, skype calls, etc.?)) FakeProwl 10:04 pm ... Is he, per chance, going to tell his underlings WHY all the scientist's transmissions are being called up? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:05 pm [[Unlikely.]] Windchill 10:05 pm *Doesn't even blink at the assault on a robot brain. He's used to it.* FakeProwl 10:05 pm ((i was barely paying attention to the screen so we'll pretend prowl wasn't looking)) Swoop 10:05 pm Whoop whoop! ItsyBitsySpyers 10:05 pm ((GOOD)) FakeProwl 10:05 pm He's not a very good manager, is he. Swoop 10:05 pm NICE Whirl 10:05 pm N-nice. VERY satisfying. Swoop 10:05 pm Them explode whole base :V Lingo 10:06 pm Good Windchill 10:06 pm I don't need to go anyway, technically you've seen me fight before. Lingo 10:06 pm Big splode Whirl 10:06 pm *it looked more like PnP to Whirl* *for shame, movie* Windchill 10:06 pm Even if it was just humans. Whirl 10:06 pm Technically I have, yep. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:06 pm *Rumble squints up at Whirl. What's he stuttering for?* Swoop 10:06 pm KAHAH them just line up Dumb Lingo 10:06 pm pchew pchew Whirl 10:06 pm Oh, hot damn, that weapon he has was NICE. Looked like some kind of laser crossbow. Tarantulas 10:07 pm *smol jump, sits up* Swoop 10:07 pm Laser crossbow <3 Whirl 10:07 pm *he had a minor case of the vapors, Rumble. Shh, shh* Ha! Windchill 10:07 pm *He's back to sticking his tongue out at Killer.* Lingo 10:07 pm (( This is my first time seeing this but from all the screencaps of k2 I did NOT expect him to sound so much like 3po) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:08 pm ((it is alan tudyk!)) Swoop 10:08 pm ((speak of the devil)) Whirl 10:08 pm *if that tongue is even vaguely close Killer's gonna stick its cirri out* Tarantulas 10:08 pm *to prowl and sw* Ah. I might ought to have mentioned earlier I need to leave early Lingo 10:08 pm (( I SUMMONED HIM)) Whirl 10:08 pm ((YEEE ALAN did a good job <3)) FakeProwl 10:08 pm Mm. Tarantulas 10:08 pm Early as in, now, I mean Windchill 10:08 pm *It's definitely getting close. That's the plan.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:08 pm *Soundwave bobs his helm at Tarantulas. Not unexpected.* [[If you must.]] Whirl 10:08 pm *they're waving about* FakeProwl 10:08 pm ... Oh. Hold on a second. Swoop 10:08 pm *twitches and wiggles and is generally just excited for a good fight* Whirl 10:09 pm I need me one of those. Tarantulas 10:09 pm Mm? Swoop 10:09 pm *but doesn't ever lunge, he's behaving himself for now* *just being a wiggle* Windchill 10:09 pm *Wiggles his tongue. He wants to see if Killer will try to snatch it.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:09 pm *Soundwave scoots forward on his seat* Lingo 10:09 pm *lays head on top of Swoop, gnawing idly while watching the fight go down* Whirl 10:09 pm *eventually, very slowly, it draws its cirri in* *and it extrudes its three-pronged beak and starts grasping the air* Swoop 10:09 pm Cow FakeProwl 10:10 pm *leans forward to rest his chin on Tarantulas's helm, drape his arms over Tarantulas's shoulders, and cross them over his chest. Lingo 10:10 pm Them big dogs Windchill 10:10 pm *Retracts his tongue before there's cause for a bloody mess all over the barnacle.* Swoop 10:10 pm That not dog Dog have tail and flop ears and bark Tarantulas 10:10 pm *freezes, then relaxes with a smol purr* Lingo 10:10 pm them not dinobot Whirl 10:10 pm *it grasps hopefully at the air a few times. It's making a very, very soft rasping noise* Swoop 10:10 pm Lots of thing not dinobot keheh Tarantulas 10:11 pm *prowl's arms get pet* FakeProwl 10:11 pm That's all. You can go now. *but Tarantulas will be the one that has to move first.* Impact 10:11 pm *hides face* Swoop 10:11 pm Gogogogogogo DEAD best decepticon leader 10:11 pm They only have four in a squadron? Windchill 10:11 pm *No Killer, he'll play tongue twister with you, but no biting allowed.* Lingo 10:11 pm Too much flyyyyyyiiiiing Whirl 10:11 pm I really like their ships. Impact 10:11 pm *looks again* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:11 pm [[The rebel fleet is very, very tiny compared to the Empire.]] Swoop 10:11 pm Yes flying ItsyBitsySpyers 10:11 pm [[The Empire spans a galaxy, or most of it.]] Whirl 10:11 pm The X-Wings. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:11 pm [[They would be lucky to fill a few planets.]] Tarantulas 10:12 pm *lingers a while, but eventually pulls away* Lingo 10:12 pm too much flying why so much flying them need swords Swoop 10:12 pm Because flying AWESOME Whirl 10:12 pm Because it's about space battles. Windchill 10:12 pm Give him the gun. Lingo 10:12 pm flying stupid them need SWORDS best decepticon leader 10:12 pm flying is the best Whirl 10:12 pm And that is how you make friends. Impact 10:12 pm She gave him the gun! Bevel 10:12 pm Why did they not give him a gun earlier? Swoop 10:12 pm You can flying AND swords Bevel 10:12 pm Is he a bad shot? Whirl 10:13 pm Yeah. You gotta have a mix of both, for an exciting fight. Windchill 10:13 pm Nobody ever gave ME a gun. Lingo 10:13 pm ...them camels? Impact 10:13 pm I think it's because they're racist Windchill 10:13 pm *Pretends to pout.* Swoop 10:13 pm oh camel! Tarantulas 10:13 pm I'll keep you updated on my work if you like. Comm me if you need me, Prowl. FakeProwl 10:13 pm Probably because organics don't see robots as worthy of the same rights they have. Lingo 10:13 pm Camel got no head Impact 10:13 pm droid rights are Not Good in star wars! Bevel 10:13 pm Oh. Whirl 10:13 pm Not bad. FakeProwl 10:13 pm *a nuzzle as Tarantulas pulls away.* No. I'm not going to distract you from your work. Windchill 10:14 pm Organics have it rough, dudes. Tarantulas 10:14 pm Very well. *smooch on prowl's helm, then brief touch to sw as he passes, to say goodbye* Lingo 10:14 pm Them fish Swoop 10:14 pm Swoop kill them FakeProwl 10:14 pm *... slightly leans into it* Windchill 10:14 pm *Tries to ignore the touchy-feely pair over there.* Impact 10:14 pm *peek* Tarantulas 10:14 pm *sorry not sorry chill* Windchill 10:14 pm *Easy enough, with Killer to distract him.* Impact 10:14 pm *she saw a smoooooch* Whirl 10:14 pm *how could you possibly have any attention left for them when you're holding KILLER* Impact 10:14 pm *okay, back to the movie* Whirl 10:15 pm (*9PFFT)) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:15 pm *Pings Tarantulas a farewell and nods. Thank you.* *PRIMUS. BELOW. Look. At. Those. Archives.* Swoop 10:15 pm Me want to fly on beach tooooooo! Beach next. Beach after movie. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:15 pm *...Mild fwoosh.* Whirl 10:15 pm ...that does sound nice, actually. Lingo 10:15 pm Me Slag no like beach Windchill 10:15 pm Eheheh. Whirl 10:15 pm A flight on a beach/ Swoop 10:15 pm You Slag get stuck in wet sand kehehe cause fat ItsyBitsySpyers 10:15 pm [[Are those the controls? How do they - oh, fascinating.]] Windchill 10:15 pm So long as you STAY in flight. Lingo 10:15 pm You Swoop get stuck in wet sand cuz me Slag BURY you Windchill 10:15 pm Gotta avoid all that sand and salt. Swoop 10:15 pm YAHHH Him hit! Whirl 10:15 pm Pfft! Windchill 10:16 pm He beat a man with another man's butt! ItsyBitsySpyers 10:16 pm //He's hittin' guys with other-- haha!// Lingo 10:16 pm YEAH Whirl 10:16 pm That is always, ALWAYS a good move. Hitting people with other people. And, I can handle a little sand and salt. I'm built tough. Lingo 10:16 pm You not Dinobot Bevel 10:16 pm *K's about as good as she is at lying* Swoop 10:16 pm Them need bombers in space Lingo 10:16 pm You not invited Whirl 10:16 pm ...me? Swoop 10:16 pm For shield Lingo 10:16 pm Yah you Windchill 10:16 pm So can I, but I'm supposed to keep my joints clean or I'll get told off. Whirl 10:16 pm Invited where, exactly? Lingo 10:17 pm Beach Whirl 10:17 pm Oh, I wasn't going to go with YOU lot. Lingo 10:17 pm Yah you not Dinobot Impact 10:17 pm *mumbles "For jedha" and makes sad noises* Whirl 10:17 pm Wow. REALLY? Are you sure? Windchill 10:17 pm Sand... Lingo 10:17 pm Yah. Swoop 10:17 pm YAAHHHH Windchill 10:17 pm I hate sand. Swoop 10:17 pm Quick shoot! Awesome!!! Windchill 10:18 pm It's coarse and rough and gets everywhere. Whirl 10:18 pm Because I could swear I had a little raptor in me. best decepticon leader 10:18 pm doesn't everyone Whirl 10:18 pm (9GODDMGA CHIULL)) Impact 10:18 pm *snickers because SAND* Windchill 10:18 pm (( Ur welcome. )) Swoop 10:18 pm You raptor??? :V ItsyBitsySpyers 10:18 pm *Laserbeak rattles her wings. Look at all that flying and fighting. Oh, she is just ITCHING to join in. Too bad it's not real.* Swoop 10:18 pm Where toe? Whirl 10:18 pm Oh, of course. Lingo 10:18 pm No him eated wrapper FakeProwl 10:18 pm ... K2SO isn't going to make it out of this, is he. Right now the enemy soldiers are coming at him one by one. Eventually they're going to send a whole squad down. Whirl 10:18 pm @Swoop: I'm absolutely not, but play along. Lingo 10:18 pm wrapper IN him Swoop 10:18 pm *glances under wing at Laserbeak* : > FakeProwl 10:18 pm And the token robots always die. Whirl 10:19 pm It's not looking good for ANY of 'em, Prowl. FakeProwl 10:19 pm I'm less invested in the rest of them. Whirl 10:19 pm But, yeah. I've got the claws. I've got the head-thing. Totally part raptor. Windchill 10:19 pm This filing system is really inefficient if it takes people in different rooms to find anything. Lingo 10:19 pm But you not dinobot Impact 10:19 pm *sad whine* Whirl 10:19 pm Oh, I totally am. Swoop 10:19 pm Oh him dead best decepticon leader 10:19 pm no Windchill 10:20 pm Figures. Impact 10:20 pm *starts crying* best decepticon leader 10:20 pm 😞 Bevel 10:20 pm No! Lingo 10:20 pm Awh. Whirl 10:20 pm *salutes his empty cube* Impact 10:20 pm *she knew this was coming, but still* Lingo 10:20 pm That suck Windchill 10:20 pm He tried. FakeProwl 10:20 pm *quiet sigh* Windchill 10:20 pm He died. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:20 pm *Tips his helm a bit. A valiant effort.* Swoop 10:20 pm Why dead? Him punch table Lingo 10:20 pm Him got shot in back lots melty Windchill 10:20 pm It was a special exploding table. Swoop 10:20 pm Oh melty Whirl 10:20 pm Anyway. Dinobot or not, I intended to find my OWN beach. VIP access only. Bevel 10:21 pm *awkwardly pats Impact* Lingo 10:21 pm Kay. You no come with us Whirl 10:21 pm Wouldn't dream of it, mech. Lingo 10:21 pm Yah cuz you not Dinobot Swoop 10:21 pm OHH that crash hurt belly flop Lingo 10:21 pm belly flop hurt Whirl 10:21 pm Amazing. Every time you say it, it's more scintillating than the last. Lingo 10:22 pm Sin-till-late-ing? Whirl 10:22 pm Absolutely. Windchill 10:22 pm *Yawns grotesquely at Killer.* Whirl 10:22 pm *returns his attention to the film* Swoop 10:22 pm Good jump best decepticon leader 10:22 pm i'm surprised you know such a big word Whirl FakeProwl 10:22 pm *hears "scintillating." zones out again.* Windchill 10:23 pm Whirl isn't stupid. Swoop 10:23 pm dead Lingo 10:23 pm Sin-till-late-ing best decepticon leader 10:23 pm that's a matter of opinion Lingo 10:23 pm sin- sin-till- dick. Whirl 10:23 pm Starscream, I'd be insulted if I gave a damn what you thought about me at all. Lingo 10:23 pm hurhur Dick Whirl 10:23 pm Luckily for us all... Windchill 10:23 pm *Oh god, the dicks are back.* Whirl 10:23 pm *perks up; oh, he's about to do a thing* Impact 10:23 pm *starts crying all over again* best decepticon leader 10:23 pm shut up cyclops FakeProwl 10:24 pm *... oh right, he cares about this movie. zones back in.* Windchill 10:24 pm *Plating flares out.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:24 pm *Rumble scoots forward and watches* Swoop 10:24 pm :V Him walk Bevel 10:24 pm *well she knows what's going to happen to everyone now* Swoop 10:24 pm Badass ItsyBitsySpyers 10:24 pm //Lookit that fragger go.// Whirl 10:24 pm He did it. Bevel 10:24 pm *will keep patting Impact as carefully as she can* Whirl 10:24 pm And, pfft, nice try, Starscream. I'm DESIGNED to be ugly and I'd still rather look like this than you. Swoop 10:24 pm Dead Lingo 10:24 pm why him dead? Swoop 10:25 pm !!! Whirl 10:25 pm Ah, damn. Swoop 10:25 pm Exploded best decepticon leader 10:25 pm that's okay, I know I'm gorgeous Whirl 10:25 pm *well, he's genuinely saddened; he was invested in them a bit* There's only one thing to do after that. Lingo 10:25 pm *is strangely distressed by this* *DOES NOT LIKE THIS FEELING* FakeProwl 10:25 pm ... Either only the child of the scientist is going to survive, or they're all going to die. Whirl 10:25 pm A glorious violent killing spree. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:25 pm //Somebody loosin' dust clouds in here.// Rubs his optics. Bevel 10:26 pm *frowns* FakeProwl 10:26 pm Highest probability is for one survivor. Swoop 10:26 pm *is in biting range if Slag gets TOO distressed, doesn't realize his impending doom* Windchill 10:26 pm *That's why it's a lot easier when you can't stand the people you fight alongside.* best decepticon leader 10:26 pm true Whirl 10:26 pm *tips his empty cube to the screen again* Windchill 10:26 pm *He would know.* Lingo 10:26 pm *resumes nibbling on Swoop's kibble* FakeProwl 10:26 pm Movies like to make everyone expendable except for their one star that we're supposed to like. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:26 pm *Small nod from Soundwave. It does seem a doomed mission.