#but jfc the way i RAN to my sword

[scatterpatter]

Watching a video talking about horror content while home alone on a stormy night and suddenly hearing something crashing upstairs

[meilas]

Socks Reviews POTO Stockholm 2016 Act 1

Old!Raoul looks dead. He's barely looking up at the auction items. The guy holding the monkey music box is staring directly at the camera and he looks scared. Swedish occasionally sounds close enough to German/English that I am getting confused as to what language I'm watching this in. jfc everything was so quiet and then the music is so loud This is a really nice shot of the chandelier rising. A couple light flashes synchronised with the drums. Honestly this looks so much cooler than when I saw the show on Broadway. Clearly I need to invest in a pair of opera glasses if I'm going to go to see any more shows that come my way because I always end up sitting in the way back.

This Piangi is a tiny king The way the slavemaster snapped the whip right behind the one manager and made him jump XD This Piangi forgot his sword on the ground and had to wave madly for someone to hand it to him. The camera work for this is so steady. Way to go, filmer. Piangi looks so into Carlotta when she's singing Think of Me. King behaviour. The one manager stops the other when he starts clapping early. The fallen backdrop has only been raised partway and there's three guys who keep looking under it and just interacting with each other behind it. Excellent. Raoul is blonde and looks so babey Meg sounds like a teenager. Christine sounds, well, older but not old. And I love how their voices sound together. One is a bell, one is a chime. The phantom is angry here, I actually jumped Oh and we're back to the nasally tone at "I am your angel of music" damn it Joback, you gave me hope and immediately let me down. He does sound better on the bridge. Let's see how is MOTN goes. How tall is Joback? he's barely taller than Christine oh that was an energetic cape removal, and a fairly decent self-caress He certainly is touching himself a lot during MOTN. Like his chest and stomach. And hips. Not. elsewhere. Okay that was a great high note. Why can't he sound like that all the time? Decent sprawl. Glad we could see it. But it looked like Christine had second thoughts about kissing him, rather than noticing anything that might have stuck out about him 😏 Another hip stroke jeez my dude Christine flinching when he starts crawling toward her is great. It's not his face at this point, it's how Weird he's being. OH OH He reaches toward her with his right hand, and exposes his face for several seconds and she just stares at him before slowly looking away. And she looks directly at him again when she returns his mask. This Christine is fantastic. Raoul is so much taller than everyone. lol Meg almost tripped running up to announce the Phantom of the Opera, and that looked like a struggle for her to run offstage No screaming of "the BALLET" here but he did run into a couple of the dancers. Ooooh we got to see an extra cape twirl from the shadow phantom in his last appearance. Usually he just fills up the entire backdrop but this time he swished the cape and then ran off to the left. Witness it here:

Christine's rooftop cape is either white or a very pale shade of blue. Her countess dress is also very pale, and I love it. so much better than the radioactive cupcake tint she wears in other productions. Chrstine sounds great. It's an AIAOY so I guess R/C fans will be happy. Okay that was a very gentle kiss. Very nice. They sound great together! Sad man time! That is a very small angel statue. This guy barely does the minimum. Sadder! More emotion! At least he shouts. Safety harness spotted.

[mrsbhandari]

Clash

A/N: HERE IT IS!! MY FIGHTING OLIVER TENSION FIC!! I hope yall enjoy and I also hope that yall know: getting asks and requests brightens my day EVERY SINGLE TIME it happens!! I never mind writing fics for yall or talking to yall or saying yall five times in every sentence. u know how it is. the pirates get ye, I get yall. thems the rules.

words: 2k

warnings: HEAVY SMUT like jfc idk how I can live with myself fklsjdfkj, language, swords

Summary: A training session with Oliver gets heated.

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“You’re sure you can handle this, Eden?” Oliver took a sword off the wall and tossed it to his new sparring partner, who caught it easily by the hilt. “Training can get...intense.” His smoldering gaze turned to her, making his implication obvious. 

“You forget I’ve learned the basics. I held off against your men, remember?” Raising an eyebrow, she swung the blade around with obvious practiced skill, getting used to the weight and natural movement quickly. He smiled fondly, but there was just a hint of arrogance touching his lips. The sword whooshed close to his ear, making him jolt away and drop his look. “Scared, Lieutenant?” After joining his crew, she was still desperate to prove that she deserved to be there, that she wasn’t a pirate spy. Oliver always regarded her coolly and cautiously, but figured the best way to test loyalty was to give her a weapon and see to it that she didn’t kill him (on purpose, at least). 

“More nervous. You’re dangerous, you know.” He widened his stance, preparing to begin, and she modeled her foot placement after his. 

“I know.” Giving a brief wink, they began the classic dance of battle, always moving and waiting for the other to strike first. As they looked at each other, there was a palpable tension stretching across the wide circle they created, connecting them like a taut string just begging to be broken by the swing of a sharp blade. Oliver was the first to attack, showing mercy on his partner with an easily blocked slash. To her, the sound of their swords clashing together in midair was jolting, but she did well to hide it and brush his blade off hers; he had gotten used to the sound over the years and showed no hints of anxiety, making him seem like a robot designed for fighting. 

“Don’t go easy on me,” she commanded, sending a glare across the circle they’d created once again, shifting feet and hard breaths the only sounds in the small room they were using for training. She wasn’t sure about Oliver, but her hard breaths were coming more from how she would rather be exercising another way, involving a lot more sweat and a lot less clothes. The thought fleetingly took her focus, but she shook her head to wipe her mind; the split second was enough for him to catch her off guard. 

He lunged forward, but his eyes gave his next move away: a swipe from the right, easily parried as she stepped over and let him fall a little too far forward with too much momentum for him to easily regain his balance. She took advantage of his vulnerability and hit the hilt of her blade into the small of his back, sending him to the floor with a grunt. That grunt definitely didn’t help the mental images already running through her mind, so she elected to back away, letting him scramble to his feet. 

Oliver was sweating, and she found herself preoccupied by the droplets running down his skin. His hair was in a ponytail when they started, but the strands were messy now and sticking to his flesh in crazy patterns that decorated his temples and cheeks. Running a hand through it, he noticed her distracted state and yet again moved forward, lightning on his feet as he quickly disarmed her and grabbed her sword. Unable to defend herself, he walked her back with a sword at her neck until her back hit the wall. 

The blade was cold, but he pressed the flat of it to her skin so as to give the illusion of threat. Eden didn’t really care. Her eyes drifted from part to part of his face, studying the way his breath came out, the way his fingers twitched as if holding back, the way he pressed his body far closer to hers than he needed to. He was tall and could barely resist the way her face looked as she had to tilt her head back to see him; her lips were parted slightly and she bit the bottom one, already plump and red and tempting. He could feel his pants growing tighter, a physical representation of the siren’s effect on his body, making his thoughts run every which way, following a constantly changing current. He realized he had been leaning down this entire time, target locked on those kissable lips that made him lose his mind, before he thought more of the consequences. He changed his path at the last second, head landing next to hers with his forehead against the wall. 

“You’re dead.” Before he could think, she ripped the swords out of his hands and tossed them to the floor. “Wha--?” She landed a steel foot on his boot, drawing out a yelp that quickly morphed into a gasp as she jolted her knee into his stomach, knocking any air out. She pushed him off, sticking a foot out behind his when he stepped back to send him to the ground once again. Falling to her knees, she straddled his hips and pinned his wrists, leaning low to whisper in his ear. 

“You’re dead.” 

Unable to take it anymore, Oliver turned his head and kissed her, pouring every second of torturous want that he’d lived through into it. His hands curled into fists, but she continued to hold them to the ground, unwilling to relinquish her control. For a minute, he thought they were just going to stay like this: her on top of him and kissing him like she needed his lips and tongue to live. Then, her hips were grinding down into his and her teeth were sinking into his bottom lip and her lips were moving down his jaw and he was losing his breath at the overwhelming sensations of and and and. 

“Eden...” he gasped, letting out a shuddering groan when her teeth grazed his earlobe. 

“Lieutenant.” He was fully hard now and he knew she could feel through his trousers, but she continued teasing him with little nips and random grinding that kept him on his toes. The worst pain he was feeling was in his wrists as her nails dug in, tattooing crescents that he was sure to run his fingers over when this was all over. “Tell me what you want, Oliver.” He whimpered, drowning in the feeling of Eden everywhere on him. A swift bite to his collarbone pulled him out of his daze just enough to answer. 

“More,” he groaned. She hummed, loosening her grip on his wrists. They shot up to her breasts, lightly squeezing them over her thin linen shirt, sighing at the pretty sounds falling from her pretty lips. His fingertips meandered down to her hips where he gripped the skin revealed between her shirt and pants, tugging her body down to gain the barest hint of friction, moaning loudly once he acquired it and felt his vision go fuzzy. Then she was kissing him again and the world was tilting around him and he felt like he was falling, lost in Eden. He was adrift, unanchored, loose. 

It was the most exhilarating thing he had felt in a long time. 

The cold air of the room bit into his skin when he looked down to find his chest exposed. She had unbuttoned and threw his shirt open, sitting back to admire the broad plans and sharp lines of muscles, honed by years of training and exercise to ensure he was in the best shape for the Navy. Eden’s eyes were hungry, predatory while they bounced from his abs to his collarbone to his face, flushed and wanting. It was then that Oliver recognized just how powerful she was in this position, and he flipped her to even the score.

“Getting bold now, are we?” she taunted, tapping at his resolve to see how thick the boundary was. 

“You shouldn’t get to have all the fun. Plus,” He ran a fingertip from the valley of her breasts to the waistband of her pants, “you look so beautiful like this.” It was her turn to blush as she tried covering her face, but he imitated her by pulling and pinning her wrists to the floor above her. “You’re not getting away from me that easily.” He attached his lips to her neck, listening for the breathy moans she released while straining her arms, aching to get her hands on him. 

“Oliver, please,” she whispered, flexing her hands underneath his grip. 

“Tell me what you want, Eden,” he said, recalling her own words from minutes before. 

“I want to touch you, Oliver. I want you to make me scream your name so loud that the Poseidon’s Revenge can hear. Please.” Her unwavering confidence took him by surprise and he loosened his grip, groaning when she used her newfound freedom to tug sharply on his hair, now fully out of the ponytail. His hips bucked at the rough treatment. “You like that? You’re a naughty lieutenant, sir.” 

His eyes darkened and he climbed back off her to sit up on his knees. His hands returned to her hips, pinching lightly before moving to her thighs and forcefully tugging her hips to meet his. Wrapping her legs around his waist, they were closer than ever, and he almost couldn’t stand it. 

“Undress,” he commanded, throwing his shirt off, pushing his own pants down, and fishing his cock out. She returned to her position completely naked, trembling with excitement. His hands drifted to her breasts once again, pinching and rolling her nipples between his fingers. “Good girl.” His deep voice only made her wetter for him, feeling her juices run down her thighs. “So ready for me, yeah?” 

She could do nothing but nod, and he decided to let it go because he was just so desperate to feel her heat wrapped around him, to feel her shake beneath his touch at her peak, to feel her writhe under his touch as he sank himself into her and made her climax. His hands remained on her thighs when he thrusted into her entrance, letting a groan escape his throat. He was drowned out by her animalistic scream, her nails digging into the floor beneath them and leaving small scratches in the grain. 

“So perfect for me,” he murmured, swallowing her moan and thrusting roughly into her. He set a cutthroat pace that left him close with just a few movements, but he wanted to hold out for her. For all his dominance and arrogance, his only desire was to pleasure her. 

Well, he also wanted her to claw at his back until he bled. 

His hands found themselves under her flexed shoulder blades and her arched back, pulling her up until they were pressed chest-to-chest once again. Eden’s fingernails raked his skin, most likely leaving deep scratches to heal in a week or so. It wasn’t a matter to him; Oliver knew that he was going to have new ones to replace these before that. 

“Lieutenant…” she gasped, pressing her face into his neck, but he took one hand and pushed her out so he could see her, leaving one arm wrapped around her so he could hold her up. 

“I want to watch you, Eden.” His tender tone and sexy words sent her over the edge, shaking in his arms as he continued to fuck into her, following her into orgasm. Their moans mixed into a sensual harmony, pure bliss washing over the couple on the floor of the training room. They both barely caught their breaths, making it harder for themselves by kissing lazily, Oliver still buried inside her. 

“How’s that for training?” 

Oliver let out a laugh, holding her closer and ignoring the sticky sweat covering them and the cum dribbling out of her. His response was another kiss to take the place of a promise for more.

[prince-liest]

hi hi!! jfc sword of damocles was like the manna from the heavens i didn't even know i needed—literally the best fic i've read in the last year. god bless. if you're still taking hawks prompts, i've been thinking about how if fierce wings is sensitive enough to basically be another sensory organ...1) what's it feel like to get all those feathers incinerated, and 2) what's it feel like during the recovery period? i'd be pretty wigged out if i lost my hearing for a few months...

1) Thank you so much, oh my god, that’s like mid-key overwhelming to hear but in a really wonderful way, I really freaking love that my story had such an impression on you. How did this happen. (ಥ﹏ಥ)

2) I know this prompt was probably inspired by the current ongoings of the manga, but I wrote something for that already, and my brain kinda took the idea and ran with it a little further than strictly intended, so please have an excerpt from the baby/teen/adult!Hawks drabble I’m writing for it! Please let me know if you have an AO3 username you’re comfortable sharing so I can put it in the ‘for’ field when I post!

“Okay,” his handler says eventually, seemingly satisfied, and glances up at the new man. “This good?”

The man shrugs, propping up an elbow on a folded arm and fiddling with an earring. Hawks really likes his earrings - they’re very shiny. Maybe Pro Hero Hawks can be the kind of person who wears earrings.

“I dunno,” the man says, “I’ve never done anything like this. It should be the same as hair, shouldn’t it?”

“Mm,” his handler agrees, “Hawks, honey, please hold your wings steady now.”

[bienmoreau]

The Dork Reads Lightning-struck Heart: Charpters 1-6

It has begun!  @lio-zehel & @glitterghost​ this is basically just the notes i made on my phone as I went so sorry for the total lack of rhyme or reason to it or much referral back to the actual text for context XD 

Gary. The gay hornless unicorn who snorts sparkles out his nose

The introductory villain asking politely if he can get back to monologging his story. 

Why the casual bestiality. Like. I probably should have see it coming from the gay talking unicorn. but still.. 

Also so far this feels very very like one of the tripper episodes of The Magicians.. not that that’s a bad thing.. just odd the read.

The waviest. 

Chapter 2. Please don’t make my nipples explode. 

So much swearing. 

Aaaww caring parents.

....And pink pointy shoes. Because why not.

“I like your shoes.”

“Thank you little one. I made them [...] I like your face”

“Thank you big one. My parents made it when they got married. I was a honeymoon baby. Whatever that means”

DOES HE HAVE AN OFF SWITCH JFC!??

Aww SUPER SUPPORTIVE PARENTS and a pink shoed wizard (who will be very violent if crossed)

JFC sam is so bossy.

She checked me over that I wasn’t injured before she injured me.

He thinks I’m wicked awesome and I’m the future kings wizard. And then I will curse you both so hard you will have extra fingers coming out of your faces.

And damn supportive parents. Making sure their idiot child will look his best for his crush.

Aww brutal.

“That’s rough buddy.” At the whole prince / Knight situation.

Yes. You are being an awkward asshole

But dw you’re definitely not as big an asshole as Justin.

Oh my god. This has been going on for 47 minutes.

I swear he says the wants to touch people with his mouth way too frequently

These chapter names are so disconcerting

Needless to say I looked like a HIGH END prostitute (is that.. is that the look you go for for a royal feast)

I’m like an advertisement for circumcision. ...........um..

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I could make it look like an accident.. I’ve done it before.

-

He looked like he should own several brothels.. and now the outfit suddenly fits the situation...

Why. Why would wink at the king?  Why.

Wtffffff why is the king flirting with Gary. This is so weird.

Gay unicorn @ the literal King: “You look like a walking daddy fetish”

WHY!?

“YAAAAAAAAAAAY”

JFC WHY. WHY WOULD HE DO THAT. WTF I HATE IT.  I HATE THIS. WHY. HORRIBLE. HORRIFIC.

OH SON OF A BITCH WTF. WHY KING MAN WHY. NOT COOL AT ALL. OH GOD THIS IS SO FUKING AWKWARD. I HATE IT. I HATE IT WITH SO MUCH OF MY BEING THIS IS NOT OKAY.

(Someone in the audience said “yaaaaaaaay” and started slow clapping). I hate it.

“Your flower gonna get eaten”. why?

Aaaahhhh!!!! “Simple. I’m asexual” YES THEN ACE WIZARD FOR THE WIN!

Ummm... there’s not mpreg in these books is there... like.. there’s not right?

The totally bizarre aggressive confidence sam has is genuinely terrifying

Omfg. Why would he advertise like that!?

Okay but. So like I’m annoyed and worried because I’m pretty sure y’all are fans of Justin (and idk probably ship him with Sam). And like I’m only a couple chapters in but I like Ryan. And idk why I haven’t see any of you mention him. So like wtf is he going to do to reverse all this set up? Like it totally reads as/feels mutual.

Like. What’s gonna happen? ‘Cause it’s making me nervous.

You’re adorable with your angry glitter.

—

Now. Tell me more about myself.

Ryan would laugh and I would laugh while I withered on the inside. Is probably one of the realist things I’ve ever read.

This book is like a completely inexplicable info dump. Like we’ve had almost no world building but there’s is so much happening all the time. Every other sentence has so much going on it’s like effort to actually fully comprehend the intended take away.

“Your segway was clunky and I am embarrassed for you.”

I love how sarcastic everyone is. It’s so much fun

So. Much. Confidence.

“Who was Todd trying to intimidate?”

Really Sam? REALLY?

Ryan is so protective.

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Silence.

“Sweet gods”

JFC sam.

J. F. C. Sam!

Poor Todd. Poor poor Todd. Sweet boy.

DONT FUKIN PAT HIS DICK SAM!

Also why the weird gender switches when they’re talking abt marriage?

JUST BE QUIET SAM!

JUST SHUUUSHHHHH!

Awww Ryan knows his allergies.

(Also. Brutal allergies. Duck and blueberries are both lovely.)

Poor Todd.

also why does Todd keep repeating blueberries?

Ryan is definitely enjoying this fiasco at least a little bit.

The waiter practically ran away. “I like him. Very quick service”

PHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

“the tip of your sword is poking me [...] you’re getting it all over me.”

And of course. What this car crash of a date really needed was dark wizards. Of course. At least it means Sam might not talk more

- “I like your eyebrows”

Okay. Never mind that then.

“I didn’t accidentally cast an invisibility spell on the walk over”

K but. Like. Ryan is smitten right?

“Nice? That’s not a ringing endorsement.”

“I like your ears.”

“Everyone has ears sam”

Poor Sam. What an obtuse fool.

Did he just talk his way out of a fight by accident?

Oh maybe not..

Ayy he’s a badass fool

I really enjoy how the magic is written/written about. It’s got a really nice feel to it as a magic ‘system’

Also like.. bruh.. it is not painfully obvious the Ryan is his anchor/cornerstone?

It was all gonna be fine.

IT WAS NOT FINE!

[praesidioest]

Gladnis Week - Day 3

for @gladnisweek​

Day 3 - Gladio and Ignis get tricked by Prompto and Noct into going on a date

Chapters: 3/7 Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gladiolus Amicitia/Ignis Scientia, gladnis Additional Tags:  Canon Divergent AU, fluff, domestic, slice of life, domestic angst, jfc can they kiss already (no never), slow burn, iono man Summary:   Gladio and Ignis get tricked by Prompto and Noct into going on a date. A bad time is had by all.

AO3 link: here!

“What if we went to—”

“Don’t say Dorsia,” Ignis snapped, his hand immediately clamped over Gladio’s mouth to preclude the possibility that he would.

The two held a tense moment, sat tangled on Gladio’s couch, the metronomic tick-tock of the clock on the wall marking the moments during which Gladio watched for every nuance of displeasure in Ignis’s face, aimed very pointedly at him. When finally the silence had dragged on too long, sure that Gladio would comply, Ignis had raised a brow in menacing question before letting his hand fall away from its occupation.

“Why not Dorsia?” Gladio blurted out, as soon as he was free to, and precisely because he was not at liberty to. “I’ve heard you mention their menu more than once. And that whole—” He gestured frantically here. “Just kinda seems like your scene.”

Plans for their six month anniversary always started with enthusiastic intentions to make arrangements, but often devolved into half-hearted suggestions of restaurant venues, which then turned into somewhat heated discussions of little relevance to their topic at hand, and ultimately resulted in no decision made. Exhaustion on Ignis’s part was sometimes to blame, or hungry irritation on Gladio’s, genuine inability to think of any passable suggestion in the moment, or sometimes the distraction of each others’ lips or hands or suggestive whispers that ended in decidedly unproductive exploits. And the closer they came to the date, the more distinct the tension of expectation grew, the more desperate the need to finally hammer something out.

Ignis gave a sharp sigh of irritation. “Firstly, it would be impossible to make a reservation this close to the date—”

Gladio’s face screwed up in disbelief. “You don’t think we can’t pull a few strings? As Crownsguard?”

“Secondly,” Ignis continued loudly, ignoring his question as though it were too absurd to acknowledge (it wasn’t, entirely). “I believe they, as a reputable establishment, would have a strict ‘No Shirt, No Shoes, No Service’ policy in place that I’m sure you’ll flout spectacularly, so I rather don’t see the point.”

Gladio threw up his hands in exasperation, slumping petulantly down into the cushions of his sofa. “Gods, I’d put on a proper shirt if we went somewhere nice, Ignis. I’m not a caveman.”

“Tell me that next time we make love,” Ignis quipped flatly, without missing a beat.

