#gonna be honest its all a blurr

[secretlytherealsonicthehedgehog]

happy pride month motherrfuckdrrs‼️

[gaeasun]

Blurr

New OC just dropped!

gonna be honest i dont know if or how i would incorporate him into my writing so for now he mostly lives in my head, on my sketchbook, and discord where all the mutuals turned tf blogs enabled me.

Not all of the pictures here match up with each other but the first two are the most updated (though his hair is much fluffier on the top). 

The most basic info is, Blurr is a pilot in the 501st with a need for speed. In his leave time he’s managed to incorporate himself into the (illegal) speeder races that happen in the lower levels and he’s pretty good at them. He talks so fast sometimes its hard to keep up. After the war Blurr tries to calm down by buying 79′s. He still races on occasion when he gets the itch though.

More pictures + his lore under the cut!

Lore time!

Ever since he was a cadet, Blurr loved to move. He got his name from zooming around as a kid a lot. His fast reflexes gave him a chance to try out one of the higher end flight simulators, and he ended up being an absolute natural and one of the top pilots coming out of Kamino.

The simulators were great, but nothing compared to the actual feeling of moving at Mach 1 for real.

So naturally he ended up being picked for the 501st, and is one of the few beings alive capable of keeping up with Skywalker in the air.

His batchmates are all alive and well but elsewhere.

But on Coruscant he quickly grew bored, since there wasn’t much he was allowed to fly. The transport ships couldn’t cut it.

In all the chatter on Coruscant, he heard something about speeder races, and had to look into that.

After a couple of close calls, he found someone willing to lend him a speeder to race for large cut of any winnings.

Blurr won the first race he entered. And the next, and the next.

Too keep himself from getting court-martialled, he took his phase 1 helmet and modified it to death. Bigger ventilators, more paint, a higher fin. And he added a mask to cover his face.

The added element of mystery gained Blurr a large following of his races, to the point where he’s somewhat of an underground celebrity. 

All the clones know its him though. He’s not exactly subtle. But no one complains since he often uses some of his winnings to buy a few rounds at 79′s.

(In “canon” he somehow stumbles onto the info that there’s a Sith Lord in the Senate. He goes directly to the Chancellor to report. He is then thrown into a trash compactor. :c)

But we don’t need that so what actually happens in my au is when the war ends he uses his money and buys 79′s and becomes a bartender there.

He still races but it’s not nearly as often. 

Personality and character traits!

He talks so fast. Incredibly fast. Literally this

As a result from all the races gone wrong (crashes happen occasionally) Blurr has some TBI’s that make his memory a little leaky sometimes. Especially his short term memory. Near the end of the war when it was getting worse someone helped him rig up a system for his helmet to display more info then usual.

Smiles a lot, but is also a big fan of the -_- face.

Pretty straighforward. will call you out on your bs. while making the -_- face.

Big heart!

Adaptable and takes things pretty easy. Does not get outraged easily but when he does he will do something about it.

freckles

first pic linework by @maiseey​

[pecherlecriture]

just another day while quarantine

warnings: smut

hello, hope you likes this one shot, English is not my first language so I'm sorry if there's any mistakes

the fucking gift istg.

"fuck baby" harry said when he saw you walk with two new glasses full of some expensive liquor harry had bought in some country you couldn't remember the name. you just smiled and sit down next to him, to the point you were basically on top of him, his arms pull you closer and he kiss you.

"i'm very drunk" you say and you can hear him giggle a little bit.

"me too darlin" the dimples on his cheeks making its way. "but I'm not gonna lie this little cocktail look very interestin". you laughed, it was just a mojito with some berries on top (what an expensive liquor am I right)

you started to drink your mojito as well, something you were really grateful for was being able to spend quarantine with harry, you both have been dating for a while, but haven't been sure about the moving together step. but having spend this weeks together have show you both it was the right thing to do.

quarantine has been fun for the most part since both of you have little to no work to do, harry did write a little bit every day, trying to keep an schedule and it keeps his head flowing, or at least that was he says, you don't mind, actually you love when he pick up his guitar and start gong hard on it.

talking about going hard on it , you two have been fucking like rabbits, both of you get bored pretty quickly while watching a movie and neither of you find something better to do than make each other feel good.

memories of the days before flow through your mind, the way he would choke you while he pound you from behind, the way he always want to make sure you are wet and ready for him so he makes you cum at least once with his mouth, he really loved eating you out, he says he wouldn't mind spending all day between you sweet legs.

you feel yourself getting wet just by the though of it, you move your legs so you can make some friction and harry notices you are zoned out.

"y'there babygirl?" he say with his beautiful raspy voice and you can feel yourself get even more wet if possible.

"yeah, just thinking about you" you answer and start playing with his hair, he pulls his head back at your touch and moans very slowly, not trying to be sexual it was just from the pleasure of your hand on his hair, but you couldn't help but get hornier at the sound.

"whatcha' thinkin about" he asks and looks back at you and you just blush a little bit taking a sip of your drink. "oh..."he says "those types of thoughts,huh then I wanna know even more what ya were thinkin about" he smirks and pulls you on top of him.

you bite your lip and grind your hips onto his, a wave of pleasure goes through your body and you can't help but moan

"y'baby yeh like that?" he whispers on your lips, you just nod and he pulls your hair throwing your head back.

"y'just can't get enough righ baby?" he ask and bites your neck slowly and you whimper loudly. "y'just can't get enough of my cock isn't babygirl?" he practically growls against you neck kissing it leaving marks behind.

"yes baby, I fucking love your cock" you moan grinding your hips once again but your actions don't last long, he keeps your hips still holding them tightly

"nuh uh darlin', yeh get what I give you, I'm in charge aren't I?" he smirks and pulls you under him. His mouth finally comes in contact with yours and you moan happily, his kisses were addictive, they tested so good and his lips were the softest. he pulls back and take his shirt off, you take a good look at him and bite your lip when you notice his hard dick through his gray sweatpants,the littler fucker , you hear him laugh slightly and you look innocently at him.

"yeh like what you see?" he ask and you nood.

"yes daddy I fucking love it" you say and pull your tits together biting your lip and he curses.

"god I fucking love yeh" he takes your shirt off leaving you only on your wet panties. "can see how wet yeh are for me darlin" he touch the wet patch on your panties making eye contact with you making everything so much more intimate "fuckin soaked" he says and dip his head down to your pussy.

"gonna let me have a good taste righ baby? you gonna let daddy take what he wants?" he ask pulling your panties to the side, you don't answer because your were way to focused on his face looking directly into you pretty pussy, he notices and spit in your clit

"fuck" you scream

"i'm pretty sure I asked you somethin little one" he enters one finger to your tight hole.

"f-fuck daddy, what was it?" you ask and he laughs pounding his finger faster than before. you start moaning harder and you were feeling incredible "another finger daddy please" you beg and he do as you ask.

"yeh are making my whole hand fucking wet darlin, I bet I will you slip righ in won't I?" he adds yet another finger and start pounding harder making you throw your head back and moan

"fucking spectacular" he whisper and pulls his head down finally taking a good taste of you.

"shit h" you scream and your hand went straight to his hair pulling it slightly, he doesn't even flinch, to busy eating you out, to busy having the meal of his life.

"baby please" you beg "please I need you inside, or at least let me have a taste of you too" you whimper and you can feel him saying something while his tongue was to busy being inside of you. he pulls away and throw his pants down, obviously he wasn't using boxers so you got an amazing view of his impressive cock, completely hard, red on the tip and leaking precum. it looked fucking amazing and you couldn't wait to have a good taste and feel it hard inside you. he pulls your underwear down and kiss you one more time before he finally slides in.

"ff-fuckk darlin, so bloody tight" he moans "and so wet fo me"

you can feel yourself getting wetter by the second if possible. the bare feeling of having harry's cock inside you was already an amazing experience, and yet he manages to making feel even better

"shit daddy I can feel you so deep in my tummy" harry moans after hearing you say that and start moving his hips, he started pounding to yo like an animal right away, you could feel him everywhere, he was so so deep and you loved every second of it. you could feel his balls hitting you with an amazing rhythm and let not even mention his fucking moans, literal heaven.

"yeh like it darlin? yeh like it when I fuck y'hard huh?" his hand grips your neck hard, making you loose a little bit of air "such a good girl fo me" he murmurs against your body and grabs one of your breast and start licking it like it was his first meal after years

"fuck harry yes!"you scream and can feel your throat getting irritated by your loud moans but you couldn't care, not right now at least.

"come here little one" he pulls you closer to him making your chest touch "you drive me mad darlin" he moans against your mouth and you can help but smile.

"i love you" you say and kiss him hard, his right hand grabs your hair and his left grabs your ass and smack it a few times.

"fuck baby keep going please" you beg and he starts pounding onto you even harder, you could feel the knot on your stomach growing making your toes curl and you scratch Harry's back making him groan loudly.

"yeh gonna cum baby?" he ask with a sweet innocent voice even though his action were quite the opposite.

"f-fuck harry, yes, shit please make me cum baby" you two make eye contact and everything feels even more intimate "please h" you beg once more and he closes his eyes for a second and you can see a little smirk forming on his precious lips.

he pulls you against the bed once again having your back against the mattress and he holds your right hand with his and his left one go straight to your clit playing with it. You feel the knot about to snap and you scratch his back screaming his name

"yessss, fuck baby , oh my god" you can feel tears forming on your eyes from the pleasure. harry was completely concentrated and making you and himself cum, he was really close, your pussy just feels so amazing around him and he wants to stay inside of it forever.

he holds your face with his right hand and kisses you with so much passion, you feel the knot let go and you throw your head back in pleasure and harry swears you are the most beautiful girl in the whole fucking world, you were his muse and he couldn't get enough of you.

"s-shit darlin" he moans once more and you feel him pull out and cum on your tummy and you moan at the feel of it, you loved the moments both of you were able to be this vulnerable around each other.

"damn daddy" you giggle slightly and he can't help but giggle as well

"I fuckin love you"he says looking at you and gives you a kiss. he stands up and go to the bathroom giving you a good view of his perfect little ass, you bite your lips and seconds later he comes back with a wet towel to clean you up, he does it slowly and you can't stop looking at him.

"whatcha thinkin?" he ask throwing the towel away and you smile "just looking at you and thinking how beautiful you are" he looks at you with adoration and you can see his little dimple making it's way.

he kisses you and pulls you closer to him, resting your head on his chest and you started to draw with your fingers his tattoos.

"i think i'm no longer drunk" he blurres out after some minutes of comfortable silence and you both laugh

"yeah me too" you look at the table beside your bed and you see its 2:47am, you were a little sleepy if being honest and you could feel harry already falling asleep. You pull yourself away from him chest and rest your head besides his, having a perfect view of his beautiful face. you couldn't be lucky you think to yourself and give his nose a little kiss before trying to fall asleep yourself.

Hii! how you been?🖤 hope you liked my first harry fanfic, in tried to make it different by trying to write the accent bc i've seen people to that n I liked it so I really hope u too🤧

Don't forget you can follow me here, I post shots about tom h, timothée c, and harry as well. You can request if you like, I would appreciated. Take care, see you soon.🦕

[flamingo-writes]

Bro I love your writing! I’m a new fanfic writer and was wondering if you can pass down your knowledge on writing lol

BRO!! I AM SO SORRY I TOOK AGES TO RESPOND!! I WANTED TO RESPOND SOONER BUT I HAVE BEEN SO BUSY AND I HAVE TO RESPOND THIS ON DESKTOP AND  NOT ON THE STUPID APP

LISTEN, I LOVE YOU AND I’LL GLADLY PASS DOWN SOME KNOWLEDGE. I may not be the best writer, but it’s honest work ok dhusihncs

keep reading under the cut bcs Long Post

Some time ago, someone asked me to share some tips, and to this day, I still agree/follow the tips I posted back then. You can read them here. 

There’ this post I once reblogged some time ago, and I do this SO MUCH like, no kidding. There’s this fic Im currently writing (surprise ruined uhdfciusfc dont ask me when, I am half way through, my writing speed is UNPREDICTABLE even for me) and it looks like this (parts blurred out bcs spoilers, and I dont wanna spoil who is this about)

[fun fact: I almost spoil who this is about, I forgot to blurr out the last patch of purple, I dare you all to guess who this is about ecughishc hint: is a fandom I recently joined]

Something specifically I do, i don’t know if others writers do it to, is start with the dialogue (pretty much like you see in the screenshot above) mostly because most of my stores start with dialogue. I write the main dialogue alone, and then add details as who said what, how they said it and details like describing actions and places.

(it’s also important to figure out how your writing process flows. I varies from writer to writer. Mostly bcs you understand how you work, and you stress less about your writing bcs you understand how it works.  My writing process is basically:

can’t sleep bcs of idea

write down dialogue

add details as to who said what, how they said it

add paragraphs describing the setting (sometimes this one comes first, then the dialogue)

editing

contemplating how good this is, maybe suffer a little

post it 

BONUS: my quality standard is: if I were a random reader, would I like this story? if the answer is FUCK YES then I post it. If it’s nope, or eeeeh, or its a pretty ok story, then no. If it’s good but not the best, most likely, I’ll post it. This also can happen at any time in my writing process. 

Its  not necessary to have a quality standard kinda checklist like I do. I’m just very strict with my work :( this is why about 10% of everything I write ends up being posted, and why I take ages to post something in this blog. 

I’m gonna add a few ss from a conversation I once had with a friend here on tumblr, where I mentioned some things about writing details without cluttering the text and make it sound robotic/boring. (please ignore the typos, I type v fast on my phone and ALWAYS have typos)

this is an example of what I mean (bellow the red line is a different way of writing the first paragraph)

note how I also managed to mention another details about the weather. 

Another tip I have, and I think I mentioned it in the ask I linked in the beginning is to read other people’s work. Not only you’ll learn new words, you’ll learn ways of describing things. 

Each writer has a unique style and voice, and most of it comes from writers absorbing little things from other writers. I hope I am making sense hcksfhcs like, there are 3 writers I read a lot when I’m trying to write smut bcs I love how they write it. I don’t straight up copy what they write bcs thats not cool, but not only they inspire me, I’m like: ooooh, this phrase in particular sounds very cool. Or “the way they describe this action is real spicy” and so on. 

Even the wording of things. I once read in some fanfic I can’t remember, but I read the phrase “[piece of clothing] hung from [their] waist” its a pretty simple phrase, but by how it’s written, I swear to god, it immediately presses buttons in my brain that make me go:

and since I first read that phrase I was like “OHOHOHO I HAVETO INCORPORATE THIS INTO MY WRITING” and stuff like that. 

Tiny details you can add into your style. And if its coming from several writers, in the end, your style is defined by the writers you like and read. And its not bad, every artist style comes from the influence of all those people the artist looks up to. 

And that’s about all I can think of right now. I might as well make a masterpost with all the posts I find with writing tips, and my own writing tips. bvfsdvbhsfj

Thank you for dropping by, and I’m sorry this turned out very long, and so late fichighvshs BUT BETTER LATE THAN NEVER ANSWERING RIGHT

[championmourned-a]

BEN PLATT  - SING TO ME INSTEAD LYRIC STARTERS

enjoy & feel free to make any changes !

1. Bad Habit

“you always say that I’d come back to you again.”

“everybody needs a friend.”

“hate to say that I love you.”

“hate to say that I need you.”

“hate to say that I want you - but I do!”

“bad habit, I know.”

“can you help me out?”

“can I lean on you?”

“you make me feel like I’m floating off the ground.”

“you make me smile with tears in my eyes.”

“i love the way you lie - i do!”

“hate to say that I’m lonely.”

“hate to say that I miss you.”

2. Ease my mind.

“most days I wake up with a pit in my chest.”

“there are thoughts that I can’t put to rest.”

“most nights I am restless & quiet wont come.”

“i lay there & wait for the sun.”

“you came out of nowhere.”

“you cut through all the noise.”

“i make sense of the madness, when I listen to your voice.”

“darling only you can ease my mind.”

“help me leave these lonely thoughts behind.”

“i can feel my sanity start to unwind.”

“for a moment I felt so afraid.”

