#if ur a servant maybe some of these u can get to drop in on and see! yay

[hijackalx]

*SOME DURGE QUEST SPOILERS*

***NONCON AND DRUG USE MENTIONS***

GORTASH SFW HEADCANONS:

ok to start i think when he was a prisoner his hair got rlly long and unkept and he hateddd it so the minute he escaped he chopped that shit off himself and thats why its so unruly lol (*EDIT he always cuts his own hair is what im sayin)

this man is such a taurus like everything about him screams taurus. has a taurus stellium fosho

would listen to superheaven

hes also sooo jenny by studio killers, disco man by remi wolf, happiness by the 1975 coded with Durge 😩😩

with durge hes also giving bf that ur dad hates but like thats canon. i think he likes that hes able to influence durge to the point that they rebel lol. the type of boy u run away with when ur younger

probably BLASTED jet black heart by 5SOS on repeat when Durge disappeared LMFAOO

also i kind of feel like the fearless buff to his clothing is more an insight to his character rather than him needing magic to not be fearful bcz he literally got the shit beat out of him everyday and lived in HELL how can he not be desensitized to everything at that point 😭😭😭 it does not get much worse than that my boy

hes so thique like hes just a big boned dude. tiddies SO fat too EUGH + thick shoulders/arms. he feels so warm and safe i just know it i just KNOW it gurl

also idk if it was supposed to happen but in my latest playthrough during the fight with him he dropped his bow and just started beating the shit out of us 😭😭😭😭 all hands baby like WHAT 😭😭 so i like to think thats his preferred method of fighting idk if thats canon tho i feel like i seen somebody talking abt that before but mightve just been another hc

occasionally does drugs. likes the ones that make him feel really elated (idk what theyre called in bg3 its some kind of dust or something) ALSO HC THAT HE WAS ON SOMETHING WHEN HE WROTE RHAT FUCKED UP NOTE TO FRANC (WAS THAG HIS NAME U GUYS KNOW THE NOTE) HE WAS OBVIOJSLY TRIPPING BALLSSSSS

lots of body hair…… everywhere……. straight and black body hair. that is so sexy to me let me smell the pheromones in your armpits king LMFAO (i think theres something wrong with me)

going off of rhat yes i think he smells good (DIVINE, even) as a woman that is feral and in heat all the time. but to normal ppl he may smell kind of weird. not STINKY stinky but like when u dont shower and ur natural scent starts to mix with the perfume/cologne ur wearing SORRY 😭😭😭 im trying to be realistic here. or maybe like when u wake up and didnt shower the night before and u can still smell the perfume/cologne u put on yesterday. basically what im saying is he might need to shower

hes just so masculine it drives me crazy I LOVE MEN !!!!!!!!!! I LOVE EEENERM. ME E WN

love language:

giving = lowkey getting acts of service vibes here but u didnt hear it from me 🤫🤐 gift giving too. tav is just his widdle babie and he wants to make sure theyre the happiest they can be 🥺😩

receiving = acts of service LMAO give and get back type of shit

relationship wise i think he is the most doting and sweetest person. like tav will never have to worry abt anything ever again bcz he will handle everything. takes care of them cuz they are his king/queen 😌

GORTASH NSFW HEADCANONS:

yeah going off that last hc he is sweet outside the bedroom but a menace in it. its just the way he is. its probably exhausting too 😩 like if u ask him to be gentler/less intense he will try for a while but probably wont enjoy it as much. he doesnt like to hold back.

i WILL say tho ☝🏻🤨 i think when he gets close to finishing he gets a little more soft/loving. he just has to get his badness out first yall its fine

HIGH libido wants to smash all the time. he also (POSSIBLE NONCON MENTION !!!!!!!) thinks that since ur his u should be willing to give it up whenever he wants it. (NONCON MENTION OVER) i think in the bedroom he sees u as a servant even if ur considered his equal normally. like hes a chosen of bane he has to feel like he has control over u in SOME way

can be selfish depending on his mood. sometimes he doesnt see u as anything other than a toy (lowkey hard for me to admit but i NEVA LIE GIRLS !!!!! 🙅🙅🙅) like can be such a fucking asshole about it too