Gladio sat bolt upright, a facetious menace to his voice. “That’s it! We’re broken up for the rest of the day,” proclaimed, smacking a pillow for emphasis. “Tryn’a be productive here, there is no need to be giving me the business …”

It had been a half a year now, spent together in an impossible idyll between them. There were times it seemed to them that they were so comfortable around each other they might have been together for years. Other times when the novelty still surprised them, caught them unawares, left them stupid and giddy like they were the boys they once were when they first fell in love.

In spite of Gladio’s enthusiasm to espouse all the commonplace conceits of dating (dinner dates and movie nights, the pride of being able to publically call Ignis his own, emphasised by the occasional but healthy smattering of some truly repulsive overwrought public displays of affection), he’d come to terms with Ignis’s preference for secrecy in the matter, and eventually came to prefer it. No one meddling, not having to worry about anyone else’s opinions on their private relationship, no scrutiny under watchful eyes that inhibited and undermined them. Was it wise, for the Sword and Shield to commiserate? Would it compromise their commitment, their devotion to their offices, to Noctis? Questions that had every right to be posited, given the significance of their jobs, but unnecessary and unpleasant to address, in both their estimations. It was nice, therefore, having something that was clandestine and private, and all their own. So they kept it that way.

Keeping it a secret from Noctis and Prompto had been difficult, though, as neither of them were the sort to have any proclivity for deception. But it became a sort of poorly-played game to them, wherein Gladio would slip and say something suggestive, which Ignis would then have to shut down, and the two would have to pretend to be mad at each other. Ignis would sometimes be so convincing that he’d need to spend a fair amount of time petting the bewildered Gladio later that night. Ignis, therefore, was adept in the art of soothing Gladio’s hurt feelings, a skill which he utilized now, with dazzling aplomb.

“Broken up for the rest of the day?” Ignis repeated as though he had never before heard anything so appalling. His hands found Gladio’s shoulders like an anchor, and he slipped neatly into his lap. “I disagree.”

Gladio’s knee had begun to bounce with impatience, and he turned his face away to avoid the sight of Ignis’s face, which would surely compromise the resolve of his protest. “What do you mean, you disagree? There's nothing to debate here. It’s not a matter of opinion. I stated a fact.”

Ignis’s hand smoothed up the thick of his neck, fingertips tracing the line of his jaw, pinching lightly at his chin to hold him in place as he delivered a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Is it not up for debate, the veracity of this fact?”

Whatever protest Gladio had intended to cling to had died when his hand found the curve of Ignis’s ass, and he hated himself a little for how amenable he was to the surrender. “That’s not fair, you know.”

“What’s not?” Ignis asked, feigning innocence as he shifted very pointedly in Gladio’s lap.

Gladio’s hand smacked at his ass sharply, grabbing hold of it and jiggling it for emphasis. “This.” He kissed him quickly on the mouth. “That, too. I mean, basically all of this.” He ran his hands frantically up his thighs, his backside, in demonstration of this fact.

Ignis laughed. “Eloquent.”

“Yeah?” Gladio grinned, kissing him meaningfully. “You expect me to think when all the blood that should be going to my brain is rushing my dick right now?”

“What was that protest about being called a caveman?” he asked, saccharine-sweet as he touted his own victory.

“Yeah, I concede,” Gladio announced into the fabric of his shirt, where he mouthed at the jut of his collarbone. “Woof.”

The distinct sound of a key pushed into the lock preceded the swing of the front door, and without a thought, Gladio had hoisted Ignis up and tossed him inelegantly to the other side of the couch, where he quickly arranged himself into a picture of composure: hair smoothed, shirt straightened, legs crossed artfully, while Gladio attempted to think of the most disgusting things imaginable to tamp down the ridiculous boner already presenting along his thigh.

Noctis and Prompto bounded in, stopping short of the corner they’d rounded to find them in the living room at the sight of them. Noctis’s eyes narrowed in suspicion, though Prompto gleefully threw himself on the couch between them, propping up his boots on the coffee table with a sated, theatrical sigh.

“I knew you’d be here!” Prompto laughed, with something like triumph in his voice, as he tucked his hands behind his head. “Noct thought you’d be at Ignis’s place, but I had a feeling. Anyways, I won! I think that deserves a meal of some sort. Or at least an ice cream!”

Noctis gave one of those scoffing, sardonic laughs. “You didn’t win anything. We didn’t make a bet.”

Prompto sat up, indignance bright in his eyes. “Hey, man, I’m hungry! I’d honestly settle for a questionable hot dog, like, even one with sauerkraut on it—”

“Is there something you require?” Ignis interrupted, standing to inquire with a gravity to his voice serious enough to catch the pair of interlopers off guard. “It isn’t often that you seek me out, so I’m inclined to worry that you’re not here for purely social indulgences.”

“Well, you’re wrong,” Noctis informed him, in that too-grave way of his, the slightest arch of his brow the only indication of amusement in his expression. “I just thought you guys could use this.” He reached into his front pocket for a folded paper, which Gladio received and opened to read aloud.

“ …. A Groupon?”

“Yeah!” Prompto piped up, nodding enthusiastically along. “My mom bought it, thinking it would be a great way to strong arm my dad into taking her out on a date. You know, pre-paid dinner, pre-determined time frame that basically demanded he take her or else! … It was a real good effort on her part, but you know my dad and his love affair with work …”

Gladio looked skeptically at the paper, lined in exuberant red hearts drawn in Prompto’s undeniably sure and romantic hand. “So why would we want it, exactly?”

“Why not?” Noctis countered sharply, almost aggressively.

Prompto’s eyes went wide, and Gladio watched him scramble to find some more amenable explanation. “We thought it would be a nice change of pace! You know, something relaxed and romantic—”

Noctis shoved him.

“I mean, relaxed and …. Relaxed …. Yeah!” Prompto added hastily, his voice high with the strain of forced cheer. “Anyways, it’s about to expire, so why let it go to waste, you know?”

Gladio peered at the paper. “Doesn’t expire until next month.”

Noctis snatched the paper from Gladio’s hand, holding his gaze with unwavering displeasure as he pawed at Prompto’s vest front to retrieve one of the pens he kept there (just in case I get a number!). The pen scratched out the date with a pointed viciousness and scribbled in nonsensical numbers, before Noctis tossed the crumpled paper back at Gladio. “Look again.”

“Ah,” Gladio said, clearing his throat. “There it is.”

“There what is?” Ignis asked.

Gladio gave a soft laugh as he settled back in triumph, smacking Ignis’s thigh with the Groupon. “So looks like we’re going to Dorsia.”

In spite of all the misgivings he’d harbored over Gladio’s inability to dress for the occasion—any occasion— he had scrubbed up rather well, outfitting himself smartly in charcoal slacks tailored to the gods, a fitted white oxford left unbuttoned at the collar (and only the collar), finished with a surprisingly stylish jacket of a simple cut but in a luxurious silk satin that looked expensive to the discerning eye. Ignis had been pleasantly surprised, enough that he elected not to inhibit or disguise his pointed appreciation as he’d run his hand over the broad bow of his shoulders, the length of his torso, letting his hands roam inquisitively to discern his boyfriend’s surprising sartorial salience. Even now, sat a the table across from him, Ignis chewed quietly at his bottom lip, to Gladio’s distraction, who knew exactly what that tell meant.

The waiter that attended them looked politely nonplussed to the inconspicuous tension between them, as he waited for Gladio to inform him of his choice.

Distracted (more than normal) over the sight of Ignis, Gladio had paid little more attention than a cursory glance at the menu, reluctantly tearing his gaze from Ignis to finally regard the waiter beside him. “So this … vol-au-vent of braised sweetbreads in a black truffle madeira sauce,” he read off, with a stunted facility of confusion. “What exactly are sweetbreads?”

“Offal,” the waiter replied dutifully.

“Awful!” Gladio barked out a laugh that surprised the waiter enough to preclude any further explanation. “Hilarious. We got a joker over here. I’ll have one of those and a glass of whatever wine you would recommend to pair with it.”

“The sommelier recommends a wonderfully complex white wine,” the waiter recited. “It’s a newer vintage, but boasts an unusual minerality, with sweet notes of peach and honeysuckle, and a hint of sea salt which balances the flavour beautifully.”

“Perfect,” Gladio said, handing the menu back to him, absolutely unsure of what the waiter had just said. “Ignis?”

“I’ll have the duck confit with the cranberry, orange and cardamom glaze,” Ignis said smartly, as he snapped the leather-bound menu shut (purely for the indulgent satisfaction of the sound of it) and handed it neatly to the waiting waiter.

“Excellent choice,” the waiter agreed, nodding before retreating to put the order in.

“You look … really incredible,” Gladio informed him, once they were alone again, in that indulgent way of his. “If I haven’t said that already.”

“You have,” Ignis replied, a little smugly. Gladio was always full of compliments, and always so genuinely meant that it was difficult to tire of them, even for the most self-effacing. “But I still appreciate the sentiment. And the reminder.”

Gladio grinned, his eyes dropping demurely to the complex spread of cutlery and crockery, and wracking his brain to remember his formal eating etiquette from so long ago. “Do you think the boys have any idea?” he asked, distractedly, his fingers worrying up the length of a champagne flute’s stem.

“Probably not to the degree they think they do,” Ignis replied. “Noctis certainly has an idea, I think.”

“That kid made direct and un-fuck-with-able eye contact with me, I was shocked!” Gladio laughed. “Shit, I honestly have never been scared of him in my life until that moment. That was the most intent I’d ever seen from him since that one time you tried to force him to eat his brussel sprouts when he was ten. Do you remember that?”

The food came, and Gladio had waited until they were both served before tucking in excitedly, the delighted smile on his lips turning strained as the mastication of his mouth slowed to discern the ungodly texture of the sweetbreads on his tongue: spongy, but also a little grainy, with a strange, bitter aftertaste like bile.

“How’s your food?” Ignis asked absently, cutting into his duck, unaware of the personal turmoil in Gladio’s mouth.

Gladio waited a moment, too distracted by the ungodly taste to think of a euphemistic assurance for Ignis’ benefit. “Good,” he lied through gritted teeth, voice strained as he pushed the offending plate away. “Yours?”

“You sound wholly unconvincing,” Ignis pointed out lightly.

“Okay, but what is this texture?” Gladio demanded, leaving off the pretense of being okay about the morsel of hell in his mouth, leaning forward in a conspiratorial stage whisper, like a hiss. “It tastes clotted or rotten, like an over-boiled blood sausage, and then the aftertaste like a colon—”

“You’re eating pancreas,” Ignis supplied helpfully. “It’s an organ. It’s not technically meat, and—”

“I’m going to be ill on myself.”

Ignis laughed, covering his mouth with the heel of his hand in propriety, a peal which devolved into shallow coughs of growing desperation, and then no sound at all as he flailed for Gladio’s attention. “Epi-pen,” he managed to choke out. “Coat. Pocket.”

“Your what?” Gladio asked, jumping up in his panic and rounding the table to paw clumsily at his coat. “Shit.”

His fingers closed about the rigid epinephrine injector, pulling it frantically from the tangle of Ignis’ coat and instinctively tearing the blue safety cap with his teeth, and jamming it hard into Ignis’s thigh. Gladio’s eyes were trained on Ignis’s form, noting, waiting for the anaphylactic shock to abate with the injection.

It was a full few minutes of rubbing his shoulder and back and cooing words of comfort until Ignis seemed to regulate, and Gladio became acutely aware of the audience about them. It seemed all the eyes in the restaurant were on them, raking down their backs with invasive, proprietary inquisition. Gladio could feel the hairs at his neck stand at attention, raised in reflexive defense of him and his, and knew that if he disliked the exposure, Ignis would hate it more. “Come on,” he urged, bending to slip an arm around his waist and pull him up to standing. “Let’s go freshen you up.”

Ignis seemed to sink into his side, the strain of his arm, as Gladio walked him to the quiet of the bathroom’s vestibule, sitting him down in an overstuffed velvet armchair. “Thank you,” he said hoarsely, his breath coming labored still. “I’m allergic to a very specific strain of clove. It’s rare enough that I never think to be wary of it. But cloves are often paired naturally with cardamom, I should have inquired …”

Gladio pulled a disbelieving expression, kneeling at his side. “But you have an epi-pen on hand anyways. Seriously?”

“Precisely,” Ignis replied, with the bright ease of one stating something obvious. “One must be prepared for every eventuality.”

Gladio shook his head. “I’m too baffled to be turned on. But listen.” He laid a heavy hand on Ignis’s knee. “Now that this fancy dinner is obviously a bust, what do you say we take a trip down to the quay and eat some shitty burgers and some corner store wine? It’s no Dorsia, but after this little debacle here, I’m not sure that’s a bad thing.”

A little smile curled at the corner of Ignis’s mouth as he felt Gladio raise his hand to his lips to kiss. “No. That’s perfect. What are we waiting for?”

An hour later, and the two were sitting on the beach with their slacks rolled up to their knees, feet buried like ostrich heads in the sand, eating greasy burgers and taking swigs from the boxed wine like teenagers. The wind sang where it sailed upon the crests of the waves, to caress them like a lover under the inky night sky punctured with stars. It was highly romantic, in Gladio’s opinion, and inspired a particularly affectionate mood in him.

“Ever been skinny dipping?” Gladio asked, a rakish smile on his face that Ignis could not see, but was certain was there by the prodigal cadence of his question.

Ignis turned to him to deliver up the most wry of smiles, wriggling his toes delightedly in the sand at the eventuality of the question waiting to be asked. But still, he played coy. “I think you of all people should know that I have not.”

Gladio laughed, wiping a spot of ketchup from the corner of his mouth and sucking it from his thumb. “First time for everything.”

“No,” Ignis laughed, without reproach. “There isn’t.”

“Fine,” Gladio conceded easily, wiping his hands off and tucking them behind his head as he leaned back in the sand. “Ever play truth or dare?”

“Is your objective to wait until I ask or a dare, and then tell me to go skinny dipping?” Ignis asked pertly, grinning wide at his bold-faced and unabashed tenacity.

“No,” Gladio lied, scoffing loudly in poorly-disguised offense. “Not everything I do is intended to see you naked. At least eighteen percent of my feelings for you are purely idealistic, intellectual admiration.”

Ignis neatly folded his food wrappers and discarded them in the grease-lined paper bag. “You’re a terrible liar and a worse tactician,” he informed him evenly.

“Be nice to me,” Gladio laughed good-naturedly. “I’ve waited a long time for you. I’m used to taking what little I can get.”

Maybe it was pity. Maybe it was the rush of adrenaline malingering in his veins, inciting him to bad decisions without the rashness of thought. “Alright,” Ignis assented, his fingers already undoing the line of buttons on his shirt. “I’ll indulge you. For the occasion.”

Gladio’s eyes grew wide at the flash of collarbone. “Oh shit …”

There was something ephemeral about the way Ignis wore moonlight, and the quintessence of the stars. His pale skin glowed like a cynosure, like some celestial body whose gravity Gladio was impotent to resist. Even if he’d wanted to. “Come here,” Gladio murmured, even as his hands already reached to grasp his slender face with all the care and carefulness he could muster, to pull him into a kiss.

Their skin chilled by the pelagic winds prickled artlessly, and Gladio drew Ignis to him, their bodies flush with one another. Gladio’s broad hand smoothed down the elegant slope of Ignis’s spine, warm and proprietary, and Ignis folded himself against the muscled breadth of Gladio’s frame with a sigh.

But the sigh gave way to a sharp yelp and Ignis was snatched away from him abruptly, hissing with a writhing, flailing pain that kicked up sand and salt as he suddenly scrambled to his feet to escape the wash of the shoreline. The whole occurrence was so uncharacteristically clumsy of him— desperate even— that it had Gladio following in almost the same manner, chasing after Ignis's limping form with frantic haste.

“What’s wrong!” Gladio demanded, reaching out to steady him with an arm around his waist.

“Jellyfish." Ignis's voice was a strained thing seeping out through his teeth in a hiss as his leg buckled and pitched him into the sturdy hold of Gladio's arms. "My leg. Just above the ankle—"

“What?" he blurted, leaning to look. "Are you sure?”

“Seaweed doesn’t quite have the same acerbic affect,” Ignis snapped without meaning to, his fingers a vice on Gladio’s wrist. He tested his weight on the leg again and the failure of the attempt only heightened the inconsolable edge in his voice. “Gladio, do something!”

The lights of the Emergency Room were unforgiving, ascetic and harsh, casting long, sharp shadows and a preternatural sallow to their skin. Not the first place Gladio would have thought this anniversary date might have ended up, or even the last. And for someone who prided himself on being really fucking good at the art of spoiling a date (as in pampering one), more than just his pride and Ignis’s leg was wounded.

“I’m sorry our anniversary dinner was literally the worst,” Gladio confided quietly.

“You should be,” Ignis said smartly, affecting a brightly clipped tone that he was sure would denote his facetiousness. “I fear this might be indicative of exactly how flawed our relationship is, and I can’t understand how stupendously you failed in your efforts to commemorate our anniversary with something momentous.”

Gladio said nothing, and Ignis grinned as he imagined the abject horror on his face, mouth gaping like a floundering carp.

“I’m kidding, Gladio,” he assured him with a laugh, turning his palm up where it rested on his thigh, and which Gladio grasped like a man drowning to a lifeline, threading his fingers within his and holding on for dear life. “If anything, I’m glad for it. I think it’s a testament to the mettle of our relationship, that we could handle hardships the way we did. It’s easy, to get along. In a sense, at least. Relationships are easy when nothing at all goes wrong. Thus far we’ve never allowed anything to mar our happiness. And while it wasn’t the most harrowing of experiences—no death or financial ruin to speak of— I do appreciate your willingness to stab me with a needle and try to make me laugh after. I’ve never had anyone look after me before, and never would I have dreamed anyone would do so so wholly and holistically.”

He leaned back against the steadying warmth of Gladio’s chest. “If I didn’t love you then, I’m fairly certain I love you now. Irrevocably so.”

It had been the first time since they’d dated that Ignis had said those words to him. They’d been friends for so long that Ignis had had occasion to tell him so, but in a purely platonic sense: a reflexive response when Gladio would thank him for something with a pat on the shoulder and an off-handed ‘love you, man,’ or those many nights he’d indulge Gladio’s inebriate enthusiasms and slurred words, coupled with too-familiar cheek nuzzlings. Those instances had never waned in their frequencies, but there was an obvious reticence between them, a palpable precaution to the way they were conscious never to say those loaded words, now that they had different meaning. But Gladio was always sure he loved Ignis, in every rare and rarified form. And to hear that reciprocated from the man he’d loved for all his life was nothing less than a beautiful devastation.

“You have the worst romantic timing I’ve ever witnessed,” Gladio laughed, kissing just behind Ignis’s ear. “At least I attempted a lead up here.”

“Then you're to blame for the jellyfish,” Ignis quipped, and pointed to his wounded leg. “And the fact that I smell like an indigent’s trash bin.”

Gladio’s lips pursed then rolled as he bit back a rueful smile. “I’m to blame for us even being together, you wanna hold that against me too?”

“I’d rather hold other things against you, given the option,” Ignis replied pertly.

“Aw no, you can’t break out innuendos here,” Gladio laughed, circling an arm around Ignis’s shoulder. “I’m weak, you know this. And now I only want to take you home harder.”

“That sounds like a capital idea,” Ignis said softly, turning his face into the hollow of Gladio’s cheek and kissing there. “I can’t think of another place I’d rather be.”

[rurounidrift]

June 21 Blurr’s Horror Stream - Blair Witch (2016)

Blurr and his Rodimus spent part of the movie and like three hours after the movie yelling at each other. Drift did his best to outshout Rodimus. Astrotrain helped in spectacular fashion, much of which was sadly lost due to SOMEBODY not doing a very good job at recording the chat. Drift also invited Frenzy and Whirl onto his proposed little private ship. Frenzy accepted, Whirl’s still considering it.