* Swoop 10:26 pm *is a chew toy* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:26 pm [[He would argue we are supposed to like most of them. Of their band.]] Whirl 10:27 pm My bet is that they're all gonna bite it. Lingo 10:27 pm Hammerhead corvette? Corvette am car Swoop 10:27 pm You bird do talky, comm stuff. You do this stuff? Fighty talky plan stuff. Whirl 10:27 pm Seen too many missions like this from the Xantium. best decepticon leader 10:27 pm I rarely if ever like the hero Lingo 10:27 pm hammerhead am fish Swoop 10:27 pm OH! EXPLODE. Lingo 10:27 pm fish car? Swoop 10:27 pm Dead Whirl 10:27 pm Oh, here he goes. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:27 pm {{Not nowwww. Before, Bird do lots.}} Windchill 10:27 pm He's gonna do a thing? Swoop 10:27 pm Bird pretty badass 😆 * : > FakeProwl 10:27 pm It'll be more realistic if they all die. /I'd/ appreciate it. But Earth movies don't usually take that route. They like their sole survivors. Whirl 10:27 pm Blaze of glory is what he's gonna do. Swoop 10:27 pm !! Windchill 10:27 pm I suppose he's got nothing left to live for, might as well die. best decepticon leader 10:27 pm wait, were they in love? Swoop 10:27 pm Him kill everyone :V Whirl 10:28 pm They were obviously a couple. Lingo 10:28 pm Him Sad. Him kill cuz sad. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:28 pm //Yeah, mech. Lookit what he looked at last.// Whirl 10:28 pm I mean, there's nothing left for him to do except kill as many as he can. Swoop 10:28 pm *glances at Slag* *what a weird comment* *what a weird brother* KAH! Ram. best decepticon leader 10:28 pm i have trouble recognising love, okay? Whirl 10:28 pm Ha! Nice. Swoop 10:28 pm Awesome Lingo 10:28 pm *gnaws a little harder on Swoop's crest. It's going to be good and dented later* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:28 pm \\THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKIN' ABOUT. LITTLE GUYS DOIN' THE HEAVY LIFTIN'.\\ Windchill 10:29 pm That's because you're stupid, Starscream. Bevel 10:29 pm *waits* Whirl 10:29 pm Hear, hear. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:29 pm \\LIKE WE ALWAYS GOTTA DO.\\ Swoop 10:29 pm *okay like for real that's starting to be A Bad Time there buddy* Whirl 10:29 pm *snickers; Windchill u got my back* Windchill 10:29 pm *What are friends for?* best decepticon leader 10:29 pm no, it's because i don't experience love Windchill 10:29 pm *He knows you can fight your own battles, but does it make him want to punch people any less? No.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:29 pm [[...What is the purpose of putting the controls that far out? Who designed this?]] Windchill 10:29 pm Because you're stupid, Starscream. I am... Lingo 10:30 pm YAH SMASH best decepticon leader 10:30 pm or at least, i haven't ItsyBitsySpyers 10:30 pm \\HECK YEAH!\\ Bevel 10:30 pm Bad designers. Swoop 10:30 pm !!! Whirl 10:30 pm Look at THAT! Windchill 10:30 pm So sorry to hear of your pitiful existence. Whirl 10:30 pm Glorious. Swoop 10:30 pm SMASH WHOLE SHIP IN HALF ItsyBitsySpyers 10:30 pm *This is the best moment in the whole movie to Frenzy. Look what that tiny ship made them do.* Lingo 10:30 pm SMASH WHOLE THING FakeProwl 10:30 pm An empire staffed with reluctant engineers who want to sabotage their bosses designed it. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:30 pm [[...That is a good point.]] Whirl 10:30 pm Ha! *that was a good one, Prowl* Bevel 10:30 pm Ha. best decepticon leader 10:30 pm i think it would be inconvenient rather than something to aspire to Lingo 10:30 pm her owie. Swoop 10:30 pm leg Lingo 10:31 pm You Swoop fix? Windchill 10:31 pm What, being stupid? I have to agree. Swoop 10:31 pm Me Swoop don't know human stuff FakeProwl 10:31 pm Don't tell them, you idiot. Swoop 10:31 pm KAH FakeProwl 10:31 pm If he shoots you and runs off he can report it to his superiors. Windchill 10:31 pm Nice. Lingo 10:31 pm Him not die Whirl 10:31 pm Nice. Lingo 10:32 pm Why die from fall that dumb Swoop 10:32 pm *WOOPS* Whirl 10:32 pm And, well. You're not wrong, Prowl. But god, nothing is more deeply satisfying that revenge. Windchill 10:32 pm *Raises hand* Whirl 10:32 pm And gloating in it. Sometimes you do stupid things. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:32 pm //Yeah, but if she ain't said she already did it maybe he woulda shot her so she couldn't.// //Least she kept him talkin' so she could.// Whirl 10:32 pm *Teacher Voice* Yes, Windchill? And yeah. Point, Rumble. Windchill 10:32 pm I dunno about that. Impact 10:32 pm *basically a tear fountain* Windchill 10:32 pm I've had some good frags in my time. Whirl 10:33 pm Pft. Lingo 10:33 pm it that thing Whirl 10:33 pm Well. FakeProwl 10:33 pm If one of my spies pulled a stunt like that, they'd be dismissed from their position and arrested for divulging top-secret intel to the enemy. Whirl 10:33 pm ...I mean, what is there to say to that. Swoop 10:33 pm death star Lingo 10:33 pm FRAG hurhur him say frag ItsyBitsySpyers 10:33 pm //Listen, I'm jus' tryin' to make sense outta human reasonin'.// Windchill 10:33 pm *Grins smugly.* Lingo 10:33 pm Dick frag best decepticon leader 10:33 pm i'd just straight up shoot them, but you do you prowl Windchill 10:33 pm *For Primus' sake, you dinobots.* Whirl 10:33 pm I will say, then, that *I* have never experienced anything as deeply satisfying as reveling in the moment of my revenge. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:34 pm *Oh. Oh dear.* Swoop 10:34 pm EXPLODE Windchill 10:34 pm Hmm, fair enough. FakeProwl 10:34 pm Arrest comes with the possibility of reform. Bevel 10:34 pm Oh no. Whirl 10:34 pm Oh, yeah. They're all toast. Windchill 10:34 pm I don't really do the revenge thing. Whirl 10:34 pm But hey, they won. Lingo 10:34 pm but them win?? best decepticon leader 10:34 pm prison makes monsters, just ask whirl Swoop 10:34 pm Explode coming FakeProwl 10:34 pm ... Probability is leaning toward them all dying. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:34 pm [[Probability had best lean faster.]] Impact 10:34 pm *very good thing she brought this handkercheif* Whirl 10:35 pm *he's just going to grab his empty cube and with snake-quick reflexes chuck it directly at Starscream's face* Bevel 10:35 pm Very fast. best decepticon leader 10:35 pm OW Windchill 10:35 pm @Whirl: Permission to kill him? Whirl 10:35 pm You got off lucky. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:35 pm [[No attacking guests.]] Whirl 10:35 pm @Windchill: Ask Soundwave, not me. FakeProwl 10:35 pm Prison doesn't make monsters. People who go into prisons to beat the prisoners make monsters. Swoop 10:35 pm dead? dead Lingo 10:35 pm ?!?!?! BUT WON?? Windchill 10:35 pm @Whirl: Feh, Soundwave can't tell me what to do outside of Dancitron. best decepticon leader 10:35 pm That too Lingo 10:35 pm THEM WON ??? Swoop 10:35 pm yah won Whirl 10:35 pm *just settles back in his chair and returns his attention to the movie* Lingo 10:36 pm WHY DEAD IF THEM WON??? Whirl 10:36 pm @Windchill: oh, sure. Outside, do whatcha want. But don't give him a hard time in his own place. ...he's all right. best decepticon leader 10:36 pm So whirl is a monster Whirl 10:36 pm Oh, shit. best decepticon leader 10:36 pm According to Prowl Whirl 10:36 pm That was awesome. FakeProwl 10:36 pm That's the opposite of what I said. Swoop 10:36 pm kamikaze? OHH Windchill 10:36 pm Well, nobody cares what Prowl thinks either. Swoop 10:36 pm Him BADASS Whirl 10:36 pm He really is. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:36 pm [[Some of us do.]] Lingo 10:36 pm What kamm-ee-cauze-zee? Windchill 10:37 pm *Or, at least, he doesn't.* best decepticon leader 10:37 pm Whirl doing a monstrous act led to Megatron, close enough Swoop 10:37 pm It mean die on purpose for winning Like Lingo 10:37 pm But that DUMB Swoop 10:37 pm Crash head first into enemy and explode To kill Windchill 10:37 pm *Starscream's talking gibberish now, so far as he's concerned.* Lingo 10:37 pm HOW THEM KNOW YOU WIN IF YOU DEAD Swoop 10:37 pm You die SUPER HARD Windchill 10:37 pm *points* If he could fly, he could have chased them then. Whirl 10:37 pm *his antenna pins back, but he studiously ignores Starscream* Swoop 10:37 pm harder than them ((miss u carrie)) FakeProwl 10:37 pm *he's doing an extremely poor job of rephrasing prowl's words.* Lingo 10:38 pm Dumb dumb dumb (( Carrieeeee ;;n;; )) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:38 pm *And Soundwave can attest to how much fear suddenly showing a small amount of light in a very dark room can cause.* Bevel 10:38 pm ((baby carrie ;v; Impact 10:38 pm ((mmhmm ;; )) Whirl 10:38 pm (( ;u;/ )) FakeProwl 10:38 pm ((rip)) Guest 10:38 pm ((rip your highness and general skywalker)) best decepticon leader 10:38 pm Megatron in turn created many monsters Whirl 10:38 pm Starscream, I suggest you shut it. FakeProwl 10:38 pm Why are we rehashing the war, precisely? Whirl 10:38 pm You can't pin all of Megatron on just ME. FakeProwl 10:38 pm We were all there. best decepticon leader 10:38 pm Or what? Windchill 10:38 pm *He was about to say the same thing, whoops.* I'll kill you, that's what. best decepticon leader 10:38 pm i can and will ItsyBitsySpyers 10:38 pm [[ENOUGH.]] Swoop 10:38 pm fight fight fight fight ItsyBitsySpyers 10:39 pm [[Take this into the canyon or silence yourselves.]] Bevel 10:39 pm No more war talk. Boring. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:39 pm [[This is a neutral zone, not a shooting range.]] Whirl 10:39 pm *swivels his helm around to glare at Soundwave* Windchill 10:39 pm *He'll let Starsceam make that decision, lol.* Bevel 10:39 pm *grumbles* Impact 10:39 pm *finally coming out of sad movie fugue to notice the conversations happening* FakeProwl 10:39 pm *... kind of hopes they take this into the canyon* Bevel 10:39 pm Are you ok, Impact? Whirl 10:39 pm Oh, of course, NOW you speak up. Swoop 10:39 pm *LOUDLY HOPES THEY TAKE IT INTO THE CANYON* best decepticon leader 10:39 pm meet me outside whirl Impact 10:39 pm *nods and wipes away last of her tears* uh-huh Bevel 10:40 pm *pats one last time for good measure just in case* Lingo 10:40 pm Fight? There fight? Impact 10:40 pm *hugs* Lingo 10:40 pm Where fight? Me Slag want Fight Whirl 10:40 pm Y'know? No. I don't think I will. *leans back* Not tonight, anyway. When I feel like it. Windchill 10:40 pm Listen, Starscream. best decepticon leader 10:40 pm if whirl isn't a coward Swoop 10:40 pm No fight? : < ItsyBitsySpyers 10:40 pm [[And from what little he has learned of Megatron in their world, there was more to it than whatever you are accusing Whirl of doing.]] Lingo 10:40 pm YOU FIGHT ME SLAG Windchill 10:40 pm We all know you're an idiot, but voluntarily fighting Whirl? That's a whole new level of stupid. Even I won't do that. And I thought I was a dumb as they came. best decepticon leader 10:41 pm whirls skill is so far beneath me it almost isn't worth it Windchill 10:41 pm *Actually snickers.* Bevel 10:41 pm *is hugged?* FakeProwl 10:41 pm @Whirl «Schedule your brawl for after Springer.» Whirl 10:41 pm *snorts* Impact 10:41 pm *Yes, bevel is hugged* Whirl 10:41 pm @Prowl: Why do you think I haven't ALREADY jumped him? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:42 pm *Soundwave's feelers slide out. He already gave one warning.* FakeProwl 10:42 pm @Whirl «Could have been Springer, could have been because you don't want to be banned from movie nights. I wasn't going to assume.» Lingo 10:42 pm Swoop them no fight me Slag Swoop 10:42 pm Boring Lingo 10:42 pm boring. Swoop 10:42 pm Us go burn stuff on beach : > Bird want beach too? Lingo 10:43 pm Yeah. Us go burn stuff. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:43 pm {{No, Bird can not going beach today. Bird work soon.}} Mutter mutter. {{Beach more other time. Promise promise.}} Whirl 10:43 pm @Prowl: Yeah, well, if all I can look forward to is getting verbally harassed then it's not worth it. Swoop 10:44 pm Kay. Other time. Bye bye! Impact 10:44 pm Gonna go to bed now. G'night. Windchill 10:44 pm *Flicks his tongue at Killer again since Starscream's shut up for the moment; he doesn't know when he will see the Most Beloved Barnacle again.* Bevel 10:44 pm Night, Impact ItsyBitsySpyers 10:44 pm //Seeya, Impact.// Whirl 10:44 pm Seeya, twerp. Impact 10:44 pm *one more hug for Bevel and a tentative wave for Soundwave and co.* *more wavings* Seeya! Windchill 10:44 pm Bye, short stack. Lingo 10:45 pm Diiiiiiiiiiiiick *waddles on out, chanting 'dick dick dick frag frag frag dick frag'* FakeProwl 10:45 pm *tries to figure out how to send a neutral shrug over a comm. can't. he'll run that by soundwave later.* @Whirl «Mm.» Bevel 10:46 pm *not really following anything happening in the room right now* Windchill 10:46 pm *Probably for the best.* Whirl 10:47 pm Well, that was a decent movie. *hops up* Gonna need you to relinquish the barnacle, 'Chill. Windchill 10:47 pm Yup. It... is time. best decepticon leader 10:48 pm ((night everyone Bevel 10:48 pm ((night Windchill 10:48 pm *Carefully plucks it out of his lap and offers the panel, like a barnacle on a silver platter.* Whirl 10:48 pm ((gnight!)) Windchill 10:48 pm (( 'Night! )) Whirl 10:48 pm *returns Killer to his seat* *and takes a moment to very gently nudge Windchill while he's over there* @Windchill: Thanks. Bevel 10:48 pm *...wait Whirl brought something to the movie and she missed it???* Whirl 10:49 pm *he brought his pet barnacle* Bevel 10:49 pm *leans over to see what it is* Whirl 10:49 pm *it's attached to a metal panel* Windchill 10:49 pm *Doesn't react externally, making it harder to spot maybe.* Bevel 10:49 pm *very cool and weird pet, a+ would look again* Windchill 10:49 pm @Whirl: For threatening people? Whirl 10:49 pm (( visual ref:

http://68.media.tumblr.com/47699e71b8b27a72dd631b7736d46dbe/tumblr_inline_njzoxgkkxd1ractlu.png )) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:49 pm *Quietly rubs his crest. At the rate people are intent on burning things, starting fights, and doing Primus knows what, he's going to have to start asking Smokescreen to make security appearances off-schedule.* Whirl 10:50 pm @Windchill: Well. There's no way to say this without being incredibly cheesy. But, for sticking up for me. FakeProwl 10:50 pm *soundwave could stop most of the threat of fights/arson by uninviting the dinobots. just saying.* Whirl 10:50 pm *he's the only one who did, and Whirl appreciates it* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:50 pm *...No, see, that leads to MORE threats of fighting and arson.* Windchill 10:51 pm @Whirl: We're friends, it's my job. Bevel 10:51 pm *between writing the next chapter in the covenant of primus in which optimus, not so secretly the thirteenth original prime, saves everyone from a big smelter and unicron and something something starscream gets a crown!?!?* Windchill 10:51 pm @Whirl: To be as cheesy as possible. You can't beat me there. I'm the cheesiest. Whirl 10:51 pm *he just shrugs; he's obviously not used to it* Windchill 10:52 pm *Shrugs also.* Bevel 10:52 pm *smokescreen's writing ideas are very original ok* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:52 pm *Part of that actually happened. Or will happen, if it hasn't already. But spoilers.* Bevel 10:52 pm *it's the starscream crown part isn't it?* *Bevel will think that's the best part* Windchill 10:53 pm *That's the worst part what the hell.* *Every Starscream he's met has been a complete asshole* Whirl 10:54 pm All right. See you later, losers. Windchill 10:54 pm Bye, suckerrrrr. Bevel 10:54 pm *Bevel's universe's Starscream is the best and totally deserves a cool crown* Night! Whirl 10:54 pm *waves to the room; now he's all out of sorts again. Time for a flight. Maybe he'll go find that beach* Windchill 10:55 pm *Does a ridiculously wide, sweeping wave.* *You can't miss it.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:55 pm *The twins manage a half-hearted wave. They've kind of got the idea between them that Whirl might not come back now.* Whirl 10:56 pm Take care of Killer, you two, all right? Windchill 10:56 pm *That sounded awfully final, but he won't say anything.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:56 pm //'Course. Won't nothin' happen to it.// Bevel 10:57 pm Does this mean I can bring Eowyn to movie nights? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:57 pm \\YOU BETTER COME BACK FORIT.\\ [[You still have that thing? How big is it now?]] Whirl 10:57 pm Well of course. *drapes a claw ove rhis cockpit* Primus willing. Or, I guess... I should say Heqet willing. Hmm. Bevel 10:57 pm Uh... *holds her hands about six feet apart* Whirl 10:57 pm *he pauses and looks over* Eowyn? What's that? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:57 pm //Primus nothin'. Better or we're gonna drag your shreds back.// Bevel 10:58 pm My Flobster. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:58 pm [[...It is clean, isn't it? Eowyn.]] *No plague?* Windchill 10:58 pm *Debates internally whether to steal Whirl's former seat and sit next to Killer for a few minutes, or just head home.* Bevel 10:58 pm Yeah, she keeps herself clean. Whirl 10:58 pm Oh! *perks up* I sort-of have one of those. Neat little guys. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:59 pm [[Fine. But it stays near you and you do not feed it from our stores.]] Whirl 10:59 pm Pfft. And, all right. *he nods to the twins* I mean, I honestly don't doubt that the two of you COULD. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:59 pm [[AND you take it with you when you go.]] Whirl 10:59 pm But remember: I've left me shreds to Ravage. Bevel 10:59 pm *nods enthusiastically* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:59 pm //Okay, but him draggin' shreds is gonna hurt more. He got fangs.// \\WE MEAN IT. YOU BETTER COME BACK.\\ Whirl 11:00 pm Well, I don't plan on NOT coming back. *he's starting to get genuinely baffled by this insistence* Not unless I find out your Boss is showing Titanic again. Windchill 11:00 pm Ugh. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:00 pm *Double sigh of relief.* @Whirl: //Good. Gotta make up for not havin' your back like we're supposed to.// Windchill 11:01 pm *Moves to sit next to Killer, he doesn't care who sees.* I'm putting my butt where Whirl's butt was. Just so's you all know. Whirl 11:01 pm ((for some reason the mental image of chill moving to sit next to killer the moment this song starts is hilarious to me)) Windchill 11:01 pm (( Omg I wasn't even paying attention. )) Whirl 11:02 pm Oh God. I can never sit there again? @Rumble: What, now? Windchill 11:02 pm (( Too busy contemplating dinner and peeing.)) ItsyBitsySpyers 11:02 pm \\THERE AIN'T GONNA BE A SEAT LEFT AFTER HIM.\\ Windchill 11:02 pm Well, you can but it's been tainted. By my taint. Sorry. *Makes sure to look real comfortable.* *He'd do worse but he's already risked being kicked out once tonight.* Whirl 11:03 pm Pfft. You've got a point, Frenzy. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:03 pm @Whirl: //Durin' the Starscream thing. We was watchin' the movie 'n then Windchill was like "Gonna kill ya," 'n we were all, "What?" 'N wasn't no time left to drag nobody outside 'n punch 'em.// @Whirl: //Said we got your back before. Gotta do it right. That's all.// Windchill 11:04 pm *Cautiously reaches a claw in Killer's direction, despite knowing better. He has to.* Whirl 11:04 pm @Rumble: Oh. Well, I can't exactly blame you. He chose the best damn part to open his mouth. *Whirl snorts and casts and irritable glance to the screen* I mean. He wasn't wrong. I just don't like hearing it from HIM. FakeProwl 11:05 pm *heard the word "titanic." zones out again.* Bevel 11:05 pm *completely missed all this due to having to focus her attention on Impact* Windchill 11:05 pm *Wonders what it's like to live stuck to a panel and be propped up in a chair at movie nights. Weird.* Whirl 11:05 pm @Rumble: But... you're good. And thanks. Besides, I wasn't kidding when I said I'd do it later. If you want in on the inevitable revenge, just say the word. *Killer, of course, extrudes its cirri as soon as the finger is near; it's probably more bewildered by all this phantom food than anything else* Bevel 11:06 pm *contemplates what she can do to ensure Eowyn stays in one spot for movie night, maybe a leash?* Windchill 11:06 pm (( Phantom food. )) ItsyBitsySpyers 11:06 pm @Whirl: //Naw, c'mon. Ain't fair sayin' you made the whole thing go. We been learnin'. He was gettin' screwed over by function scrap way before you.//