BUT !!! when he is feeling generous he is soooo generous. EUGH like he will make sure u enjoy urself!!!! probably multiple times !!!!!!!!!!!!

dont know why nobody else has said he has a daddy kink. so obvious like call him daddy ms thing he will nut so hard. oh corruption kink too. like can u imagine Durge being so innocent when they first met cuz they were never allowed to get close to anybody and hes just sooo into it HELLO i got to write that fic NEOW

omg breeding kink too give him heirs. will fuck the shitttt out of u in a mating press. probably comes a lot too almost impossible not to get pregnant with him LMAO

likes to pick u up and fuck u. manhandling king. also will do the faerun equivalent to coke and wants u to do it w him then fuck nasty afterwards

i feel like he doesnt last an extremely long time. 15-20 mins is THE MOST youre getting out of him lol he just gets very excited (which is lowkey kind of cute??)

do i even have to say that this man is packing schmeat. heavy dick. heavy balls. allow me to bear some of that weight for u my liege 🤲🏻🧎

ORIN BONUS ????:

mostly nsfw

ok i didnt originally plan to add orin but listen….. gortash is a charismatic guy….. imagine orin was into him too LISTEN ! like shes jealous asf of Durge in that sense too not just bcz of them being bhaal’s fav. like when i think abt them i just am getting a vibe okay. this trio……..

every time she sees gortash and Durge acting close and doing all their yucky lovesick shit she just gets soooo mad. now imagine she shifts into Durge to get gortash to fuck her. yeah… yall seeing the vision? would he ever find out ?? imagine that was why he hates orin so much?? he doesnt want to tell Durge (cuz thats cheating hes not a cheater duh 🙄 plus hes scared theyll be mad at him) and thats why his explanations as to why he hates orin are so vague

[isackwhy]

HEAR ME OUT

Yumi taking care of sleepy gn! reader? like they dont want to get out of bed at all so he ends up being like a little servant 😭

(my first time requesting so if this is bad just ignore!)

- 🎸 anon

i’m writing these high as hell so imma do headcanons i hope that’s okay absbdbd

alsooo hiii omg

he told you’d be too tired to go out tomorrow if you stayed up all night

he warned ya

but you just had to stay up till 5am rewatching your favorite show

he had fallen asleep long before u did while ur eyes stayed glued to the laptop screen

now here u are—at 10am—refusing to get out of bed to go to the mall like u guys said u would

“i told you this would happen,” yumi rolls his eyes

you pout “can you get me one of tanner’s bagels,” you smile as brightly as you can to convince your boyfriend.

your body is snuggled up under the covers still while yumi has showered AND gotten ready

yumi mimics your pout back, hands on his hips, “babe. i warned you this would happen. you’re the one that wanted to go to build a bear and the mall—“

“well. maybe a bagel will—,” you yawn loudly, “convince me.”

yumi shakes his head but goes downstairs

after a few minutes yumi still hasn’t come back

is he actually that mad? you start to wonder

but sleep begins to consume you again as your boyfriend’s cologne scented sheets also consume you

right as your eyes flutter open, his bedroom door clicks open and there is yumi with a buttered bagel, some pineapple and a glass of water

“nuh uh. wake up. i prepared you a meal,” yumi tsks jokingly as he sets the plate down on the nightstand.

you grin up at him, up to your neck still snuggled in his comforter

“i love youuuu,” you drag out

yumi tries to hide his smile but it fails and one beams across his face as he leans in to kiss you

you put your hand around his neck, pulling him closer

you pull away for a second, “we don’t have to go today yknow. we can go tomorrow—“

“you wanted to go to build a bear though,” yumi chuckles, lips still barely an inch from each other

you furrow your brows, “it’ll be there tomorrow. i’m just,” you yawn, “so very tired and it’s my own fault—i know—“

you’re cut off by yumi connecting your lips again, cutting off your rambling. you happily kiss back, giggling a second before he pulls away now

you smirk and yumis face drops

“what do you want now, hm?” yumi whispers gently

you tilt your head, smirk still across your face, “i left a monster in the fridge. can you—“

“yeah. yeah. on it,” yumi laughs before disappearing downstairs to get your monster

i hope this is good :) as i said i’m high as hell. there’s like drama going on. losing it a bit tbh. anyway!!!!!!!!!!! thank u for the request :P

[originlist]

the successive deaths of ritsuka fujimaru.

you have dreamed before of death. you are no stranger to narrow escapes, and there are times when you didn’t escape, saved only by twists of fate, your being only in a dream all along, or a timeline collapsing into yours. sometimes, still, they haunt your dreams again.