Welcome to the 'speedxstealer' room. The chat room has been cleared by the moderator. Drift: *drift is Ready* B l u r r: / drags self in. well he WAS in a good mood / Soundwave: *Soundwave walks in looking at four datapads, one in each hand and feeler. There's also work on his visor. He doesn't miss a step walking to his usual seat.* Drift: *god drift wishes he could read that well* Soundwave: *Rumble, Frenzy, and Chimera trot in after and poke around looking for fuel.* B l u r r: / climbs over the back of the couch and just sinks down in his seat. Yes, good. / Drift: Blurr. Hey. *leans on* I had a thought since we last talked. B l u r r: Mm...? Drift: Okay. So. I know at least one mech who'd like to fight WITH you, but who won't fight FOR you—like, an alliance but not a crewmate, right? B l u r r: Mhm. Bevel: *trundles in* Drift: And I'm—honestly, I'm trying to cut back on the wholesale slaughter myself, too, so that might be a good thing for me too. So I'd only be fighting in some of your battles, not all of them. B l u r r: Mmhm... B l u r r: / vents/ So, you're not gonna live here? Drift: So, what if, instead of directly joining your ship—I could get a small ship to be captain of, and we'd be your allies? B l u r r: ... /shrugs/ Fine. Drift: ... Is it really fine? partytrain changed their nickname to spacebus. spacebus changed their nickname to partytrain. B l u r r: / right, pulls datapads from subspace. Looking through them/ Just... sign on to this, I guess. /holds it out/ Whirl: *trots on in, making a beeline for his hammock. It takes him a couple of tries to grasp it firmly enough to clamber in* partytrain: *how the *** did he get here* Drift: I mean... I know you were excited about me living here. I was, too. But... well, I think it'd be best for the mechs who want to follow—oh. partytrain: *oh well there's a floor, it counts* Drift: *takes the datapad* What's this? Soundwave: *Rumble squints and abandons the fuel search in favor of knocking on one of Whirl's legs* Rodimus: /Kinda just shoves Drift away and wraps his arms around Blurr in the most friendliest hug he can muster/ Don't worry I'll always still be with you. Won't leave you out to dry. B l u r r: The sign up. Bevel: Hi, Train :D B l u r r: ..... /immediately tenses up/ Soundwave: \\YO, TRAIN!\\ Drift: *IMMEDIATELY draws sword and points it at Rodimus's neck* Hey. Off. B l u r r: Get. Your. Disgusting. Arms. Off. OF. Me. Whirl: *zoops his head out of the hammock* Sup, mech? partytrain: ........ *awkward floor wave* partytrain: *just gonna..... set out some booze as a general offering for anyone who wants to take it* B l u r r: / vents. Who's this new nerd / Soundwave: //You bust your optic or somethin'?// Rodimus: Nah, I think I'll hold onto my bestie a little longer. /Never letting go/ Soundwave: *Frenzy runs over to Astrotrain and quickly mimes putting the booze back* B l u r r: We are NOT best friends. Soundwave: *Then points at Blurr and makes a throat-slitting motion* Whirl: What, is it doin' a thing? *blinks it. Blinks it again* What's it doing? Drift: *slooowly pokes blade against Rodimus's neck* Sorry. That position's already taken. partytrain: what partytrain: what why partytrain: ........ *drinks it, problem solved* Whirl: *i imagine when a mech is fendered enough you can smell the fumes coming out of their vents, and Whirl is the mayor of Fume City right now* Soundwave: *Fwoooooo* partytrain: *hey, hey, standing mayor here* Rodimus: /Obviously has a death wish cause he's not moving/ What taken? Nah, that position was never even open. Soundwave: //It's makin' ya grab like ya don't got one.// B l u r r: Why aren't you on Cybertron? Soundwave: *Jumps and scrambles into the hammock.* B l u r r: With your paper crown and tissue cape? Drift: *it's less of a poke and more of a press* Let go or I slice. Drift: I'm giving you to five. One. Whirl: Pfft, I might as well NOT. Anyone ever tell you--I ever tell you? This. Is a sh itty eye. No lie. *tries, with exaggerated, drunken care, to arrange them comfortably when Rumble hops up* Bevel: *finds a seat wherever Chimera is hanging out* Drift: Two. partytrain: *quietly watchin' for possible murder* Soundwave: *Chimera is coiled up near Soundwave's pedes.* Drift: Three. Whirl: I pro'bly turned my sonar off. One second. *eye slits into a squint; Whirl just sits that way for about te seconds* Yeah, 's off. B l u r r: I will not save you, Rodimus. I'll let Drift stab through me to kill you. Drift: S'okay, I think I've got a clean angle here. Four. Soundwave: //...Well, turn it on, yeah?// Soundwave: *Nudge.* Rodimus: Fiiine /just moved to the other side of Blurr with an arm still around his shoulders. He ain't letting go./ We can share. Soundwave: *Frenzy slowly creeps up toward Train's helm with the intent of giving him a noogie* Drift: I said let GO. Last chance. B l u r r: ... /VENTS AND just goes back to business again/ Anyway.. Drift. B l u r r: / holds out datapad/ Whirl: That. Is a good idea. Very good idea. All right. Done. I know every inch of this damn hammock. This. Damnock. Drift: *aims sword at the arm Rodimus has got wrapped around Blurr* Five. partytrain: *distracted w/ watching for murder and also a bit of a lowkey existential crisis* Drift: *and he awkwardly lunges across Drift to try to stab Rodimus's arm* Soundwave: //Pffft. Least ya can't fall out no more.// Drift: **across BLurr Soundwave: *...Maybe.* B l u r r: [[ LOL ALREADY ]] Drift: ((I swear i know whose name is whose)) Rodimus: (LMAO) partytrain: pirouette)) Drift: ((drift lunges across himself. he's beside himself in anger.)) Whirl: I dunno bout all THAT now. Don't quote me. *nevermind the fact that he never said anything* Whirl: ((omfg drift)) Bevel: *will sit on the floor then and sort of bot watch because Stuff Is Happening* B l u r r: [[ drift jfc ]] Rodimus: (I'm laughing so hard A+) Whirl: *slooowly swivels his helm around to watch the kerfuffle* Wait, are we fighting now? B l u r r: / this is awkward oh my god / partytrain: *just gonna... sidle over closer to soundwave if he'll let him, with or without headfriendzy* partytrain: *weirdly enough trusts u the most* Rodimus: /Has had many people try and kill him point blank. Reflexs kick in at this point and he ducks behind Blurr./ Put that thing away before you hurt Blurr! B l u r r: / flicks finials and snarls / EVERYONE STOP MOVING! Soundwave: *Frenzy growls and follows the hea--oh, oops. Freezes.* partytrain: *freezes like a deer in headlights* Whirl: *just squints at Blurr* Soundwave: *...Frenzy can't help himself. He wiggles a single finger to see what happens.* partytrain: *dead *** still. he is furniture. he is the night* Drift: *he already lunged across Blurr just to get to Rodimus, at best Rodimus can only half-hide behind Blurr from this angle and Drift is more than happy to stab at the other half. Despite the shout.* B l u r r: ... Oh for pit sake. B l u r r: I said STOP MOVING. KNOCK IT OFF. Soundwave: \\HEH HEH HEH.\\ B l u r r: / snarls and scrubs claw down face/ My processor hurts... Drift: I'll stop when he gets off you! B l u r r: OH FOR PIT SAKE. Bevel: *debates offering to help break this up but nah* B l u r r: / Grabs Rodimus's arm and LICKS ACROSS IT/ B l u r r: / opens mouth to bite / Bevel: *Blurr did say to freeze* Whirl: Bite him! Whirl: Get the--do the snack attack! Drift: *... finally stops to see where this is going to go* Rodimus: I'll get off once you put that thing away! /He's not messing up his pai-/ SDFGHYGFDFD!!!!? Bevel: *giggles* Soundwave: //I thought we was here for a horror movie, not a frag show.// B l u r r: [[ imagine rodimus saying that out loud lmao ]] Whirl: *gleeful, drunken (that is to say, extremely glitchy) cackles* partytrain: why not both? Soundwave: \\CUZ HE SAID NO MOVIN'.\\ Whirl: *stops abruptly and peers intently at Rumble* Wait, what. B l u r r: / snarls and shoves a claw in Rodimus's face/ Well well well, look who STILL tastes the same... Rodimus: /yanks his hand away from Blurr fast/ B l u r r: Just like a little TRAITOR glitch. Soundwave: *Rumble gestures to Blurr with both hands.* //He's lickin' him!// B l u r r: / licks denta and sits back in his spot / Drift: *immediately inserts himself into whatever space he can get between Blurr and Rodimus* Bevel: Not moving is boring. Rodimus: /snarls and Blurr/ You're one to talk. Mister I'm so loyal I ran away. partytrain: *..... can he get away with inching closer to soundwave. shield him with ur noodley appendages* Rodimus: at* B l u r r: / oh thank god, Drift is here / B l u r r: I didn't RUN away. Bevel: I do not like this game. Rodimus: You keep telling yourself that Drift: *... wow, Rodimus really looks like Rodimus from this angle. that's. slightly distracting.* Whirl: Oh. OHHH. I thought you meant the biting. Cos I know the. You lot have the thing. Bevel: [[so much purple, i need to change my color Soundwave: *Soundwave casually props his pedes up on train and continues reading. This is his rest now. Nobody hurt it.* Rodimus: (brb ) partytrain: *yeah okay this is acceptable* Soundwave: //Well, yeah. That too.// B l u r r: / snarls and tugs wiring out of his arm . Grumbling to his vacant side / Whirl: *snickers; if you listen close you can hear the ghost of a dial-up connection in there* Y'know what? Y'know what *I* think? Same diff for Teach. boomtank: -what on Cybertron did he walk in on?- Drift: ... Blurr, don't— He's just saying the things he thinks will torque you off, don't listen to him. Bevel: Hi, Blaster boomtank: Ah. Hi Bevel B l u r r: We're not listening to him. Whirl: Eeey, Shovel! Bevel: *grins at Whirl* B l u r r: /scrubs claw up faceplate and down and up again./ Soundwave: //What, killin' 'n 'fraggin'?// His nose wrinkles. //Waste'a good mechs.// B l u r r: / STEAM hiss from pauldrons / B l u r r: / okay he's good. / partytrain: *leans over to frenzy very conspiratorially, talking through the side of his mouth* .... is it a blanket ban on ALL booze or just booze for other people B l u r r: [[ whos ready? ]] Soundwave: ((ready)) Whirl: ((I am!)) Soundwave: \\ALL. HE GOT A THING.\\ Rodimus: We? You talking to those dead guys again? Tell 'em I said hi. Rodimus: [ready] boomtank: ((ready! Whirl: *squints a smile at her and nods; you get it, Bevel. You get the joke* Soundwave: *There's no conspiratorially where Frenzy's involved, Train.* Drift: ((ready)) Whirl: And nah, naah. I mean, that too. But the eatin' body limbs art. Eating parts. Arms, and all. partytrain: *look at this hurt puppy face* ... all? B l u r r: Don't talk to my frames. partytrain: can you put subtitles on whatever it is, the parents are watching a thing)) partytrain: LMAO this is gonna be fun soundless) B l u r r: [[ IDK how to do that on itunes but I WILL TRY ]] B l u r r: ANYWAY, DRIFT. B l u r r: / points at datapad. Is not aware he's yelling / Whirl: Teach. Blurr. Listen up, Teach, I want you to understand--UNDERSTAND here, Teach. How much I'm respecting you right now. AND... Drift: What, yeah? Whirl: How much I'm gonna do it, later. You follow? Y'follow me? Soundwave: //Ohhh. Yeah, that's - nah. Nah.// B l u r r: ... Yes, Whirl, I follow. Whirl: BECAUSE. ...*swivels his helm and regards the screen mournfully* I'm prob'ly gonna sober up like. Halfway through this. But I didn't bring any booze. For YOU. Got it? Make a note. B l u r r: / vents and looks at Drift/ Just fill that out. B l u r r: Yes, I have the note. Whirl: A notation. B l u r r: Yes, I get it. Drift: Whirl! Drift: When you're sober, we've gotta talk. Whirl: Works cited: me. Whirls cited. B l u r r: /sinks down in his seat and twiddles claws in wires/ Whirl: *regards Drift with an immediate suspicious squint* ...aight. boomtank: -has settled into a seat now- Drift: Nothing bad, it's not a bad thing. B l u r r: You know, at least I HAVE friends. Must suck being on Cybertron with everyone who hates you. Drift: *looks down at the datapad* What's it for? Whirl: *antenna pins back* B l u r r: It's the ally thing partytrain: *awkwardly mlems a tiny cube when he thinks no one (blurr) is looking* B l u r r: Like a contract, I guess. Whirl: *and returns his attention to Rumble* Where were we, even? Talking about eating arms, yeah? Drift: Oh. Yeah, okay. What'm I agreeing to? partytrain: *he's totally licking his hands* B l u r r: /shrugs/ I don't know , whatever terms you want, I guess. Drift: *glances at movie* Hey, they're playing Borderlands! Rodimus: /chills in his seat legs crossed at the ankles/ Are you still telling yourself those lies? Hah, at least I rule the entire planet. Rodimus: What do you have? A boat? Whirl: And a puppy. B l u r r: It's a ship, you uneducated fuuck. Whirl: 'S got a puppy, too. Drift: *sheathes his sword so he can hold his datapad with one hand and shove other his hand into Rodimus's face.* Shhh. Sh sh. Shhhhh. Rodimus: /stares at the hand in his face/ Soundwave: //Yeah. Blurr eats arms 'n I say it's a waste.// Soundwave: //Better things for eatin' anyway.// He snickers, proud of himself for that one. partytrain: i haven't seen this before but im gonna say all these kids are dead Drift: *feels around without looking until he manages to cover Rodimus's mouth* Your moustache feels disgusting. partytrain: *mlem mlem* B l u r r: It is disgusting. partytrain: dude does it come of Soundwave: \\THE FRAG YOU DOIN'.\\ partytrain: off partytrain: ....... hands Soundwave: *Frenzy forgets the noogie and tries to look in the hands* Jazz: *well howdy Soundwave, guess who's gonna flip over the back of the couch and land right next to* Sup, buuuuddy. Rodimus: /slaps Drifts hand away/ Its distinguisable partytrain: *casually covers up tiny cube* Soundwave: *INSTINCTIVE WHAP WITH THE DATAPAD* partytrain: i got stuff on em B l u r r: / leans over to mumble to Drift/ It's so we can find him in a crowd of Empties. Drift: Okay, so—Blurr. Ok— *covers mouth again* Okay. So. How about this. Jazz: YIKES! What was that for?! partytrain: *WING FLOOF YES HELLO COMMOTION BEHIND HIS GIGANTIC AFT* Drift: We'll follow you around in space. You can call on us to help you with battles, but we get to decide which battles we want to help fight. Volunteer-only. Soundwave: [[Don't do that.]] B l u r r: / vents/ Yeah, sure, just write it down. Soundwave: [[...Why are you here. Go away.]] Jazz: Blurr's keepin' me on board for a while. Rodimus: /vents/ Jazz: And he said you stopped by, so here I am! Drift: We'll get a portion of the booty only from the battles we actually fight in. So we won't be on whatever... crew salary you guys have. Whirl: *THAT one gets a snicker, Rumble* boomtank: -yep, sinking down in his chair. No idea who's who here- Soundwave: [[Look. Blaster is over there. You're both musical Autobots. Go... connect.]] Whirl: *he's gonna poke his leg out and start gently rocking the hammock* boomtank: -Is he being used as a DISTRACTION!?- partytrain: *still floofy, back to lickin his tiny cube* Soundwave: *Nooooooo of course not. He's just... trying to find Blaster a new friend. Yes.* B l u r r: We don't have a salary, but sure. Jazz: Yo, Blaster! *waves* partytrain: *is pretty sure he'll know if he has to do something about whatever's going on back there* Drift: *tries to balance datapad on his leg so he can type one-handed while still attempting to cover Rodimus's mouth.* Okay, what else? Jazz: *hasn't moved* Whirl: *NEARLY FALLS OUT THE DAMN HAMMOCK* Rodimus: /whispers/ You're poor? Soundwave: *Frenzy tries to crawl up into the hands to check what's really in there. Whatever he had on his hands shoulda been licked off by now* B l u r r: We are NOT poor. Whirl: wHAT THE HELL 'S GOING ON WITH YOUR AUDIO!? partytrain: *licks frenzy* Soundwave: *Rumble yelps and grabs the hammock as tight as he can* boomtank: -REALLY now- Rodimus: /Will bite Drift's hand if it doesn't move/ Soundwave: \\AW, NASTY!\\ Drift: *so bite* partytrain: you asked for it Whirl: *steadies them* Sorry, mech. If we get dumped, I'll break your fall. B l u r r: Look, just. Write whatever you want. It's fine. Rodimus: ... Soundwave: [[Going to connect with someone usually requires moving. Away.]] Whirl: ...floor might be more comfortable, though. B l u r r: / slouches more and twines wires around his digits/ Soundwave: //If ya wanna.// Jazz: Aw, come on, Sounders. I like hangin' out with yah. partytrain: *carefully licks up cube into mouth and crunches it* partytrain: *leave no evidence* boomtank: -and confused waves to Jazz- Whirl: No, I mean, landin' on. ...but if you wanna lay on the floor, I'm game. Drift: Okay. I... think I'm good. Blurr? What do you want? Rodimus: / is contemplating now / B l u r r: What? Drift: In the agreement. Soundwave: //Long as don't nobody block my way it don't matter none.//

Missed a tiny bit. Rodimus started comming Blurr.