//I ain't gonna get in your revengin' way, but I'mma make sure ya get all the good shots slow-mo in high-def later.// Whirl 11:06 pm (9WHERE DOES IT COME FROM. WHERE DOES IT GO.)) Windchill 11:07 pm *He's gonna hold still and let the barnacle have its way with him, for now.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:07 pm @Whirl: //An' you got screwed over too. So like. Real bad guy's the Senate, here.// Whirl 11:08 pm @Rumble: Oh, no. I know about that. I meant the monster thing. *waves a dismissive claw; I know the Functionists are to blame for the war. If it wasn't Megatron, it'd have been someone else, maybe.

As for the revenge, suit yourself. Offer's still open. I intend to invite Wide Load over there, as well, so the more, the merrier. Windchill 11:08 pm (( Wide load. )) (( Fickung))) Whirl 11:08 pm *if the finger is too far away to bite, Windchill will just get some waving cirri and a rasping beak that's just out of range... if it's not, prepare to get bit* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:08 pm @Whirl: //Pffft. Ain't gonna be no fightin' then. Just gonna sit on him.// Whirl 11:08 pm (( :3c )) ItsyBitsySpyers 11:08 pm @Whirl: //Starsplat after that.// Windchill 11:09 pm (( I can't. )) Whirl 11:09 pm *he actually laughs out loud at that... which might seem odd to someone who isn't privy to the conversation* Windchill 11:09 pm *He's definitely in range. He can spare a claw.* Bevel 11:09 pm *maybe a little but flobster leashes are currently occupying her* Whirl 11:09 pm *CHOMP* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:09 pm ((OH i haven't heard this in years...)) Windchill 11:10 pm *Makes a really grim face, wonders how long it would take to be fully consumed by a barnacle.* Whirl 11:10 pm @Rumble: Anyway. Thanks again. *he bobs his helm* You're good. *and he looks over to Windchill and...* What the hell. He's eating you, you know. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:11 pm *Nods and salutes.* Whirl 11:11 pm Okay, if THIS sort of thing is what makes it spawn, then I hereby absolve myself of all responsibility. Windchill 11:11 pm *If his mate asks why his claw is shorter...he'll tell the truth. It was sacrificed.* Whirl 11:11 pm You're all my witnesses. Windchill 11:11 pm WHOA now. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:11 pm //Hey! Hey! No!// Windchill 11:11 pm You're blaming me now? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:11 pm [[No spawning in his club.]] [[...Oh, you meant the barnacle.]] [[...Still. No spawning.]] Windchill 11:12 pm I had nothing to do with it the first time. I think? Whirl 11:12 pm Well you don't have to tell ME, Soundwave. I think I'd have bigger problems if I suddenly sparted squirting out little Whirls. Windchill 11:12 pm Listen, I might have magical spawning powers, but that's just silly. Whirl 11:12 pm And, I have no idea what caused it the first time. But I didn't do anything to it. Windchill 11:12 pm *He's PRETTY sure he can't impregnate a barnacle, but considering his track record so far it wouldn't surprise him either.* Fine, you can blame me seeing as there's no other explanation. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:13 pm [[...He will be moving this to his balcony. The one on Cybertron.]] *It's not spitting babies all over HIS planet again* Whirl 11:13 pm *I..... don't think whirl even knows they live there yet so he's assuming it's this Cybertron* Good. Officially, it's your fault. FakeProwl 11:14 pm Why don't you seal it in a small room? I don't want an invasive species on my planet. Windchill 11:14 pm *Raises his other hand.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:14 pm [[It's FROM your timeline.]] Windchill 11:14 pm It's officially my fault. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:14 pm [[It's an invasive species on HIS planet.]] Whirl 11:14 pm Actually, it's not. Bevel 11:14 pm Uh-oh. Windchill 11:14 pm Most pregnancies seem to be. Whirl 11:14 pm We know for a fact Killer's not from my dimension, or the one I'm occupying. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:14 pm [[...Where did you get this thing, then?]] Whirl 11:14 pm We don't know WHERE it's from, actually. Never seen another one like it. Found it. And, okay. it's official. Windchill's fault. Bevel 11:15 pm It does not look like the ones from Malgus. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:15 pm [[Well, then it's living in the spare storage unit here.]] Bevel 11:15 pm Somewhere else. FakeProwl 11:15 pm Even if it was from our universe, it's not from CYBERTRON. It's clearly SOME kind of space barnacle, and space barnacles are from SPACE. We SCRAPE THEM OFF ships before they land to PREVENT invasive species from taking over. Whirl 11:15 pm It was with the barnacles on the ship. Small colony--it's the only one that survived. Windchill 11:15 pm *You know he's just going to take this as a matter of pride, right?* Whirl 11:16 pm Just take care of it, all right? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:16 pm *Soundwave rubs his crest again. And there are how many hundreds of these down below?* //Best care, I swear.// Whirl 11:16 pm *nods solemnly; he trusts you two* FakeProwl 11:16 pm If you've got to take it back to my planet, at least don't stick it on a balcony where its spawn could spray all over Metroplex, the only city on the planet. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:17 pm [[That is a mental image he is sorry he had.]] Whirl 11:17 pm And, what's the deal with the ones from Malgus? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:17 pm *Small shudder.* Whirl 11:17 pm *two and two are finally coming together* Wait--balcony. *looks between Soundwave and the twins* You lot live on the Cybertron I'M on? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:18 pm [[On occasion.]] Bevel 11:18 pm They take over bots and make them into monsters. Like, um, like the bot is a host? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:18 pm \\COOL.\\ Whirl 11:18 pm Oh. Yeah, Killer's not like that. Windchill 11:18 pm Ew. *Good thing too, seeing as he's got his finger in its mouth.* Whirl 11:19 pm *his optic contracts, relaxes, and contracts again* Interesting. Windchill 11:19 pm Like zombies? Bevel 11:20 pm They look really different. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:20 pm *Soundwave needs to think of something to get the idea of the barnacle literally spraying an entire city block in a disgusting torrent of babies out of his head.* Bevel 11:20 pm Yeah, kinda, but you can fix bots if they are not that badly infected yet. Windchill 11:20 pm Huh. Whirl 11:21 pm As cool as that sounds... I think I'll stick with my barnacle. I doubt zombie-making parasitic barnacles would get approved as a therapy animal, anyway. FakeProwl 11:21 pm *all right, he's defended metroplex. zones out again.* Whirl 11:21 pm ((it will be in ur dreams tonight, soundwave)) Windchill 11:21 pm I've been pretty good about avoiding zombies. I'd like to keep it that way. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:21 pm ((HOW DARE YOU)) Whirl 11:21 pm (( 😎 )) Windchill 11:21 pm (( Windchill would help but he'd only replace that thought with something worse. That's all he's got. )) Bevel 11:21 pm ((think of squids, sw ItsyBitsySpyers 11:22 pm *He looks around. Nothing. He settles for cleaning the end of his feeler.* Windchill 11:22 pm *He's gonna try to extract his talon, now.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:22 pm *...It looks like a barnacle. With the pointed top of the claws and the wiggly things.* *Puts his feeler down and just stretches across the couch instead.* *Mostly across.* Whirl 11:23 pm *those obscene wiggly things* All right! I keep trying to leave and you lot keep dragging me back! I've got things to do.