“there are pieces i usually hide.”

“you collect me with your steady hand.”

“i feel put back together inside.”

3. Temporary love.

“i feel the gravity between us.”

“you don’t have to hide our love away.”

“we’ll hold still.”

“you’re afraid to need someone, cause you’ve been burned.”

"love is good until it’s gone, that’s what you’ve learned.”

“you don’t have to hide your love away.”

“i know that I’m gonna make mistakes.”

“this is not a temporary love.”

“now your heart is in my hands & i wont give it up.”

“you may not think I know the difference.”

“I feel the gravity between us.”

“you don’t have to hide our love away.”

“we’ll hold still.”

“both of us are gonna make mistakes.”

“look at me & tell me you don’t see it.”

“when the world around you is caving in & the wind will keep on changing, take my hand & let it spin.”

4. Grow as we go.

“you say there’s so much you dont know.”

“you gotta go & find yourself.”

“you say you’d rather be alone, cause you think you wont find it tied to someone else.”

“who said its true, that the growing only happens on your own?”

“they dont know me & you.”

“i dont think you have to leave.”

“if to change is what you need, you can change right next to me.”

“when you’re high, I take the lows.”

“we’ll take it slow & grow as we go.“

“i am unfinished, I got so much left to learn.”

“you don’t ever have to leave.“

“i dont know who we’ll become.”

“i can’t promise its not written in the stars.”

“we’re gonna see that it was better.”

“tell me you dont wanna leave.”

5. Honest man

“there’s something about you in the moonlight.”

“your eyes go so well with the day.”

“you wont let go of your layers.”

“your power can strip me away.”

“it’s easier for us to hide, if you come out, then so will I.”

“promise that i’ll meet you halfway.”

“I see every part of you.”

“i can tell you see me too, by the way that you say my name.”

“i am an honest man.”

“why can’t you take my hand?”

“I’m not what you planned.”

“I’m a save place to land.”

“you’re so afraid of tommorrow.”

“you built your walls up today.”

“you wont believe that you’re ready.”

“i see every part of you.”

“see me as i am.”

“show me that i can.”

“i know i’ve played with hearts before, don’t have the heart to play with yours.”

“when you put your trust me in, how beautiful our love could be.”

“i am who i am.”

6. Hurt me once

"you never used to bring somebody else along.”

“this used to be our thing.”

“all these little things that one can read two ways.”

“seems that I’ve forgotten how to read your face.”

“but i know you too well to get it wrong.”

“if you have to hurt me, hurt me once.”

“if you have to end it, get it done.”

“you have all these choices.”

“you’re all that I have to lose.”

“couldn’t hurt you if I wanted to.”

“one by one the memories will start to blurr.”

“you ruin the good ones.”

“don’t humor me with kindness.”

“there’s nothing kind about a hundred small betrayals.”

“if i’m disappointed, it’s cause you’re not the person I knew.”

“if i had it my way, i’d be kinder than you.”

“i’m sure I’d forgive you.”

“i’m ashamed, but I’m proud of it too.”

7. New

“wish that i’d have known this feeling was coming, when i was crying over you.”

“now that you’re gone, i carry nothing.”

“it feels like flying.”

“used to throw a party over every little thing you do.”

“never going back to that.”

„heartsick little loverboy who went & lost himself in you.“

“now I’m feeling so brand new.”

“never felt so brand new.”

“burned all your letters just for fun.”

“all of that time is easy to swallow, now that I’m better.”

8. Better

“i don’t know if you’re listenting.”

“i’m not good at pretending, that I am happy to be alone.”

“part of me is a question, I can’t answer it on my own.”

“i lost a part of me, when I lost all of you.”

“i don’t wanna come crawling.”

“i catch myself falling.”

“did you keep my sweater?”

“did you read my letter?”

“do you know me better, than I know myself?”

“i don’t feel like we’re done here.”

“you got a lock on the things I want.”

“i don’t have you to kiss now.”

“i’m putting myself to sleep.”

“but it’s me that I miss now.”

9. Share your adress

"darling, you might think it’s too soon.”

“i can’t get you out of my head now.”

“i wanna be with you til I’m dead now.”

“i want your friends to by my friends.”

“i want it all with you.”

“if i’m coming on too strong, it’s cause I waited far too long for someone just like you.”

“i wanna clean up your mess.”

“i wanna know where you hide things.”

“i know it’s too soon, too fast.”

“it feels like love.”

“i just wanna stare at your face.”

“we can overdrink at your favourite place.”

“i wanna watch you while you sleep.”

“i know I might sound like a creep.”

“i can’t help myself.”

“it’s so easy to forget, that we have barely even met.”

“i want no one else.”

“i wanna be your emergency contact.”

“it doesn’t matter where I go.”

“without you, I’ll never be home.”

“i wanna be in your photos.”

“i wanna share your address.”

10. In case you don’t live forever.

"you put all your faith in my dreams.”

“you gave me the world that I wanted.”

“what did I do to deserve you?“

“i follow your steps with my feet.”

“i’Il walk on the road that you started.”

“i’ve waited way too long to say everything you mean to me.”

“i’ll love you more than you will ever wrap your head around.”

“i’m everything that I am, because of you.”

“we’ve only got so much time.”

“you are my hero, whenever I need one.”

“i’m a man, because you taught me to be one.”

11. Older.

"life’s gonna find you, when it’s supposed to.”

“when you are younger, you wish you are older.”

“when you are older, you wish for time to turn around.”

“don’t let your wonder turn into closure.”

“have I killed my thoughts right before their prime?”

“have i bit my tongue one too many times?”

“if i wait ‘til my tommorrow comes, is the waiting all i’ve ever done?”

“will i get to know myself in the place I am?”

“will I get to fall in love with another man?”

12. Run Away

“i may not be wise & I wont save the day.”

“look in my eyes & know i’ll always stay.”

“to love is not to leave.”

“i wont run away.”

“they had a child.”

“he was funny, strange & mild.”

“you say it’s saver on your own.”

“you’d rather sleep alone, then grow to need me there.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves]

Rate that character! (Rescue bots edition)

Disclaimer:Since my post got more than 10 likes, ill be doing a review on the bots of rescue bots! Since theres a 10 picture limit, ill be doing JUST the bots in this post. With that out of the way, lets go!

Heatwave!

Heatwave, leader of the autobots. Big red hot boy, ready to kick ass, take names, and love babies. Snarky boy who is constantly ready to throw hands at any second and will defend his family. He takes no shit, neither will his team. Cares but will only admit it via threats. Secretly very stressed.

10/10 good boy that will fuck you up with no hesitation. The kind your parents don't want you to be with, but learn to love, given time. Great in berth.

Boulder!

Engineer of the group. Smart, strong boy that likes to draw. Not to be confused with tfa Bulkhead, as this one was generally smart, while tfa Bulkhead was more proficient in groundbridge building. Likes birds, flowers, drawing, most human things. Fan of nerdy jokes and supporting his friends. Honest boy

9/10. The pedes fuck me up everytime, its like hes earing Cybertroinian crocs. Petty, but my rating system. Overall you wanna bring this one home to the folks.

Chase!

Everyones favorite cop bot. Looks like hes all about beating up bad dudes, but is such a goober. Jokes go over his helm, but he tries to be funny. Tries so hard to do good, take things too seriously. Has good intentions, follows his spark. Is so the best study buddy you can ask for. Not a creative mech, but it doesn't stop him from trying. Is so underappreciated. Most likely makes odd purchases online.

10/10. Has such good lines, and is underestimated in his kindness for others. Also bot you wanna take home to the folks.

Blades!

Possibly everyones favorite character. Ironically hates flying, but does it for the team. Can't handle stress easily, but does shit for everyone else's sake. Makes most (if not all) the media references in the series. Would rather eat ice cream and watch cupcake hoarders than go on rescues. Has self esteem issues, needs constant validation. Can be selfish, but he learns from his mistakes.

9.5/10. I love him, but the selfish moments knocks him down a pinch. Calm down baby, world isnt ending! Bring him home to your parents after hes had a few hours to panic.

Optimus Prime!

Wiser than his TFA & TFP version, this Optimus is essentially the yoda of the group. Knows best, is such a good support and role model. Has faith in his boys. Knows what hes doing, at least 98% of the time. Humble as shit. Sees the glass as half full.

9/10. Crazy hot in this version? But him kiiinda choosing to ignore Heatwave sometimes makes him come off as kinda dick ish. Kinda. If your folks are cool with you dating a silver fox, definitely bring this one home.

Blurr!

Speedster if the group. Like Smokescreen in TFP, you wanna punch him in the face first. Pretty boy that comes at you way too fast, immediate asshole impression. Fucks up a lot. Acts before thinking. Ultimately cares. Kinda fuckboy-ish, but hes sweet at some other moments. Has untapped potential. You learn to like him, even if he's kinda dense. Also a unique look for a long standing character.

9/10. Blurr's spark is in a good place, and he has had GREAT character development, but im a bit tfa Blurr biased. At least this one didn't die. Bring home to your parents if you want, but it'll take a LONG time for him to cut his bullshit. But he'll make himself worth it. Kinda selfish in some moments.

Salvage!

Big chonk. Big, burly, boy with a southern tongue. Wants to help. Will help fix stuff around your house if you call him over. Clever boy, hates throwing things away. Likes to scavenge for nicknacks. Easy to buy for. Sometimes his inventions go haywal, but he gets all the points for trying. Probably collects odd things.

10/10. Cute chunkies with accents kill me. Plus he tries so hard for his friends. Even for Blurr, who was gonna leave him to fucking die.

Quickshadow!

Spy fem! Is gorgeous. Will insult your face in the slyest way possible, then punch it after. Calm, cool, james bond in training. Clever british. Thinks she knows best, but needs support. Never thinks of a back up plan. Didn't get enough love as she should've. Is cool and knows it

9/10. Id do 10/10 if i got to know her a bit more. Take her home to the folks, just be weary. She might boast about herself, under the impression shes being factual. Be supportive, and she'll return the favor.

Servo!

Goodest boy. Beep beep beep. Is handy, eager to help. Cutest boy on the team. Multitool all wrapped in a good boy bundle. Give him pets and love him. Will love you forever. Pls dont scold him.

10/10. Goodest boy. Robo dogs so pure

Hightide!

Commander of the seas!(and my heart). Old, irish (or scottish. Or maybe im stupid) bastard. Is great with kids, probably has some of his own. Gives shit when hes trying to make you better. Will tease you. Is down to party, often doesnt think of his affects on others. Firm handed. Will accidentally make you feel like shit, but is quick to try again in his mistakes. Sexy as hell.

10/10. Im weak for older, burly bots who talk to me like he would. Wish he had more attention.

[saltynemo]

Snuck Out

WHATADO Everybody its your boi Nemo back at it again with another fanfiction. I had an amazing sex dream about the one and only, Tyler Joseph, and I decided to make a fanfiction about it, since I haven't wrote about Tyler in a long time. Plus, I got a request to do an ‘Anything Tyler’, so its a win win.

Summery: Tyler convinces Y/n to sneak into a club together and then Tyler gets jealous/angry at her for her acts. Y/n needs to be reminded who she belongs to

Type: Smut

Warnings: Cursing, Rough sexual content, alcohol reference, under age drinking, clubbing (going to a club), little daddy/dollface/doll kink, slight choking, over stimulation, getting caught, very little degradation ,Idk idk

Requested?: Yee

Word Count: 6.5k (6,536 words)

So without further a do, P-P-P-P-PLAY IT:

Ever since I introduced my mother to Tyler Joseph, she has insisted on me stop hanging out with him. "He is a bad influence" She states. To be honest, I have learned a lot of ways to make a fake ID with him, so I can see her point of view. Hes a bad boy and I dig that. Plus, just because my mom tells me not to chill with him, doesnt mean im going to listen to her.

Since I cant have Tyler around when my moms at home with me, me and him have our special little dates together. We usually sneak out together at 12 am, and go have fun. The worst action we have done together is sneak into a club thats about a block away from my house. And thats just what were going to do right now...

I take a swig from a Red Bull by my side, feeling the caffeine rush through my body. I sense a buzz next to me and I nearly jump out of my bed from excitement. Tonight is, once again, me and Tyler's night out together. I check my notifications and see he just texted me:

Tyler :P- Hey Y/n/n! Im across the street from your house Y/n- Are you crazy?! My mom is..asleep. Anyway, what are you doing out there? I usually walk to your house. Tyler :P- I thought a change of plan would be nice ;) Maybe we can sneak into the club again, like we did a while ago. Y/n- Hunny, last time we did that, they nearly called the cops. Are you sure you wanna take that risk again? What if they ask for an ID? Tyler :P- Trust me, they wont. This town is fuckin stupid. Come on, we'll have fun :) Y/n- I dont know about this..I mean im all up for danger, but this is kind of risky. Tyler :P- Oh come on..for me? :( Y/n- Oh okay! Fine. Ill be out in a minute

I get up from my bed and check my window, moving the blinds aside. And sure enough, I see Tyler; sitting down on the curb with his phone. I giggle and stroll to my walk-in-closet, looking for some clothing that could look like im in my 20's-which im not.

I picked out a red Thrasher sweater that cut off to my belly button, along with some jean short shorts. I slipped them on and check myself out in the mirror, noticing something was missing. I looked closer to my face, relizing if I was going to be in a club, I would need some slutty make-up.

I slipped into the bathroom, slowly closing the door so it wouldnt creak. I open my make-up kit, thinking of something that could look nice, but not too slutty. Would some red lipstick and smokey eyeshadow count? I shrug, grabbing the cosmetics needed. I apply the Ruby Luiquid to my lips, immitating a kiss to see if the magic worked. Of course, it did. I giggle, setting down my lipstick and focusing on my eyes. I dont think my eyeshadow is needed..I look pretty damn cute.

I sneak out of the bathroom, peaking behind my mother's cracked bedroom door. I large snore is erupting from the corner of the room. I roll my eyes, bouncing back to my room. I grab my phone and slip it into my back pocket.

I look in my mirror, checking myself out before I go. My height looks horribly small..I think they could spot that im not at least 21 years old quickly. Fuck it, Im definitely not wearing heels tonight. I slip on my usual red socks and black vans and grabbed some cash. I paused for a little bit, noticing my mother's purse was in my room. I look back at my door way, glancing to see if the ogre has awaken. I quicky, but quietly, grab my mom's wallet, searching for her card. Yes! Its here! Hasnt my mother learned yet? I slip it into my jean pocket and place the wallet back into the purse.

I sneak down the hallway, hoping that the hard wooden floor wouldnt creak at a sudden movement. I slowly open the front door, looking outside. I see Tyler, hoodie up and still on his phone. I slip out and close the door, locking it behind me. I jog to him, smiling at how cute he looked. He picked up his head and smiled, "Oh, Hey! Took you long enough" I chuckled, stopping right in front of him. He paused, scanning my face. "Whats with the make-up?" He asks, moving hair out of my features. I roll my eyes, "Were going to a club, Ty. There will be a ton load of sluts there" I inform, giggling. "Gotta blend in" I add, jazzing my hands up. We both share a  laugh and start to move down the street.

"Oh and by the way, I brought my mom's card" I say, pulling it out of my pocket and showing it to him. His eyes widened, but flashed a small smile, "You know the pin number..?" He asks, grabbing it from me and scanning it. I smirk, "And her signature" I add, taking it back from him and stuffing the rectangle back into my pocket. "I've taught you see well" He chuckles, putting me into a choke hold and ruffling my hair. I grip his forearm with both hands, giggling as I try to make him release me. We both laugh, him finally letting me go.

We went back to walking, a little too quiet for my liking. "So, did you bring any cash?" I ask, trying to kick the silence away. "I brought $40 of my mom's money" He says, feeling his back pocket to make sure its still there. "Our moms havent learned to hide their money" I say, looking over to him. He smiles, his dimples engraving in his skin.