1. beltane.

it’s real and unreal at once, a dream and present. aren’t they always? you don’t know. “you have to kill me,” says the green man, because he’s the sacrifice and he loves you too much to let you have a part in this incoherent revelry. your own blood sings in your ears.

“just come back home afterwards,” you tell him as you push a knife into where you think his throat is. just come back home. you aimed wrong. or maybe it’s just impossible to kill the green man like this. a part of you doesn’t mind, because you don’t want to be the death of anything you love, no matter how much the part you love is buried under moss and living stone.

you really didn’t want to hurt him, and that’s where it gets you. the sound of music gets louder around you, frantic, dizzying. it smells like plants. something bites into your chest and you can feel your blood feeding the grass beneath. shouldn’t this kill you? you are not the sacrifice but you are a sacrifice. he loves you. teeth tear your heart. you forgive him. it’s because you couldn’t manage the knife mostly... it’s not robin’s fault.

of everyone you could possibly die to, you mind him the least. the seasons turn. do you help? all you hear is the music, even after your vision blacks. all there is, is the music. spring is here. it wants to be fed. alright, alright.

you’ll feed it, because it’s robin.

but, ah, it hurts....

2. the depths.

it tastes sweet, strangely. you fall in slow motion, with the taste of strange honey in your mouth for reasons you don’t really understand. water follows, but you can’t move enough to swim. it feels like watching yourself from an outsider’s view, a person sinking slowly and passively in a black sea.

what fell before you first was a star. a bird, wings cracked and broken off by a monster. a pity, you wanted to see the solo. you wanted her to dance. but what were you alone supposed to do against a beast, one who makes your mind buzz, vision go blank, makes you feel like you’ve had your face shoved into a lotus flower, too close to its lakewater.

maybe you did and that’s why there’s water in your nose. maybe you drowned. you assumed that would hurt more, but this is more like falling asleep. ah, you can’t feel your body any more.

“sorry,” you silently tell the egret (swan, she says, though you think her more like an egret). “i really thought i’d be reliable enough.”

a flash of light, a glimpse of something bright white. the last thing you see as you think oh, maybe it’s not too late...? you’ll cheer her on. of course you will. you, for her, for everyone you represent, will cheer her climactic solo. redux. you don’t see as your command seals flare and impart on the bird’s flight all that you can give. why hold back? it’s the last thing this ‘you’ can do. will do. this is your denouement.

3. the furthest reach.

it’s not a real place. you know this. at the real end of the world, you were surrounded by both servants and demon pillars. more of the former. because you aren’t supposed to be truly alone, but in this place you are.

in this place, it’s worse, because you’re in your own head and you know it, but there’s nothing you can do about it. maybe it’s a final curse from goetia. maybe you’re just fucking traumatized. you end up at the end of the world, alone.

forever, there is only this place, beyond time and space and reality and anyone’s ability to reach or save you. you walk.

what else are you going to do?

you never get anywhere, no matter how far you walk. it’s the same. the leftovers of demon pillars, dead and hollowed out. broken stone. things that once were great and now are pieces of marble long forgotten. you might be long forgotten, too. what else are you going to do? but walk, and think about walking, because it’s either that or thinking about how alone you are and how silent it is. even when you slip or if you talk to yourself, the sound dies before it’s made.

a human can only live so long. it’s been an eternity. it’s been a second. in this place, you will die eventually. of exposure. of deprivation. of isolation. of your feet giving out from under you and leaving you with no other option but to lie there and let your awareness rot, having forgotten who you are and why you are here, in this pit of eternity and nothingness. a parting gift. from [???]. maybe.