Drift: ... You okay? Rodimus: /is totally watching the movie, but seems bored with it/ Drift: And don't say "I'm fine." Jazz: *grins and looks at both. Company! * B l u r r: ... I'm okay. B l u r r: / LOL he tried / partytrain: *.... are you sure you don't want to encourage afterburnering* boomtank: -plops down in open space- ...hi? Jazz: Yo. Soundwave: [[Greetings.]] Drift: ... You know what I mean. B l u r r: I'm fine. Whirl: I make other people my furnitue. M'good at it. Soundwave: [[Have you been doing well?]] B l u r r: / screws up face/ I'm tired. Rodimus: B: ::So you're bff is leaving you out to dry?:: B l u r r: That's all. B l u r r: R: :: He's not leaving me out to dry. He's still helping. :: boomtank: Fairly well. I mean, all things considered Drift: ... You know you're not. I know you're not. B l u r r: I'm irritated. Rodimus: /Actually doesn't like horror movies. Doesn't know why he comes to these/ Drift: I could kick him out if you want. B l u r r: .. .No, it's fine. Soundwave: [[No worse than other nights?]] Whirl: *now very attentive to the screen, wide optic, perked antenna, the works. He's gone from being somewhat indifferent to 1000% focused* Soundwave: //Ha, Loud Rumble.// Jazz: *leeeans over Soundwave to watch the movie * Whirl: SNRK. partytrain: are they dead yet Whirl: It's you. Only, louder. Soundwave: *Not-so-gently pushes Jazz's face away from himself with a datapad* boomtank: Nope. Think the worst nights are behind me Whirl: Plot twist: istead of the characters in the movie dying... Jazz: *rude* Whirl: We die. Whirl: It's the perfect crime. partytrain: lame Whirl: You done it again, Teach. Soundwave: *Rumble moves to cover Whirl's mouth before realizing he... doesn't really know where to cover* Rodimus: B: ::Oh really? What if he doesn't come in time? Hmm?:: partytrain: of all the movies to die to i don't think this is a good one B l u r r: / Glances over datapad and just shoves it in his subspace / boomtank: Jazz? What are you doing? Whirl: *blinks and follows the hand with his helm* B l u r r: We can steal you a ship, I suppose. Jazz: Just buggin' Sounders. How you been? Jazz: Wait, yah just answered that. Soundwave: [[You admit it.]] partytrain: *gently stretches beneath the footers and waits for jazz to get in position.... somewhere off to his left or right side, down the wing.......* Jazz: Anyway, I'm stuck on this nightmare ship for a while. Soundwave: //...Look, I was gonna shush ya, but I dunno where the speakers are. Help a mech out, huh?// Drift: ... Blurr, I wanna lean on you but I can't lean any further over without uncovering Rodimus's mouth. Drift: You're gonna have to come to me. boomtank: -gigglesnort- Bevel: But Lane made all the noise to scare them. B l u r r: / just flops against him / boomtank: Do you need help? Whirl: Pfft. Internal. *dips his helm and pushes it against the hand, like an enthusiastic horse* Down in my chest. Nobody can shut ME up. partytrain: *PHUNT, engines are go* Drift: *wraps arm around Blurr* Jazz: I dunno, man. I can't go back to Earth ye-!!! boomtank: -!!!!- Jazz: *hello goodbye. Where am I? No one knows. It's dangerous * Soundwave: *Soundwave is DELIGHTED* partytrain: whoops, sorry dude Rodimus: /Will make this a Blurr sandwich so help him/ partytrain: *turns them off slightly two seconds too late boomtank: -scrambles out of the way of FIRE- Jazz: *HI WELCOME TO BRIGHT LINE DEFENSE * Jazz: *it's called a Cyberformed wall* Soundwave: *Soundwave pings Astrotrain a promise of the biggest cube of booze* Drift: *what the hell just happened across the room?* Drift: *Drift cracks up* partytrain: *does he have a wall on his *** now* partytrain: *was this really worth it, soundwave* Soundwave: *Rumble doesn't really know what to do with the helm butting his hand so he just gently pats it* Soundwave: *It was so worth it.* partytrain: *........ yeah probably* B l u r r: / vents and just scrolls on a datapad. / boomtank: -is over the couch, thanks- Whirl: *gives the Cyberformed wall a brief glance but seems more interested in the movie. And is bat. Loud, hoarse stage whisper* Why do I gotta shut up? B l u r r: / trying to ignore Rodimus and just enjoy the present company / Whirl: *pat Soundwave: *Soundwave stretches out even more. Now there's a nice wall separating him from Jazz (and, unfortunately, Blaster). He's so comfy.* Jazz: *huffs* Man, yah made more of 'em show up! *brushing smoking runes on his arm * boomtank: -peers back over- /RUDE/ B l u r r: Can you not abuse the relic please? B l u r r: It's expensive. boomtank: -pointing at 'Train- Soundwave: //Ah, the sayin' we was all gonna die scrap. Like jokin', all "shhh".// partytrain: simple malfunction, won't happen again partytrain: *has the straightest face he can muster* boomtank: ........ Whirl: *deep breath, Raises his head. Stares into middle space as he feels the wisdom of the ages settle into his brain* OOOoooohhh. Okay. B l u r r: Well, if you malfunction again, I will /fix/ you. B l u r r: Permanently. B l u r r: He's expensive. B l u r r: If you damage the goods, he won't be worth as much when I have to give him back Soundwave: [[...Give him back?]] partytrain: *wings sink down* B l u r r: Although, he's obnoxious, so I suppose it was amusing. Soundwave: *Stares at Blurr.* [[Who's taking him?]] B l u r r: Yes, give him back. B l u r r: No one. I'm keeping him FROM someone else. boomtank: ....? Jazz: Yo, it was not my fault he found me, man. I was hidin'! boomtank: Jazz? Whirl: I'd killem. Soundwave: [[Who?]] Whirl: Just. Pam. Nobody'd ever find em, in the woods. boomtank: Who are you hiding from? Jazz: That bag o'rusted bolts, man. boomtank: Names Jazz Jazz: Damn bounty hunter came barrelin' from space like Drift: *attention torn between the movie and the drama with Jazz.* Jazz: "You're gonna come with me cause my creators are pisssed at yah" Jazz: And I was like "Wait, how are there two of us?" So here I am. Whirl: .......*the most surreptitious sideways glances* Wait. Y'mean Lockdown? Like the Lockdown from your 'verse? Bevel: *also having trouble paying attention to the movie will all this drama* Jazz: Yeah, that one. Whirl: *nods slowly again* Whirl: *mental....... images...................* B l u r r: / vents and shifts a little/ Anyway. Drift. Like I said, we can steal you a ship if you really need one. B l u r r: Wasn't planning on it, but it's not hard to find one. Soundwave: [[-Lockdown- is after you? The one with the spark extracting device?]] partytrain: *has no idea who the frick they're talking -- well ok that would be kind of dangerous* Jazz: Yep. But I ain't got no spark to extract, yah know? Soundwave: [[You have an All Spark.]] Jazz: I /AM/ the All Spark. Drift: Oh, I was—I was gonna buy it. On Cybertron. B l u r r: ... Ah. B l u r r: Well, that's fine. Bevel: *attention now totally on Jazz* Really? Drift: ((would they stop making those sounds with her leg my god)) Soundwave: [[Yes. You are. And if he extracts that?]] Whirl: Better let him, Teach, he's LOADED. Rodimus: (whys her lep sound like it breaks every time she falls?) B l u r r: [[[ oh my god i know ]] Whirl: Drift is stupid rich. partytrain: *... he's carrying around a bunch of dead people??* partytrain: *how long has it been since h'es seen tyran documentaries..... hAS he seen those* Jazz: He can't extract it. Jazz: We're combined. Soundwave: [[That's little better.]] partytrain: she's gonna be missing a foot partytrain: aww its still there Jazz: He seemed to listen to me for a minute. Jazz: Got him to go back once and he came back full force. partytrain: ITS GIVING FOOT BIRTH Rodimus: /flinches as whats on the screen/ Jazz: Says his creators wanna see me brought back? No idea. Rodimus: (also can't type tonight) Drift: ((*silent high pitched scream*)) B l u r r: [[ bLEGH ]] Soundwave: *Soundwave's hands curl and uncurl* boomtank: So you're staying here until it's safe? Jazz: Blurr came and got me. Jazz: Said he's gonna take me to someone who can keep me safe. Soundwave: [[Who.]] B l u r r: I said no such thing, he's a filthy liar. Soundwave: [[Another name. Now.]] Jazz: Who was it? B l u r r: Yeager. And his bumbling band of Autosnots. partytrain: ........ *leans over conspiratorially to frenzy again* is he full of dead people? jazz i mean B l u r r: [[ im offended that she has my name ]] Soundwave: [[A human?]] Soundwave turns to Blurr. [[You're trusting the All Spark to a fleshbag?]] Rodimus: /mumbles/ Autosnots that ya like so much Drift: *shOVES FACE* B l u r r: / lifts claw and leans over to Rodimus/ Yes, he likes me VERY much. Soundwave: \\UH. MAYBE? PROBABLY.\\ B l u r r: So much so that I'm technically part of his CREW. boomtank: I could help, if you want? partytrain: *makes a face* B l u r r: / looks to Soundwave/ And I trust Cade Yeager to keep him safe. Drift: Yeager, though, Blurr? He's kindaaa... not very competent. Soundwave: *Glance at Blaster.* [[How?]] B l u r r: No, but he'll put himself in harm's way for his kids. B l u r r: The Autobots are like his kids. Drift: Yeah, but there's a lot of competent people who will do that. Soundwave: [[Bravery is no cover for incompetency.]] boomtank: Taking him in? B l u r r: Well, it's not my universe's problem. THAT is sitting next to you. Whirl: Hhe. Heh heh HEH HEH HEH. Whirl: *laughs loudly; his vocalizer is glitching badly* Whirl: TEACH. So. You buddy buddy with a human now. Huh. Rodimus: /shoves Blurr as he stands up and walks away/ Whirl: Nice. Jazz: I dunno, I think I'd trust this Yeager guy. He seems kinda chill. Drift: *rude gesture at Rodimus as he passes* Soundwave: [[He is a -human.- At least Blaster is one of our kind.]] B l u r r: I am NOT buddy buddy with a HUMAN. Soundwave: [[And capable of broadcasting long distance if something happens.]] B l u r r: / scrubs claws down face. Digging them in/ partytrain: peters dead Whirl: Yeah you are! *cheerfully* I knew you'd come around. B l u r r: I'm NOT! B l u r r: / scratching on his finials. He's having such a bad day omg. / Drift: *wraps arm around Blurr* boomtank: I mean...I'm not pushing, but we'd welcome you if you say yes Whirl: Good job, Teach. partytrain: i went pee who died)) Drift: ((the black guy)) Drift: ((because apparently we haven't stopped doing that yet)) Jazz: I dunno... kinda made a deal with Blurr though. Bevel: [[Next up will probably be his girlfriend who has a ghost or something growing out of her foot B l u r r: [[ omg i know right? ]] Drift: Hey Whirl, how close to sober are you? B l u r r: [[ i was not aware he was gonna die first. I apologize ]] boomtank: What type? Jazz: The secret kind. Drift: ((it ain't your fault they pulled that bull)) B l u r r: [[ my book wont! ]] Soundwave: ((man don't you be apologizing for hollywood types making the same dumb stereotypical asshat moves as always)) Bevel: [[srsly, not your fault B l u r r: Regardless... /vents/ You have to agree not to fight with my other alliances... since that;s what you are. boomtank: ((yeah, it's like a horrible formula they keep reusing Soundwave: [[He does not like this deal. It is unsafe.]] Whirl: *to Drift* More than I'd like, really. Drift: Who are your other alliances? Jazz: It ain't that unsafe. Jazz: Blurr's never actually hurt me. partytrain: well that wasnt weird at all partytrain: *pokes frenzy* you got any more snacks? Soundwave: [[The -human- part, you rune-covered--]] B l u r r: The Tyran Autobots. Soundwave: *Frenzy nods and hands over a handful. It's like nothing to Astro's big mitts, but still. He tried.* boomtank: Well....if you need a place to stay, or reinforcements, you have my comms., right? B l u r r: / mumbles to Drift/ JT and his band. Jazz: ' Course I do, man. I won't hesitate to ask for help. partytrain: .. *delicate nibbles to make them last* Jazz: * looks at Soundwave* Yah know, you really DO show concern. Jazz: *SMUG* Bevel: *grumbles to herself about all the loud noises in this movie* Whirl: ...*peers at the screen; attempts to mimic the buzzing noise* partytrain: the suns not coming up, duh Soundwave: [[Do not take it personally. It is about the inside, not the shell.]] Jazz: Suuure it is. Jazz: *reaches over to poke with a claw* Soundwave: *Slaps it away* Drift: ... *murmurs* I won't start a fight with them. But if they start one, we'll defend ourselves.* B l u r r: ... /vents/ Sure. boomtank: -can you two not, he's in the middle still- Jazz: *snickers and leans on Blaster instead* Soundwave: @Blaster: [[If he moves to you, you must do your best to defend him. If you are both found, call him. He will do what he can.]] Soundwave: *If the Tyran Autobots fail... well, they'd better not.* boomtank: @ Soundwave -If he does, if Lockdown comes for him, he will be facing the Autobot army. But I will call- partytrain: weLP Whirl: PFFT. Drift: ... What happened? Rodimus: What just happened? B l u r r: Wow. She's dead. partytrain: dONT BREAK VOODOO THINGS Whirl: She snapped the thing in half--the thing with her hair. partytrain: IT WAS HER boomtank: -and pats Jazz's head- Drift: Oh. Whirl: Then the girl snapped in half. Rodimus: Ah.. Soundwave: //What the frag? How'd that work?// Whirl: *clicks his claws ominously* Maaaagic. Drift: Sympathetic magic. Soundwave: *Soundwave debates something for a few seconds. Then decides there are some things worth the hit and pings Blaster a thank-you.* Soundwave: //...Not for nothin', but wouldn't sympathy magic be the helpin' kind?// partytrain: she's black, u know she dead)) Soundwave: //Ain't that what it means?// partytrain: OH HEY NOT YET)) Drift: You link two things by attaching them to each other with parts of themselves. Like, if you trade badges with someone, then you—share traits with each other, basically. B l u r r: / Mumbles and types on datapad. He's organizing / Bevel: Trade badges? Drift: It's not sympathetic like—like oh, I feel sorry for you. It would be more accurate to call it EMPATHETIC magic. What happens to one thing, the other thing feels. B l u r r: [[ yo like can they not with her leg ]] partytrain: wait what why would you trade badges B l u r r: [[ im having a frighten ]] Drift: Yeah! Your Dece— er. Your faction badges. B l u r r: [[ YEAH IM NOT WATCHIN THAT ]] partytrain: *chirrup?* B l u r r: [[ YALL TELL ME WHEN ITS DONE ]] Soundwave: ((*SCREAMS* i am not lookingtgkgh)) Whirl: *peers* Bevel: [[NOPE partytrain: i will watch for u)) partytrain: ITS GONE)) Drift: ((it's still going)) Whirl: Something done crawled up in there. Drift: ((... it MIGHT be over but i don't trust it)) Drift: ((yeah, it's safe)) B l u r r: [[ i do not do bugs under skin. I am TERRIFIED of that really happening to me ]] partytrain: that particular bit is done, idk whether they'll do it again or not)) Drift: Usually lovers do it. If you trade your badge with soneone you love, then a part of you is there to protect them when they're in battle, and vice-versa. boomtank: -pings back a cheerful 'you're welcome'- Soundwave: //Huh. I never heard that one.// partytrain: nO ITS NOT Whirl: Me neither. Soundwave: //...Wouldn't, y'know, actually helpin' 'em be better?// partytrain: *distracted from squinting @ drifticon* B l u r r: / typing on his datapad / Drift: Well, you might not be there. Like, maybe you're across the battlefield from them and can't get there in time. Drift: Or maybe you've been stationed across the galaxy from each other. Whirl: Setting their opponents on fire is more romantic, if you ask me. Whirl: But wh--yeah. Whirl: What he said, partytrain: *.... quietly takes mental notes* Soundwave: *Soundwave's spark twinges at the bit about not getting across the battlefield in time.* Drift: I mean, obviously, if you're THERE, you want to actually save them yourself. Trading badges is like a... a way to give them extra protection in case you CAN'T be there. Bevel: That sounds like a nice thing. Soundwave: *...He quietly pings Buzzsaw to make sure he's okay.* partytrain: *would it be hella obvious if he swapped out a wing symbol for overlord's boob symbol* Drift: I've never heard of Autobots doing it. It might only be a Decepticon thing. Which makes sense, I guess. Bevel: *has no symbols to trade with anyone but it sounds nice in theory* Soundwave: //Why's it make sense?// Soundwave: //Autobots don't give a frag about their squeezes or what?// partytrain: you're down a LEG don't CLIMB THAT B l u r r: She's gonna fall her asss down. Whirl: Never heard of it either, but 's not he sorta thig I'd hear about, anyway. B l u r r: [[ NOPE I KNOW HERE THIS IS GOING ]] Whirl: Regardless of what type-a badge I got. Drift: Since Deceptibrands are made of a piece of your spark casing. It turns out Autobots don't do that. They just... hand new recruits a badge. partytrain: huh Soundwave: //...F'real?// partytrain: so like a sticker B l u r r: [[ nah ill be back ]] Drift: Yeah. Just like that. Like a sticker. partytrain: weird B l u r r: [[ i predict whats gonna happen and its gonna be gross ]] Whirl: *that reminds him, h's still gotta find some back alley doctor who'll weld his spark chamber shut* Drift: Like the shame badges they give you if you lose yours, except Autobots never even get a real one. partytrain: *gently touches a wing* B l u r r: Badges are signifcantly important. They shouldn't just be given away. partytrain: *probably sohuldnt have to specify his own idk if anyone else is a flightmodel besdies sounders* Whirl: I been blown halfway to hell so many times, there's no way a badge'd survive. Soundwave: \\YEAH, SAME.\\ B l u r r: I keep mine safe. Drift: Yeah. Yeah. It's literally a part of you. Whirl: *excuse you, best flight model in the room* partytrain: i managed to keep these somehow Soundwave: \\PIT, I THINK MINE GOT BLOWN OFF LIKE... A YEAR IN.\\ boomtank: -still absently patting Jazz's head, watching the movie in mild horror- Drift: That's why you'd only offer it to somebody who you trust with having literally a part of yourself. partytrain: i think its cause wings're more likely to be protected anyway partytrain: sheer dumb luck honestly Jazz: *grins and just lets a pulse of happiness flood his field* Whirl: *nods* You can't get into actual, real, GOOD fights and keep some piece of metal on you pristine. It's not a good fight until you're mostly blown away. partytrain: yes go into the murder hose partytrain: house Soundwave: \\HAHA, MURDERHOSE.\\ B l u r r: Mine's always been safe. I keep it that way, though. Drift: Hey, I went out on a battlefield over a dozen times to pick up the shrapnel of my own armor to get my badge back. B l u r r: I never let anyone harm it. Drift: You take care of that. Whirl: My original one is long, long gone. partytrain: *gently elbows* you're a murderhose Soundwave: //So's ours. I mean.// Well, they died. //Yeah.// partytrain: dude that's not peter either Soundwave: *Frenzy elbows back and snorts* Whirl: And, sounds to me like you had a lot of free time. *snorts* Whirl: But whatever foats your boat, mech. Drift: AFTER the battle is done? Sure, you've got time. There's always time between battles. Whirl: Nobody's carving ANYTHING out of my spark chamber. Nobody's touching it. Whirl: Nobody's even SEEING it. Soundwave: [[Finally, a sensible mech.]] Whirl: And, we kept outselves busy, in the Wreckers. partytrain: *absently scratches at his chestplates* B l u r r: They're /always/ busy. Whirl: *nods at Soundwave; he is eminently sensible. ......no he isn't* B l u r r: / grumbles and keeps typing / partytrain: wow cat i didnt need emphasis)) Whirl: See, Teach gets it. Drift: ((*ominously scratches at his chestplates*)) partytrain: dfghjk partytrain: )) Soundwave: [[He doesn't understand why anyone would risk it.]] B l u r r: [[ why would you go IN to the house? ]] Drift: Is she fo—why is she following him in? Come on. Whirl: ...*lapses into a long silence; thinking about the Wreckers isn't the best idea now* boomtank: -hums and responds in kind ignoring the movie now- partytrain: gotta have that murder quota Bevel: I think there was something outside in the trees. Drift: *glances at Soundwave* Because you think you've found something worth the risk. Jazz: *pats Blaster and keeps the pulse flowing. Welcome to the all sparks nice EM Field. It's powerful and kind atm * Soundwave: *Well, outside of carrier business. But Decepticons poking their claws into his spark? No. No. Not even when it was freshly formed and he was loyal.* Whirl: Nothing's worth the risk. Soundwave: [[A badge is not worth that risk.]] partytrain: *more scratching* partytrain: gdit kittenS)) Soundwave: ((this hole, it was made for me)) Whirl: ((DRR... DRR... DR.R...)) partytrain: saME)) Drift: ... It wasn't just the badge. The badge is the faction is the Cause. It's all... it was all the same thing. Soundwave: ((i would rather stay in the box)) boomtank: -it's a very weird EMF but it's nice, and Jazz's. Happy pulses from himself leaning into Jazz in return- partytrain: i got 3 kids gettin all up in my business why)) Jazz: *grins and just settles for this happy cuddle pile* B l u r r: [[ hhhhh im scared of crap like this, too ]] partytrain: just partytrain: go back partytrain: ok butters is running interferance)) boomtank: -Yaaaaay. Cuddle are good for ignoring what is on screen- B l u r r: /vents and keeps typing. Is trying to stay out  of this whole conversation / Soundwave: ((god this is so uncomfortable)) Jazz: *snicker* So, maybe I'll hit yah up and we can hang out sometime. Whirl: *falls silent again, cycling a long sigh and returning his full attention to the screen* Soundwave: //Swear it's like runnin' the Underworld.// partytrain: frag you too, lane B l u r r: You know, humans act like that hurts. Whirl: Tunnels that small? boomtank: Sounds good. Whenever you got some time. Jazz: Probably soon. Blurr lets me do whatever, honestly. Drift: ... She's a fighter. I wasn't expecting that. Soundwave: //Sometimes. 'N scrap chasin' ya, 'n not knowin' where ya - PRIMUS// B l u r r: / oh? A monster? / Rodimus: (my poor heart omg lol ) Whirl: Pfft. It had MY proportions. partytrain: ... didnt james die Drift: Apparently not. boomtank: Cool. So it's probably my schedual that needs work Whirl: I'm not particularly scared of the underground, but I do't think I could deal with tunnels THAT small all the time. Drift: ... Either that, ir he's dead and this guy is a trap. Soundwave: //Sometimes they're real big 'n stuff too. Jus' sometimes they ain't.// partytrain: ugh tiny tunnels Drift: ... Do you think she thinks they're rude? Talking about her like she's not even there? B l u r r: I think they're rude. partytrain: is he dead now? Drift: She keeps almost turning around! What's wrong with her! Soundwave: \\SO WHAT, THEY GOTTA STAND IN THE CORNER FOREVER?\\ Rodimus: (Soo is that a demon or something or some alien? im so confused ) Drift: Look at the corner, you know better! B l u r r: Wow... she's stupid. B l u r r: [[ im down for whatever it is. ]] Drift: ... Does looking at her through the camera count? B l u r r: [[ it's tall and lanky ]] Whirl: Oh hey. partytrain: its a squiggly friend!)) Whirl: Because they stretched her. B l u r r: Technically you're looking at her, you idiot... Whirl: That's why she's all gangly. partytrain: cameras count, dude B l u r r: What a moron... Drift: What if she just... closes her eyes and feels her way toward the door? B l u r r: Humans are so stupid. Soundwave: //Welp.// B l u r r: And uneducated. Drift: Don't turn around. It's a tri—you moron. Rodimus: Whelp... Whirl: She might accidentally grab a fistful of witch. boomtank: ..... Drift: The rules don't say anything about touching the witch being dangerous. partytrain: did it not occur to you the same voice in the same tone might be a TRAP Soundwave: //...What, that's it?// Whirl: No, but it might not be pleasant. partytrain: they're all dead partytrain: what else are they gonna do partytrain: weekend at bernies? Whirl: *swivels his helm around to give Rumble a dry look* Apparently so. Soundwave: *Grunts* B l u r r: / looks back at dataapad / partytrain: i escaped the kittens by sitting w/ the laptop on my knees while im laying down)) partytrain: so far its working)) B l u r r: So who's running Cybertron while you're recklessly away from it? Whirl: *shifts and streeeetches on the ground, pushing himself into a sitting position* B l u r r: / looks up at Rodimus / partytrain: this song <3)) Bevel: I did not like that movie. Soundwave: //Reminds me of that plant.// B l u r r: <3 ]] partytrain: feed me, seymour? Soundwave: //Naw, naw. The one that could do, like, phones 'n people talkin'.// Whirl: Hmm. B l u r r: The Ruins. B l u r r: / scrolling down his datapad/ Soundwave: //That's it!// B l u r r: mmhm. partytrain: oh Whirl: When you said that, reminded me of the fungus movie. partytrain: ........ by the way where the hell am i right now B l u r r: My ship. The Emperor. Whirl: Snack Attack Central Hq. partytrain: its.. very shippy... 10 outta 10 B l u r r: Mm... thanks. Soundwave: //What fungus movie?// Whirl: The one where they replaced the baby. partytrain: *awkward potato rolls out from under soundwave's footers.. also the wall if that's still there* Soundwave: \\...HOW'D YA GET HERE NOT KNOWIN' WHERE YA ARE?\\ Whirl: And then that guy became the new fungus king or whatever. partytrain: ............ i have no idea partytrain: the door, probably B l u r r: Hn. Soundwave: *Soundwave lets him up* Soundwave: *Pat with feeler.* Jazz: *oh yeah. Swipes the wall away* Soundwave: //Oh yeah, that one. Man, humans got problems with forests.// boomtank: -Good Jazz- boomtank: -The wall is not needed now- Whirl: *nods* Whirl: Probably a good idea to avoid 'em on principle. partytrain: *is pat* partytrain: forests *** suck partytrain: low hangin branchs n tree demons n slag B l u r r: sounds like a place I'd go. B l u r r: / swipes screen clear and tosses datapad aside Drift: Oh. Yeah. The fairy movie. Soundwave: [[He likes the look of them.]] partytrain: someone got around my defenses and into my face)) Bevel: Looked like you. Whirl: Never spent much time there. Soundwave: *Soundwave looks at Bevel* Jazz: *yaawns* I love messin' with this mech's music, man. *nudges Blaster* Jazz: So, y'all wanna party sometime? Jazz: I don't know half of yah, but we can party hard. Soundwave: [[Rude. ... But true. And amusing.]] Bevel: *grins* Soundwave: \\...WHAT KINDA PARTY.\\ partytrain: yeah that Jazz: Uh, a PARTY, mech. Jazz: A JAZZ party. No one throws a party like me! Soundwave: *Rumble looks at Whirl* //Yer tall. Probably knock your helm on a branch or somethin'.// partytrain: bro i've never been to a jazz party partytrain: i wouldn't have a frame of reference Whirl: *grave nod* Probably. partytrain: for ovbivous reasons Soundwave: [[That's because everyone else throws -good- parties.]] B l u r r: / vents/ Oh. /glances at Drift/ And I need you to put every single nameof this crew you're assembling. Whirl: Gangly, too. Easy to get tangled in things. B l u r r: / hands datapad/ Just keep that until you figure it out. Drift: Ssso far it's just me. Drift: Hold up. B l u r r: Mm. Jazz: Well, lemme tell you. Jazz: My parties even get Optimus outta the room. Drift: Hey, Frenzy! Wanna join a small ship that's allied with pirates? *points at Blurr when he says "pirates"* partytrain: pirates? Soundwave: //What kinda place ya like best? Not countin' air.