*TIME SKIP Brought to you by Patrick's Fedora*

We turn a corner, the red Club lights blurry in our vision. We stop for a minute, eyeing out our location. "So, how do I look?" I ask, turning my body so its facing Tyler. "Do I look at least 21 years old?" Tyler just stares at me, scanning up and down my torso and legs. "Um- *cough* yea, deffinetly. You look amazing" He says, looking back up to my eyes. I smile, blushing like crazy, "You look older than 18-let me just say that" I giggle, playfully poking his chest. He rolls his eyes, "Come on, lets do this." We start walking towards the entrance, holding hands to make our disguise look believable.

Once we reached the line, we eyeballed the Security Guard; crossed arms and black T-Shirt that was obviously too tight. I looked at Tyler, giving him a worried expression. "Hey, they wont say anything" He whispers to me. "We have done this before, Y/n" I roll my eyes, smiling.

We stepped in front of the guard, looking up to the 6 foot tall man. He glared at us, squinting his eyes and looking at us closley. "You have an ID?" He asks, his voice rusty and cracked. I gulped, pretending to search my pockets for it. "Hey! Is that guy ok?!" Tyler suddenly shouted, pointing to a man laying on the ground; beer bottle in one hand and drooling. Must have past out. The Guard imediatly rushed over to him, yelling 'Hey, sir! Are you alright!?'. Tyler grabbed my hand, quickly walking into the club. Men and Woman were shouting 'Those kids went inside!' or just plain pointing to us. Tyler's grip on my hand tightened as we were greeted with blaring music, red and white flashing lights, and drunk sweaty men & woman.

He looked back at me, smirking as we started to blend in with the dancing crowd. He turned around and held both of my hands, leading me to the middle. I laughed, him letting me go. We started dancing, trying to fit with the crowd around us.

The lights and crowd around us were a blurr. Tyler and I were only focused on eachother, and also the ground to make sure we dont trip on eachother's feet. A couple of times, we had to move to a new location cause the Guard was looking for us. I guess thats what you get for sneaking into a club.

Suddenly, Tyler grabbed my hand, dragging me out of the dancing people. I quirked my eyebrow. Whats his plan this time? Get me drunk? He led me to the bar, finally letting go of my hand and looking at me. "Ok, whats your plan?" I ask, smiling since I was so confused. He smirks, at me, turning around and talking to the bar tender. I couldnt hear what he was saying, due to the noise in the club, but I knew it was evil. I heard him say the word 'hardest', and I knew right then and there what he was looking for.

Tyler payed the bar tender and turned around with a glass in his hand. I stared at the bubbling luiquid for a while, contemplating on what it was. I guess I was right..he is gonna get me drunk. "Hey Y/n" He said, waving the drink around slowly to snap me out of my daze. I give him a sarcastic look, "I dont wanna get drunk tonight" Tyler rolls his eyes, not wanting that answer. Suddenly, he grabs my waist, pulling me close to him. I lay my head back, giggling, "Joseph, what has gotten into y-". He puts the drink to my lips, making me open them and take in the alcohol. It tasted sweet, strong, sour, pretty much all of the flavors I could think of, I was tasting.

He sat me back up and took the drink away from my lips. "Tyler, what was that?" I ask, whiping them. He giggles, "Oh, it was nothing. Just the strongest drink they had on the menu" He put the glass down on the bar table. I raise my eyebrows at him, "Joseph, Im a light-weight. That drinks' gonna get me hammered" I say, lightly pushing him. "Thats the point" He chuckles, adding a wink. Damnit, why did I agree to go to a club with him? I already felt the alcohol rush through my veins, brushing up againts every cell. "Come on, Y/n/n. Lets get back on the dance floor" He cheers, grabbing my hand and leading me back into the crowd.

*TIME SKIP Brought to you by Wet Ones (keeping things wet since 1988)*

I was suprised that I didnt get as drunk as Tyler intended to. In fact, I was pretty sober enough to solve a math equation. Funny how Tyler wanted me to get drunk, and he was the one who got intoxicated.

We were grooving next to a barricade that blocked off a private room. I held my phone up over my head as Tyler stood behind me. I started recording us dancing, just to save the memory. I swayed my hips to the beat, giggling at how goofy I was. I held the phone at the tip of my fingers, trying to get him and I in one shot. Accidently, I dropped it behind the barricaded. I groaned bending over the barricade. I was so close to reaching it, but my arm wasnt long enough. I, stupidly, went farther over the barricade, finally reaching my phone. Suddenly, I felt hands on my hips, pulling me back. I began to squirm, trying to make the hands release me, but I only turn around to see Tyler. He had a look of stone as an expression. He almost looked...mad?

He let go of my hips, suddenly grabbing my hand. He started making his way out of the club, dragging me towards the exit. "Tyler? What is it?" I ask, trying free my hand, but his grip only gets tighter. What has gotten into him? We storm out of the club, his face still stone cold.

The rest of our little walk was a blurr. No talking, just silence and some of the crickets chirping around us. It was an awkward silence, him still holding my wrist, but not as tightly as before, and his face as serious as before. Was it something I did? What if he just drops me home and I never speak to him again? What did I do to diserve this? A million of questions and concerns filled my mind, making my heart beat sprint faster.

Before I knew it, I was at Tyler's house, in his room, on his bed. He paced around the room, staring at the posters around the area. The silence was unbarable. I hid my face in my palms, thinking of what to say to him or what to do. I quickly stand up from the bed, looking over to him; he looked back. "Tyler, I- Tell me whats wrong? Was it something I did? What-" I start to say, but was cut off by a kiss.

I was suprised at first, being taken off cause the gesture was so out of place, but after a couple seconds, I kissed back. The make out was over all rough; he grabbed the sides of my head, pulling us deeper into kiss. I felt him push forward, making me back up untill I hit the wall. He moved his hands down the the sides of my neck, holding it gently. His thumb brushed across an area that made me jump a little. I felt him smirk againts my lips, moving his mouth down from mine, to my jawline. He nibbled and sucked on my jaw. I silently moaned, placing my hand on his shoulder. I bit my lip, trying to quiet myself down so I wasnt too loud.

"Y/n, you have no idea how long I have wanted this" He huffed againts my jaw, putting my skin between his teeth. He brough his head back up, locking his eyes with mine. "Your so beautiful, baby" He groans, kissing me roughly. I moaned into the kiss, trying to match his movements. "The way you...brushed your perfect...little ass againts me" He whispers between kisses. He brough his hand up and cupped my ear, rubbing my lobe gently. "And I..." He groaned. "Do not share" He put his index finger againts my lip. I faintly smirked, bringing out my tounge and licking the skin. Tyler's eyes fluttered closed, biting his lip. "Your such a tease, Y/n" He says through gritted teeth.

He pulled out his finger, wiping it clean on his shirt. I giggled softly, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth. He looked at me with the same cold expression he had before, making a chill run up and down my back. He stepped closer to me, even though we were already face to face. He slid his hands around my waste; anywhere and everywhere he touched made a trail of warmth. I eyeballed his hand, which was making its way up my cut off sweater. I held my hands behind my back, holding my hand with the other. I look up to his beautifle face, admiring it. He smirks, looking up to me and locking eyes. I couldnt take it anymore. I instantly cupped his face with my hands, kissing him. I needed more of him, God he was perfect...

We went back in the past; him bringing his hand up and cupping it around my neck, brushing his thumb across the same area that made me jump. Tyler smirked againts my lips, slowly inching his way down to my jawline, like before. He didnt stay at my jawbone for long, because before I knew it, he was going down on my neck, sucking the skin and nibbling on it. I let out a groan, biting my lip and trying to keep myself quiet. "My parents arnt home....be as loud as you want, babygirl" He said between bites and kisses againts my neck, suddenly finding my sweet spot with a pinch. I let out a moan, following his information. He snickerd againts my neck, sucking the spot harder, making a hickey form. I gently hold on to his head, not wanting him to stop.

Once he was satisfied with the small purple bruise on my neck, he departured from my neck with a slight pop. He locks a gaze with me, his eyes reading lust. We bothed giggled. He grabbed my waist, ordering my to jump. I do as told, wrapping my legs around his waste and arms around his neck. I look down at him, rubbing my nose againts his. He smiles his cute smile, flashing his teeth. While he started walking towards the bed, I took matters into my own hands and took off my crop top. He tossed me onto the bed, watching me bounce up and down the springs. He didnt hesitate to jump onto to my right away, laying over me and continuing out make out session.

Tyler tangled his hands in my hair as I did the same to him, gripping the sides of his hips with my legs as he began to slowly grind on me. He reattached his lips to mine, kissing with force. He slid his tongue into my mouth without permission, making me relize he liked his dominance. Teasingly, I bit his tongue gently, just to see his reaction. He smiled againts my lips, "Better watch it, doll." Oh, Damn. That name gave me chills up and down my back. He must have noticed my goosebumps, because he smirked and started rubbing my prickled arm gently. "You like that name, dont you doll" I bit my lip, nodding intensly to try to shake away another chill. He chuckled darkly, returning his attention back to lips, then neck.

He inched his way down to my jawline, sucking and nibbling on the skin. I let out a breath, feeling the tension slip away. Damn, hes good at this. "Do me a favor and take this shirt off before I rip it off" He orders, feeling the material of my cut off sweater. "Its actually a crop top, but ok" I reply with a bitchy attitude, smirking as I take off my crop. "I said watch it, doll. I dont wanna gag you now" He warned, suddenly grabbing my chin and jerked it so I was facing him. "You got it?" He asks, using his tiny thumb (sorry not sorry) to carress my bottom lip. I nod slowly, gulping down the lump in my throat. "Answer me verbally" He barks, holding my chin tighter. "Yes, daddy" I answer, smirking internally. I can tell he is taken back by this, due to the squint in his eyes. "What did you say?" He asks, smiling a little. "Yes, daddy" I repeat, biting down on his thumb a little. "Damn, this is gonna be fun" He says, removing his hand from my chin and pushing me back down on the bed.

He continues his kissing trails, down from my lower neck, to my belly button, not missing a beat or even hesitating. I arch my back a little, letting my hands roam blindly behind me, starting to try and unhook my bra. I reach my goal, throwing my black lace bra aside. He glances at the thrown peice of clothing, only to put his attention to me. "Jeez, your perfect" He says, biting his lip as he reaches hands out forward to touch my breasts. One of his fingers trace my nipple, making it harden quickly and I gasp. He snickers darkly, finally kneading both of my breasts gently. I let out a breath of relazation as Tyler kneads both of my tits, letting my eyes flutter closed. Suddenly, I feel a wetness on my left one, making me relize he has attached his mouth to it. I let out a soft moan, feeling him nibble and suck on the sensitive skin. With the other hand on my right breast, he used his thumb to circle over the nipple, making it harder than I thought it could ever be. I groan in fustration. Tyler gotta take his old sweet time, dont he?

He finally left my chest, looking over my breasts to see his work. I look down, noticing not one, but several bruises scattered all over the area. I could see the proudness in his eyes, his lips spreading with satistfactory. I giggled at him, moving hair away from my face. He pushes me on the chest, making me lay back down. I do as told, making sure im comfortable, since I know I wont be leaving this position anytime soon.

He starts off where he left off; circling kisses around my belly button to tease me. I hum, licking my lips then biting them. He finally answered my prayers, and continued his trail of kisses downward, heading towards my clothed pelvis. I wiggled slightly, letting him know I was getting sick of his teasing. He smirked, "Patience, doll" He said, toying with the edge of my shorts. I groaned in fustration, and somewhat pleasure. The feeling of Tyler Joseph touching me this way felt almost, illegal, which turned me on more. He was an illegal boy.

He started tugging down my jeans, trying to slide them off. I lifted my hips upward, helping him take them off. He reached his goal and threw the shorts to Narnia. "The grand prize" He mutters, poking at my entrance through my panties. I giggle, moaning slightly at the feeling.

He teases my clothed access point with his middle finger. "Are you gonna be all nice and wet for me, doll?" He asks, glancing up to me. If he keeps on playing with this Doll kink I have, I might just cum at his words. Suddenly, slides a finger in between my folds, slightly moving my panties out of the way. We both gasp; him surprised of how wet I am and me incredibly horny. "D-drenched" He stuttered, chuckling darkly as he began to slowly curl them. I tangle my hands in my hair, my mouth wide open as I take in a deep breath. Letting out a moan, I scrunch my face up. I havent felt like this in a long time, I forgot what it was like to have someone else's fingers in me!

He continued to hook his middle didget, untill I was panting and moaning his name. "Oh my God, Daddy, shit!" I practically scream, removing my hands from my hair and gripping the sheets. I could see the smirk poking out of his mouth, curling his finger more. I bit my lip and gripped the sheets harder untill my knuckles were white, the skin on my lips breaking away from my teeth, and my eyes squinting shut. I didnt want to be too loud, thinking the neighbors would come over and ruin the fun. "I dont hear you crying out for me, doll. I know you got it in you" He suddenly, some how, thrusts his finger deeper, making me moan out his nickname. Tyler must have gotten an idea, because he uncurled his finger, and started to thrust his middle digit in and out at a moderate pace. I loosened the grip I had on the sheets, still feeling pleasurable, but somewhat relaxed.

He suddenly took out his finger, leaving me cold. He leaned over me, ordering me to open my mouth. I obeyed, opening it wide. He stuck his wet finger into my mouth, almost all the way down to my throat. I twirl my tongue around it, humming. His eyes fluttered shut, him mouthing the word 'Fuck'. "Damn, I love you, dollface" He said, replacing his digit with his mouth. He was rough and needy in the kiss; my own were probably hungry and begging.

He broke away from the kiss, kneeling back down in front of me. He toyed with the stretchy part of my panties, twisting and feeling the lacey material. I hummed, "Please", barley above a whisper. "Please what?" He asked sharply, scratching my hip bone as he continued to fondle with my underwear. I whimpered, "Please daddy" He smirks at how much control he has over me. Finally, he begins to slide my lingerie down, taking his good old sweet time. I lift my hips slightly as the material skates across my hips, exposing my woman hood. I close my legs as I feel the mixture of Tyler's breathing, and the rush of cold air. Trying to regain the moment, I use my toe to point to where he should throw my lingerie. He snickers, throwing it to where I pointed. "Dont be shy, love" He says in a relaxing tone, resting his hands on my knees. I nodded, letting him spread my legs apart. He let my legs fall to my sides, me finally relaxing, knowing Tyler wont judge. "How can you be shy when you have such a beautiful pussy?" He says, gently rubbing his hand over the wetness thats in my thighs. I choke out a quiet moan, hanging my head back.

Suddenly, he slides 2 fingers in, making me gasp and moan in surprise. It could have been an accident from how wet I was. Either way, he started thrusting his fingers in and out slowly, my body shriveled from pleasure. I heard the sloshiness sound between my thighs as he picked up the pace, him whispering and praising me for how good and obediant I was. I felt the pooling in my stomach increase in intensity as he continued to thrust his fingers in and out. "Oh my God, Fucking hell-Im so close!" I moan out, gripping the sheets roughly. Tyler smirks, picking up his other hand and placing it on my clit, rubbing it hard. I scrunch my face up, preparing for my orgasm.

As time progresses and his fingers continue, I was a moaning mess; hair in my face, lipstick smudged from Tyler's passionate kisses, and just a something you would expect a girl to look like in a porno. He took his fingers off my clit, putting them to his side. Just as I was about to cum, his digits made a 'come hither' motion inside me, making me lose myself and fall over the edge. I fell hard, my body quaking with pleasure as Tyler's fingers didnt slow down. It was like I was falling from the sky, and I wasnt even close to the ground. The corners of my eyes faded to a foggy eroma as I scrunch my eyes and let out the biggest pornographic moan I could make.

I came down from my high, hitting the ground as he pulled out his fingers. Unexpectantly, he brought his tongue down on my folds, giving it a long and slow lick, adding overstimulation. I moaned, what almost seemed like a cry, in pleasure, gripping the sheets for some support. He tried to stay away from my clit, knowing I was already overstimulated enough. I could tell Tyler enjoyed my juices, from the noise he created, vibrating againts my womanhood; making me moan louder. He gave one last lick, making sure to get my clit before lifting his head up. He ran a finger up my folds, collecting the wetness onto his finger. I whimpered, biting my lip. He fit his digit into his mouth, letting his eyes flutter close at the taste. He groaned, taking out his finger with a pop, "You taste amazing-almost like peaches covered in honey" He informed, leaning over me. I giggled as he placed his red, swollen lips onto mine. Letting him gain entrance into my mouth, I tasted myself on his tongue, making the experience even more thrilling.