*pauses* ...actually, I really don't. Aside from "find a beach, somewhere." FakeProwl 11:23 pm *... would that across be in prowl's direction* Bevel 11:23 pm *has come up with a leash design that'll probably hold Eowyn and keep her from wandering off, nods to herself satisfied* Windchill 11:23 pm Go find your beach. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:23 pm *Naturally. There's only so much room on this couch.* Windchill 11:23 pm Take a vacation. FakeProwl 11:23 pm *in that case: starts again. hi.* Windchill 11:24 pm You deserve it, 'cause I said so. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:24 pm //Seeya Whirl. 'N Bevel.// *Don't worry. He didn't touch Prowl without asking.* Whirl 11:24 pm G'night, all of ya. *bobs his head to the whole room. It's actually a good room. He's relatively cool with everyone here, tonight* FakeProwl 11:24 pm *starts anyway because Sudden Proximity. it's a less dramatic start though.* Windchill 11:24 pm *Waves with his free hand, again.* Shoo! FakeProwl 11:25 pm *more like a twitch than a mini-jump* Bevel 11:25 pm *well she wasn't leaving but she probably should yes* Whirl 11:25 pm *and poof he is gone* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:25 pm *That totally had nothing to do with the mun thinking that message said Bevel was wandering off, no.* *Apologetic ping in Prowl's direction.* Bevel 11:25 pm *movie's over and after having to awkwardly pretend to ignore post-Titanic movie whispering, she's not gonna hang around and chance a repeat* Windchill 11:25 pm *Examines his now reduced claw. That's okay, he's got more. It'll grow back.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:26 pm //Listen, feeding hours is strict schedule when we're watchin' that thing. You wanna give it the other claws, you gotta go by the schedule.// *Probably wise, Bevel* Windchill 11:26 pm That's okay, I need my other claws. I don't have much else for weaponry these days. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:27 pm \\GOT A SHARP GLOSSA.\\ Windchill 11:27 pm *His brain's sharper, but shh.* Bevel 11:27 pm *the wisest, will make her way out the door after Whirl bye* Windchill 11:27 pm Yeah, weaponized stupidity sure. Anyway, it's had a snack. I should be going home as well. I don't want to miss feeding time, and I do want to miss you two macking on each other. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:28 pm //Say hi to the grub 'n the -- PFFFFF.// *Rumble smothers his mouth. Oh, Primus.* Windchill 11:28 pm *Obviously he doesn't mean Rumble and Frenzy; it was a more general 'you.'* *He stands.* FakeProwl 11:29 pm *slow blink* I won't do it in front of you if you don't do it in front of us. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:29 pm *Rumble's vents squeak with the strain of keeping them still at that* Windchill 11:29 pm *Raises hand, as if about to very solemnly swear.* I have only kissed Whirl once. Here, anyways. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:30 pm //Jus' once?// FakeProwl 11:30 pm Your discretion is appreciated. Windchill 11:30 pm I promised not to do it in public without getting permission first, so yes. Just once. He was a bird so I'm not sure it counts. FakeProwl 11:30 pm It counts. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:31 pm //Why the frag jus' once?// Windchill 11:31 pm Because I promised. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:31 pm //Well, yeah. I mean - okay.// Windchill 11:32 pm *Shrugs. He doesn't get it.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:32 pm *Isn't sure HE gets it.* Windchill 11:33 pm ANYWAY, I've got a grubby face waiting for me, and it's easier to clean while it's still sticky. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:34 pm \\HEH. GRUBBY FACE.\\ //Get cleanin', then, I guess.// Windchill 11:34 pm I shall. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:34 pm //'N for Primus' sake, ask Whirl more. Once.// Scoff. Windchill 11:35 pm Nope. FakeProwl 11:35 pm If they've mutually agreed on a boundary, it's to be respected. Windchill 11:35 pm *Nods.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:36 pm *He's not saying not to respect the boundary! Rumble just thinks Whirl's-- never mind. Neeeeever mind.* *Ahem. There was a grub?* Windchill 11:36 pm *It's complicated.* *He moves for the exit, he wouldn't dream of holding up the main event any longer.* Goodnight, suckers. I'm out. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:37 pm //Night!// Windchill 11:37 pm *Waves over his shoulder.* FakeProwl 11:38 pm *... right. everyone's gone. and there's something vitally important that Prowl's been waiting to say for over an hour now.* FakeProwl 11:41 pm *he turns to Soundwave* It's suspected that one of the reasons that the Californian didn't come to the Titanic's rescue even though it's widely believed that it was close enough to see its lights is because the stars were scintillating that night—flickering on and off—and so it's possible that when the Titanic used its morse lamp to signal the Californian in morse code, they couldn't read it because a code based on turning the light on and off was disrupted and made illegible by the scintillating of the light that night. FakeProwl 11:42 pm However other experts have pointed out that the very obvious binary on-and-off of a lamp signaling morse code looks very different from the dimming-and-brightening of scintillating lights at night, which punches holes in this theory. Personally, I believe the theory is unlikely, but it's a fascinating one all the same, and I admire the ingenuity of taking into account a weather phenomenon—the twinkling of stars, of all things—that is usually overlooked in forensic investigations. ... *ahem.* *that's all.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:46 pm *Soundwave startles a little, suddenly faced with a wall of speech. He catches up somewhere around the "rescue even though," then plays back the earlier part to find out what he missed* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:48 pm (txt): When learned, this? Where? (txt): ...More known? *Scoot. Scoot scoot.* FakeProwl 11:48 pm ... I watched a documentary. ......... Documentaries. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:49 pm (txt): All forensic investigation data? More stars, paint ice? FakeProwl 11:51 pm Mostly, yes. Not all, though. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:51 pm (txt): Prowl finding answers wanted after movie? Knows more - precaution? Negative, not word. Knows... solutions? *No, that's not it either. He looks down at his knee, thinking.* FakeProwl 11:52 pm For instance: there's a strain of bacteria—organic—that's been found nowhere but on the Titanic, and it's evolved to eat the iron of the ship. It eats iron and excretes rust. A rust virus evolved on Earth. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:53 pm (txt): ...How? Organics: not metal eaters. (txt): Scientists certain this, not designed? FakeProwl 11:54 pm Very certain. And I can confirm the Autobots didn't track down a random shipwreck in the middle of the Atlantic to experiment with rust viruses, and I see no evidence of Decepticon involvement either. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:55 pm (txt): Supposition: Cybertronians not investigating shipwreck within near future. FakeProwl 11:55 pm And they've figured out where it fits in Earth's taxonomy. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:56 pm (txt): Fascinating. Lingering disbelief. Questions... (txt): Where? FakeProwl 11:56 pm Bacteria Proteobacteria Gammaproteobacteria Oceanospirillales Halomonadaceae Halomonas titanicae. ... They named it after the ship it's eating. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:56 pm (txt): Processing. Please wait. FakeProwl 11:56 pm *nods* *will valiantly hold down the next thing he wants to say* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:57 pm *Soundwave is gonna need a moment to research how Earth taxonomies work.* FakeProwl 11:58 pm *prowl might be perfectly still but rest assured, on the inside he's squirming.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:58 pm *...Okay. Okay, so it's not too different from some other ones he's seen. The individual sections don't mean much to him but he's kind of got the drift.* *And he can tell what the individual pieces of those names mean, so.* Yesterday ItsyBitsySpyers 11:59 pm (txt): Processed. Continue. FakeProwl 12:01 am Actually, if Cybertronians don't investigate the wreck within the near future—not that I'm saying we should, but if we were going to—then there's going to be no wreck to investigate at all. Current predictions based on the bacteria's metabolism is that the Titanic will have been completely consumed within fifteen years. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:03 am (txt): Soundwave protests. Titanic: ... titanic. Bacteria, viruses: microscopic. -Earth- microscopic. FakeProwl 12:03 am Microscopic and multitudinous. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:03 am *Thinking* (txt): ...Scraplets? FakeProwl 12:04 am ... Slower, but similar concept. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:04 am *Small shudder.* FakeProwl 12:05 am The wreck of the Titanic was such a—an immense—thing, in human history—and barely a generation after the last survivor dies, it will no longer exist. The murderer—don't you say anything—the ICEBERG melted the same year it destroyed the Titanic. The evidence that this event ever happened is so—fleeting. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:06 am *Damn. He should have used immense.* *Soundwave holds his feelers up. He wasn't going to say anything.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:08 am *Nods.*