// boomtank: -pats, giggling slightly- Sounds like fun partytrain: ........ *omg is that why he has the eyepatch* Soundwave: \\YEAH! ... WAIT.\\ Looks at the Boss. Boss has been listening. He nods. \\YEAH! UH, THE BOSS GOT FINAL SAY ON WHAT I GOTTA DO, BUT YA BET I DO.\\ Whirl: *stares rather blankly into middle space for a long moment; his vice is rather flat when he speaks, at last* Don't really have one. Soundwave: *Frenzy bounces in place, ready to about vibrate out of his armor plating* B l u r r: / dont ask him that omg / Drift: Okay! *looks at Blurr* That's one. partytrain: *HES MORE TACTFUL THAN THAT* Drift: Whirl! How sober are you? Soundwave: *THE LOUDEST OF WHOOPS* B l u r r: Mm. Soundwave: //How c--oh, sorry. Drift's talkin'.// B l u r r: / leans over to mumble to his vacant side / partytrain: *he is going to look at the host w/ a new light tho* partytrain: *big flowing pirate cape + tricorner hat, thats what he needs* Whirl: *blinks and regards Drift with a half-lidded optic* What do you want? Drift: New ship. Tiny crew. Allied with Blurr. Lots of fighting. Quests and goals TBD. I want you on it. Whirl: *regards him rather blankly* I'll get back to you. Soundwave: *Rumble's visor blinks out and back* Jazz: Yah know, though, I might end up goin' back home. Soundwave: //You ain't gonna jus' jump?// Jazz: *flashes visor* I don't wanna leave my mechs behind. *most of them are dead lmao* boomtank: Hmn? Really? Drift: ... Okay. Let me know. Whirl: *swivels the blank stare to Rumble* No. Drift: ... I really want you on the crew. *that's all he'll say. he's leaving it at that.* Soundwave: //Huh. 'Kay.// Soundwave: *Soundwave remembers this from the nemesis movie. He scoots further away from Jazz.* Whirl: *there's a long pause before he says anything* Why? Jazz: *wiggles* partytrain: *awkward wing flicker* Jazz: Yeah, really. *looks at Blaster* It's been hard, man. I'm lookin' all over for anyone who's left. Jazz: There's gotta be some. Soundwave: *Frenzy nudges Train with a foot* Soundwave: \\PIRATE?\\ boomtank: -almost falls over becasue WHY Jazz, don't move- partytrain: *makes an i don't know sound* partytrain: *wings are perked up tho* Jazz: *snicker* Drift: Because I can think of, like, ten Autobots who kick as much *** as you, and out of those ten you're my favorite. boomtank: -huffs and pokes- Jazz: *pokes back with a grin* Drift: ((AS$, LIVESTREAM. AS$.)) Whirl: *at last ahs an expression, and this time it's faint suspicion* Whirl: ((whirl kicks all the asterisks* Drift: *Drift figures that's as close as he can get to saying something actually NICE about Whirl before Whirl recoils.)) boomtank: Yeah. There's got to be some. Good luck finding them Drift: ((there shouldn't be a )) there)) Jazz: Thanks, mech. partytrain: *leans over to frenzy conspiratorially..... way down low, bc he's half standing* i dunno if can deal with no booze though Soundwave: \\SO JOIN DRIFT. BET HE GOT BOOZE.\\ partytrain: was this a conscious choice or the magic of shuffle)) Whirl: *finally looks away and goes back to staring into middle space for a bit before he ooks to Rumble again* Why're you so surprised, anyway? partytrain: sssooo... the fighting... quests optional thing..... is that autobot-only or Soundwave: \\DO I LOOK AUTOBOT TO YOU?\\ B l u r r: If you have questions, you should probably ask the Captain. partytrain: WELL I MEAN B l u r r: / scrolling on datapad/ Just saying. partytrain: autobot-preferred?? i dunno partytrain: ..... wait i thought you were the captain Soundwave: //Dunno. Usually you're, like. First in line for fightin' 'n scrap.// B l u r r: I AM the Captain. B l u r r: I don't care what faction you're from boomtank: Welcome, Jazz Bevel: I am not an Autobot. Whirl: Fighting, yeah. Locking myself up in some small ship with a bunch of chuckleheads, maybe not. Whirl: Well. Chuckleheads and Drift. *be honored, Drift* Soundwave: \\HEY!\\ partytrain: .... do you care that i'm a functioning alcoholic partytrain: apparently there's a thing B l u r r: It depends. Whirl: Chuckleheads and Drift and Frenzy. partytrain: *submissive wings* Soundwave: \\THAT'S BETTER.\\ Whirl: *looks to him* You're gonna be on board? Soundwave: //What, me?// Whirl: Well, I was asking Frenzy, but sure, same question. Drift: *is officially Not a chucklehead. is VERY honored.* B l u r r: It depends on how you are when you're drunk. B l u r r: / still typing / Drift: Rumble's invited too, but I think he wasn't interested. Soundwave: \\ME, YEAH. WHEN I CAN.\\ partytrain: *..... makes a general gesture towards self* partytrain: this is how i always am B l u r r: / looks to his vacant side/ Honey, you weren't functional. You were very dysfunctional. Drift: ... And right now, the list is just Frenzy, me, and maybe you. No chuckleheads so far. B l u r r: / looks to Train/ Then I suppose yes, but the second I see a problem, I'll start tearing things off. B l u r r: Starting with your wings. partytrain: wait what kind of problem Drift: I mean, that might change. Every crew can handle at least two chuckleheads. B l u r r: / looks to his vacant side and tilts his helm/ ... / mumbles and motions to Train. Shakes again/ B l u r r: Like you can't do your job. Whirl: We made do with one hundred and ninety=eight chuckleheads, back on. ...back home. Soundwave: //Eh. Maybe if somethin's -real- worth seein'. I was kinda thinkin' of goin' construction again. Make somethin' nice. Not all scrap 'n rocks all the fraggin' time.// boomtank: -yawns- Jazz: *frowns and chin hands* boomtank: -he needs a nap- Whirl: *nods slowly; that seems like a worthy enough plan* Drift: *"home." deflates a little.* partytrain: s'not a problem, served in the war well enough B l u r r: Then you can stay, I guess /gets up and hands a datapad/ Fill that out. Soundwave: *Rumble caught that 'back home' thing.* B l u r r: / twitches finials and starts talking to both sides. Hello it's council time / partytrain: *tbh not phased at all by talking to dead people, still thinks you would look cooler w/ a hat* B l u r r: / make him one and he might be amused / partytrain: *takes datapad, then pauses* what's your policy on personal freedom? partytrain: KEETS NO)) B l u r r: I don't care what you do, just don't stab me in the back Whirl: All right, losers. *this is said perhaps without the gusto it usually is; Whil gatehrs his feet under him and rises* See you guys later. B l u r r: Or I will remove yours. partytrain: cool Soundwave: //...Seeya, mech.// *Frown and leg bop with fist* B l u r r: / waves at whirl / Bevel: Bye, Whirl partytrain: *he's barely literate, he's gonna have to take this back 'home' or its never gettin done* Whirl: *he does not react to the bop; gives a slight head bob to the room before he turns and leaves* Drift: ... Whirl. B l u r r: / he can teach you how to read / Whirl: *pauses in the doorway* Yeah. Drift: Whether or not you decide you wanna come... come talk to me soon, okay? boomtank: -okay, he should be going home now. He's tired- Whirl: *regards Drift with a blank expression for  moment, and then goes; what that look was supposed to mean is anyone's guess* boomtank: -up he goes- Rodimus: /Is still here, just chilling with a cube/ Drift: *Drift thinks that look means "you're gonna have to hunt me down with a tranq gun, fragger"* B l u r r: / stands up and stalks over to Rodimus/ You. B l u r r: Stop comming me. Soundwave: *No reaction to the bop has Rumble chewing on his thumb and thinking. He's probably gonna stay that way for a bit.* partytrain: ..... also what's the policy on that guy-- oh okay you're dealing with it Whirl: ((PFFT NOT A BAD GUESS DRIFT)) Rodimus: Why? partytrain: *.... wait if he leaves will he find this place again* partytrain: **** guess he's campin out* B l u r r: Because we aren't friends. B l u r r: I don't go through boyfriends like Kleenex /hissing at him. Quietly / B l u r r: I have a spot with the Tyran mechs because I am capable and a good soldier for them. B l u r r: Why do you have to make everything I do such a pathetic attempt? /leaning SUPER close/ partytrain: *just gonna crash behind this couch to give ya'll some privacy* Drift: Because he has no natural supplies of self-esteem and so has to steal everyone else's to maintain his own. Rodimus: /Is trying to lean back with his cube to his lips. He looks at the giant mech going behind the couch then Blurr/ partytrain: *u don't see anything* Jazz: *leans back. He's gonna watch this shiit show* Rodimus: /Looks at Drift with a frown and honestly ya'll should give him credit for keeping quiet for so long/ Rodimus: /but since Blurr wants to poke the hornets nest/ boomtank: -annnnd he's heading out. Waves on the way to the door- G'night! B l u r r: /snorts at Drift. Truth / Jazz: *waves at Blaster* boomtank: ((thanks for the stream, gotta go now, g'night Bevel: *enjoys quiet time with Chimera on the floor while this goes on* B l u r r: [[ ni ni ]] Bevel: Bye, Blaster Soundwave: *Chimera hasn't been given outside attention in a long, long... LONG time. It quietly coils around her arm and squeezes.* Rodimus: /He finishes the cubes before crushing it/ So quick question...whats your current boyfriends name? Weren't you dating that cog fanatic or something? B l u r r: Shut up. Rodimus: What happened? B l u r r: / no seriously shut up / It's Roadbuster. Bevel: *will pet him then* Rodimus: No no no. The last time I talked to ya you were gettin' really close to some giant 'Con. B l u r r: / grabs his jaw with his claw/ I am serious, shut up. Drift: *droning from the couch* He can't reply to your actual accusations because he knows he's got no leg to stand on so he's taking cheap shots at your love life. Soundwave: *Soundwave starts turning his head over in Rodimus' direction* Soundwave: *Is this about the mysterious JT?* B l u r r: / leans closer and gets in his face/ I will leave your planet alone, but keep your mouth shut. partytrain: *peeps over couch back* B l u r r: At least I /have/ one... Rodimus: /is very much grinning now and completely ignoring everything else./ partytrain: listen... LISTEN... does anyone have an extra stylus or is it okay if i use my fingers Drift: I've got some! Drift: They're not styluses. They're tiny swords. partytrain: dude partytrain: i want to stab my form Drift: I collect them, actually. Here, look. *stands, rummages around in his armor pockets, and pulls out a handful* Here. Rodimus: /He grabs Blurr's wrist/ Finding loving and friends all in the wrong dimension Rodimus: love* Drift: They'll probably break first, to be honest. They're from Earth. All genuine human-made swords. B l u r r: / snarls and yanks his claw away/ I don't need to keep to my universe... B l u r r: That one's gone. partytrain: wait they're real swords? cool partytrain: .... *LOUD SWORD NOISES* Rodimus: /Makes sure he still haves Blurrs hand in his grip/ And why did you leave? Rodimus: Nothing to go back to in your universe? B l u r r: Master is /gone/ B l u r r: There's nothing else there for me. Rodimus: Wow... partytrain: *the tiny screeching is not working he tried* B l u r r: Wow /what/ ? Soundwave: *Hmm. Nothing else. Well, at least the swords are interesting.* Rodimus: And you call me pathetic? You're really something. B l u r r: Pardon? B l u r r: You're clinging to a throne you STOLE! Drift: Mad that you're not worth coming back for, Rodimus? *obnoxious peanut gallery* partytrain: *after the initial distraction screech he is being hella careful w/ .... aw *** it broke* B l u r r: / snorts at Drift. EEEEY. nice one / Rodimus: /glares at Drift before his face breaks into a smile/ You know what? B l u r r: What? Drift: *looks at the broken sword in dismay* ... Here. Try this one. *offers a rubber sword. it's bendy.* partytrain: *immature wiggling first* Rodimus: No matter how many times you say I stole it, it doesn't really matter. Because guess whose ruling the entire planet with bots who are ACTUALLY loyal. I mean, Prime wasn't really liked. B l u r r: / snarls / partytrain: *okay actually he might be distracted w/ the bendy whoops* Drift: Better to be feared than loved. partytrain: *wiggle wiggle wiggle* Drift: *THE PEANUT GALLERY WILL NOT STOP* B l u r r: He had loyal followers. And he was ten times the Autobot you are. Rodimus: Better to be feared than loved? /he laughed/ How long do you think fear last in those you keep close by? Hmm? Bevel: I can fix that, Drift. Rodimus: Honestly I don't think both of your processors can even balance the two out properly B l u r r: Look what Magnus turned you into... partytrain: THEY KNOCKED DOWN MY WET PRESERVED SNAKE)) Drift: Sorry, are you saying that your closest followers DON'T fear you? Drift: I think that says more about how fearsome YOU are, doesn't it? B l u r r: You're a sniveling brat on a chair. B l u r r: Magnus turned you into a sniveling PRINCE! Rodimus: Do you two even listen? B l u r r: I have selective hearing. partytrain: *wiggle wiggle wiggle* Rodimus: Obviously B l u r r: Do you listen to yourself? Rodimus: I do. And look at where its gotten me now Drift: I'm listening. I'm hearing a lot of posturing and a so-called great leader of a planet who apparently has nothing better to do with his time than neg a pirate captain. B l u r r: You listened to Magnus, who acted just like you are now. B l u r r: And he got his face RIPPED OFF for it! Rodimus: Magnus was an idiot anyway.... B l u r r: Oh, so you don't miss him? B l u r r: Not one bit? Rodimus: ... B l u r r: The mech who was SO HAPPY to see him out of prison? Rodimus: Magnus. Was an idiot B l u r r: He was your /boyfriend/. Rodimus: And that didn't last very long did it? B l u r r: Isn't he dead? partytrain: *goes to poke drift for a bigger one.... he's embroiled in Drama..... just gonna sink back behind the couch with loud rubber wiggle noises in his wake* B l u r r: / looks at Drift / Drift is right. You're just feeding your own ego... Drift: *mumbles* Who was going on a minute ago about how his followers were SO LOYAL to him? Drift: And who was going on about how somebody goes through boyfriends like tissue...? Bevel: *will fish out one of her own styluses to slide over to Train* partytrain: *they dont wiggle tho* partytrain: *will totally double hand it* B l u r r: Tsk... / nods with Drift / Rodimus: /growled at being double teamed/ Drift: Sad. He's totally projecting his own issues. Rodimus: /also realized he was still holding Blurr's wrist/ Bevel: *enjoy* Rodimus: You wan to know something about Magnus, Blurr? B l u r r: Oh what? Rodimus: You'd think you'd pay attention to the fact that the mech always had his own interest in mind. And what did you see? Me tag along? B l u r r: ... /vents and flexes claw. Trying to tug his wrist back/ Drift is right, you're projecting. /vents/ You always followed Magnus. Soundwave: *Soundwave tucks all four datapads into somewhere in the gaps in his chest armor and motions for Rumble and Frenzy to follow him home. Chimera can stay with Bevel a while* Jazz: *grins at soundwave* See yah, buuuddy. Soundwave: *The contact with someone who isn't judging or ignoring them will do them good* partytrain: *nooo his security person :c* Rodimus: /he laughed/ Magnus, was always in the front. Magnus was always getting the attention. Magnus claimed he was going to take over the Autobots Soundwave: [[He's not your -buddy-. But he has no doubt he'll be seeing you.]] Jazz: Oh, I'll come visit! Soundwave: *Telepathic groan.* Rodimus: I may have tagged along, but I never followed him. I'd think you'd know me better than that by now. partytrain: wait, wait, frnzy partytrain: frenzy Soundwave: \\WHAT\\ B l u r r: I know what you are. You're a snake in the grass. partytrain: *gets up, scuttles over, and noogies him* partytrain: there B l u r r: Master never trusted you. That's why I was second and you weren't. Soundwave: \\AAAAAAAARGH\\ Soundwave: *wriggles free and runs to soundwave blowing raspberries the whole while* partytrain: *allows his captive to escape with a bit *** eating grin* partytrain: bye kids, have fun Rodimus: /stands up and drags Blurr with him/ B l u r r: / is dragged? Yikes / B l u r r: / WHY IS EVERYONE TALLER THAN ME / Rodimus: /HAH/ partytrain: *platform heels* Drift: *to his feet. grabs a sword.* Hey, hey— B l u r r: / glances at Drift and then at Rodimus / B l u r r: / holds up a claw/ Hold on, I want to see what he's going to try and form. B l u r r: He's not that highly educated. He needs to think  of his words. Drift: ... *scowls, but doesn't attack. but moves to the side so he CAN.* B l u r r: And he better choose them /wisely/. partytrain: *is just awkwardly standin in the room now rip* partytrain: *call him when there's screamin* Rodimus: What? Can't fight your own battles now? Do you always have to have Drift with you? /he lets go, or rather just tosses it/ B l u r r: / stumbles and rubs his wrist/ I don't need Drift to fight my battles for me. B l u r r: I can fight by myself. But we're not fighting. Rodimus: Yes you do B l u r r: No, I don't. Bevel: *will bring Chimera back later then, for now she's gonna keep petting them. it's soothing and a nice distraction from all the drama* Drift: You know what this is called, Rodimus? Drift: It's called /loyalty./ Drift: Apparently you can't recognize it. partytrain: *scratches his chestplates* Rodimus: Ahh, loyalty Rodimus: But how far does yours really go? B l u r r: ...Drift is my best friend. B l u r r: He's not like you. Rodimus: Is he? Drift: Wanna find out? partytrain: *yeah he's gonna go hide behind the couch but better this time and hopefully wake up later* B l u r r: He is loyal. Rodimus: I don't need to find out from what I've already seen. B l u r r: I trust Drift with everything I have. Rodimus: But answer my comm, Blurr. What will you do when you're bestfriend can't come and help you? B l u r r: I'll fight by myself. Like I always have. Rodimus: Oh? Is that so? B l u r r: Yes. That is so. Drift: *... "comm"? Rodimus was COMMING Blurr?* B l u r r: / hyes yes he was / Drift: *oh goddammit he touched Rodimus's face all night for no reason* Rodimus: What will you do if he told 'no'? B l u r r: / u enjoyed it somehow / Rodimus: /You know you wanted to touch his face/ B l u r r: He just did and we're still friends. B l u r r: Drift has rights to choose whatever he wants. He's not chained to me. Rodimus: How cute. Rodimus: Did you hear that Drift, you're not chained to him? Do you know what that means? B l u r r: Will you get to the point and stop dancing? Drift: It's probably not a very good point. B l u r r: a dull point. Rodimus: /enjoys dancing/ partytrain: i might be imagining that literally)) Rodimus: Lol dancing?) partytrain: 'get to the point and for gods sake stop moving your feet')) Rodimus: Fine fine fine. partytrain: *aggressive cha-cha slide* no)) Rodimus: didn't Roadbuster die? Rodimus: Killed by humans or whatever? Rodimus: Didn't that whole universe go through an entire purge so some slag like that? Rodimus: And you're still hangin' around? B l u r r: ... It's a different one. Rodimus: ...a different one? Rodimus: So? What happened to....JT? Or whatever his name is. B l u r r: He's gone. Rodimus: So what are you on? /he counted on his fingers/ Mech number 5? B l u r r: ... /frowns/ It doesn't matter. B l u r r: / it's 6 / B l u r r: / possibly 7 / partytrain: *same* Rodimus: Ever stop to consider that every single bot you attempt to be loyal to in some shape or form...just ends up dying or leaving you. B l u r r: ... /twitches claws. / Rodimus: Lets see if I can remember some of their names. B l u r r: ... Stop. Rodimus: Dodge? B l u r r: Stop. Drift: EVERYONE dies or leaves eventually. That's because people die and people move in different directions from each other! Drift: Loyalty's got nothing to do with it. Drift: Loyalty makes them stay LONGER than they would have otherwise. B l u r r: / oh god thank god for Drift / yeah. Drift: If you're loyal to a mech for a thousand years and then they die, that's a thousand more years you'll have with them than you would have if you'd shoved them away at the start. Rodimus: /laughed/ Shut up Drift! Longer than they would have otherwise? Rodimus: Please Rodimus: Didn't one of your boyfriends try to kill you or something? Is that loyalty? B l u r r: ... /twitches finials/ Velocity did- it doesn't matter. B l u r r: You weren't loyal to me and we were partners! Rodimus: Does it? B l u r r: Every mission, who was it? You and I! B l u r r: Then you got this idea in your head that you could lead better than Master could and it tore us apart! B l u r r: You shot my jaw off, Rodimus! Rodimus: Why would I be loyal to YOU when all you do it stick up for Prime?! B l u r r: Because he was MY PRIME! Rodimus: YOUR PRIME IS DEAD! Drift: And now we're getting to the root of it. B l u r r: ... /has a murderous look on his face / Drift: You're just jealous he wasn't loyal to YOU FIRST. Rodimus: And for someone who was oh so loyal was BLIND. To what our so called master needed. And look at where your loyalty go him Rodimus: Dead. B l u r r: ... I didn't kill him! Drift: Otherwise why would it matter to you if he was loyal to someone else first. B l u r r: / looks at Drift/ Is that what he's saying? Rodimus: /snapped at Drift/ And so what? Drift: He's trying. Badly. Apparently loyalty was supposed to make you a trained medic who can identify internal diseases at a glance. Drift: So what? So you look like a jealous, petty idiot. You're trying to convince Blurr that he's wrong to be loyal because you're oh so sad that he wasn't loyal to YOU in the exact way YOU wanted him to be partytrain: *wait what he was not expecting Died of Plague, he thought it was gonna be Died of Shot* Drift: Sounds to me like YOU'RE the one who has a problem with loyalty. Not Blurr. B l u r r: I was loyal to my friend until he stabbed me in the back. B l u r r: We were /friends/ once. Drift: Backstabbing. That's a Rodimus problem. Not a Blurr problem. Rodimus: Once. /vents/ I don't have a problem with loyalty. I know where my loyalties lie and I know how to maintain my loyalty with others. B l u r r: So why do you say the things you say to me? B l u r r: / he's asking super honestly/ Drift: Because he's still jealous and bitter that you didn't put him first. Drift: And because he wants to see you fail out here. Because if you succeed, it means he's wrong about loyalty, he's wrong about you, and he's wrong about how he runs his life. B l u r r: ... Rodimus hates being wrong. Drift: *honestly Drift is going 40% on what Rodimus has said, 30% on what Drift knows about his OWN Rodimus, and 30% just saying whatever comes into his head to drown Rodimus out.* partytrain: *lowkey enjoying how they're speaking around the 'enemy' while he's Right There* Rodimus: /better believe it/ Rodimus: /SG is just a messed up place don't come here on vacation/ Drift: *he doesn't care about being right so much as he cares about completely discrediting Rodimus in Blurr's eyes. The more Drift can cut him down, the less Rodimus's words can hurt Blurr* partytrain: *ok but if rodimus starts bringing out the stick effigies it's time to go* Drift: Yeah? Does he? No surprises there. Bevel: *has learned so much just sitting here hanging out quietly with Chimera wrapped around her arm* Rodimus: /is seething right now. He knows how loyalty works. He knows very well/ B l u r r: / as does he / partytrain: *peeps helm over couch to watch for Blair Witch ***, just in case* Rodimus: /But Drift just keeps on talking and he can't handle it any to the point he rips off his *** moustache. -gasp-/ partytrain: .... it comes off? B l u r r: / oh my god / Drift: ... *crACKS UP* partytrain: it *** comes off Rodimus: (im sorry i ccan't stop laughing ) Bevel: *chokes* Drift: *DOUBLES UP LAUGHING* B l u r r: K-KYAHAHAHAHAHAA!! Drift: *drops his sword so he can put his hands on his knees* Oh— Oh Pr— *wheeeeeeze* P-P-Primus... B l u r r: / cackling behind his claws / partytrain: ...... dude partytrain: can i try it on Rodimus: ( ican't...omg my sides hurt) Bevel: [[omfg i cant Drift: *he can't breathe* Rodimus: /lets them have their fill for a moment/ partytrain: *listen you don't get to be smug MISSING A MUSTACHE misteR* B l u r r: / wheeze/ You are so stupid! Bevel: *gonna just lay down now so she can laugh into her own hands, don't mind her* Rodimus: /gives Train the 'stache so he can have it or whatever/ partytrain: ............ partytrain: *sticks it upon the end of his nose bc it is too small for his face* Drift: Whah— wh-wha.... What's, that... s-s-supposed... *wheeeeze* Drift: m'dyin. partytrain: *purses his lips and tries to look dignified* partytrain: you're right though this does feel kinda gross Drift: *looks up. CRACKS UP AGAIN* Drift: *waves astrotrain off. no. no. take it away.* partytrain: *the mustache falls off* Rodimus: /doesn't even seemed phased with the laughter/ Do you know why I where that thing? Drift: Oh—ohhhh... i knew it. Drift: s'gonna be a... big... symbolic hooha. partytrain: *sticks it on his forehead as a unibrow instead* hm? Rodimus: /rolls his optics/ Bevel: *giggles* Drift: *still giggling* Drift: *sits down to catch his breath and pick up his sword* Rodimus: /crosses his arms over his chest/ Drift: *waves vaguely at rodimus* Just, get on with it. partytrain: is it made of dead people partytrain: it's totally made of dead people Rodimus: /Nope. Nah.He too salty at you Drift./ partytrain: ..... is it secretly a batarang B l u r r: ... spit it out, Rodimus partytrain: are you secretly batman B l u r r: / crosses arms / partytrain: *still wearing it as a unibrow* Rodimus: You say I don't know anything about loyalty? Think all I know how to do it backstab people? B l u r r: That's all you do. Rodimus: How long do you think I was loyal to Prime? B l u r r: Not very... Rodimus: And why's that? B l u r r: Because you wanted his spot. Rodimus: HAH. Please. B l u r r: You did. Rodimus: If getting rid of him meant, taking his spot then. Fine. Rodimus: I wanted his spot. B l u r r: ... Why would you want to get rid of him? B l u r r: He was perfect... Rodimus: You can even say getting that spot was mostly out of revenge really. Perfect? HAH! B l u r r: Revenge for what?! He was rising us to the top! partytrain: ... so whats it got to do with the face squiggle Drift: Get on with it! Rodimus: And to get to the top he needed an army! One that he didn't care what happened to. As long as he got it. /which Rodimus did admire/ Because of our so called loyalty every single Wrecker is dead. Rodimus: But its okay right? B l u r r: We did what we had to... B l u r r: He did what he had to. B l u r r: We've all done what we had to! Drift: You ARE aware that soldiers die in a war, right? Drift: Like... when you sign up for an army... you're signing up for a chance to die. partytrain: yeah that's like... the first thing they tell you Rodimus: There's a thin line between common sense and knowing when to be stratigically smart. About something. Rodimus: I'm well aware that bots die. Thank you Drift: That's a thing that happens. When you join an army. The leader decides he needs to throw soldiers at a problem and not all of those soldiers will come home. B l u r r: It doesn't change the fact that we do what we have to to survive, Rodimus. Drift: Really? Because it sure sounds to me like you're complaining about soldiers dying.