He pulled away, ordering me to sit on the edge of the bed. I do as told, crawling over to the edge as I watch his sit down on the bed, kicking his shoes off. He layed againts the frame of crib as he started to unbuckle his belt. I shoo his hand away, taking matters into my own palms. He smiled, putting his hands down on his sides. Once I figured out how to unbuckle his sash, I start tugging them down, Tyler lifting his hips up to help me. I threw them to WhoVille blindly, staring at the growing bulge that is still clothed; but not for long.

I tease the erection with my hand, squeezing and feeling it up and down. He groaned in pleasure, tilting his head back so it hit the wall. I smirked up to him, snaking a hand into his boxers and feeling his cock. I recieved a gasp from him, probably cause my hands were a little warm, but still gave him pleasure. With my other hand, I slid down his briefs with no trouble, throwing them somewhere in the room. I took my hand off of his shaft and spat on it, soon returning my palm to it. I began to slowly pump it, recieving low groans and moans. I really want to tease him...but would he approve? Fuck it, im gonna do it. I use my index finger to gently rub the slit of hit cock, moving it downward from the shaft to the end. "Stop teasing me doll, you wont like the outcome" He growls, biting his lip. I giggle, staring at the beads of pre cum oozing out of the slit.

I lifted my head up so it was in birds eye view of his dick. Suddenly, I felt a hand snake through my hair, pulling it out of my face. I glance up and smile as I began to slowly ease my head down on to the bell like tip. I swirled my tongue around the point of it, using my other hand to pump what I didnt have in my mouth. Tyler groaned in satisfactory, letting his eyes close. "I said, stop teasing" He ordered, putting pressure on the back of my head. I slowly slid my mouth down his shaft, him still pushing my head down. I hallowed my cheeks and slacked my jaw, giving him full power of my mouth. His grip on my hair tightens as he begins to bob my head up and down, the wetness of my mouth sloshing with each bob. He gives an 'Ah Fuck', paired with a strangled groan; by far the best noise I heard come out of his swollen mouth.

After a couple of bobs, I figured he wanted to take matters into his own hands, because he starting thrusting his hips up; or in other  words, fucking my mouth. A couple of times, I felt his tip rub the back of my throat, causing me to gag. I moaned around his cock, blinking away tears. "Im almost finished with you doll, just a little bit longer" He explained, his thrusts growing faster and harsher. I nodded, gripping the bed sheets to prepare. I felt his cock twitch in my throat, expecting him to be pushed over the edge; but I thought wrong. He instantly stopped, pulling me off of his throbbing cock with a pop. I looked at him with confusion, rubbing my eyes that were filled with tears, "But you didnt cum yet" I said, making it almost sound like a question. He nodded, "Waiting is the best part. And Id rather cum in that sweet little pussy of yours anyway" He says, adding a wink. I blush intensly, moving my face away from his crotch.

Tyler orders me to take is place, laying my head on the pillows. I do as told, watching him remove his shirt and socks. Once he was out of the way, I sit back, placing my head on a pillow and putting one in the small of my back. He climbed on top of me, letting me take a moment to scan his torso; Tan chest, ink painted into his skin, and the skinny, but muscular, torso of his. He took a grip onto his shaft, teasing my folds with it, making sure it was wet enough. I let out a gasp, moaning slightly. "Are you ready, doll?" He asks, laying his face down in the crew of my neck. "Y-yes" I choke out, biting my lip in anticipation. Immediatly, he thrusted his cock into my enterance, letting out a groan. I nearly drew blood from my lip I was biting so hard. I didnt know he was that big. I sucked his dick, how did I not know?! I whimpered, then moaning; I have never felt so full in my life. I saw Tyler struggling over me, fighting the urge to move. I turned my head, facing over to his ear, "Destroy me" I whispered, smirking internally. His control breaks, he begins to slam into me rapidly, building an incredible rythem that took away my breath. The muscles in his arms stand out above me, holding himself over me, angling each thrust to hit that one spot inside of me that brought me to life earlier.

"Holy, T-tyler!" I scream, wrapping my arms around him, trying to find support for the massive sex we were having. Suddenly, he grabbed the base of my throat, pressing down hard. "What did you say?" He asks harshly, making his thrusts deeper and harder. I grab his wrist, moving it up so it held at the mid of my throat. He smirked, finding a new kink I had. Tyler Joseph holding my throat like this was almost illegal, like taboo; that turned me on more. He answered my wishes, squeezing the middle tighter. "D-daddy!" I corrected in a strangled moan, throwing my head back in pleasure. He was fucking me with such force that the bed frame knocked againts the wall with each thrust. Once again, I felt the pooling in my stomach stirr up. I clenched around him, letting out a pornographic moan. "Close already doll? Pathetic" He spat, saliva sprayed onto my chest, dripping down over my breasts. "Im-oh my God, Im so close!" I scream. He smirked, suddenly slowing down his thrusts. I let out a sigh, feeling relaxed. 

He threw the pillow that was under my back to the side, replacing it with his hands. He picked me up, his cock sliding out of me with a pop. He picked me up as I wrapped my legs around him. He carried me to a local wall, nearly slamming me againts it. He placed his forarm over my throat, holding me inplace againts the wall. "Get ready to start screaming" He simply said, sliding back into me. I let out a groan, my wishes being fuffiled with his raging cock. He instantly started fucking me againts the wall. This position was amazing, he was able to get all the places he couldnt have gotten before. My eyes squeezed shut at the pleasure raking through my body; it hurt so much, but damn I needed this from Tyler Robert Joseph. "I-Im gonna cum, oh fucking HELL!" I scream, seeing black spots appear infront of me as I open my eyes. "Im not fucking done with you just yet, hold it in" He barks, some how fucking me faster. I moaned as I hit my head againts the wall, pleasure struckin. I held onto my orgasm, trying not to let it slip out of my clutch, but with the force Tyler was fucking me at, and the moans and groans coming from his mouth let me loose it.

I didnt have time to warn him that I was about to cum, it just happened. I rolled my eyes back into my head as I clenched around his cock. I moan in pure ecstasy as I cum around his throbbing shaft, closing my eyes tightly. "Since you like to cum without my permission, your gonna c-cum again" He spat, snaking a hand between us and rubbing my clit. I gasped, letting out the loudest pornagraphic moan I could let out. I grabbed the wrist that was rubbing my clit, scrunching my face up and panting histeracally. He smirked and started rubbing faster anyway. I used my other hand to try and push him away; the pleasure was over whelming my body. "Ah ah no you dont" He says, making his forearm push harder on my throat. I lost my oxygen, losing my voice and my energy, closing my eyes. "D-daddy, F-fu-cking he-ll!" I choke out, whimpering. "Hold on, im almost there" He warns, letting his mouth gape open. "Look at me, dollface" He says, removing his hand from my clit and cupping it to my chin. "Let me see those pretty eyes" He says, biting his lip. I open my eyes, staring into his own. They where dialated, the cocoa color ablaze. He panted out a moan, mouth gaping. "Oh-oh, fucking-" He choked out as he spilled into me. His cock twitched and throbbed, triggering my 3rd orgasm. I milked his cock with my convulsing walls, both of us pleasure struckin and talking like we were in a pornographic film. Curses and moans and groans fell from both of our mouths as we rode out our orgasms till we were both too sensitive to continue on.

Tyler leaned his forehead against mine, both of us still out of breath. We shared a laugh at how shook we were. "I cant move" I whisper out, my voice a little horse from my screaming and moaning earlier. "I dont want to move" I add, letting out a sigh. "Me either, Y/n" He says, his voice deep. "I could keep you like this all day and night and not get sick of it" He says, moving away from the wall slowly. I wrap my arms around him for support as he starts to walk back to the bed.

With all the energy he had left, he carefully laid me down on one side; using all of his strength to limp to the other. He plopped down onto the bed, sprawling out. We both inhaled and exhaled deeply, turning our heads to look at each other. "Should I walk you to your house?" He asks, holding out a hand to my cheek, rubbing the skin. I smile faintly, "Ill make up some excuse that I needed some alone time or something-I dont know" I shrug weakly. He smiles his cute smile, the one that was near and dear to his heart. "Im suggesting you wanna sleep over here?" He says, getting under the bed covers. I join with him, "Is that alright with you?" I ask in a sarcastic tone, grinning like a goofball. "Does a piano have a G note?" He says sarcastically. "Ill take that as a yes" I answer, cuddling up to him. He wraps his arm around me, my head laying on his inked chest. "Night, Joseph" I say, only above a whisper. "Night, Doll" ............. I open my eyes to rays of sunshine displayed on the ends of the bed. I feel Tyler playing with my hair, stroking my forehead and running his hands through strands. "Good morning" I whisper, smiling faintly. "Mornin'" He says, turning me so im facing him. We look into our eyes for a little bit; not moving or speaking. All of the sudden, we hear steps from outside the door. Our eyes opened in shock, his big brown pupils shaking in terror of what was about to happen. Neither of us moved, only stared. The door suddenly opened, revealing the one and only, Kelly Joseph. "Tyler, honey! Breakfast is re-TYLER! YOUR IN BIG TROUBLE MISTER!"

(I hope you enjoyed the laughs and pleasures and pains my fanfic has brought to you. Sometimes its nice to have an intense sex dream with Tyler Joseph. But truly, I hope Tyler doesn't read this lol. But anyway, I hope you liked it and cya next time :D)

[verdigrisprowl]

Apr 18 Blurr’s Horror Stream - The Similars

It was like a really long Twilight Zone episode, in Spanish.