(txt): Lost passengers also gone - them, long before ship. No markers left, if ship: eaten. Humans plan underwater memorial? What fate, specialized bacteria? (txt): Bacteria will die? This, also lost evidence? FakeProwl 12:09 am They have multiple memorials on land. And museums where artifacts dredged up from the ship were preserved. I don't know of any underwater ones. ... I don't know what will happen to the bacteria. Most likely, most of them will starve and the survivors will have evolved to broaden their diet. The humans are concerned that such a bacteria could be a danger to other oil rigs and the like currently in their oceans. However, they could also be used to clean up the remains of other old shipwrecks. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:11 am *Tilts his head.*

(txt): Human media often overheard. Oil dependency reduction desired. What problem, consumed rigs? FakeProwl 12:12 am First, they HAVEN'T reduced their dependency yet. Second, if it eats through the pipes, that would cause oil spills. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:12 am *............?* FakeProwl 12:12 am Apparently oil spills are toxic to the nearby environment. It kills fish that humans eat, or something. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:13 am (txt): Understood. That, definite human problem. (txt): Cannot contain? Plastic shield? (txt): Inject strain, bubble, wait. Remove bubble after wreck: gone, majority: deceased. FakeProwl 12:14 am Perhaps they can. I don't know how mobile the bacteria is. The Titanic, however, which is the site of the strain, is currently very uncontained. That's what concerns them. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:15 am *Oh! Yes. Right. He digressed a little hard there.* FakeProwl 12:16 am Billions of the bacteria have probably already been washed off the ship and scattered into the ocean, they just don't know if it's going to be enough to escape to other sources of iron. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:16 am (txt): ...Oceans: vast, deep. That many ships, rigs? *Why is Unicron Earth? These things are fascinating. He would investigate them in more depth if he wasn't terrified of Unicron waking again. It's enough of a strain on him to go down to deliver palladium and pick up goods.* FakeProwl 12:18 am Well, there's a lot. And the Titanic was situated on a very busy shipping channel—it might still be busy to this day, I don't know. And the ocean might be vast but it's also very mobile—small floating things can travel great distances through it. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:24 am (txt): If Soundwave's map: human-focused, this, -heavy- strand source location.

*Shakes his helm.*

(txt): Cannot imagine how full scope: processed, within human mind. FakeProwl 12:25 am I think humans are generally bad at processing the full scope of things. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:25 am (txt): Not argued. (txt): ...Cybertronians: rarely better.

*Huff* FakeProwl 12:26 am True. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:26 am (txt): Prowl better than most. Has more strands? FakeProwl 12:28 am Just a calculator where my brain's supposed to be. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:31 am (txt): ...Soundwave meant map strand. Event connection data. However, Prowl's brain location, form: attractive, fascinating, appropriate. No 'just'. FakeProwl 12:31 am *... slow blink. map strand?* *for some reason thought they were talking about strands of bacteri— STRAINS. the term is strains of bacteria.* *well then he has no idea what's going on.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:32 am *...Oh. OH. Prowl doesn't - he's never--* (txt): Stay. Stay. Explanation. Stay. FakeProwl 12:33 am ... I wasn't leaving. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:34 am *No, but he was, temporarily. Soundwave's up off the couch, moving to the booth he usually runs the club from during operating hours.* FakeProwl 12:34 am *oh. all right. will wait.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:34 am (txt): Light: dimming. *All of them. Floors, ceilings, inlaid, whatever - they're all growing darker.* FakeProwl 12:35 am *okay. will wait in the dark.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:37 am *Just making sure Prowl doesn't think this is going to turn into some weird kind of ambush.*

*He spends a couple of moments picking through The File, isolating a small section of his Map. He's been playing with this function ever since he first patched Prowl through and had Ideas.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:41 am *Without warning, a massive hologram cloud of historical events, random facts, and assorted other tidbits appears in the room. Most of the pieces are connected to at least one other piece with thin strands in different colors, though some sit alone. Others reach off the section of Map he's allowing Prowl to see. If he investigates, he'll see most of these happen to belong to Soundwave's timeline, but a few have timestamps from more recent years and multiversal coordinates.* (txt): Tiny piece. Fraction fraction fraction. These, strands. FakeProwl 12:42 am ... Ah. I—I see. *check out them wide eyes* *he's looking at EVERYTHING* *how many are there displayed? because if it's under 800 he's going to try to read every one of them simultaneously.* *if it's over 800 he's still going to try, it's just not going to work as well.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:46 am (txt): Titanic event: heavy-stranded. See here.