I missed a lot, the chat was exciting. ;;;; a lot of arguing happened. the mustache migrated to Drift who wore it for .2 seconds before passing it back to Astro, who put it on his butt and started mockingly rephrasing everything Rodimus said. Rodimus claimed that he turned on Optimus to get revenge for the deaths of all the Wreckers.

B l u r r: To the end of my ember's lifespan. Rodimus: That's not very far. Thats something every Autobot swears to when they join. B l u r r: It is far for me. partytrain: *may have gotten distracted by his own butt bongos* B l u r r: I already went further than anyone else. Rodimus: And you're proud of it? B l u r r: ... /looks to his vacant side./ ... /looks back at Rodimus/ B l u r r: ... /cringing from the side/ B l u r r: Yes. Rodimus: /recalls something/ What exactly happened to Dodge? Drift: ... And I'm proud of him. Drift: *astro's falling down on the job, drift's gotta step back up* Drift: *hilarious bongos tho* B l u r r: / tenses up a little / I killed him. partytrain: *he tried so hard man* Drift: *you did great* Rodimus: /stares/ Why? B l u r r: / glances at Drift with a little smirk / B l u r r: Because... he was... it was an- he was lying to me. B l u r r: He lied to me. Rodimus: Every bot lies Blurr. B l u r r: He was going to go to the Decepticons and tell them all of the secrets he knew and I knew he'd tell them. He was too nice. B l u r r: I knew he'd tell. I knew he would. partytrain: *going to go back to mockingly wiggle his buns in time with rod's words* B l u r r: I panicked. I panicked so I killed him so he wouldn't tell... Drift: It's a fitting punishment for treachery. Drift: *knows the true story. backing up blurr anyway.* partytrain: *doesn't know the story, taking it at face value* Rodimus: Is this coming from the Decepticon turned Autobot? B l u r r: Leave Drift out of it. Drift: *big shrug* I'm ready for someone to come for me. Rodimus: You killed him so he wouldn't tell. And I'm sure that made Prime very happy. B l u r r: It did. B l u r r: He was proud of me. Rodimus: What is he your dad? B l u r r: ... No. partytrain: *wiggle wiggle* daaaaaaad B l u r r: He was more important to me than anything else.... partytrain: daddy help theyre being mean to me B l u r r: / it's hurting him to lie. Literally. His insides hurt / Rodimus: more than Dodge and everyone else I see. B l u r r: ... /picking at his arm / B l u r r: Dodge never left me Rodimus: He didn't? Does his frame move Blurr? B l u r r: Yes. B l u r r: / he sees it in his mind / Rodimus: Does he talk to you? B l u r r: Yes. Rodimus: /knows this/ Rodimus: Has anyone besides that idiot /he points at Drift/ Every acknowledge that they are alive? B l u r r: It doesn't matter. Rodimus: Ever* Rodimus: Does it? B l u r r: To me they are alive. And he isn't an idiot. Drift: Soundwave has. B l u r r: It doesn't matter! Rodimus: Yes it does. partytrain: ghost bros are cool too partytrain: i dunno what your problem is Drift: ... Hasn't Whirl too? Rodimus: You know very well what happens to an ember when it goes out. Drift: *has no idea if Whirl has. But thinks that would be the kind of thing Whirl would just shrug and go along with* Rodimus: Just the way you here Dodge. Do you hear Prime? Rodimus: hear* Rodimus: (man I can't type tonight) B l u r r: ... No. Rodimus: Why? B l u r r: I don't think he wants to talk to me. B l u r r: Whirl has, yeah... B l u r r: / shifts a little / Rodimus: Why wouldn't he want to talk to you? Weren't you important to him? partytrain: *sad bongos* Drift: Didn't you say you feel Optimus on a different level now? Like... higher than Dodge. B l u r r: I feel Master in a way that fuels my movements. B l u r r: He is the guiding force behind everything I do Rodimus: But you don't feel him enough to give him the same spot as Dodge. Drift: Know why Optimus doesn't talk to you, Blurr? B l u r r: I do... / shifts more. He's starting to internally panic / Drift: Because Dodge and Velocity talk to you because you own them. You control them. You kept them from leaving. B l u r r: / looks at Drift / Drift: You don't own Optimus. You've never owned Optimus. He's not under your power, he's a power over you. B l u r r: ... T-that makes sense. Drift: He's moved past the need to talk. He sends his messages to you in other ways. Drift: HE controls YOU. That's why you feel him as a force guiding you. He doesn't need words to steer you. He just does it, like you're his puppet. partytrain: *this is far beyond bongos.. he's just gonna sit his *** down and go back to workin on this datapad with his bendy sword* partytrain: *rip mustache* Rodimus: /snickers/ His puppet? B l u r r: .. /lifts claws and scrubs them over his faceplate / Drift: *drift is like 99% sure blurr would be into being optimus's puppet* B l u r r: what do you want from me, Rodimus? partytrain: is it a frag? cause it don't look like he's interested Rodimus: Thats pretty good though. You really were his puppet. Drift: ... He wants to make you feel bad. Drift: That's all. That's all he wants. B l u r r: I wasn't... Rodimus: You did everything for Prime. Gave everything for Prime. Prime made you feel special. Drift: *drift was wrong, blurr isn't into being a puppet. damn.* B l u r r: Yes, he did! B l u r r: He made me feel like an actual person! Drift: *oh okay, that's what we're going with* partytrain: *morE FURIOUS SCRIBBLING* Rodimus: Prime said to go left. You went left. Prime said to kill someone you actually liked, and you killed them. B l u r r: Yes. I did. Drift: The only thing Rodimus wants is for you to feel bad, Blurr. Rodimus: Do you enjoy being used like that? B l u r r: I don't feel BAD FOR DOING WHAT I DID! Drift: He doesn't want to have an actual conversation with you. He doesn't want to make any progress with you. He doesn't want closure. B l u r r: I WANTED HIM TO USE ME! Drift: He wants you to feel bad. Drift: Why are you listening to him? B l u r r: Because he gets under my PLATING /looks at Drift/ Drift: Why not just kick him off the ship. partytrain: oh, dude, i can totally help with that partytrain: he looks like he weighs 2 pounds Drift: What about him deserves ten seconds of your attention? B l u r r: ... /just stares at Drift / I don't... B l u r r: I don't know... /scrunches up face. His processor is whirring loudly / partytrain: *getting up with grabby hands at the ready* Drift: Nothing about him deserves your attention. B l u r r: He was my friend once... Rodimus: ...... Drift: *stands up and walks to Blurr.* Yeah. I know he was. Drift: But he's not anymore. And you don't owe him anything now. Drift: You don't owe it to him to hear him out. He doesn't deserve that chance. B l u r r: ... He was my partner in the Seekers. Drift: And he's just gonna use it to try to hurt you more. partytrain: *approaches roddy as subtly as he can manage* partytrain: *awaitin your orders tho boss* Rodimus: /Even Blurr and Rodimus don't understand the relationship they have. Its this weird thing. They hate each other but of to keep each other at arms length./ B l u r r: / yep / Rodimus: (but have*) Drift: *puts hands on Blurr's shoulders* He threw that away. B l u r r: ... We're like rivals. Drift: I've had a rival. Drift: He's not worth your time. B l u r r: ... /vents/ I suppose. partytrain: *expectant chirrup?* B l u r r: / glances at Rodimus/ Rodimus: /groans/ Whatever Blurr. You keep telling yourself you're the perfect soldier. Rodimus: Keep telling Drift how you only ever served Prime. Never a Traitor. B l u r r: I'm not a traitor. Drift: ... You don't have to look at him. Rodimus: Aren't you? B l u r r: / flickers optic/ I'm not... B l u r r: / looks at Drift/ I'm not a traitor. I'm loyal to my Prime... Drift: I know you are. Rodimus: You think no body knows how you left Magnus to go to Prime? B l u r r: I didn't leave Magnus. B l u r r: I never served him. Rodimus: Oh? You didn't? B l u r r: / or so he's convinced himself / I didn't. Rodimus: No. Rodimus: Everyone knows Blurr. Drift: Wow, huuuge treachery, leaving behind a treacherous leader to serve the true leader. B l u r r: No one knows. B l u r r: / looks at Rodimus/ Stop talking. Rodimus: Every Autobot knows. B l u r r: They don't know ANYTHING! B l u r r: YOU don't know anything! Rodimus: You want to talk about me and Magnus? Lets talk about YOU and Magnus! partytrain: *frag it he's going for it, will attempt to scruff rodimus* B l u r r: / pushes away from Drift and stalks over to Rodimus/ There was never MAGNUS AND I. Rodimus: In fact! Lets talk about how the Autobots practically disbanded because you LEFT! B l u r r: SHUT UP! B l u r r: / reaches for his chainsaw/ Get off of my ship. Drift: *would cut in, but looks like Astro's dealing with it* Drift: *that sounded like an eviction order to Drift* B l u r r: It wasn't my fault... I tried. B l u r r: I tried the best I could, they just WOULDNT LISTEN TO ME! Rodimus: /now they're all up in each other faces. But he's out. Please he's dealt with Skyfire he just slide on away from the room/ I wonder why? Rodimus: /hes out/ Drift: You don't have to explain yourself to a traitor. partytrain: *gDIT HE WANTED TO DRAMATICALLY TOSS HIM OUT* B l u r r: / Frustrated snarl scream and just throws chainsaw at the couch/ partytrain: *petulantly flings the mustache out in his place* Rodimus: /try harder!/ B l u r r: / kicks over a table. Digs claws into some of this table / B l u r r: / shouting at his empty space council / Drift: *... hovers nearby.* Drift: *will intervene if Blurr starts hurting himself. otherwise, will let him get it out.* partytrain: WELL partytrain: that was fun partytrain: im just gonna.. i'll sleep here, ok? *awkwardly perches on couch w/ datapad* B l u r r: /claws into his finials and just kicks over something else and wheezes / partytrain: *couch w/ datapad and chainsaw B l u r r: Oww... ow ow. /doubles over and grabs helm/ I don't want to be here... partytrain: *ahh, just like home* B l u r r: / i mean technically that can be ur home if u want / partytrain: *eternal couch crasher* B l u r r: / DID U LEAVE UR MOUSTACHE HERE THO RODIMUS OMG ./ partytrain: *idk people use this sometimes* partytrain: *it's in the doorway* Drift: ... Hey. Hey. *bends over a bit to gently wrap arm around Blurr's back.* Let's—let's sit down, okay? B l u r r: / flickers optic a little and jumps like a scared cat/ ... B l u r r: ... You're still here? B l u r r: / looking around/ You're still here. Drift: Of course. Always. Drift: I'm not leaving you, Blurr. partytrain: *writing 'this is super gay' in the margins of his datapad to be deleted later* B l u r r: ... T-that's okay. I'm ... I'm fine. It's fine. / trying to process / Drift: *just this once, Drift won't argue.* B l u r r: / moves to sit down and just sort of half on the couch, half off / partytrain: *yes hello* partytrain: *maneuvers so he's not taking up all of it nad keeps his big trap shut* B l u r r: / trying to process everything as fast as he can./ B l u r r: He's gone, why am I still mad... B l u r r: / scrubs faceplate with claws/ Rodimus: / Because deep down youu love him / Drift: Because that's what he wanted. B l u r r: / GET OUT U / B l u r r: / u love me first / B l u r r: He gets under my plating, he always gets under my plating... Drift: Because he spouted slag things he knew you were insecure about. partytrain: *smells like AXE body spray all of a sudden* Rodimus: / its tru im terble.  / Drift: The things he says don't hurt because they're true. Drift: They hurt because you're already nervous about the decisions you made. B l u r r: ... But what if they ARE true? Drift: They aren't. B l u r r: What if I'm not the person I think I am...  /which isn't much of a person, honestly / Drift: And what's more, he doesn't care if they're true. He only says them because he wants you to—to feel exactly like you feel now. Drift: Blurr, who in the universe could possibly know you better than you? Rodimus: /Me/ partytrain: *THERES THAT SMELL AGAIN* Drift: He betrayed you. He hurt you. He left. He only knows about you from a distance now. B l u r r: ... We spent a lot of time together. He knew a lot about me. Drift: Yeah, you spent, what? A few hours with him a day, thousands of years ago? Millions of years ago? Drift: You live with yourself every second of every day, 24/7. B l u r r: ... Yeah, well. B l u r r: It's not exactly a joy ride. Drift: You know yourself better than he ever could. He only saw a tiny bit of you. B l u r r: / vents and just buries helm in claws / B l u r r: I bet this is easier for normal people. Drift: What he's doing is like—is like, opening up a book to a random page, and studying one word with a microscope. And then using that analysis to describe the whole book. B l u r r: / makes a muffled noise / partytrain: ugh i hate it when people do that Rodimus: /smells like death and bath and body words thousand wishes/ Rodimus: works* partytrain: what if that one word's like... crustmuffin. now oyu're a crustmuffin and you don't even know what that IS Drift: Heh. B l u r r: ... I just thought we were done. B l u r r: But everytime we talk, it's like we want to say something, but we can't. Drift: He's focusing in on what he knows about you. He knows you're loyal—he knows that MATTERS. And that's why he's got to pick at that, from every angle possible. B l u r r: / vvents and just sinks into his corner of the couch/ Drift: ... He just wants to hurt you. That's all he wants. partytrain: *scratches at his chestplates again* B l u r r: He's always wanted that. Drift: He doesn't want to say anything else to you. Drift: You shouldn't—you shouldn't give him opportunities. To say what you think he wants to say but can't. B l u r r: ... /glances at Drift and just looks back at the wall / Drift: Even if that thing is really there, it doesn't matter. It's not as important as what he's ACTUALLY saying to you. Drift: And that's anything he can think of to tear into you. B l u r r: Dodge says... he knows why. B l u r r: / vents slowly./ He knows why I let him talk. Drift: ... You wanna make up with him, don't you. B l u r r: No. partytrain: *CALLED IT* Drift: Then what? B l u r r: If I let him win, then whatever we had before he turned on us was a lie. B l u r r: Which means he used me. Which makes him just like Velocity. B l u r r: It makes me look stupid... /grits denta/ I'm not stupid. B l u r r: / frustrated noise. Presses claws over optic and eye patch alike / Drift: ... You're not going to win by arguing with him. partytrain: he's *** stupid Drift: Because he doesn't care. He only wants to hurt you. Drift: He IS stupid! Did you hear—everything he SAID is stupid. He doesn't care about being sensible. Drift: The best way to win is to tell him to frag off and not listen to him. partytrain: literally all he did was come in and be a shitheel Drift: He just—tossed slag left and right that made HIM sound like a moron. B l u r r: ... /just sinks down and vents slow/ B l u r r: I miss my Prime. Drift: ... *shoulders sink* Drift: *he misses his Prime, too.* Drift: I know. B l u r r: I miss someone perking up when I walk in B l u r r: instead of just... B l u r r: empty halls. partytrain: *well now he feels like an even bigger awkward potato* partytrain: *does he miss His Megatron? ...... maybe* Drift: ... You know I perk up whenever you walk in, yeah? B l u r r: Yeah. B l u r r: But, you don't live here. B l u r r: No one lives here. B l u r r: / except Train maybe  if he wants to / partytrain: *he's stranded in the multiverse and doesn't actually live anywhere either* Drift: I'm gonna be coming over a lot more. B l u r r: ... /vents and just covers faceplate with claws/ B l u r r: Yeah, I know... B l u r r: / boyfriends like kleenex is bugging him, too. / B l u r r: / but he's just going to move on from that / Drift: I mean—I'm mainly doing the ally thing so that Frenzy can come along. Drift: but honestly we're gonna be like, a trailer hitched to you. B l u r r: I guess. B l u r r: / vents/ It's probably better no one lives in the main ship anyway... partytrain: *could probably liven up the joint but he doesn't know if overbuns owuld be allowed* B l u r r: It B l u r r: is usually the first thing they blow up. Drift: ... Pff. partytrain: ....... Drift: Hey, if they ever blow up the main ship, you're welcome on mine. partytrain: eh frag it, i blew up once, s'fine Drift: *turns and STARES at Astrotrain* Drift: ... Looking pretty good. *thumbs up* B l u r r: I've been blown up before, too. B l u r r: / vents long and just looks at his vacant side/ I lied to him, anyway... B l u r r: I'm not proud of what I did. To Dodge. Drift: *nods* B l u r r: I never was. I just wore it like I was because it made my Master happy. He understood my pain and thanked me. Drift: I know. Drift: *arm squeeze around Blurr's shoulders* B l u r r: ... I'm so tired of reality. partytrain: dude, samea B l u r r: /slow blinks it out / partytrain: same* Drift: ... yeah. B l u r r: But the last time I was tired, I was dead for three weeks. Drift: *sounds nice tbh* B l u r r: / it was / B l u r r: ... you know. Rodimus is the only mech left from my verse that actually still contacts me. B l u r r: Maybe that's why we keep letting him bother us, hn. partytrain: ....... *comes to the realization that no one of his unverse contacts him* partytrain: *eh, their loss* Drift: S'not worth it. partytrain: ... *goes over and picks up the mustache fro mthe floor, offers it to blurr ceremoniously* Drift: I mean, I'm fine. And I haven't heard anything from my universe since— partytrain: this is all you need of that guy honestly Drift: *chokes up.* Drift: *... pretends it was because of the mustache* B l u r r: / lifts claw to pat / B l u r r: One of these days, when I finally die, someone is going to say, "Remember that pirate? He was pretty okay." B l u r r: And I can live with that. Drift: If I outlive you, I'm gonna say a lot more than that. Drift: Probably starting with "dammit Blurr" and "who gave you permission to die". B l u r r: ... Oh, yeah. B l u r r: There's that. B l u r r: ... /glances at Drift/ Hey. Uhm. B l u r r: Do you wanna stay over? Drift: God, yes. Drift: *he is SO tired of going back to an empty bed.* B l u r r: Hey, mech. What's your name? partytrain: uh-- astrotrain B l u r r: ... Blurr. partytrain: nice to meet you, captain partytrain: ... sorry about the shenanigans B l u r r: / weh he got called captain / B l u r r: ... I don't care about those. Listen, my ship docks soon. Drift: He's the cool triplechanger. B l u r r: / looks at Drift / We can crash in the room. If you want. Drift: Sounds good. B l u r r: You can pick any room you want to, Astrotrain. B l u r r: Just let Dart or NOS know. B l u r r: Oh, and if you see a really tall, skinny mech wandering, don't panic. B l u r r: He looks terrifying, but he's harmless. Drift: Don't talk to NOS, he's a creep. Drift: Just talk to Dart. B l u r r: Mhm. partytrain: honestly i was just gonna chill out in here 'til i figure out how i actually... got here? but if you guys have already claimed it i'll figure something out partytrain: maybe the flight deck B l u r r: No, my room is a little further bac. B l u r r: *back B l u r r: We're landing on Earth, so don't freak out. It's safe. Drift: You sure? B l u r r: Yes. Roadbuster lives there. B l u r r: I visit him enough to know I won't die. partytrain: *ew, earth* s'cool, i'll just.. not go down planetside partytrain: had enough of that to last me three lifetimes Drift: Heh. It's not a bad planet when you aren't fighting on it. B l u r r: Well, I have to keep my end of the deal with Jazz. B l u r r: Even though he couldn't do what he was supposed to. B l u r r: Anyway. Come on, Drift. Before I pass out from this processor ache. Drift: Want me to carry you? Drift: Wait, lemme rephrase that. Can I carry you? partytrain: oh uh-- *offers chainsaw* partytrain: probably shouldn't recharge on that B l u r r: / reaches for chainsaw. Nuzzles the blade a little and hangs it on his back again / B l u r r: ... Uh, will it cheer you up to carry me? partytrain: *.......... trying really hard not to ask if that's also made of dead people* Rodimus: (good night guys. thanks for letting me crash the party) partytrain: *when in doubt it probably is* B l u r r: ( ur always invited ) Drift: ... Honestly, yeah. Little bit. B l u r r: ( u and ur stache ) Rodimus: (keep the moustache as a gift ) partytrain: blurr can frame it as a trophy)) Drift: ((drift still wants to know wtf it is)) B l u r r: Then go ahead. B l u r r: Im dizzy anyway. Drift: ((HE NEVER EXPLAINED WHAT IT'S FOR)) Drift: *scoops up blurr* Just give me directions. Rodimus: (lol. Well I just have it hc that he wore it on a dare and it got stuck...or something idk) partytrain: *has couch to self ...... it is small. most of couch to self* Drift: ((Omfg)) Drift: ((after he was so dramatic about it)) B l u r r: [[ LOL ]] partytrain: *has answered exactly 2 questions on the form!* Rodimus: (I think the dare  was from the Wreckers? I don't know I have read that over agina) B l u r r: / hooks claws into Drift's armor/ Well, you'll want to go down this hallway, then left into the lift. Go to the third level and head straight down the hall. Rodimus: (Also im still laughing at that) Drift: *and absconds with the blurr* B l u r r: / yay sleepover! /