Welcome to the 'speedxstealer' room. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He thought you might like to see yourself as he knows your kind.]] B l u r r: / wrinkles nasal / Gratitude? ItsyBitsySpyers: *A quiet point in Rumble and Frenzy's directions.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[For -their- gifts.]] B l u r r: Ah, well. No need to thank me for that. B l u r r: I like your little squadron ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Then for safeguarding Frenzy.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Either way, you are welcome to keep it.]] B l u r r: ... Well, thanks, Soundwave. /flicks finials / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Small nod.* B l u r r: / smirks and looks to his left/ We'll watch it later. /mumbles and walks to his couch / B l u r r: Looks like it's you and us tonight, mech. /points to Soundwave and co. / ItsyBitsySpyers: [[That's fine.]] B l u r r: / nods and settles./ You should let me know what else your mechs like. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Considers this* FakeProwl: *wow, he didn't miss any* B l u r r: Hey, Rumble. B l u r r: Question. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He lives with a hunter, an artist, a fighter, a... construction mech, a fuel hound, someone who likes anything simple and happy, and one who likes puzzles and games.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Decides it's not his place to tell Blurr that Rumble writes.* B l u r r: / nods and takes mental notes / ItsyBitsySpyers: //Hmm?//' Looks up from the book. //Yeah?// ItsyBitsySpyers: *And Soundwave pings Prowl hello.* B l u r r: / chin claws / Who would you be in the great American Musical, hn? Are you more a Hamilton? FakeProwl: *pings back. sits with Soundwave* B l u r r: / wave at prowl / B l u r r: [[ lemme know when yall are ready ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: //Oh. -Oh.- Um. I mean...// He's suddenly rather awkward, no? //I - I dunno. I ain't a human.// ItsyBitsySpyers: ((ready when you two are)) B l u r r: Oh, come on. Personality wise? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soft or hard light today?* FakeProwl: *there's nobody here to hotspot off of. unless Blurr's on Cybertron, it's soft light.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *He scratches his head a little.* //I dunno. I like the whole - y'know, them whole four in the start.// ItsyBitsySpyers: *And in that case, Soundwave will be careful not to swipe his arm through Prowl's avatar while rearranging himself for comfort's sake. Bad habit otherwise. Mustn't develop that.* B l u r r: Yeah? /leans back in his seat/ I don't know. I think I would be more... Lafayette. /wiggles claw/ Little bit of Hamilton. B l u r r: More Lafayette. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Heh. Ya got the ships.// B l u r r: And guns. FakeProwl: ((ready when you are)) B l u r r: [[ cool ]] B l u r r: [[ btw i am not sure if this movie is in english lmfao ]] B l u r r: [[ I don't think it is ]] B l u r r: [[ EITHER WAYm SUBS IS FINE ?? ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((unexpected but fine)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((puff u can practice ur spanish) FakeProwl: ((apparently lol)) B l u r r: [[ sorry. ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((np!)) FakeProwl: ((it's fine)) B l u r r: In any case, if you want other things from Earth, let me know. B l u r r: *you guys B l u r r: I frequent the planet often. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Yeah, I will ItsyBitsySpyers: ! Honest!// ItsyBitsySpyers: *Zori crawls up onto the couch on Soundwave's other side and buries his face in Soundwave's arm. So much rain and thunder!* FakeProwl: *glances curiously at Zori, then back at the movie* B l u r r: /crosses arms and tilts helm at the movie / ItsyBitsySpyers: @P: (txt): Acid rain feared. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Is it common on your Cybertron?» B l u r r: / flicks finials / B l u r r: I always had a soft spot for Earth's many languages. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[As does he.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Not yet. Other ally's. Stories heard. B l u r r: This language sounds a lot like what they spoke in various parts of Iacon back home. B l u r r: Well, when Iacon was alive. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Do you have recordings of it?]] B l u r r: Of Iacon? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[And of its inhabitants speaking.]] B l u r r: Well, /I/ speak it. B l u r r: But, I'm sure I have some recordings somewhere. /looks to his left/ I remember you taking some on that trip- yes, you remember. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Stares a little harder at Blurr. What was...?* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Tiny helm shake. Glances back at screen.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[When you have the opportunity to look. You need not trouble yourself right now.]] FakeProwl: (("I don't think now is the best time to bring a baby into the world." "Well thanks for that suggestion, I'll go eight months in the past and let myself know.")) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((LOL)) B l u r r: [[ LOL ]] B l u r r: Well, I'm sure we have it. /shifts and vents/ Dodge says he'll help me look after the movie ItsyBitsySpyers: *That makes two who have fallen and shaken. Is there a plague?* FakeProwl: Asking her if this has happened before WHILE it's happening seems ineffective. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Again? Interesting. He'll listen to Blurr's thoughts a little closer than usual for now.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Thank you, Dodge.]] B l u r r: / flicks finials and waves a claw/ He says you're welcome. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\THIS GONNA BE ZOMBIES?\\ B l u r r: I don't know about zombies... FakeProwl: Why were they so alarmed about hair growing on a human's face? That's normal, isn't it? B l u r r: Zombies would be up by now. FakeProwl: The seizure isn't, obviously. But hair is. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He does not know. They grow hair many places. He sees no reason for alarm.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...Beyond the contagion.]] FakeProwl: ... I think the mother is more of a problem than the child. Drugging him for speaking. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Agreed.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: //...I'm seein' scrap. How's the same human in all them places?// B l u r r: I'm confused. /tilts helm/ FakeProwl: ... Maybe it happened to him first. FakeProwl: Has he looked at himself in a mirror lately? Maybe he doesn't know. FakeProwl: ... Has he given any indication yet that he realizes they look like himself? FakeProwl: Obviously he can see they've changed, but does he know they've changed into HIM? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...He does seem confused by why they think he did something.]] B l u r r: I'm confused as all frag... FakeProwl: ... That seems like an extreme reaction. B l u r r: / looks to his left, then right / Are you guys confused? - Well, don't look at me! I don't have the answers. B l u r r: / looks back at the screen/ Things are clearly coming out odd. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Velocity is here?]] B l u r r: He's always here. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[And on the right?]] B l u r r: ... /tilts helm/ Velocity is to the right, yes. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...Hmm. Understood.]] B l u r r: ...How'd you know that? ItsyBitsySpyers: \\WHAT WAS ALL THAT STUFF 'BOUT MAGAZINES?\\ ItsyBitsySpyers: [[You spoke to Dodge on your left.]] A pause. [[And he can hear them.]] B l u r r: /flicks finials/ What do you mean you can hear them? FakeProwl: Ugh. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He said what he meant.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *A glance at Prowl. What? Why ugh?* FakeProwl: *a doctor finds out a child has a disorder that clearly distresses him and immediately asks to EXAMINE him.* B l u r r: ...That's odd. No one else has ever heard them before. FakeProwl: *not to help him. but out of CURIOSITY.* ItsyBitsySpyers: #acid rain! #no ItsyBitsySpyers: *Burrow burrow* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[They are not telepaths.]] FakeProwl: Show us the magazines already! ItsyBitsySpyers: \\YEAH!\\ B l u r r: True. They're not telepathic. FakeProwl: We know the magazines are important and the only reason we haven't seen them yet is because nobody's listening to the only sensible character. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...If it is acid rain, why is the canine outside alive?]] FakeProwl: It's not acid rain. On the radio one person asked if those rumors are true and the expert denied it. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Ah. He missed that.]] He was thinking about Blurr's companions. FakeProwl: For primussake. FakeProwl: Why doesn't she just TELL them what's in the stupid magazines. FakeProwl: This is the most frustrating, pointless extension of suspense. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Finally.]] B l u r r: These people are being obnoxiously bland. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Most people -are-.]] B l u r r: Mm, yes. Most humans are. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Now he's just plain puzzled. How do static, existing pictures change?* FakeProwl: ... This implies that it's a hallucinogenic of some sort, rather than an actual transformation. FakeProwl: And also helps explain why that one person is so baffled. FakeProwl: *go, child. run from your drug-pumping mother. be free.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[But why would they all share the same hallucination? Why -that- hallucination?]] FakeProwl: Good question. FakeProwl: But static images are changing, and one person straight up can't see what the problem is. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...He is telekinetic at the very least.]] FakeProwl: ... Hmm. FakeProwl: ... Did the child create the rain? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[To create it on a worldwide scale...]] FakeProwl: Incredibly powerful. FakeProwl: Rain and such mutations. FakeProwl: ... Or perhaps it's already happened, and he's reversing it. FakeProwl: He said that only somebody who was truly different could see that they were all the same. Maybe he's making them different. Maybe at the start they wre already all Ulises. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Telling someone to kill someone else for their escape is not reversing it to be helpful.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[It is a game.]] FakeProwl: He could be reversing it as a game, then. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He doubts that. The mother said he was 'bad' at the restaurant.]] FakeProwl: I doubt the mother's morals. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Points to the smile.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[You doubt that?]] FakeProwl: Well, I never said he was good. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Finger tap.* [[Blurr? Your opinion?]] B l u r r: .. Hn? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Is the boy amusing himself while reversing it or is he amusing himself by causing it?]] B l u r r: Personally, we're confused. But, the boy being amused is interesting enough. FakeProwl: It could be either. I'm just proposing a possibility. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He is simply curious about personal interpretation.]] B l u r r: So, is he like. A witch or something? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Or something.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[You were right.]] FakeProwl: ... He's dying. Is this really the time to show him what he looks like? B l u r r: Well, he's dying. B l u r r: He may as well know. FakeProwl: Stress can kill him faster. FakeProwl: This begs the question of whose face IS the boy replicating. I'd suspect his father—but then his mother would have realized earlier. B l u r r: Maybe it's someone only he knows. FakeProwl: All in all, this isn't the worst game he could possibly be playing. FakeProwl: I mean. He killed a man. But outside of that, all he's done is give everyone the same face. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[You forget the rest of the world.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[The announcer was begging someone to leave her alone.]] FakeProwl: So the rest of the world has the same face. B l u r r: If she has that parasite, do you think it'll look like that guy? FakeProwl: Yes, she was begging to be left alone. I don't know why. That doesn't fit with the rest of this so far. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[If these eight were panicking, it follows that others must have.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy snickers at Blurr* B l u r r: / smirks / B l u r r: Oh, there it goes. Parasite. FakeProwl: Panic aside. Giving everyone the same face isn't the worst possibility. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[What would be?]] FakeProwl: ... Instant death? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...He will give you that.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy throws a snack at Blurr. Looks like Blurr was right too.* B l u r r: / flicks finials/ Hn? /throws the snack back/ What? K-Kyeheheheh. FakeProwl: Or a murderous rage, maybe. B l u r r: So, the little cretin can control his surroundings and people? B l u r r: So, if it's all a game to him, he's playing it rather dully. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Primus.]] FakeProwl: PFF— FakeProwl: *claps hand over mouth* ItsyBitsySpyers: =Ugh.= B l u r r: Wait, why save him... FakeProwl: How do you know she's saving him? Maybe she's reciting prayers for the dead. B l u r r: Well, that's pointless. B l u r r: Hes dead. Toss the body and move on. FakeProwl: ... If nobody else remembers or sees it then effectively nothing has changed. Except for the panicked consequences of the night before. FakeProwl: And he's probably learned an important lesson about playing games. FakeProwl: ... Or perhaps not. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Very strange. But interesting.]] B l u r r: More or less... ItsyBitsySpyers: *Small stretch.* B l u r r: Even so, I think it was all strange enough to watch again sometime. /scratches helm. B l u r r: */ ItsyBitsySpyers: [[A second viewing may make more sense.]] B l u r r: It's possible. B l u r r: / dims optic and shifts in his spot. Snickers and stretches out/ ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Regardless, it is good to know we do not have any outliers with reality warping abilities... for now.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[The Well does what it does.]] B l u r r: I mean, honestly... B l u r r: Terminus is about as fragged as it gets. FakeProwl: How would we know if we did. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He would have heard them thinking about their actions. Maybe.]] B l u r r: My reality is alread fragmented, I wouldn't be surprised if I was living in a different setting. /snickers/  Velocity gets it. FakeProwl: Unless you didn't cross paths with them. FakeProwl: Or their powers also shielded their true thoughts from you. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\MAYBE YA OUGHTA CHECK. Y'KNOW. CENSUS IT UP. "YA EVER THOUGHT 'BOUT MAKIN' EVERYBODY LOOK LIKE SMOKESCREEN?"\\ ItsyBitsySpyers: //Ew.// B l u r r: ... Ew. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Something about the thought of a reality warper who can hide from his telepathy unnerves him a bit. He fidgets slightly.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Well. As he said... for now.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Feel free to tell him if you're hiding that power from him.]] FakeProwl: Hm. The human child modeled the new human faces on a useless hunk of junk that has plastic instead of a brain. FakeProwl: Our equivalent WOULD choose Smokescreen. B l u r r: Honeestly, I don't think I'd like to read minds. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\HA!\\ ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Oh? Why?]] B l u r r: Mine is already busy. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[It is.]] B l u r r: Mm... B l u r r: It's not that busy to /me/ B l u r r: but I suppose it sounds busy. B l u r r: I just have a lot on my mind at all times ItsyBitsySpyers: [[It is busier than most.]] Shortly after, he sends Prowl (txt): Amused. B l u r r: So they say. /motions to both sides of him/ But, it's nice not having to completely translate for them. K-Kyeheheheh. FakeProwl: *acknowledging ping. he got one laugh and one amused. the joke was Successful.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He does not mind the additions. Usually. They provide clarity he has never found elsewhere.]] B l u r r: ... How so? FakeProwl: *isn't sure what they're talking about. since it apparently involves the content of Blurr's head, figures it would be rude to ask.* FakeProwl: *that's not stopping him from listening in.* B l u r r: I mean, honestly, a lot of mechs don't believe me when I talk to them. But, it's interesting to know they're...audible to you. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[In general? He knows when he is being watched or overheard. He knows the feeling of a crowd before anyone speaks.-- ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He knows when others are lying, and when he has found weaknesses, and... there were moments when things made -sense-. --]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...But those are unimportant. Tonight? He has finally introduced himself to Dodge and Velocity. That is the most recent incident.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[You do talk to them. Of that, he is certain. You may say so, if asked.]] B l u r r: Mm... /tilts helm/ I find it interesting. So do they. B l u r r: / they're both talking at the same time while Blurr is / I wonder what it's like to hear them from the outside.. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[They... echo.]] B l u r r: Do they? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Is dead certain Prowl is listening, but Blurr's not complaining, so.* B l u r r: They sound solid to me. FakeProwl: *well of course Prowl's listening. He's still here, isn't he?* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[No doubt something is lost in translation. You and Prowl are unlikely to hear the same vocal interpretation of his thoughts. What Prowl's voice sounds like to him is different from what we hear.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Why should they be different?]] B l u r r: /flicks finials. Dodge is trying to size Soundwave up personally / B l u r r: I'm not sure. I hear them one way and only one way. I've never been told B l u r r: that someone else hears them, too. B l u r r: I wonder if they sound like I hear them... ItsyBitsySpyers: [[That is something he cannot tell you without more than a skim.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[And he is not prepared to do that at this time.]] FakeProwl: ... Is it? *what does Prowl's voice sound to other people. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Of course. The vibrations from the vocalization device in your frame travel through you in ways Blurr's cannot, never mind the position of your audio receptors compared to ours.]] B l u r r: I just wonder if you hear Dodge's accent. Or that grind in Velocity's voice. B l u r r: / chin claws/ That means you could talk to all three of us. You now understand that when you talk to me, you're talking to three. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He does.]] FakeProwl: Oh. I knew about that one already. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[No. No grind or accent.]] B l u r r: Odd.. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[But as he said... imprecise 'vocalization'.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...He does wonder what voice each of you have assigned him.]] B l u r r: Ah well. /smirks/ Sounds like you can tell the differences. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Nod.* B l u r r: Honestly, you don't sound like my Soundwave, and that's better than anything I could ever ask for. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He has heard Soundwaves like yours. It pleases him to know that.]] B l u r r: Ugh, trust me, if I could trade you two, I would. B l u r r: Soundwave caused nothing but problems for us. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[No.]] FakeProwl: ... You sound like mine. *even though Prowl has heard an alternate of this Soundwave speak before.* FakeProwl: *admittedly, it was only four words, but.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...No. He would not trade.]] Distracts himself by looking to Prowl. (txt): Worse heard. Acceptable. B l u r r: And I like your... deployers? I like them more than my Soundwave's. B l u r r: His cassettes were annoying. ItsyBitsySpyers: *A rumble of agreement from Ravage* B l u r r: When I look at you mechs and I think of who I used to work with... B l u r r: It's a little odd. B l u r r: Sometimes the multiverse still amuses me. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[It should.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Bobs his helm. That is probably enough distraction for the night. He should let Prowl catch up on rest and Blurr manage his fleet. There is much for them to do as well.* FakeProwl: *... okay, okay Prowl has to ask* B l u r r: Mm.. it's endearing. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Well, if it's an interesting question...* FakeProwl: @Soundwave «When you say that he does talk to them, do you mean that they're indeed separate people from him that only he can hear? Or only that he is genuinely hearing voices in his head?» FakeProwl: *he's betting on the latter but reality is strange enough that it may well be the former.* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Mixture believed. FakeProwl: *slow blink* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Soundwave hears Blurr echoes. Blurr hears separate. Blurr: comfortable. Interference unnecessary. ItsyBitsySpyers: *He sees no reason to fiddle around or mess with the status quo unless Velocity convinces Blurr to do something horrible to himself.* FakeProwl: @Soundwave «... I'm asking if they exist independently from his mind.» FakeProwl: *Prowl doesn't want to DO anything, he just wants to know their state of existence.* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Negative. Echo. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «All right. That's what I thought. ... Sort of.» ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Suggestion: Maintain previous public 'understanding'. B l u r r: / has been chatting away with his mental council / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Is filing away all he can hear, whatever that might be.* B l u r r: / it's a lot of jokes and laughing / FakeProwl: @Soundwave «... Since this is what I believed in the first place, I see no reason to change my behavior.» ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Acknowledged. What [][][]sort of[][][]? ItsyBitsySpyers: *He'll mostly pass the jokes on to the deployers later then, and not tell them where they came from.* B l u r r: / good. pass them along / B l u r r: / velocity is judging soundwave tho / FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Well, I wouldn't have termed it an "echo." But I'd expected they were audial hallucinations.» ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave's been judged by everyone short of Quintessons. Bring it, Velocity.* B l u r r: [[ omg prowl. dont forget, blurr sees them too ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt) Literal echo effect heard. Mental vocal translation. Telepathic interpretation sometimes... creative. B l u r r: / Velocity wants to know what's with the weird flat arms. Dodge is chastising Velocity. And Blurr is doing the same, swatting the air/ FakeProwl: @Soundwave «... Does EVERYONE'S mental voice sound echoy? Or just audial hallucinations?» ItsyBitsySpyers: *Absently.* [[His arms are this way to serve as sword, shield, and wing.]] B l u r r: See? /swats the air/ I told you that Soundwave had them for a reason! B l u r r: K-Kyehheheh. He doesn't know what to think about you. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Few hallucinations heard nearby. Echo effect, theirs only. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He tends to have that effect. It is fine.]] B l u r r: It's all right. Eventually, they'll get used to it. /smirks/ They're not used to being heard by others. They need to keep it together. FakeProwl: *hm. interesting. why echoes?* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt) ...Prowl mental voice not Prowl audible voice. Rare. Personal habit: once heard, matched. Prowl also static crackle, unidentified rumble interruption. This, heard before deal made. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[They may ask questions if they have them. He will answer them as he does your own. It is fine.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Consider it lasting permission.]] FakeProwl: @Soundwave «... They sound different??» FakeProwl: *he doesn't hear his mental voice very often. he mainly numbers.* FakeProwl: @Soundwave «And—why static? ... Does it indicate damage?» *PROWL'S NIGHTMARE* B l u r r: /smirks/ Well, they'll ask when they have meaningful questions. B l u r r: Dodge simply doesn't trust you. B l u r r: But, don't take it so personal. He doesn't trust a lot of people. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Slower, mild 'distance' sound. Soundwave not math-built. Belief: Translation difficulty. Static not damage; Soundwave does not possess. Interference. Similarity: rumbles. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Note: If belief: correct, this, not minded. Natural effect. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Dodge will live longer.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[So to speak.]] FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Then what is it? A—bug of some kind? Somthing left behind in my head?» B l u r r: Kyeheheh. Yes, I know. Dodge just isn't sure how much he can trust you. FakeProwl: *maybe it was natural—another side-effect of being a custom job. The same thing that made him unusually resistant to computer viruses.* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Theory: Large someth-- someone. Followed? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He can be trusted to do what is in line with his priorities.]] FakeProwl: @Soundwave «... Ah.» ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): If Constructicons encountered, test possible. B l u r r: Yes, he knows that much. He isn't worried about you as much... Not when it comes to me. You're not threatening me. FakeProwl: *acknowledging ping* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He has no reason to, at the moment. He would prefer it stayed that way. He is a busy mech, and threats take so much unnecessary time.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Another stretch.* B l u r r: Well, Dodge has put up with worse. In any case /moves to stand/ My fleet has to make a move. B l u r r: We've located a boagie in the weeds. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Then he will let you attend to it.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Glances over to Prowl* (txt): Departure confirmed? FakeProwl: *small nod. he'd better head home and get to work.* FakeProwl: *by "get to work" he means "take a five hour nap."* ItsyBitsySpyers: *He was about to say, in asterisks.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Goodnight, both of you.]] To the crowd at large: [[Return. We depart.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *AND SUDDENLY SMOTHERED and probably on his way.* FakeProwl: *disappears* B l u r r: / wave to all /

[mercurymaplekey-blog]

fanfic tropees, enemies to lovers, A/B/O, soulmate AUs with the words on the bodies and shit, love/hate at first sight, stockholm syndrome aaaaand its 3am at were going to fuckin dennys type of fic

WELL THIS IS GONNA BE LONG

Enemies to lovers: Of course I’d write this. Of course I love this. You know I like the rivals to dating trope when it’s done right. I mean, actually it’s 50/50 sometimes i absolutely hate it, and sometimes i really love it. Depends on the dynamic. But the way I see it: there’s either a ton of potential there, or they just don’t work together. Maybe I’m not going full-hog enemies to lovers and I’m thinking more rivals to lovers, but I’d write Strongarm/Sideswipe. Specifically, I wanna write a highschool au where they both get stuck together for a group project, and Sides is obviously that kid who like never fucking comes to class, and when he does he’s in the back of the room with his feet up on the desk getting snarky, and they get stuck together for this project and Sides is basically like ‘lol have fun doing the project for me’ except Strongarm is not taking any of that shit and she will literally handcuff Sides to her and make him do his half of the work if she has to. And basically they’re just fighting over this project for the entire semester, and they hate each other, but obviously that starts to change. 