*Soundwave touches one that's buried in a thick nest of purple with a feeler. It shimmers and flickers a bit, but regains cohesion once he pulls back.*

*There are only about 150 on display. It is, as he said, the tiniest of tiniest pieces. He'll recognize a lot of them as being around the time Megatron reappeared with a big chunk of dark energon.* FakeProwl 12:48 am ... I see. Yes. So it is. *wonders how many of those strands he helped connect just by talking* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:49 am (txt): Soundwave: learning multiverse. -Far- more not shown. Perhaps more in future. Undecided. *If Prowl looks close in the upper right side of the cloud, he'll find a strand stretching off to the D-Void. At least that one. Probably thousands more.* FakeProwl 12:51 am It'ssss... *can't think of a word that doesn't sound fake in its over-the-top-ness. gives up.* ... I can imagine how... extensive it must be. *rather cool response aside, the rapid increase of light in his optics expresses perfectly well just how interested he is in it* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:52 am (txt): ...Prowl wants own self? FakeProwl 12:54 am I'm content with my internal organizational system. But I would not mind seeing more of yours. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:54 am (txt): Negative, negative. Not sharing system - showing Prowl section. That, offered. FakeProwl 12:56 am Oh! *back immediately straightens* I—do you—want me to see—? ItsyBitsySpyers 12:59 am (txt): Reason Soundwave would not? FakeProwl 1:01 am I. Well. *because usually people were rather shy about directly showing someone what they thought of them. even if only in the shape of the connections they made between that person and other subjects. but, that, sounded stupid.* *and maybe because Prowl was nervous about SEEING, and it was hard to imagine that Soundwave wouldn't also be nervous of showing.* ... Sure. ItsyBitsySpyers 1:01 am *He's a telepath, Prowl. He would show you what he thought of you very often, if he could.* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:04 am *And anyway, he fully intends to hide a lot of the personal connections that should be there. They're a bit of an unsorted mess. And some unfinished bits he hasn't finished connecting. There are some things Prowl doesn't need to see Soundwave thinks about.* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:06 am (txt): This, sufficient sample.

*The other one flickers out and is quickly replaced with a brand new cloud of a different shape. There are way, way more pieces here than the last one - and why not? Prowl knows this stuff about himself already. Blatantly obvious details (including a whole blob for Devastator and the Constructicons), things that it takes some persistence to learn, lots of tiddly details Prowl has tossed at him randomly over time, big events, little events, connections to who knows how many mechs...* FakeProwl 1:08 am *his optics brighten even more. oh. wow. that's... a whole lot of things.* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:09 am (txt): This, among favorite sections.

*He taps a tiny ring of files set off to the side. There's only one strand and it's a tiny one, close to Prowl's main file.* FakeProwl 1:09 am *a whole lot of little things, too. some things he didn't even remember telling soundwave...* Oh? *he focuses on the that little ring, then. what have we got?* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:11 am *Soundwave politely zooms in so Prowl can get a better view of the images.*

*...He wonders if Prowl knows he smiles as often as all those pictures.* FakeProwl 1:12 am *probably not, because he IMMEDIATELY covers his mouth with both hands, horribly embarrassed.* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:13 am *The feeler moves to loosely curl around Prowl, if he'll let it.*

(txt): Prowl should not hide. ItsyBitsySpyers 1:14 am *But he'll zoom back out. There. Prowl doesn't have to see them anymore.* FakeProwl 1:14 am Mm. *sure, easy to say. he's still hiding.* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:16 am (txt): ...Apology offered. Admiration, honesty intended. This, unintended side effect. *He kills the map before it gets worse somehow and slowly brings the lights back up.* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:37 am *Soundwave shifts uncertainly at the booth, trying to work out what he should do. Or say. Or - something.* FakeProwl 1:53 am ... I understand your intentions. You—don't need to apologize. You didn't do anything to apologize for. *oh, and now Soundwave thinks he did something wrong. great. good job. Prowl forces his hands back down where they belong. What's he even covering, he's not doing anything worth covering.* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:57 am (txt): ...Acknowledged.

*Might not -quite- believe that he didn't make a mistake somewhere in there, but he'll try to take Prowl's words at face value.*

(txt): Prowl still wants Map? Soundwave would - wants Prowl creates own thread, if interested. FakeProwl 2:00 am *soundwave gets a curious look for that* Create my—own thread? ItsyBitsySpyers 2:07 am *Nods. Waits. Realizes he can't be seen too well in the dark. Oops.*

(txt): Affirmative. Create basic addition, connection thread. Minimal temporary hologram control granted, if interested. FakeProwl 2:08 am ... To what? To what end? ItsyBitsySpyers 2:08 am (txt): Many ends. Gift. Shared experience, understanding. Prowl affects own shape. Sees more formed. FakeProwl 2:09 am I think you're just asking me to tell you something about myself you don't already know. *looks up at the extensive web above* I'm running out of options. ItsyBitsySpyers 2:10 am (txt): That, acknowledged requirement.

Humor tag.

(txt): Compliment accepted, however. FakeProwl 2:11 am I've been known to get them out from time to time. FakeProwl 2:12 am *... humor tag. he's never been known to get them out.* ItsyBitsySpyers 2:12 am *Then he's even more pleased to have that one.* ItsyBitsySpyers 2:14 am (txt): Prowl intends acceptance? Prefers Soundwave joins, sits, lets Prowl explore? FakeProwl 2:14 am ... All right. I'll add a strand. ItsyBitsySpyers 2:14 am *SOMETHING in the room grows brighter.* (txt): Come, come. Follow feeler. FakeProwl 2:16 am *follows? where's he following it* ItsyBitsySpyers 2:19 am *To join Soundwave at the control booth. Most of it serves functions he won't explain, because they aren't playing music, but there's a small touch pad in one section. Soundwave will move over and point him to it with the red dots at the end of the feeler.* (txt): Give Soundwave data. FakeProwl 2:19 am *all right then. he leans over the touchpad* ... Do I enter it myself, or do I tell you what to enter? ItsyBitsySpyers 2:21 am (txt): Type if desired; new file already started. Transfer if preferred. FakeProwl 2:22 am How do I look up a file you already have to connect mine to? ItsyBitsySpyers 2:26 am (txt): Soundwave knows, remembers many files already. When uncertain, keywords used - this, Prowl uses. Contained data, potential categories, related concepts.

*He briefly takes over to show Prowl how to get to that section, then erases it and returns it to the blank screen.

Prowl won't find anything super sensitive. As said before, Soundwave is limiting access and content.* FakeProwl 2:29 am *Okay, so he just searches. Great. now he has to figure out what he's going to search for.* FakeProwl 2:31 am *... looks up and searches the map at the top of the room to see if Soundwave's displayed what he knows about Prowl's eating preferences up there. is it visible?* ItsyBitsySpyers 2:34 am *Yes. It's not too far away from the main source. Liquids, Necessary Evils, gag reflexes (and boy is there something fun drifting off to the side of THAT one), how much time he's spent refueling that Soundwave's seen, what percentage of the total time spent in Soundwave's company that is, the different kinds of things consumed as far as he knows... it goes on.* FakeProwl 2:34 am *alarmingly thorough!* ItsyBitsySpyers 2:35 am *No need to be alarmed. Any other thing Prowl wants to know about himself is about as thorough.* FakeProwl 2:36 am *well, there's something it doesn't have. Prowl looks back at the touch screen, searches for Soundwave's file on gallium, and navigates back to the food cluster next to his own file to connect the gallium.* FakeProwl 2:38 am *it takes him a bit to work out the interface, but he gets it* ItsyBitsySpyers 2:38 am *Leans in to peek.*

(txt): What intention, this? FakeProwl 2:38 am My favorite additive. ... That's not true. It's not an additive. I can drink a straight shot of pure raw gallium. Which I don't recommend, it's hell on the system. ItsyBitsySpyers 2:40 am (txt): Can. Would? What hell effect? What liked? What - negative, negative, Soundwave unfocusing. ItsyBitsySpyers 2:44 am *Clips his feeler to the booth beneath where the touchpad is. Suddenly, groups of additional lines come out of nowhere to tether themselves to it. Other people who are known to like gallium best, people who consume things knowing it's bad for them, people who prefer it raw over modified....* FakeProwl 2:44 am *oh look, other people with good taste* ItsyBitsySpyers 2:53 am (txt): Outsider contribution rarity: beyond reasonable description. Data, existence, input source valued.

*He pauses and adds a few more lines to place it in categories reflecting those facts, then turns to face Prowl. Small helm bob. Thank you.* FakeProwl 2:56 am *a small nod in return. you're welcome.* *it wasn't a huge contribution, but it was nice to tell Soundwave something new about himself that didn't involve war crimes or traumatic memories* ItsyBitsySpyers 2:57 am *Sometimes it seems like trauma and crimes are all they are. It was nice to be told something that simple and remember there are other facets to them.* ItsyBitsySpyers 2:59 am (txt): Perhaps more reviewed in future. This, sufficient tonight. FakeProwl 3:02 am *nods again, and heads back toward the couch* And I should probably be going soon. ItsyBitsySpyers 3:02 am *He deactivates the map and controls, bringing the lights up at last.** FakeProwl 3:02 am You have a mission to prepare for. ItsyBitsySpyers 3:02 am (txt): Prowl also. FakeProwl 3:02 am I don't have many preparations to do. ItsyBitsySpyers 3:03 am (txt): Perhaps true.