[pikespendragon67]

priam

First impression: Whoa, that guy’s hair is cool–HOLY SHIT HE’S GOT THE SAME VOICE AS CHAD FROM BLEACH

Impression now: Criminally underrated character that I can’t help but love even though I’m pretty sure my perception of him has kind of warped throughout the years to fit my needs (like if you read my main/crap fic on FF.net, hoo boy is that Priam different than the one present in the game)

Favorite moment: 

Idea for a story: He’s on a search for Alondite, sister sword to the Ragnell, either for memorabilia purposes or the Ragnell’s getting really withered down and he thinks Alondite might help fix it

Unpopular opinion: It’s 2017 and people are still trying to comprehend his existence. I think having his own game would help in this regard but I know people are pissed off at him for ruining Ike/Soren (gee, way to blame him for something he had no control over)

Favorite relationship: He unfortunately doesn’t have that many supports, so the generic response would be Robin. However, I’d like to see how he’d get along with Flavia, Sumia, or even Olivia at some point. Platonically, I wish Sully was his best friend

Favorite headcanon: He, Sully, Vaike, and Basilio become best bros and often train with one another when given the chance. 

I actually have a few other headcanons for him, too. Such as: he came from a big family but felt like he was a disappointment, so he ran away from his home in Tellius to travel the world and make a name for himself. (also he hates it when people only see him as Ike’s descendant, even though he introduces himself as such. He wants people to see him as Priam, strong guy that just happens to be related to Ike). He wears a black bandanna not only to look like Ike, but also because he’s got scars on his forehead, he LOVES massages after a long day of training, he’d go into forgery for the heck of it, thinks magic is cool but has no idea what to do about it, CAN FUCKING SNIPE WITH ARROWS JFC, and while he’s literate, he prefers telling and listening to stories rather than reading about them

[thegeminisage]

more zeldablogging! hello, future me, i hope you’re enjoying these

today: lake hyrule!

the tower is next to not-eldin bridge so maybe i should approach from there and not faron tower

but i can see farosh's bridge from here and it's juuust the right time

maybe i'll just got wait a few moments and see if he appears

AAAH THERE HE IS!!!!

and another scale :3

i wish i could get horn shards tho :/

lol i get super sad whenever i go back to the plateau even just to glide off the tower ): old man ))):

i used to think it was so tall! and now it looks so normal bc i've seen so much taller.

did NOT miss the rain while i was at death mountain

lol i can't believe these two puny lizalfos once prevented me from crossing this bridge bc it was too difficult of a fight

and FINALLY i'm across for real

and map obtained

i feel like lake hylia is about the same size here as in tp, but in tp it feels much bigger than it does here bc this world is already so huge and dwarfs even the massive divine beasts

god i can't BELIEVE i am always so low on arrows. frankly: an outrage

lol instead of going to the lake im getting the shrines i have seen from other provinces first

whoa these colums are cool

this zone is called faron woods? not even in faron province, hahaha

ooh there's a lady here talking about the horse revival fountain! i did see something about a lord horse lake or something on the map, so i guess that's it

ugh why is it ALWAYS raining

i'll admit i'm in the stage where like, i'm okay with not walking BY every tree, just maybe seeing them all, maybe even seeing them from a distant ledge or my glider

which isn't to say the world has lost its charm or im tired of exploring, exploring and crafting is basically all you do in skyrim and it pretty much never gets old, but i'm more anxious now to uncover the plot than i was before, which speaks to the game's storytelling skills, yet still feel the compulsive need to explore Everything before moving on lol

i don't typically do a lot of post-game play so i know after i kill the final boss that'll be that

ah here's the shrine maybe the rain will have stopped by the time i get out

NOOO a combat trial......!

but it says minor test of strength so that should be okay :|

ahaha got it in half a dozen hits

unfortunately i have so many great weapons i can't hold the ones i get from this thing or the one in the chest :| i need my shit to break!! i guess i need.....to fight more. ugrh.

god i have like 12 orbs now i should go trade them in lol

i keep forgetting!!

@self pls remember

jesus. it's still raining.

me: i need to fight more!

me: sees two lizalfos, groans

if i had arrows i would just take them out from afar

that's my instinct in skyrim, you know? i'm a sniper at heart, combat isn't my thing

but i have no arrows and too many weapons so i guess i gotta change it up

lol and learn to block my shields NEVER break bc i don't use them bc i don't really know how

that and i'm always fucking carrying two-handed weapons :| i want more one-handers

MAN i one-shotted both of them when it took three hits before with the same weapon...! this atk+ helmet does not fuck around im never taking it off again

the ruins in these woods are making me feel Some Kind Of Way

i hope the lost woods are in this game

i mean, they gotta be, if the master sword is sleeping somewhere in a forest

i hope it's cool when you get the sword. that's all i care about

i'm lying i hope ganon the man is in this game too but

im trying to keep my expectations reasonable

I HEAR KASS! where are you buddy i can't see you

ooh this shrine puzzle is about a forest dragon....FAROSH, MY BUDDY

lol yesterday my brother texted me like where the fuck are you getting all these hearty radishes? me: faron my dude

faron and apparently lake hylia too are absolutely thick with them

oh my god there's a lizalfos camp here and they saw me coming from MILES away how even

naturally they've ALL got shock arrows in this very marshy watery area

good thing i can one-shot them.

oooh there's a glowing goddess statue here

ah this is where i offer a farosh scale, like i offered one for naydra and need to offer one of dinaal

weeeeellll i do have 3-4 of them now so i guess so!

i'd hate to miss a shrine and have to come back

holy SHIT there's a thunderspear in here! fair trade my dude! glad i broke one of my swords at the lizalfos camp lol

ah and now this goddess statue will let me trade orbs!! YES

i got 1 heart and 2 things of stamina which means i have 2 full wheels. i can do ANYTHING

i just swam climbed ran and glided with the same burst without putting on special gear it was GREAT

YES i found the horse lake and there's a great fairy here!!!! fuck yeah!!!!!!!

HOLY FUCK THATS IS ONE CREEPY LOOKING FAIRY

awww it plays epona's song

ah and i found a stable nearby!! good

there's an obstacle course here that i can do w/ my horse for gear, which i Want, but i SUCK at it, so

omg i made friends with a dog ;w; it follows me around

i tried to feed it meat but no dice

the start screen said something cool about befriending them...i wish i remembered what exactly!

ooh there's a quest here to catch the Giant horse...im gonna try it

im riding jemma now as well :3 these places have easy access for horses and i'm not as compulsive in my investigation of Every Single Thing so thats nice

nooooo there's a lynel in the way ;_;

even IF i snuck past it to GET the horse to REGISTER it i never could

i have to fight it. i have no choice

gotta get jemma out of harm's way first

im so nervous )))):

but i put on my soldier's gear and atk helm and drank a defense elixir and gave myself extra hearts so!!!!! hopefully!!!! it'll be ok!!!!!!!

i did it!!! it actually wasn't even too bad with the elixir and the armor

this is gonna be a long boring walk...highkey tempted to go get jemma but im afraid she would get hurt. and like. i know, i can revive her. but god.

THERE IS

ANOTHER LYNEL LOL

JESUS CHRIST

god i bet this WHOLE LANE is full of them

good thing i didn't bring jemma

beat him!! Not Even That Bad

omg I FOUND THE GIANT HORSE

and it looks just like ganondorf's, which my brother spoiled for me hahaha

IM GONNA CATCH HIM

ohhh my god im so nervous. him Big

i know it takes at least two full wheels to soothe him, which i have, but i brought potions too, like i just happened to cook some up last time

GOD I DID IT but okay jfc this is only the beginning i still gotta get him aaaaall the way back to the stable ;_;

and you have to do it at the slowest speed or he'll buck you i think

oh my god oh my god

we did manage a light trot a few times but i don't wanan risk it too much

i soothe it every time it does what i ask haha and it's given me the hearts many times!! so that's a good sign

so far so good abt halfway there

OH MY GOD A FUCKING THUNDER KEESE KNOCKED ME OFF

and shocked him!! poor baby

fucking HELL he ran away

i caught up to him and thank god he let me get right back on

maybe i'll get off and feed him some apples tbh

thank god i cleared out so many of these enemies beforehand tbh

tho i noticed lol the coyotes ran away from it maybe more things do!!

oh my god so i’ve been seeing bigass skeletons on the ground but they don’t move and i thought it was decoration or w/e, rightbut i rode past one on the way to catch the horse, and rode past it AGAIN on the way back, and IT’S A FUCKING HINOX SKELETON UP WALKING AROUND fuck no i’m glad we’re up on a cluff and it can’t see useven the live ones just sleep all the time my dude what the fuck?

HAHAHA I MADE IT

we took the last third of the way at a light trot so we're making progress!

uh holy shit apparently im already at max bond?? god Damn

oooh my gosh what do i NAME him

ganondorf's horse doesn't have a canonical name...

king of something?? idk if i even have room

thief by itself seems a little underwhelming...

ooh maybe phantom? for phantom ganon

midnight is too common, something with flames or fire could be cool for the mane but

i think phantom is what we'll go with

oh my god i'm trying the obstacle course with phantom and i LOVE this horse he turns SO well

AND once he gets to top speed, which admittedly isn't fast, he can stay there forever bc unlimited stamina!!

i still can't do the obstacle course lol the horse just straight up goes around the things most of the time and i looked up like, tips online, and apparently it's really fucking buggy, so, no. i got better things to do

LMAO so im going up to lake hylia finally and i have already run over so many birds this guy can trample anything hes a Big strong Boy i love him

oh hey there's a zora out here at this island!

ohhhh my gosh dude farosh is here at the lake too !! man he is. so cool

he? she? i saw someone online refer to them as shes

theyre named after goddeses but dragons were always boys in this series

i like girls better tho so

she doesn't stay very long here

like, she leaves very quickly as opposed to down in faron where i've seen her circle many times

oh god im at the ruined village again where i saw my first blood moon... #cursed

at least it's daytime now

OMG A FIRE WIZZROBE IM GONNA GET ME A FIRE ROD YES

omg a super fire rod. a meteor rod. #nice

lol wizzrobes are easy to fight you just use the proper elemental arrow and don't let them see you. if they DO see you you die tho

now that im not pissing myself in sheer terror these ruins make me Sad jesus christ im so sad for all of hyrule

BRUH there's a stone talus here!!!!

ugh i wanted to mark the miniboss spot but im OUT OF STAMPS

guess i can't mark cooking pots after all but with the interactive map + my sheikah sensor if i ever TRULY need to find one that should be ok i guess :/

/unmarks them all, SADLY!

killed the talus without even using any special food, haha - don’t have to be afraid of them anymore! becoming less afraid of red lynels, can’t wait for the day when i’m not afraid of guardians

there's a korok seed puzzle here where you have to roll a boulder UP a hill are yu fucking kidding me

ooh maybe i could have used stasis from up there...lmao fuck

maybe i can use it from down here

i hate using stasis tho like it fucks up your weapons and i know i said i need to break some but that's just WASTEFUL

wow and it didn't do anything from down here anyway. ok i'll just come back to this :/

hey and that's all of lake hylia explored :')

tomorrow: gerudo desert!!!! me: HYPE!!!!!!!

well actually my brother's visiting so tomorrow: amiibo, but. yeah.

[closetmentalpatient]

I saw Endgame today, here are my assorted thoughts in no particular order c:

He goes back and returns the stones and then tries some of that life Tony told him to get BUT DIDN'T INVOLVE BUCKY IN THAT LIFE?? HE KNEW HIS BEST FRIEND WAS BEING FUCKING TORTURED BY FUCKING HYDRA AND INSTEAD HE WENT BACK AND JUST FUCKING DANCED WITH PEGGY AND LEFT BUCKY TO HIS FATE???

And he "got a life" in the first place but decided to get it with this one girl he spent maybe a year with instead of his literal best friend for life???? Peggy had her own life after Steve died and he decided to just fucking go back and take that from her??? You know had fucking PISSED THAT would make peggy??? She wouldn't accept him back and just go with it and be the happy little housewife are you fucking kidding me??? She’d kick his ass back to the future!!!

What about the other steve in that universe? U telling me he’d be a-okay with some fucking doppelganger stealing Peggy Carter from him??? Uh hell no!! He’d kick ass!! 

How does Steve staying in that timeline with Peggy NOT MESS UP the entire timeline which is what the sorceress warned against?????? If Peggy doesn’t start SHIELD in honor of Steve then how does ANYTHING in their universe get done?? Who finds Steve in the ice???? I mean come on!!!

Side note, Steve had the shield to give to Sam. The intact shield. Which when Steve went into the past was in the ice. HE WENT INTO THE ICE TO GET IT??? DID HE WAKE HIMSELF UP??? WHAT HAPPENED THERE!!! DID HE GET INTO A THREESOME RELATIONSHIP WITH PEGGY AND HIMSELF??? I HAVE TO KNOW!

How dare they try to paint the place that Steve had created for himself in the future and the family he made there LESS THAN Peggy fucking Carter who HAD HER OWN LIFE AFTER STEVE DIED!!! YOU TELLING ME THAT WOMAN COULDN’T HANDLE THE GRIEF OF THAT ONE MAN COME THE FUCK ON! THEY ACT LIKE SHE COULDN’T GET ON WITHOUT HIM AND HE JUST FUCKING HAD TO GO BACK FOR HER. BULL. SHIT

Love of my life my fucking ass. You telling me that you ran headlong into nazi fucking territory on a hint that ur “best buddy” might be in this one place???? Yeah fucking right you were gay for him Steve man the fuck up. I like sam becoming cap STEVE IS FUCKING WORTHY!!!!!!! DAMN RIGHT. I SPENT THAT WHOLE TIME SHOUTING THAT'S MY BOY!! not enough bucky barnes

not enough black panther

not enough anyone but thor, scott, tony and steve to be fuckin honest

look, i get it. steve, tony and thor are great characters and lowkey carry the franchise but come on. they are NOT the only heavy hitters in the avengers cast, not even close tbh! 

BUCKY DIDN'T TRY TO GO WITH STEVE TO RETURN THE STONES????? I get that he’s like still recovering and shit but come on, there’s no way either of them would really be ok with the other going off on a mission alone at this point. Plus Bucky has a lot of skills that would lend themselves to the task of returning the stones??? Espionage??? ANYONE??? NO? JUST ME?? Look I'm not the hugest fan of Tony stark but come on! His storyline is so fucking unsatisfying!!! Why did he have to die? He finally had everything and you fucking yank it away from him??? I cannot fucking believe. The Tony stans are going to be out of their mind livid and I am too tbh. The funeral for stark was sweet but that thing is just going to float sadly in the lake for days until someone fishes it out come on.

Ya know, I didn’t feel like this was a thing till reading through the tag but yeAH WHY DIDN'T NAT GET A FUNERAL TOO???

Why can’t thor be king??? He's a leader??? He's just going to abandon his fucking people??? After they lost their home??? Wtf????

Marvel Writer Voice: Men can only be Happy and Fulfilled if they live in a house in NATURE with their children and their housewives!! 

I MEAN COME ON?????? TONY FUCKING STARK??? LIVING IN BASICALLY WHAT AMOUNTS TO A LOG CABIN??? HELL NO. He lives and breathes technology I mean I stg, usually they reserve this sort of dumbass characterization for the fucking women!

The nat and Clint thing hit hard and I love how happy they were to be running a mission together but it felt like it lacked substance??? We had no backstory to them? They were clearly friends but we just had to take their word for it? It wasn't shown we had no black widow or Hawkeye movie. We dunno what Budapest is or means. 

HOW AND WHY WAS THANOS ABLE TO BREAK THE SHIELD I MEAN COME ON STRONGEST MATERIAL IN THE UNIVERSE AGAINST THANOS' SHITTY NAMELESS SWORD?????? Okay I get there was tension between stark and bucky but really u made buck stand back with the c list people instead of next to his best friend for the funeral??? He can comfort steve my fucking God did we not spend at LEAST TWO SEPARATE MOVIES PROVING STEVE AND BUCKY WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR EACH OTHER OR IS THAT JUST ME???? Out of all the places they could've sent thor they had to send him back to fucking asgard, the home he lost, to be surrounded by people he lost, ON THE DAY HIS MOTHER DIED????? WHEN THEY KNEW HOW FUCKED UP HE WAS??? HOW DID THEY EXPECT THAT TO GO ANYWAY BUT BADLY STEVE CAN AGE?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!?

Also what the fuck was that with bruce and hulk?? We’re just supposed to accept that??? “I started thinking of him as the cure” and what bruce??? U fucking jerked each other off??? WHAT??? If u and hulk are different people, bruce, as u seem so fucking keen on saying, then why the fuck did hulk not take over when the supreme sorceress kicked ur ass out of your body?? What the fuck man??? “He's the cure” HE WASN'T A DISEASE WHAT THE FUCK ARE U TALKING ABOUT???