A/B/O: Oh man, hahaha, talk about tropey. Tbh, abo has like, some potential for worldbuilding if you went about the biology of it the right way. But overall it’s like. God, it’s just a way to force roles on people. And imo there’s nothing really that abo gives you that a good sex pollen fic couldn’t give to you in better more creative means. I’d probably never write an ABO. If i’m gonna write about a dominant species vs a submissive species, I’d just cut out the middle man and leave the heats at the door and talk about tfa bots and cons because i mean like hello, look at those differences in power. It takes like 6 bots to take out a con. Conversely, if I wanted to write about heats, I’d just use sex pollen or any other kind of weird-alien-fauna type deal. Or maybe a virus if we wanted to get particularly kinky. That could be interesting actually. As to who I’d write… well… I’m open to suggestions. 

Soulmate au with the words: G A Y. Gaaaaayyyyyyyyyy. I’m gay, and I know this, but that would be particularly cute for saisonic. and I could probably be convinced to do something like that in the right au for choukei too but it would have to be that one royalty au that i’m already disgustingly soft for, or something similar. I disgust myself. Also, this was awhile ago, but i once saw a post where it was like a soulmate au, but they hate each other and upon figuring out they’re soulmates they’re like ‘ew no fuck that’ and i have always and still to this day think that that is the only way i would ever write waspbee. But that specific scenario would be SO GOOD for waspbee. And no eventually getting used to each other and deciding they actually are soulmates. They just don’t like each other and wasp picks on bee even more for it. Soulmates are fucking stupid. I actually found the original post to this idea!! Read it cause it explains it better.

Love/Hate at first sight: Okay I ain’t a big believer in love at first sight. But hate at first sight is REAL. That being said, as far as fic is concerned… I think i’d have a lot more fun writing hate at first sight. Hate at first sight would be fucking hilarious to write. Just like, illogical, irrational hatred. An All Encompassing Hatred. A hatred so intense that just thinking about them is enough to get you punching consoles and ranting to whoever will listen. A Hatred so spark-deep that your own minicons are starting to question your intentions, because, let’s face it, at this point you might be more interested in the hating then you are in the actual money involved with the original bounty. I’m just talking about Fracture’s hatecrush on Drift. I’d write the fuck out of that. It’s real. 

Stockholm Syndrome: Oh buddy u just said the magic words. I love love love the concept of stockholm syndrome. You know i do. You know i love the psychological shit. Of course I’d write this. There’s so many WAYS to write this. I mean, ShockBlurr, obviously. And I’d love to write more of them in the future. Blurr I feel would be pretty resistant to this kind of manipulation normally, being a trained soldier, but honestly that just means you get to go harder on him ahahah. And i mean, the whole Longarm thing lends a lot of weight. Waspinator, given everything he’s been through, and how often he’s been victimized, would be especially susceptible to this trope I feel. I mean, he wanted Blackarachnia to be his friend just because she listened to him for five seconds (well that was before he was Waspinator, but you know). You could get that dynamic with him and BA if you wanted, or with any other con. But like, tbh, to be honest, honestly? Whenever I see content with Shockwave and Wasp i fucking drink that shit up so quick. Touoso stockholm stuff i would fucking devour. I’d love to write it. I’d love to. 

3AM at Denny’s: I love shenanigan fic. Like. If you know me, which you do, then you also know that I love shenanigan fic. And do you know what my go to pair almost always is when i think of shenanigans? RodBlurr. The pure otp. the good ones. Go to Denny’s and have a silly adventure you two. Throw fries at each other and argue and talk about the not so chill stuff that just went down. Meet at 3 in the morning because you’re both always on and off planet and you’re schedules never line up and this is about the only time it actually worked out for once. Or maybe because someone snuck out of the medbay because cosmic rust apparently takes way longer to heal from than a full spark transplant. Just, go have fun boys. Live. Be free. My good ones. Au or not, it really doesn’t matter to me, meeting at 3AM at Denny’s is a fucking universal concept. 

[verdigrisprowl]

Apr 11 Blurr’s Horror Stream - Book Of Life

A night early because, randomly, Blurr decided to throw a party for Optimus’s corpse! The movie was oddly thematically appropriate. Starscream hired Blurr for random odd jobs that he doesn’t want tied back to him. For some reason he decided to do this with witnesses. Prowl yelled at him over comms a lot.