*He'd argue that some are more emotional than physical, but that's not a place he wants to touch right now.*

(txt): Still. Rest best. Prowl deserves. *Follows to the couch, for what few moments are left.* *A thought strikes him, but he shakes his helm a little to clear it away. There's no time right now. There will be after Springer. He'll make sure of that.* FakeProwl 3:06 am *a nod. he wouldn't say he DESERVES it—but needs, certainly, yes. Springer wouldn't benefit from a sleep-deprived helper.* ItsyBitsySpyers 3:06 am *After everything to do with the war, Prowl damn well earned it.* FakeProwl 3:07 am I'll be waiting for your comm. ItsyBitsySpyers 3:08 am (txt): Soon.

*Hesitantly lifts his hand, wanting to touch Prowl's cheek. If allowed, he'll let his palm rest there for a second and tilt his helm, then withdraw it.*

(txt): Until then. FakeProwl 3:09 am *he leans into the touch as long as it lasts* *then a farewell ping, and he disappears*

[losttalongthewayy]

I’ve been meaning to do this forever, and kept forgetting stalling lol! I really wanted to do it before the end of May tho, because...

 H E L L O this blog turns one year old in May! 

I can’t exactly remember the date, but I know it was around May that I finally threw the towel, gave up, and created this mostly OUAT/CS sideblog! SO HERE WE ARE! ONE YEAR LATER! And while I can still qualify to ‘professional lurkers of Tumblr(dot)com’ I wanted to take a moment to give a shoutout to some of my favorite peeps that I follow around here! Y’all make the Tumblr experience for me, with your writing (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!), your art, your gifs, and everything in between, meta, FANGIRLING, etc etc etc.

I do not know many of you, but I definitely know of a bunch of you through my dash and every time a new fic is posted or an awesome piece of art or words about JUST HOW CAPTAINSWAN IS THE BEST OTP ON THE PLANET (lol), it totally makes my day!

So without further ado (aka, my endless rambling lol) here’s this….whatever this is, but I think it’s my APPRECIATION POST to you beautiful beans!

(I like this pic all right?! lol))

-First,  THE WRITERS! THE WRITERS THAT MAKE ME WISH I COULD STOP TIME JUST SO I COULD GO READ WHATEVER THEY’ve written!!!! I have a handful of you that I simply absolutely L O V E! The way you write, the way you bring the characters to life, the way you imagine them in such different scenarios SO SO SO perfectly! I went from working a mere 100 hours every month last year, to well over 50 every week this year, so clearly my ability to read and gush over fanfic has been compromised, but y’all should know I would read ALL OF THE FANFIC if I had the time.

Still, honorable S H O U T O U T S!

      @startswithhope !!!! You’re THE BEST! and I LOVE HOW MANY DIFFERENT WAYS YOU MANAGE TO HAVE THOSE TWO IDIOTS FALL IN LOVE (Or, really, GIVE IN TO THEIR LOVE at last, more often than not!!) You’ve got a precious gift, and I hate it so much when I miss a one shot, I’ve missed A BUNCH lately, I think, but you still should know you’re one of my favs in the fandom and you’ve made TONS of my days SO SO much better!!

     @mahstatins why, hello! You’re *ALSO!* THE BEST!!! Few stories have made me laugh as much as I did while reading Ready To Believe You, like, I REMEMBER VIVIDLY reading that story for the first time and how much fun it was! RENEGADES got me at the edge of my seat every single chapter and I’ve been my happiest every time there was an update! if I were much less of a prude I’d dig into those probablysodamnawesome fics from your porn extravaganza, but alas, I’m me and anyway, YOU ARE AWESOME! and I thank you so much for sharing your work!

       @peglegsjones You are (TOO!) THE BESTEST ONE OF ALL!!!!!! I don’t think I can even put into words how much I truly LOVE your universes and characters! IAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THAT ABSOLUTE BALL OF LOVE AND LIGHT IS BY FAR MY FAVORITE FAVORITE CS KID EVER! (I totes love him FAR MORE than I love my own cs kiddos LOL!) You have SUCH A WONDERFUL WAY WITH WORDS! it’s the way you can make the most normal and regular moments especial and PACKED WITH EMOTION that keeps me reading your stories time and time again! it’s been a joy to get to know you and gush and read your fic! THANK YOU!

Obviously I’m TRASH for SO SO SO MANY MORE OF YOU, and I’m sure there are still SO MANY authors I haven’t even discovered yet, but these three are the three that write something and truly make me want to drop whatever I’m doing just so I can read their words! They are the best!!! GO READ THEIR STUFF y’all!!

MORE SHOUTOUTS, because really, if I’ve ever read your words and have you on my rec list ( H E R E ) than you should know I love you and you’ve made my day/night/evening at some point FOR SURE!

—     @xerxesrises , @katie-dub (you’re the sweetest bean and I still remember gushing over Never Let Me go with you once upon a time lol!) , @spartanguard  (ALL THE CAPTAIN CHARMING! YOUR LOVE IS CONTAGIOUS AND I LOOK FORWARD TO FRIDAYS cause of you!), @amagicalship (EVERYTHING YOU WRITE! BLESS YOU!!!), @bleebug (I BELIEVE I’m STILL EMOTIONALLY COMPROMISED BY EVERY LETTER! You damn emotional genius! ALSO YOUR ART! You’re awesome!!!!), @wheres-your-rum, @sambethe, @seriouslyhooked (THANK YOU FOR ALL THE FLUFF!!!), @thegladelf, @laschatzi, @the-reason-to-sail-home, @princess-emma-of-misthaven (I MISS YOUR STORIES A LOT! every day! lol), @hook-come-back-to-me (your tiny little bits of pure cs love are everything!), @nothingimpossibleonlyimprobable (I’ve cried because of your angst and somehow loved every second of it! ALSO, thank you for Beta’ing that one story for me once upon a time! You ARE SO KIND!!!), @canwetalkaboutcaptainswan (THE FLUFFIEST FLUFF ON THIS PLANET! THANK YOU SO MUCH!), @acrobat-elle (KITTIES! but also, your writing is THE BEST!!!!),  @high-seas-swan (ALL OF THE PRECIOUS MODERN AUS!!!!! I remember fondly that snow ball fight they had once, OR that time he came to her window and then crashed, OR Emma buying that little lounge chair thingy from him! OH MY HEART!!!!), @lifeinahole27 ……AND MANY MANY MORE, truly, I just have a sucky sucky memory! but you’re all the very best!!!!

ALSO, special shoutout to @shady-swan-jones because….LISTS!!! You’re the best!

Also, FOLLOWERS! HA! that sounds terrible when I call ya that, right!?! but this is just a tiny shoutout to those peeps I always see on my activity page but we may or may not have had an actual conversation ever, so yeah, here….YOU GUYS ARE (ALSO) the very best and I thank you for existing! (especially @themrandmrscaptainswan and @ihavelovedthestarstoofondly99)

 OH MY! AND TO ALL YOU WHO HAVE READ ANY OF MY STORIES! I don’t even know how to properly thank YOU for that! I DO NOT think my stories are on par AT ALL  with the quality and talent we are SO DAMN lucky to have here in CS fandom, but every once in a while I’d get the nerve to post my stuff and it’s so lovely to receive such positive feedback as I have in this fandom. I hope one day I’ll get better and post that one story y’all deserve, but for now, if you follow this dork and have ever read anything I’ve written, THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU! I love you and thank you a very whole lot from the bottom of my heart! LOL! HOW IS THAT FOR MUSH!?!??!

but whatevs, I’m a mushy mushy me and even as a semi-lurker I’ve enjoyed my time in this fandom a very whole lot!

 Year O N E HIGHLIGHTS!

-          S5 finale filming — when we all thought Killian was proposing to Emma outside of Granny’s! I literally dropped my phone at the gym and almost had a heart attack so there’s that! lol

-          COMIC CON LAST YEAR  — I mean, that day was SOOOO much fun and I loved being able to be on tumblr that day with y’all!

-          S6 premiere PROMO! THAT COUCH SCENE AND OH MY GOD HOW DIDN’T WE DIE THAT DAY!

-          MOVE IN WITH ME —I remember being out and about that day, but checking Tumblr for spoilers of the peeps who were seeing the Screening at the time!

-          WATCHING “PAGE 23” with the peeps at VanCon! Honest, this is one of my favorite memories of that weekend (AND I MET JMO THAT WEEKEND!LOL) but just getting to watch the episode with SO MANY Fans, actual FANS of the show was the absolute BEST! I was borderline having a meltdown crawling on the floor in front of the TV that day with y’all, but you know, that’s just me lol! it was just SO MUCH FUN, THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!

-          THE PROPOSAL! THE COUNTDOWN TO THE WEDDING! PANCAKES PANCAKES PANCAKES PANCAKES!!!!!!!!THE WEDDING!! THE WEDDING!! THE WEDDING!! it’s been a FUN ride so far y’all! I really thank you a lot for being on my dash and making my days happier!

You all are the best!!!!!

 So yeah, THIS HAS BEEN A TUMBLR APPRECIATION POST!!!!! THANK YOU ALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here’s to Year 2 in this fandom being so much fun as well! :DDD