The selfie with AntMan bit was not funny. Especially when FUCKING CAPTAIN AMERICA WAS SITTING RIGHT DAMN THERE

Peter running with all the girls was EPIC ngl. Peter: LETS GO LESBIANS, LETS GO!! IT IS AMERICA’S ASS, BLESS U STEVE I LOVE U SO FUCKING MUCH I CAN'T

There’s no way that Steve would say Hail Hydra and then NOT make a revolted face as soon as he could, though i did appreciate his lil smug smile

THIS JUST IN PEGGY CARTER GONE BLIND!!! HOW DID SHE NOT FUCKING SEE STEVE THROUGH THE WINDOW???? HE WAS RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER??? WHAT THE FUCK???

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SO Peter def has PTSD now jfc Tony he’s a goddamn kid, you should’ve NEVER pulled his ass off the street. You should’ve never brought him in in Civil War, and tho it wasn’t your fault in Infinity War, u could’ve tried a LITTLE harder to keep his ass from joining u in space. But now look at what you’ve done. You’ve fucked up a perfectly good spider, is what you’ve done. Look at him. He’s got mental health problems now.

They could’ve just had Steve go back and get the dance with her and then come back and MOVE ON!!! LIKE HE’D BEEN TRYING TO DO SINCE HE WOKE UP FROM THE ICE!!! HE HAD A LIFE IN THE FUTURE! A FAMILY! FUCK YOU RUSSOS!

[bienmoreau]

The Dork Reads The Lightning-Struck Heart: Chapter 19 - End.

@lio-zehel​ and @glitterghost​ (spoilers obviously) :)

19/20

It was called ‘Dear Brother-Uncle-Father. An Ode to the Furry Depths of my Feeling for Your Personage’

LMAAAOOO THE SUPER FUKING AWKWARD TRUTH POTION NONSENSE

So very impressed and uncomfortable @ how they just made talking abt magic THAT pornographic. JESUS Ryan is such a mess. Jfc. Also. Magic kink? Sure. Why not. After all of this. Why not that.

How to face off against a dragon by Sam of Wilds Yell “COME AT ME BRO” And then punch the dragon in the eye.

Why does the dragon wanna fuck him. Why does everything wanna fuck him.

Omfg wait was that an og Mario reference??

Omg the dragon chases sheep ‘cause he likes the noise they make when they run around and scream

“Once you go dragon all the rest are laggin’.

”lmaaaooo is justin cohabiting with the gdamn dragon :laughing::laughing:

“Heeeeeyyy buddy. You doing good? You look good.. for being kidnapped” PHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA “Heeeeyy buddy, you look alive. That just super”

“There’s nothing wrong with me!” “Well that’s certainly not true sam” “You’re a wizard, you deserve to be on fire”

HA! The dragons in love with Justin 😆 😆

Also! Fukin. KEVIN! PHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA

Also also. Side note. Beast from the east is the name we here in the uk gave to the really annoying recurring cold weather we had earlier this year  😆 😂

JFC. NO. KEVIN NEEDS TO NOT CALL JUSTIN BABY AND BRIGHT EYES AND ALL THE REST OF THAT JFC. WHY.

“He’s very sexually aggressive, I don’t think you should sleep with him” “STOP COCK BLOCKING ME”

LMAO OMG Gary letting himself be a horse

What kinda shrek dragon/donkey nonsense

Well this all became a pretty big downer real quick

That is just not at all the kind of conversation you want to have with/hear your parents having. Also yes, Why does the king feel the need to state that he wants a three way with them

“We can’t just kill people” “They were holding us prisoner” “That doesn’t make it right” “What about Moishe?” “I’ll kill him!”

“You’re not my knight in shining armour you’re a dick in dented tin” (Or. Perfect things to say to creepy guys who come on way to strong/have the whole male saviour bullshit going)

:( :( :( vaguely sad confessions are no fun at all.

“I will never be anyone’s second choice. I will never be second best to somebody I love” Bruh that’s so fukin real.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa they kissed!!! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ✨✨✨✨🎉🎉🎉 ✨✨✨✨

“I’ve seen *huge list of really impressive sounding shit*. I have seen many many things but I have never seen anyone look at another the way your knight looks at you”

“Sam, everyone knew. Everyone!” FUKIN CALL HIM OUT GARY

“I thank myself when I come” Jfc. Why sam why. Please never get drunk again.

Gary and Kevin. Are. Making me uncomfortable. So very very very unnecessarily explicitly gratuitous NO. NO YOU DO NOT USE YOUR FRIENDS NAME IN THAT WAY. NO! NOT OKAY. 4. Hours. Fukin. NO! Anyways I would FULLY disown someone for subjecting me to less than that. Sam is a champion on loyalty and is braver than any marine.

I kinda hate this tbh. Like. It’s just weird and vaguely gross and I’m kinda uncomfortable.

“It’s still monologuing when you do it on someone else’s behalf”

So. Gross.

Morgan is so soft. Gdamn.

Also lmao. Kevin is an attention whore.

“Bask in me”

“I feel like we failed as parents.”

“Naaahh look at him. He’s adorable and knows how to put on his own pants”

Lmao sam ignoring ryan is such classic move. ‘The awesome power of ‘The ‘Blank’

Randal is Kevin’s hero. That is not a good thing.

Aww super protective Ryan despite it all. Dear boy has so little chill when it comes to sam.

Also. Them just casually openly flirting is so funny

Also. Randal calling this shit for what it is. “Are they always like this” 😂 😂 😂

Also I love Pete and that the other knights are just like “lol nope. Not my pig. Not my farm” and this whole situation

PHHAHAHAHAHA OMG TJ REPEATED THE SEX&BABY BOOK JOKE FROM IN HOW TO BE NORMAL

As much as I hate the whole Kevin making himself Sams stepdad. It did at least lead to Ryan dropping a long sword on his foot.

Lmao poor stalker Ryan. He’s so useless.

Omg. He ran away from his own bachelor party to hide/stalk sam.

“That’s weird”

“You make me weird”

“Were there strippers? Strippers also make things weird”

YES THEN SAMS DAD. SERVE THESE IDIOTS THAT TEA.

“See when you say it like that it makes me start to regret my life choices”

Fukin emotional bois.

Omfg. Unicorn perm. LIO PLEASE DRAW THE UNICORN PERM!

Hahahahaha omg Randal calling back to the pimp joke at the perfect moment 👌 👌 👌 👌

Handsome Ryan is handsome and devastating.

“Haha. Yes my mind is in pieces” 

YES RYAN! FINALLY FOUND YOUR FUKING BALLS! 

And that’s- when a group of dark wizards broke into the throne room.

Because of course.

Phahahaa YES RANDAL. love that call back! keep it going you ancient weirdo 

Okay. Like I’m not a fan of sex scenes but that was soft and sweet and so very tame compared to some of the nonsense the other characters have come out with so far.

ALSO! EPILOGUE:

why on earth are Sam and Justin on a mission together!??

And Ayy sassy Justin :laughing: is this the redemption arch beginning?

Aww best friend in training is such a demeaning title for a prince 😂 😂 😂 

Also. Lmao that was such a romantic proposal sam. Well done.

Aaannnnndd IM DONE!

[thegeminisage]

i realized i had been typing up zelda blogging into notepad for like a week plus without posting, cause i didn’t wanna post everyday once i finished the main story? but then it got SUUUPER long. i waited for it to kinda taper down since now i’m mostly down to completionist stuff, and since it has, i’m gonna post it & just do small posts if i decide to blog abt anything else.

it feels rly weird not to zeldablog now

i ran into a blue? silver? lynel and got trapped fighting it on my way out of hyrule castle AND KILLED IT!! yay!!

also im going back to the mountain to check out that glow

i checked the shrine out next to it, since i was only activating them near the end and not DOING them

and they've gotten way more complex

now i understand when the monks commend your resourcefulness like before i was like, pls. that was way too easy. literally anyone could have done that

i went to the lake at night and it isn't glowing ): idgi did i see something else? does it only do that from a distance? on certain nights? i could see it from SO far away...

o my god theres a GOLF minigame the camera angles even do the thing

fucking fuck dinraal showed up WHILE I WAS PLAYING GOLF 

i MISSED him im so mad i couldnt fast travel away bc minigame!!!

WOW AND HERE COMES THE BLOOD MOON WHICH I WAS WAITING ON AT THE LAKE MOUNTAIN im so pissed i fuckin hate golf at this point its faster to finish than to run all the way back and quit :|

i finished golf but the blood moon just turned into?? a normal moon??

ah okay the glow is random and it's a rare mount!! thank god it wasn't just me losing my mind lol

haha i went to kill the shock arrow lynel just to see if i could and it only took like less than a minute with atk+ armor and decent weapons/shields

plus i'm just better at that special timing stuff now

figures it wouldn't happen til post-game

wtf another blood moon only a few nights later???

i read it was super glitchy but i never really realized until i was paying attention...

aww i bought a house!! maybe link and zelda can live there until the castle is restored YES THEY WILL BE MARRIED SOMEDAY

it's a cute quest i wish i had brought enough rupees to buy all the furniture in it

anyway like. it's super nice to have finally beaten this game's story?? i feel like now i don't have to Rush, i can stop and poke around and explore just like i want, tbh i kinda wish i had done it sooner

anyway im done for the night but i think i will rack up a bit more blogging before making a post i don't wanna be making one every day anymore

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okay so im gonna wait for the blood moon at this shrine

ive been reading that its random and glitchy?? but had i never read any of that i would have been SURE it was just every full moon, like clockwork

so maybe i'm wrong or the internet is

anyway i have enough fire arrows and wood to camp for a full 10 nights, after which im bailing lol

OH FUCK CANCEL EVERYTHING A SHOOTING STAR

I WONDER IF I CAN FAST TRAVEL TO IT??

only one way to find out

I CAN!!!!!

tonight's a halfmoon...if it's waxing then only 2 more nights, if the blood moon is the fullmoon

waning - 6 more nights :/

and who even knows if the blood moon is the full moon...

i've been reading so much and there's so much i was aching to do while trapped in bed that i don't know where to begin...! yet i am waiting at this dumb shrine, haha

i think i wanna to the terrytown quests? tarrytown? where you build a town, those sound so fun, but ofc i need rupees

three-quarters moon! pleeease letthe next one be a blood moon, i say for once in my life lol

oh no...full moon but no blood moon ):

ugh i do not WANT to camp here for a hundred years

i suppose with the nearby shrine i can get to it fairly quicky but not quickly enough for my liking...once the moon rises you only have literally like two minutes before it leaves

so i have to notice it, get out there, and get naked in less than 2 minutes, without warning :/

ok yeah no this is stupid i'll just do something else while i wait

ah, but what! this is what i was talking about earlier, where do you even BEGIN

i could go back and solve shrines, but puzzles are only fun for so long, i wanna explore and there's so much left to see

i could also rupee farm hahahaha

and for better or worse i do eventually wanna get all the korok seeds...

actually i think i wanna fight minibosses?? which is so weird but i feel like i can take em

i know the silver lynels will kick my ass from reading tvtropes but i can take the others!!!

i also read about the lon lon ranch ruins, which i either missed or didn't realize what they were...i don't have a clue as to where they are, but i wanna see them, i know i'll be Sad

omg people startle when i get close to them wearing dark link armor

oooh i was wondering what this big circular tower was...man i havent seen ANYTHING in hyrule field

apparently there are monsters inside...i see a blue lynel? silver lynel? who knows

but i fought one before, so maybe i can take it

i WAS wanting to fight stuff

camera says it's silver, tvtropes says silvers are harder than calamity ganon himself

but the ones that aren't red all look alike to me, so i have no idea which kind i fought in hyrule castle...and my sword had superpowers then

the problem is all these OTHER monsters...no way could i take them on all at once

so i gotta go around and pick them off first without being noticed if i can

omg i cant drop the master sword when electrocuted ahaha nice

oops i dropped a lizalfos down there with the lynel....lmao maybe i better just go fight him before i fuck up anything else

ah no it's coming back on its own. well done

ok, got em

man, wouldn't it be just my luck if the blood moon rose NOW

tbh if it did i would have to abandon this entire thing, which i would, reluctantly, just so i wouldn't have to wait anymore

ooh god he saw me i was hopin for a sneak attack ;w;

ok here we go i guess!!

i did it!!!!

it actually wasn't that bad, tho it got a bit dicey a couple of times

so much of this game is like, your buffs and armor and weapons, i've had harder fights against weaker foes just bc i wasn't properly equipped

but learning to dodge and use my shield a bit better certainly didn't hurt

tbh it looks like most of what i wanna do requires rupees, so i should go farm some i guess!

boring, but you know

apparently i was wrong about the music in goron city and the gerudo areas and they ARE the classic tunes...i just didn't hear it??

AAAAH the satori mountains are glowing!!

;w; i caught him

what a freaky-lookin boy

i wish i could keep him!!

jesus fuck the blood moon came up and i idled at the screen without looking, god, the ONE TIME

i bet i'll never make it in time but i gotta try

dark link armor will make me move a BIT faster at night for what its worth but i dont even think i have revali's gale ready jfc

thank god i made it with just a few seconds to spare

yikes its lightning af outside so im gonna quit for now

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aww tarreytown looks so cute so far!! i wanna build it up ;u;

lol i hate when you know a guardian is nearby and can't find it even tho i can fight them now my heartrate is still so jacked up

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god the tarreytown sidequests are so pleasant and relaxing like

i havent felt so calm playing this game since...i don't think ever

and like, they talk about the yiga clan and the monsters outside

and if i were a person with more time i would write the cute genfic about how tarreytown gets put under seige but their location makes that hard and they fight off the bad guys

it's always sunny there!!! no matter the weather elsewhere :')

also i finally did break the hylian shield cleaning out the guardian room on maze island and i got a replacement there......for3k, but still

anyway im finding all the chests from the shrines i missed and one is in the plateau ): my heart

like, i can't believe i used to think this mountain was massive, this plateau was massive. it's so small compared to everything else. and so lonely ;_;

like, i miss it, weirdly, but i miss the version that had the easy enemies and the old man and where when i looked outside of the walls it was all very misty and i couldn't even comprehend the true size of this world

so: nostalgia, i guess

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jesus FUCKING christ i went out to see the ranch ruins with epona and i got attacked by a guardian, a yiga clan member, and two silver bokoblins on horseback

FINALLY fought them off, terrified the entire time something would happen to epona, and i got attacked by three stal moblins

fought THEM off and there's a stal bokoblin on a stalhorse! but i can't catch it or ride it because of all times, the blood moon is rising!! j e s u s c h r i s t

now i've gotta get on my horse and get the hell out of dodge before those things come back to hurt her

i was thinking of a nice relaxing-if-sad trip before bed but no i gotta come back on FOOT to kill these guys AGAIN and then bring her back during the DAY so we can properly look around

who KNEW this would be so awful, jesus

okay update i did get on the stalhorse bc i have about 30 seconds to snap a cool pic (no way i can ride it out to whatever stable i need for the quest...even if i could leave epona here, it's much too long of a trip) but fucking hell dude

FUCK i took too long it rose epona and i are STILL HERE LMAO (((:

i didn't know if i should get on epona and ride for it or teleport to the stable and then board her

i teleported and it looks like she's still safe bc they boardered her ;_;

i took her back out and gave her a bunch of apples ;____; my poor brave girl

lol as if that wasnt enough its about to start lightning

ugh i'm coming back tomorrow and cleaning that place out good and fucking proper

i'd kinda like to do it tonight but it's already so late and i don't feel well and it would take a long time and also be a bit stressful probably

at least now i know where to find lots of stalhorses lol

although if you think about it they're there bc a lot of horses died

aaaaand i'm sad again

(super mad i didn't get pics on my in-game camera of the horse, but the snapchat pic i snapped of dark link riding it under the blood moon was still pretty damn cool)

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w o w

i kinda wish i had been able to bring epona, but i couldn't—it's so dangerous here

but after clearing it out and actually getting to look around, uh

this is brick-for-brick the most faithful recreation of oot's lon lon ranch

and i am SO sad

ugh i just had to restart an entire shrine bc i dropped my korok leaf at the last second bc i was trying to open all the chests and i had to go back and get my good spear that i had to drop to get the korok leaf in the first room...but i needed the korok leaf to get back to the end!!!!!

i hate the weapons system in this game sometimes i won't lie like sometimes it's really good and sometimes it drives me bonkers

oh my fucking god lmao

i can't even RESTART the shrine bc the leaf was in a CHEST which is now empty. holy shit

like, that is NONFUNCTIONAL

they should have had a tools section for leaves and axes and shit i swear to fuck bc i always drop korok leaves as soon as i can bc i don't ever use them to sail and i have so little room and there's so many weapons...jesus christ

i made a huuuuuge list of everything i need to fully upgrade all my armor. it took hours but i think i did the math wrong

remember when i said i was never going back to eventide? well here i am! i'm farming bokoblin guts/general monster drops lol and i knew there were a bunch here :|

but i'm better armed now! so it should be a cakewalk

even red hinoxes don't give me much trouble these days. we'll see

sniped the upper camp no problem with some pretty basic bows. don't know WHY i sniped it, i could have fought them...

haha just kidding. yes i do

time to fight the hinox, i suppose

tbh this is giving me trauma flashbacks lol

duuuude theres a lil star by this hinox's name!!

does that mean the game keeps track of which i kill.......awhile ago the fang and bone guy said he wanted me to kill every hinox and i'm like "fffft yeah right like the blood moon wouldn't come up halfway through each and every try"

but maybe that doesn't matter O:

now i can use stamps to only mark hinoxes i HAVENT killed............interesting

unfortunately i've also been stamping lynels, and i'd hate to take stamps off just bc i'd killed something...man

i wish i had more kinds of stamps and the ability to USE more stamps, geez

i could kill all four moldugas first and see what he did before deciding if it was Worth It

this doesn't make me feel like a badass and i'm not actually getting any great drops. i just have war flashbacks and feel slightly creeped out and anxious. so i'm leaving

holy fuck i finally got the rubber armor and duuuuude it really is shock proof! i got struck by lightning and it knocked me off my feet but only took a quarter of a heart!!!

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guess i should make a list of taluses, hinoxes, and moldugas i KNOW ive killed :|

it won't be comprehensive but i wanna keep track of it, sigh

i'm trying to farm bokoblin guts but this one area is like all these high up bridges and platforms and they ALWAYS fall so every time i have to fly down and climb back up :|

this place was from one of the coolest parts of the trailer though i really like it

i thought foolishly to knock them all off and then go down and get them. of course they'd despawned by then </3

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I FOUND KASS IN THE RITO STABLE? HE HAS A WIFE AND KIDS BACK HOME??

like tvtropes spoiled that for me i'll admit but im still cryin...hes so homesick!! he fulfilled a promise!!!! kass buddy i'm gonna clear those shrines for you ;_;

also update i get medals for killing all the things so ofc i gotta do that if i want 100%

i Dread the getting of the korok seeds i just dont know if i am Capable especially knowing there's no reward

like, i'm trying to get all the shrines done before i finish off the sidequests bc once i finish off the sidequests i am not gonna wanna play anymore, the story stuff and exploration stuff will mostly be over, my drive to keep going will drop dramatically, so like

gotta do the shrines first so i actually have time to WEAR the super cool armor i get

otherwise it would be sidequests, shrines, armor, but then no more playing lmao

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I GOT IT AND IT'S BEAUTIFUL

I MAY NEVER WEAR ANYTHING ELSE

(thats a lie i gotta wear other stuff until i can get this upgraded bc the stats are so low...but its BEAUTIFUL)

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i did all the stables so why won’t kass come see his daughters? ;_;

oh ok i had to go get the cache

AWWW BUDDY

he finally knows it’s me!! furthermore zelink #confirmed thank u nintendo this is probably the most overt it’s ever been tbh

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finally fully upgraded my armor & i never wanna see another dragon again

they kept failing to spawn where they were supposed to and the only one who spawns reliably/is easy to hit/doesn’t send scales flying 100000 miles away is farosh, naydra and dinraal are absolutely horrible, naydra in particular has nowhere you can fast-travel to, you have to fast-travel to a nearby shrine and then walk a good distance no matter where you drop in at. naydra was also the most finnicky about showing up when she was supposed to

at least i figured out i can use a flame sword instead of fire arrows to light campfires

getting honey was pretty easy there’s a fuckton next to those hinox brothers and acorns are kinda everywhere

the beetles were a little more tedious but once i put them on my sensor not too bad...the worst part was turning beedle down every time he wanted one because he does a LONG speech that is SUPER annoying after the 100th time and you’re just trying to buy arrows

anyway im gonna go test the defense

surprise! lynels and guardians can still kick my ass!

everything else seems to fly right off me tho so that’s something

it’s been ages since any hinox or talus was able to put up a fight against me

i’ve still only killed about half of each tho like :/ damn they are everywhere & there’s sooo many

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i’m lowkey wondering if i will attempt to 100% this game like i do Not look forward to getting all those fucking korok seeds, at that point it is no longer fun, yk, and the reward is so stupid

also i saw a video about having to visit every major named place on the map as well

and both of those things obviously guarantee that you see EVERY INCH of this huge and exapansive and beautiful world, but i feel like if i forced myself to keep going and doing it i would learn to hate the game a little bit lmao. lowkey feel like that’s adding fake hours onto your game for something that stop being fun and turns into absolute tedium, but i guess i can understand wanting to give completionist players a reason to see EVERYTHING

we’ll just see how i feel - i still have quite a few sidequests left, and while i don’t wanna burn thru them too quickly (bc again, after they’re over my interest will drop dramatically) i also still wanna fight the minibosses and upgrade as much of my armor as i am able to

but like, who the fuck has time to farm 160ish star pieces...? not me my dude and that mmo-type drop rarity is like :/ i disapprove, that’s like...cheating. but anyway. we’ll see how far i get