Welcome to the 'speedxstealer' room. Whirl: *tilts his head and looks, now, to Rumble* How've you been? Sadie: [[ "she is, isn't she?" la muerte pls ]] B l u r r: Most likely. / wiggles claws/ I like Xibalba. B l u r r: [[ im happy snifit finally gets to see this ;A; ]] Whirl: (ME2)) ItsyBitsySpyers: \\I LIKE HIM TOO. HE PLAYS DIRTY.\\ Whirl: He seems kind of like a chump. Starscream: Does he? Whirl: Yeah. *eyes Starscream sidelong* Scraping around someone in a position he wants. Begging and simpering to get his way. Whirl: Y'know. Chump stuff. B l u r r: Sounds like it ItsyBitsySpyers: //Eh... I been better.// He waves a hand half-aftedly. //Ain't important.// Starscream: *snorts* If he's in charge it doesn't matter how he got there. Whirl: *nods at Rumble; Whirl will leave it at that* ItsyBitsySpyers: *He might talk if Whirl asks in person some time, but not with Blurr and Starscream there.* Whirl: *if Whirl's made aware of that, he might take him up on that offer* B l u r r: / drapes over coffin. He likes his cartoon / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage snorts. Gods are so ridiculous.* Whirl: *gods that aren't Heqet, ofc* FakeProwl: *appears* FakeProwl: How much did I miss? Starscream: Gods playing with mortal lives in exchange for living arrangements. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Yeah. They picked representin' kids 'n whoever the girl human picks for conjunx wins.// B l u r r: Sounds boring. Whirl: That's... not a bad summary. *takes another swig of his canister* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Tired ping hello.* FakeProwl: Who wins if the girl human doesn't want to conjugate with any of the represented kids? Starscream: Which is pretty short sighted. What if the girl doesn't pick either. Starscream: *see Prowl gets it* Starscream: They didn't cover that. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[The girl human.]] B l u r r: / rolls optic/ It's more about which boy is better suited for her. Starscream: ..well. If this one dies I suppose she'll get the other one. FakeProwl: Are there rules against murdering rival gods' representative children? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[No. But one cheated.]] B l u r r: Technically that's cheating, and they can't cheat. FakeProwl: How? Whirl: He gave one of the kids something that made him invincible. Starscream: Hey, he's the one that benefits if he wins. Cheating is the obvious answer. Whirl: To be honest, if a god offered that to me, I'd take it. I wouldn't waste my time courting someone though, I'd go do awesome stuff. Whirl: ((omg tHIS COVER!!!)) Whirl: But... I mean, actually, if you spend all your time doing awesome death-defying stuff with your newfound powers, you're bound to attract some other badass's attention. FakeProwl: So, one of them is a warrior; the other one is a musician who's being pressured into... killing animals? Whirl: So, two birds, one stone. Starscream: Yes. B l u r r: Bull fighting. FakeProwl: The musician is going to win. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...Why?]] FakeProwl: Because a person doing what he wants to do and what he was made to do is lest interesting than a character whose assigned duty contrasts with his desired duty. Starscream: ((are the swords inside his back because he's a wooden doll)) Starscream: ((Manolo turn around- darn Whirl: *tilts his head and glances briefly to Prowl* ItsyBitsySpyers: \\I WANNA GET AN IMMORTALITY MAGNET. AIN'T FAIR.\\ FakeProwl: More interesting characters are heroes. Heroes win the thing they desire at the end of the story. Starscream: ((i thought they were like IN him B l u r r: I'm sure there's something like that out there somewhere. B l u r r: [[ is it dropping a lot? ]] FakeProwl: ((it's good here)) Starscream: So he should become a musician instead of getting married, since I'm not sure if he even cares. Whirl: On the one hand... it'd be awesome. On the other, it kinda takes half the fun out of it, y'know? FakeProwl: And humans really like characters that fight duty to pursue their desires. Starscream: ((*continues to threeway ship)) FakeProwl: ((far better threeway)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((creator supports it)) Whirl: ((yep that's best)) B l u r r: [[ stream is about to drop ]] B l u r r: [[ or it's dropping a lot. ]] Whirl: (seems to be going fine for me)) FakeProwl: ((fine here still)) B l u r r: Now THAT looks like fun. Whirl: *perks up a bit at the sight of the bull* Whirl: It's adorable. B l u r r: / leans over coffin/ Isn't that right? K-Kyeheheeh. Like pissing off a Tyran Prime and seeing him come at you! Whirl: Well. *sly look to Blurr* I doubt he feels THAT way about the bull. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[That seems ill-advised.]] B l u r r: K-Kyeheheheh. Maybe not. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Has decided to root for this human, predictable fate or not.* Whirl: Pfft. Whirl: That bull's gonna kill him. You watch. FakeProwl: ... Doesn't disabling the bull require more skill than killing it, anyway? Whirl: Hm, guess not. Whirl: And you'd think so, right? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[We did not have bulls, but the beasts we did have to fight... yes.]] Whirl: Even more impressive? Taming it. Whirl: ((HAHA IM DYING)) Whirl: ((I HAD NO IDEA THIS WAS  AJUKEBOX MUSICAL)) Starscream: ((8DDD FakeProwl: ((this one bothers me. it's just... slightly wrong.)) FakeProwl: ((maybe if they'd modified the lyrics a little bit)) Whirl: ((the line "i'm a creep, i'ma  weirdo" is a bit off, ye)) Whirl: You know. FakeProwl: ((and "your skin makes me cry" is... sort of creepy in general, and that's not his character)) Whirl: I think that might be fun. Something like bullfighting--only, obviously, without the bulls. Whirl: ((YEAH....)) B l u r r: It's fun with Empties. Whirl: Empties aren't a real CHALLENGE, though. Something like... big. And capable of devouring you, maybe. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\NEXT TIME WE FIND A RAZOR SNAKE WE'LL BRIDGE YA INTO A HOLE WITH IT.\\ ItsyBitsySpyers: //Dibs on his suite.// B l u r r: ... Grimlock. B l u r r: I punched a Grimlock in the face once. Whirl: *perks up* Do it! Absolutely. Whirl: You can even invite a crowd to admire my martial prowess as I kick its a ss. *preens unabashedly* ItsyBitsySpyers: \\GRIMLOCKS ARE FUN. THEY GET SO MAAAAAD.\\ B l u r r: Yes, they do. B l u r r: But, the one in the junkyard is a bit... BIGGER than I expected. Starscream: ...oh, yes. I'm surrounded by Wrekcers and Wrecker wannabes. B l u r r: /snort/ What? Whirl: There are no Wreckers in this room. B l u r r: / settles back over the coffin/ ItsyBitsySpyers: //Yeah. He's only a Wrecker where we're from.// Whirl: Also, in the event it devours me, I can't promise you my suite, Rumble. But you and your bro gotta take care of Killer. Starscream: ((hang on this is a mun error. Whirl: Okay. All right. Here's my problem with this--they lived their whole lives without her. How'm I supposed to swallow any romance here? I'm not feelin it. B l u r r: / hums and props cheek in his claw/ ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Nostalgia.]] FakeProwl: I wouldn't call somebody who sings "I love you too much to live to live without you loving me back" a catch either. Whirl: ((ur fine dude o7 i sort of thought Starscream was making a dig at whirl's ex-wrecker status)) Starscream: ((oh he was! I meant Blurr and Whirl but now im looking at TFWiki seriously doubting if i have the right universe)) FakeProwl: ((blurr and whirl both were yeah)) B l u r r: [[ Blurr is not a Wrecker >>;;;; yet ]] FakeProwl: ((not THIS blurr. but idw blurr yes)) Whirl: *shakes his head* I can't imagine anyone would be THAT nostalgic. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy looks at Blurr and the coffin and leans over to 'whisper'.* \\I SEEN THIS MOVIE. YA GOTTA KISS HIM. THEN HE COUGHS UP APPLES.\\ B l u r r: ... Excuse me? /looks at Frenzy / Whirl: ((it seems like a mistake that'd be IC for someone who isn't familiar with blurr's world to make, tho!)) B l u r r: [[ this is true!! ]] Whirl: ((FRENZY, GOD)) B l u r r: [[ star doesn't know blurr well! ]] Starscream: ((okay good so NOT an error. I meant it how he said it FakeProwl: ((although idk if idw blurr was officially a wrecker or if he was just rolling with the wreckers for a while)) Starscream: ((No no, he's being insulting and not trying to be accurate, so he doesn't care if this Blurr isn't actually a Wrecker.) ItsyBitsySpyers: \\I'M JUS' SAYIN'.\\ Starscream: ((That whole I know one guy like you who did this so I'll apply it to you anyway)) Whirl: ((aight o7 whirl;'s comment would not have changed)) Starscream: ((I mean the moment has passed but okay at least I know I did have my info correct)) ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He changed his mind. He wishes to root for the Maria human.]] Starscream: ..agreed. FakeProwl: Notice they started fighting without asking her which of them she's interested in. Whirl: *nods* Whirl: And she disarmed the guy very handily. FakeProwl: I'm rooting for her too. I'm rooting for her to remain single. Starscream: They can marry each other. Whirl: She should go find someone she can cour the RIGHT way. By fighting. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[........Why does he keep speaking his designation.]] Starscream: *looks at Whirl* I wonder. FakeProwl: So they remember it. B l u r r: You're just saying that I should kiss him awake? That's ridiculous... that isn't true. Starscream: Why WOULD someone be tempted to use their names as a warcry. FakeProwl: He wants a reputation. B l u r r: Honestly, have them fight. Whirl: I man, if your reputation precedes you, as his clearly DOES... why not? Whirl: Though USUALLY I prefer a blood-curdling unintelligible scream, myself. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Complete silence.]] Whirl: This guy's more in love with himself than he could ever be with anyone else. B l u r r: Seriously. Whirl: *OKAY GHE'S NOT GONNA sya it out loud be he always liked this song* Whirl: *not a bad idea, an acoustic cover* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble mumbles something under his breath and picks at his knee guards* Whirl: *tilts his head at, silently* ItsyBitsySpyers: \\HOW DO YA KNOW IT AIN'T TRUE? YA TRIED?\\ Starscream: ((ruuuude B l u r r: .. No. Starscream: Are you about to kiss a dead body. B l u r r: Tch, no. B l u r r: /pats coffin/ Starscream: ...are you going to kiss it after we leave. FakeProwl: *ah. so it's a zombie movie.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...Would he not have seen her after his natural death.]] B l u r r: No, I'm going to put him back. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Humans die quickly. He would not have long to wait.]] FakeProwl: People who say things like "I love you too much to live without you loving me back" tend to be impatient about their reunions. Starscream: He'd seen her for roughly a day and a half. Starscream: Their lives are short, he didn't hve to make it shorter. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Shakes his helm a little.* FakeProwl: Impatient, not sensible. Whirl: *shakes his head* They never sold me on the romance. Whirl: But I'm digging the art direction. B l u r r: Kyeheheh.../rests chin in claw / ItsyBitsySpyers: [[See. The creator is sensible.]] FakeProwl: ... I take it this one isn't La Muerte. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He is not.]] FakeProwl: *nobody told him the gods' names* FakeProwl: Who is he? B l u r r: He's Xibalba. FakeProwl: *what kind of a name is xibalba* FakeProwl: *she-bulb-a* Starscream: *cackles* B l u r r: / Zi- prowl. Zi-bul-ba / Whirl: Pfft. Prowl's not nearly theatric enough. FakeProwl: *"zi" isn't a word. it's clearly "she."* Whirl: ((wait dorp that wasn't aloud, nvm)) B l u r r: [[ there i am ]] Starscream: ...you know, it's rather dickish to only want to protect your hometown if someone marries you. B l u r r: [[ all about the churros ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Agreed.]] Whirl: *nods* FakeProwl: ... At least the other suitor is decent enough to try to say—multiple times—that this isn't the time to discuss the issue. Starscream: But not decent enough to revoke the terms of his proposal. FakeProwl: He gets a participation ribbon at best. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\IF HE CAN FIND ROOM ON HIS CHEST!\\ ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy snickers* FakeProwl: Pf. ItsyBitsySpyers: *.......Takes a note on what to add to his mindscape* ItsyBitsySpyers: *...Erases the note* FakeProwl: Interesting trap. Totally unnecessary, but interesting. Whirl: All of these people are too damn twitterpated to think straight. THIS is why this sort of thing is so dumb. Whirl: ...*wait, he should try to be at least somewhat sensitive here. DAMMIT HE HECKED UP* Y'know. ...sometimes. Whirl: *well he Tried* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Mumble.* Whirl: *he has the good graces to look at least a little abashed, glancing away with his antenna pinned back* Starscream: ...*did Whirl just act ashamed* Whirl: *don't u DARE TELL ANYONE* ItsyBitsySpyers: {{Looking like home, neheheh.}} Whirl: He's got chutzpah. FakeProwl: More chutzpah than brains. Whirl: *shrugs* B l u r r: Ahh, yes. Use fear... Starscream: And that's why he's dead. FakeProwl: He's just made a bet against a known and repeat cheater. Whirl: Well, wat would have suggested he do to get what he want? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Kill the god.]] FakeProwl: Find a way to cheat first. Whirl: So, your solution is KILL a god or OUTSMART him. Gotcha. Whirl: A GOD. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[We nearly murdered our own. It can be done.]] Whirl: Anyway, if I had to choose--I'd have to say, I'd cose someone who was brave but not too bright over someone who was a smart coward. B l u r r: Oh, trust me. The bravest of mechs are the dumbest. Starscream: Well, fools flock together, so that's no surprise. Whirl: Explains how YOU got elected. FakeProwl: *snort* Whirl: ...also look how cute it is. Starscream: Too bad, looks like if you had an objection you should have actually been around to participate in the election and not gallavanting in space. Whirl: I'm not even FROM your dimension. Whirl: And, I'm not a citizen, either, so it doesn't even matter. Starscream: ... actually no, it doesn't. Why ARE you complaining about it? FakeProwl: You don't know Whirl very well, do you. B l u r r: You being in charge of anything is a frightening concept. Whirl: I'm not complaining. I'm just speaking the truth. Starscream: I try to forget everything about him as soon as I stop looking at him. Whirl: Oh, that's rich, coming from YOU, prowl. Whirl: None of you know anything about me. *snorts* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Tilts his helm. Nothing at all?* Whirl: *YOU know a little* FakeProwl: *slow blink* B l u r r: / he knows a tiny bit / Whirl: *but it wasn't like he could help it at the time* Starscream: And yet, here I am. In charge, and the planet is still in the same number of pieces. Whirl: Yeah, you're in charge of a bunch of idiotic NAILs. Whirl: What a victory. FakeProwl: *he knows whirl better than starscream.* Whirl: *he does, but that is not saying VERY much* FakeProwl: *and he knows that whirl will never turn down an opportunity to diss people he disrespects.* Whirl: *this is true* FakeProwl: *that's enough to make a snide side comment to starscream about how much starscream doesn't know whirl if he's questioning his complaining* Starscream: *Starscream tries to forget everything about Whirl immediately. He really doesn't care* Whirl: *all that aside, Whirl will also never pass up an opportunity to remind people how little they actually know* FakeProwl: ... That's rubbish. FakeProwl: Manolo was bever afraid of "being himself." FakeProwl: He spent the whole movie struggling to be himself despite his father and grandmother's pushing him to be otherwise. Starscream: Probably why he was so confident about the wager. FakeProwl: His greatest fear was defying his family. FakeProwl: And, likely, disappointing them. Otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to push him into bull fighting for so long. Whirl: *snickers* Whirl: I can respect someone who sings opera while they slaughter folks. Whirl: Nice. B l u r r: Kyeheheh. Yes, it is rather nice. Starscream: His entire family is dead now, aren't they. B l u r r: Seems that way ItsyBitsySpyers: *Nod.* Whirl: *also nods* FakeProwl: Unless he has some distant cousins we've never met. B l u r r: ... That's the best, isn't it? Fighting and dancing. /mumbling / ItsyBitsySpyers: [[It is.]] Whirl: Okay, now. If all THREE of them show up and kick his aft. Whirl: If all three of them take this guy out. Whirl: Obviously they should ALL get together. FakeProwl: Humans are weirdly obsessed with monogamy. Whirl: Maybe it's a biological thing. FakeProwl: Which is unfortunate, because both of the suitor characters are much more tolerable when they aren't battling over her. Whirl: The three of them could make a good team. Lots of killing to be had. *nods* Starscream: Or the narrative isn't telling us they're intolerable FakeProwl: I doubt it. If it were biological, there wouldn't be so many humans lamenting the difficulty of monogamy, cheating on their monogamous partners, et cetera. Starscream: ((mwah Whirl: ((GOD. FOR REAL)) FakeProwl: ((threeway makeouts. now.)) B l u r r: [[ his sequels are about the other two >>;; ]] B l u r r: [[ im excited. ]] Starscream: (( OuO Whirl: No, I mean, it's a biological thing to be obsessed with monogamy. FakeProwl: ... Hm. Whirl: But obviously, conjunx ritual aside, all three of them are a thing. *waves  aclaw* Starscream: This probably could have been avoided if she'd visited him once in a while. B l u r r: She was sent away. Starscream: No, I mean La Murete. B l u r r: They're in charge of two different realms. They probably can't visit. Starscream: At the start, the complaint was that the land of the forgotten sucked and he wanted to trade. B l u r r: The Land of the Forgotten reminds me of what Terminus is said to be like. Starscream: So, what, they can only interact on the Day of the Dead? FakeProwl: Can't they combine their realms and rule jointly? B l u r r: Yes, the Day of the Dead is when the realms are open to one another. Starscream: ..well that's a terrible arrangement. B l u r r: [[ hhhhh his wings ]] Sadie: [[ okay i must sleep ]] B l u r r: In any case... who wants something to eat? B l u r r: [[ ni ni!! ]] Whirl: Bad advice. *snorts* Sadie: [[ good night friends <333333 ilu all ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((night fabu!)) Whirl: ((GNIGHT FABU)) ItsyBitsySpyers: #meeeee Whirl: It was all right, I guess. The visuals are what saved it. Whirl: (I LOVED IT THO)) Whirl: ((SOME of the music choices could have been a bit better but it was great)) B l u r r: [[ i love it , tho i agree with the music ]] Whirl: Depends, Teach--whatcha cookin up for us? B l u r r: Well, I made my Master a cake. /pats the coffin/ ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave waves off the food. None for him. Obviously.* B l u r r: And I've got some liquid snacks that are especially made for you. B l u r r: / for whirl / Starscream: ((I had forgotten that i didn't like how the narrative sort of backs Joaquin into a corner FakeProwl: *... blinks at the coffin* FakeProwl: *who's in there. why. why is blurr like this.* Starscream: I'm not in the mood for vaccum-packed Prime. B l u r r: He is not vaccum packed... FakeProwl: ((tbh i'm kind of glad it backed him into a corner--it saved him from having to be a Massive Major Douchebag to try to go through with a wedding right after his buddy died)) B l u r r: / scoffs/ I wasn't going to hang him on the wall like Thundertron. FakeProwl: ((it allowed him to be more sympathetic while still fulfilling the role of The Romantic Rival)) Starscream: ((I would have liked it better if they didn't need him to be in a corner OR a massive major douchebag and just let him be an equal protagonist Whirl: *tilts his head curiously; he's genuinely intrigued if Blurr tried to make something for him* Whirl: *he MIGHT even be able to taste it* FakeProwl: ((also, considering that the situation was kind of engineered by two gods fvckin around with mortal lives, it sorta makes sense to me that he'd be backed into a corner he didn't want to be in.)) B l u r r: / sends a comm link out. Some mechs are gonna push a cart with a huge cake and then one specifically for whirl's liquid snacks/ Whirl: ((yeah like... I would've liked for him to have been cas more sympathetically, but I think it still works--his selfless act at the end feels more like a revelation if he's been a bit selfish the rest Whirl: of the film)) FakeProwl: ((but ye, hopefully in the sequel he can just be an equal protagonist and they can be a vaguely poly trio)) Whirl: ((but 4 real they need to all 3 get together. I know it's too much to ask for but i Want It)) Starscream: ((This is true. and after all, it may very well be that you're not SUPPOSEd to like it as a narrative direction.)) Starscream: ((and yesssss Whirl: *like a wayward snake, Whirl is periscoping to see this liquid snack being brought to him. He's not even trying to be cool about it* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Laserbeak's gonna try to divebomb the cart in a second* FakeProwl: *immediately grimaces at the sight of food* FakeProwl: *which corpse are they celebrating this time. he doesn't want to know.* B l u r r: Let me know if you like them, Whirl. /hums and pats the top of the coffin / ItsyBitsySpyers: *It's probably best if Prowl doesn't ask.* FakeProwl: *he's not going to.* B l u r r: / drapes over it / The fleet has their own share already of snacks. Whirl: *scoops it up, pauses, and then lifts it in toast* To Blurr's old boss. I only kew him as a weird motherfragger, but y'know what? There are worse things to be. B l u r r: / smirks and taps claws on the coffin/ Hear that? Whirl salutes! / salutes claws at Whirl / We thank you. FakeProwl: *"blurr's old boss." that's already more than he wanted to know.* Whirl: *nods and takes a swig. How noxious is this stuff, on a scale of 1-10. And/or spicy or whatever* B l u r r: / it's sweet with some pop of spice / Whirl: *he can probably baaaaarely taste it then* Whirl: Not too shabby, Teach. B l u r r: Aw, thanks /wiggles claws/ We've been celebrating a lot lately. B l u r r: Still trying to come up with a name for the Fleet. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\TH' FLEET'S FUNNY ALL BY ITSELF.\\ ItsyBitsySpyers: \\Y'KNOW. FLEET. FAST.\\ Whirl: PFFT. Whirl: That's damn clever, Frenzy! B l u r r: It is. K-Kyeheheheh. But, we want a specific name for them. B l u r r: And I'm not going to call them what that fool Thundertron called them. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\I GOT MOMENTS. MY BRO DON'T GET 'EM ALL.\\ B l u r r: Kyeheheh. Whirl: Yeah, "Star Seekers?" Lame. B l u r r: Right? Lame. Whirl: *and speaking of the brother... Whirl nudges Rumble in what he things is a subtle way* @R: Hey. Uh, sorry. Y'know. B l u r r: Maybe Roadbuster can help me think of a name... ItsyBitsySpyers: @W: //Yeah, sure. It's whatever, mech. Know ya ain't me.// Starscream: Herald. B l u r r: Pardon? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave glances at Starscream, still on edge. That better not have two other words behind it.* Starscream: Your fleet. Heralds. It's thematic with the whole Emperor thing. Whirl: @R: Yeah, but still it's not--I don't mean, y'know, YOU. Just running on automatic. Kinda hard to put the brakes on the four-million-year-long bitterness train. Whirl: Herald sounds too stuffy. B l u r r: Hnnh... /drums claws on the coffin lid/ I suppose that makes the most sense, but I don't want people to think I'm fully a King now. That's not what I want. Whirl: I don't have any better suggestions, I'm just saying. Whirl: Except... maybe. *thinks* Starscream: Harbingers, then. That's usually paired up with stuff like 'doom'. Whirl: The Out of School Suspension Squad. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Heh.// B l u r r: ....Harbingers. Hnh. B l u r r: / snort at Whirl/ Now, that sounds likely. Kyeheheheh. Whirl: The Detention Decimators. Starscream: *pained look* That's /awful/. Whirl: *looks damn PROUD of himself at that declaration* Whirl: *it's hard to preen when you're half-buried/half sat upon by a giant scorpion and a minibot but Whirl manages it* B l u r r: / hums/ Good suggestions. ItsyBitsySpyers: //...Teacher's Pets.// Whirl: I just advse not going with something too grandiose. Makes it easier for folks to make fun of--PFFT. Whirl: *LAUGHS* B l u r r: K-KYAHAHAHAA!! Starscream: *MORE PAIN* B l u r r: That's a good one. Whirl: Something Academy. Whirl: Use Academy. B l u r r: ...Hmm. Whirl: That's as good as you're gonna get from me, I'm a fighter, not a naming-things-er. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Fitting music.]] B l u r r: That's fine. B l u r r: I'll take some of the suggestions and talk them over. ItsyBitsySpyers: @W: Nah, I know. You do you. *Rumble considers saying that Whirl might not have to live on the bitterness train forever if even Frenzy can get a someone, but. He probably don't got that kinda right.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *So he just nods.* Starscream: Hm. Actually, Blurr, there is something I would like to discuss. ItsyBitsySpyers: *And Ravage suddenly pops Soundwave on the leg with claws. No falling asleep in public.* B l u r r: / tilts helm/ Hmmn? Whirl: *nods back, but very slightly, as he's trying not to be obvious* @R:  Careful. Dangerous advice, mech. *in an attempt to inject a bit of levity* But, seriously. Sorry. I *do* mean it. FakeProwl: *... quietly listens in on Starscream's conversation* Whirl: *he feels like there's more to say, but this isn't the right place, and Starscream's words have piqued his interest* ItsyBitsySpyers: @W: ...Thanks. Starscream: You rejected my offer of cooperation before. However, I'm still willing to seek a mutually beneficial relationship. Whirl: *another surreptitious nod* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave pops back online in time to hear... what is this? What offer of cooperation?* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Sets music internally to keep himself up and focuses* B l u r r: Friends with benefits? Hmmmnh... that requires us to be friends. Whirl: *snickers* Starscream: I'll settle for relaxed aquaintances. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Slow turn to Prowl.* @P: (txt): ...What missed? Starscream, Blurr: interface item? Whirl: ((the hatef uck of the century)) FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Not to my knowledge. I think he's ineptly asking for a /professional/ relationship.» B l u r r: Depends on what I'm getting out of it. B l u r r: It's gonna take a lot for me not to slam your face into the wall and drag it down. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Listens to them again, then a quick glance back to Prowl.* FakeProwl: @Starscream «You're trying to recruit BLURR'S services? Did you miss the fact that he's throwing a party for his last boss's corpse in the coffin next to him?» ItsyBitsySpyers: @P: (txt): 'Ineptly': insufficient. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Settles again. Must hear response.* B l u r r: [[ aw come on Prowl. u were invited ]] FakeProwl: @Soundwave «... Would you like me to use a better synonym, or...?» Starscream: @P ::Have you missed the mechs built into the literal walls around us?:: ItsyBitsySpyers: @P: (txt) Negative. Intention: deal commentary. Words difficult. Apology. Starscream: And that depends on what you want. There are things I cannot offer, and others that I won't. FakeProwl: @Starscream «I assumed you would care less about them than about what he apparently does to the people who hire him. What do you hope to get out of Blurr?» B l u r r: / hums and looks down at the coffin. Drums claws. Looks like he's thinking/ I want access to the entire city. B l u r r: Any time I want it. FakeProwl: @Starscream «No. He can't have unrestricted access to the city.» Starscream: @Prowl:: Enforcement via a method less directly connected to myself.:: FakeProwl: @Starscream «There are more reliable agents we can use.» Whirl: *watches this all with silent, but obviously amused, interest* Starscream: Entire city- and I'm assuming you're including Metroplex in that demand. B l u r r: Is it part of the city? Because then that's an affirmative. Whirl: Teach, you know I like you, but if you go ona  urderspree on my home planet, just remember: I might kick your ***. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble doesn't give a frag what's going on. He's busy sprawled and listening to the music.* B l u r r: I'm not thinking about a murderspree at the moment. Whirl: ((wow my typing is so good tonight)) Whirl: Just so you KNOW. B l u r r: I know. /hums/ Whirl: *this apparently satisfies him* Starscream: Escorted access to an agreed-upon majority of the city, except for Metroplex. That would have to be sorted as a seperate deal. B l u r r: Drop the escort and I'll settle for agreeing on a majority. FakeProwl: @Starscream «We can't afford to leave him escorted. And he has unique mods that would make him incredibly hard to catch if he decided to flee. He might be able to outrun OUR Blurr.» FakeProwl: **unescorted Starscream: *drums fingers on leg* Notice given before any trips into the city, then. And a limit to the number of mechs you can bring with you. Starscream: @Prowl::What mods?:: B l u r r: / hums and looks over at Whirl. Then looks at the coffin. Trying to think like he's supposed to here. Lifts index digit/ A warning before I enter the atmosphere. And only three mechs allowed with me. B l u r r: At a time. FakeProwl: @Starscream «I don't know the details of them. They permit him to move at absurd speeds.» FakeProwl: @Starscream «And I still don't see why you have to use him instead of somebody less likely to betray you and start murdering your citizens.» Starscream: @Prowl ::Because he has the manpower, will most likely refuse to be bought out by a higher offer, and has no interest in taking IAcon for himself.:: Starscream: Notice will be given on who those mechs are at the same time as the general warning. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Oh, his theme song* B l u r r: Hmmm... the mechs are interchangable. FakeProwl: @Starscream «But he may be bought out by a bloodier offer. Or just, casually decide he doesn't feel like working with you anymore.» B l u r r: I can choose to switch out mechs at any time. FakeProwl: "Only three mechs allowed with you." Are you referring to YOUR mechs that you'll bring along, or OUR mechs that will escort you? B l u r r: my own B l u r r: I trust absolutely none of your mechs. FakeProwl: @Starscream «Mandate an escort. He cannot be allowed in Iacon with no restraints.» FakeProwl: @Starscream «... An escort he doesn't know about, if necessary.» Starscream: Agreed, as long as you do not exceed three mechs with you on the ground. The rest have to remain on your ship. Starscream: @Prowl ::Naturally.:: Starscream: Visitations are limited to a day. After that you either have to tell us that you are still in Iacon or leave. Whirl: *raises claw* Whirl: Obviously, I don't count against Teach's limit. B l u r r: They have no problem waiting on the ship as it is right now. /shifts and drums claws/ Depends on what you want me to do. Whirl: So, lemme know when you're in town, mech. B l u r r: Hmm /nods at Whirl / Naturally. B l u r r: Visitations are limited to exactly one day unless The Emperor is in need of repairs. FakeProwl: @Starscream «Permit that, and he'll use false claims of repairs to stay longer.» Starscream: Repairs will have at least one of our mechs assisting, to ensure proper communication on the status of said repairs. B l u r r: Mech can watch but no one touches my ship but me and my crew. FakeProwl: @Starscream «Make it at least two. If there's only one, it's all the easier for that mech to go in and never exit again.» B l u r r: My crew is also allowed to stand guard outside my ship. So that I am not approached by any MORE strangers. B l u r r: Considering how one decided to waltz into my ship last time I was on your planet. Starscream: That sounds like a security issue that should be taken up with your own crew. Any guards you set must remain within twenty meters of your ship. B l u r r: Oh, no worries... he isn't coming back /smirks/ I believe he knows I won't hesitate to shoot him next time. Whirl: *his helm is flicking back and forth like he's watching a tennis match; Whirl is hugely amused* Starscream: Keep your shots to those that get close to the ship, then. B l u r r: / smirks and leans back/ Hmmm... / eyes his claws/ And what are we negotiating for, hn? You and your cabinet want something from us? B l u r r: / glances up and around. Soundwave. Prowl. Starscream. Whirl. Company of Soundwave. / FakeProwl: *shakes his head. nope. he's no part of this.* Starscream: *if Whirl is on the cabinet Starscream wants to know who was drunk enough to approve it* Whirl: Please don't affiliate me with THIS chucklehead, Teach. *gestures to Starscream* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Oh, he'll try to get something out of this, but... not from Blurr. Not this time.* Whirl: *minister of reigious affairs* FakeProwl: I'm his /prisoner./ I wouldn't call myself "cabinet." B l u r r: Oh, I'm not. I'm just assuming he's not the only one. This fool can't lead a city alone. FakeProwl: If I was, this offer would never have been made. B l u r r: Oh, but you have done something once. Whirl: Pribably not, but as I said before--it's a city of idiotic NAILs who thought voting for HIM *gestures to Starscream* was a GOOD idea. Whirl: So I wouldn't be surprised if he WAS running the show alone. B l u r r: /snicker snort. Pats the coffin/ B l u r r: There's always a right hand mech... Starscream: The short answer is that I require /competent/ help. My own options for Enforcers, while useful for general brute tactics, are otherwise lacking. B l u r r: You need an assassin... FakeProwl: @Starscream «Speaking of which, I've been meaning to talk to you about that. They're rubbish at anything resembling police work. Trampling over crime scenes, destroying valuable evidence, et cetera.» Starscream: A secret police isn't very effective if everyone is in on the secret. I require the use of someone that is otherwise seperate from myself. Someone with their own agency. Starscream: And possess more pride than a simple gun for hire. FakeProwl: @Starscream «Either you need to hire a police force independent from your enforcers, or they need training.» Starscream: @P ::I'd rather hire a new force that hasn't yet proven to be completely useless.:: Whirl: *SECRET police? That's interesting* FakeProwl: @Starscream «I'd recommend that as well.» B l u r r: We're not an agency. We're pirates. FakeProwl: ... And, for future reference, the next time you try to form a secret police, maybe don't do it in the presence of one of Rodimus's crewmates and a foreign spymaster.» FakeProwl: ((that was supposed to be @starscream)) Starscream: ...Agency. Capability for independant action. Starscream: @Prowl ::Who said I'm forming a secret police?:: B l u r r: So what you want is someone who will come into your city and kill people you can't kill yourself? FakeProwl: @Starscream «For starters, you did.» FakeProwl: @Starscream «Even if that's not the final term you want to apply to him, the point still stands.» FakeProwl: @Starscream «If you're hiring an independent agent to perform jobs that can't be tied to you, DON'T have witnesses at the job interview that will be able to tie him to you.» Starscream: *Waves a hand dismissively. Whatever, language* More or less. Future tasks may include staged mobs, tactical strikes on key locations, that sort of stuff. Starscream: We can negotiate future jobs as they come up. Starscream: @Prowl ::One witness doesn't live in this plane of existance, and the other is a non-native Soundwave.:: B l u r r: / drums claws on the coffin and looks contemplative / FakeProwl: @Starscream «Yes, Whirl lives here. He's not FROM here but he immigrated to this Lost Light. He's a local.» Whirl: *snickers and nods at Blurr* Already, the job offers are rolling in. Who knew killing one pirate could be so lucrative? B l u r r: Oh, like Starscream would get one over on Thundertron FakeProwl: @Starscream «Everything you and Blurr have said to each other can be reported straight to Rodimus. OUR ROdimus.» Whirl: What? No. I meant, killing Thundertron has been a huge boost to your resume. FakeProwl: @Starscream «If he doesn't, it will only be because he likes Blurr—and someday he might decide he likes Blurr less than he dislikes you.» B l u r r: Oh. K-Kyeheheh. I suppose so. B l u r r: Among other things. Starscream: @Prowl ::Then I leave it up to you to figure out how to prevent Whirl from deciding to tattle.:: Whirl: Boost to morale. Boost to... your wallet. FakeProwl: @Starscream «Figure it out yourself. I spent four million years cleaning up unnecessary messes made by my superior; I didn't throw in my lot with you to do more of the same.» FakeProwl: @Starscream «I would have thought you'd spent enough time cleaning up YOUR superior's messes to know what a waste they are of a second's time.» B l u r r: Hmm... I suppose so. Though, I don't need money Whirl: Pfft. Everyone needs money, Teach. Write that down as lesson number one if you're gonna live here. FakeProwl: @Starscream «So. Excellent work handing damning blackmail material to your chief political rival. "Staged mobs and tactical strikes" indeed.» B l u r r: I'm not gonna LIVE here Starscream: Think it over for a while. I would like your answer within, oh, a week. B l u r r: /sNORT / Whirl: "Here" as in, "the multiverse at large, and not just your corner of it." B l u r r: Restate the terms. Starscream: Restricted access to Iacon with no extra access to Metroplex. Unescorted by Iacon mechs, with a limit of three crew members as company. Crew members can be exchanged. Starscream: Visitations are to be annouced when you break atmosphere, and are not to exceed one day with exceptions if the Emperor needs repairs. At least one Iacon mech will oversee but not interfere with repair FakeProwl: @Starscream «Still should have made it two mechs to oversee.» Starscream: You are permitted to mount a guard around the ship while grounded, as long as the guards do not move more thant twenty meters away. Starscream: @P ::I said at LEAST.:: B l u r r: /shifts and leans over the coffin to look at Starscream/ Targets assigned to me are subject to murder of any degree and the frames belong to me unless needed to evidence. In which case, they will be B l u r r: sent to me. FakeProwl: @Starscream «He's going to fight for it to be one every time. But fine.» B l u r r: / holds up a second digit to add to the first/ Any deaths caused by mass mobs are not my fault, as I cannot control what a mob does with their own rage. B l u r r: / a third digit, and this may surprise you/ I have to know the reason as to why the specific job is given. The /real/ reason. Starscream: Unless the target requires being killed ina specific way, I leave the method up to your descretion. Starscream: *Smirks* Want to make sure you're going after those that deserve it? B l u r r: / hums/ No, I want to know how long the murder needs to be dragged out before they die. Starscream: Very well. Whirl: *tilts his head, but doesn't say anything* B l u r r: / adds a fourth digit. Leans forward more/ And if you ever set me up, rest assured that I will come for you and tear you from your throne and spread your innards along the walls of your city. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy squints. He's pretty sure Starscream doesn't have that many innards.* Starscream: *he didn't specify how many walls* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Maybe, but two walls isn't that impressive a threat. It's gotta be like... twenty. Starscream's not big enough for twenty.* Whirl: *not with that attitude* FakeProwl: ((cut him up in tiny chunks. just smear a little on each wall.)) B l u r r: [[ yes good ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((go big or go home is his style)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((but yes carry on)) B l u r r: And if you put me in a cage, know that I will get out of it. I /always/ get out of it. Whirl: *for one, you have a willing jailbreaker who can bridge u out* Starscream: *that is the risk when dealing with these types, isn't it* Starscream: Naturally. You won't be very useful in a cage, after all. B l u r r: So they say. FakeProwl: @Starscream «His threats are more boring than Lockdown's.» FakeProwl: *he's not even contributing at this point, he's just griping.* B l u r r: / leans back a little/ Regardless... if anything happens to me, my crew knows who to call and how to get them here. Whirl: *shifts in the hammock pile and manages to get one leg free to streeetch* Well, I'm tired. And my medicine is wearing off. *looks at his empty canister* Whirl: So, I'm out. Whirl: *bobs his head at Zori* Good to see you again, Professor. ItsyBitsySpyers: #goodbye! Starscream: *a wave of the hand* Is that an agreement or are you going to deliberate on it more? Whirl: *bobs his head at Rumble, too* ItsyBitsySpyers: #um #I will be back soon #before the dog dies Starscream: (sORI Starscream: ((*zORI Whirl: Do what you gotta, mech. No pressure. Whirl: ((ZORI....)) B l u r r: / waves at Whirl / Whirl: *salutes Blurr, and does another series of bobs for Soundwave and Frenzy. Just bobbin away* FakeProwl: ((............... what dog. i missed something.)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Returns it.* ItsyBitsySpyers: ((Whirl said Zori hadn't been around in a dog's age. Zori asked how old the dog was. The dog is apparently very old now.)) FakeProwl: ((oh. pffff.)) Whirl: *and with a bit of creative wriggling, he is free, and off* B l u r r: One more thing, Starscream. I want discounts on supplies. Starscream: Our economy is barely there and you want discounts? B l u r r: /holds out claw. Wiggles digits. Come on, shake hands with the devil and all that / B l u r r: I'll give them enough money. B l u r r: Pit, I can even bring them more business. Starscream: Somehow I have my doubts. Starscream: *but fine. Handshake it is* B l u r r: / shake shake / B l u r r: / snickering. Rattles claws on the top of the coffin/ Starscream: *this was definitely a bad idea but it's also a good idea so YOLO* B l u r r: / Grins. A very sharp toothed grin / FakeProwl: @Starscream «If you're done with this mistake—I have a far more valuable potential recruit for you to interview.» FakeProwl: @Starscream «Although I suggest NOT doing so in public.» FakeProwl: @Soundwave «While we have Starscream's attention—would you be ready for a job interview? Or do you need time to prepare?» *i.e., get some damn sleep* Starscream: @Prowl ::Suggestion noted. Especially if you're going to fuss this much.:: FakeProwl: @Starscream «YOU should be fussing. Honestly, you used to work with the Senate. Did you learn nothing about how to hide dirty laundry?» ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Preparation requested. Last recharge date: six Earth days ago. Alertness, patience needed. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «How are you not dead.» FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Rhetorical question. Don't answer that.» ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Avoidance request obeyed. Will recharge tonight. Interview possible tomorrow night. Starscream: If we're all finished here, I believe it's time for me to leave. ItsyBitsySpyers: *A farewell ping with just as many formality tags as the greeting one.* FakeProwl: @Starscream «Do you have space in your schedule tomorrow? You can interview him then.» FakeProwl: *has failed to mention who he's offering.* Starscream: *casual wave to Soundwave and Prowl and- yeah nah, not waving a Blurr even if they're now business partners* Starscream: @Prowl:: I have a few free spaces in the evening.:: FakeProwl: @Starscream «Good. Send Soundwave your available times. I'm sure something will overlap.» Starscream: *...points at Soundwave. This one?* ItsyBitsySpyers: ((has prowl considered a career in bomb dropping)) FakeProwl: *affirmative ping* FakeProwl: @Starscream «And for goodness sake, don't point.» Starscream: *A snort. Well, not exactly who he was expecting.* FakeProwl: ((ask carpessa)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((ouch)) Starscream: @Prowl ::I'm the king. I can point if i want.:: ItsyBitsySpyers: *Primus, he's pointing. This is going to be a lot of work.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *He's not just sleeping tonight, he's sleeping in.* FakeProwl: @Starscream «You can't point if you want to keep potential secret assets secret.» Starscream: @PRowl ::Why, was it a secret that you wanted me to ping him?:: Starscream: *will send Soundwave the information for his free slots, tho* FakeProwl: @Starscream «Did you perhaps not notice that we're communicating over comms.» Starscream: ..Why is that, actually. You no longer have snide commentary to keep private. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Skims them and sends one (as yet undetermined but probably around the usual stream start time) back* FakeProwl: @Starscream «Because we're still on somebody else's ship that might be covered in cameras, and /nobody is supposed to know I'm working for you./» ItsyBitsySpyers: *Even if the ship isn't covered in cameras, they're sitting in the room with one sorta, so.* FakeProwl: @Starscream «Please, PRETEND to have a brain, and if you notice I'm doing something unusual assume it's for a good reason and follow my lead.» ItsyBitsySpyers: *And since Starscream is randomly answering the air....* [[He has no snide commentary because there is nothing to be snide about.]] Starscream: Oh no, not anymore. Starscream: *An affirmative ping to Soundwave. That tme is fine* ItsyBitsySpyers: *At least Starscream had the sense to go along with that. Mostly.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Indeed. Please excuse him, Lord. We must return.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rises and summons his crowd. A ping to Prowl (and one to Blurr if he's still around) and they'll all get docked and on their way* Starscream: I was just heading out myself, unless Prowl requires my attention? FakeProwl: No, I'm sure you'd just make my headache worse. Starscream: Then we can agree on something. Goodnight. FakeProwl: *disappears*