4. the [???] of [???].

the air is hot and choking, a bitter taste on every inhale. laden with curses. your hands are bloody. your own. everyone else’s. chaldea is crushed underfoot, and you speak to something immense and incomprehensible.

you are pleading. there is no life to save. “please, come home.” the command seals on your arm are dull scars beneath the blood and burns. there is poison in your veins. “i don’t hold it against you. we can still fix it. please, [???], just trust me. come back.”

hands reach for you, the same which have managed to kill every one of your allies. you have defeated embryonic beasts, emerging monstrosities, lostbelt kings, but this is not that. pupating, maybe. you do not flinch, because you aren’t scared. you simply don’t have any other options. the air gets heavier as it approaches, until you’re lightheaded and dizzy on foul prana and your own blood in your lungs.

you’re picked up. the presence of the current [???], even as ‘chrysalis’, is toxic to humanity. inherently. in these hands, dizzy, with blood that’s more poison than you dribbling from your lips, you try to hold yourself up, still rambling. they’re forgiven. they’re forgiven. please don’t be lost. i will always welcome you home.

you die here, because the presence is suffocating and there was no other option for a human in the presence of its antithesis. you die with words on your lips, said in a bubble of blood, slipping with your hand still offered. you die, the last human, and there is a pause.

and then, there is a scream, desperate and despairing and mourning.

5. someone else’s dream.

something echoes in the wood of the rafters. paper pins you down at the same time as a voice and face you know whispers love against your intercostals. you’re called a name that is and isn’t yours. once again your heart is palmed, still not for the first time. for the sake of [???], you don’t let them know that.

your bones crack. you can’t feel your own blood, but you do feel the blood of someone else dripping onto you, into your flayed-open ribcage. “this is love,” someone says, and you know them both wrong and right. maybe it is. maybe it’s not the type you want. it’s still forgiven. you don’t know why, you just can’t hold a grudge here.

even as bones crack between teeth and your heart is pressed too tight in hand, you still can’t hold a grudge. you can just wish this wasn’t happening. is it so hard, to simply not be disemboweled by someone whispering saccharine. funny, fitting, it reminds you of shimousa... “this is love.” well. you don’t relate, but you can believe them. it makes you sad, strangely. it must be so sad... is [      ] lonely?

even as they tear you open, searching for something you don’t have, you wish you could provide whatever it is. sorry. the words aren’t aloud, but some part of you mouths: don’t be lonely, don’t be so lost, you can still come home... because you’re still [???], aren’t you?

you die, bleeding out, in a flurry of sound and frantic hands grabbing at you, and this time your final words are once again “it’s okay, don’t worry”.

6. [???] [???]

the [???] [          ] your [???].         chest           [         ]   hurts. [???] [???]             cold air. [            ]

this is not a memory you know.

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Unjust

Prompts: Prompt for ya if u like! Ur so talented, big fan of your stories!-->>> Arthur is forced to come to grips with how little Merlin's life matters to society when Uther refuses to even discipline the nobles who beat him, dismissing Arthur with the words that will change how he sees the world forever; "Stop being so dramatic, he's only a servant. I'll get you a new one." - anon

The last fic you just wrote with h/c and merlin's duties as a servant WAS SO GOOD AND SO PAINFUL. Could we get a sequel? Maybe the knights trying to deal with the aftermath or the first time it happens again and Merlin trying to figure out what's something he's supposed to tell Arthur about v. actually his job? I don't know - anon

Ah yes more of these bois always

Read on Ao3 Part 1

Warnings: implied/referenced abuse, uther is an absolute gobshite, merlin gets hurt quite bad

Pairings: merthur, can be platonic or romantic you decide

Word Count: 2624

Arthur thought it couldn’t get worse.

Couldn’t get worse than Merlin looking at all of them with a completely serene expression on his face and telling them he’s been abused since the second he set foot in Camelot. That he could look at all of them and be absolutely sincere, calm, almost resigned about the torment he’s been put through.

Couldn’t get worse than Merlin being confused when all of the knights immediately protested, that yes, Merlin, this is systematic abuse, that has been allowed to pass unseen for too long, that there are no consequences for things like this but damnit there should be. That Merlin, somehow, knew that this was wrong but didn’t call it abuse.

Couldn’t get worse than Merlin looking at him, right at him, and telling him that Arthur has abused him, since day one, and that he doesn’t feel it’s his place to stop him. That Arthur has been complicit and has helped people abuse him because he thought Arthur didn’t care enough to help him realize that it was wrong.

No, Arthur thought they were past the worst of it.

Now Arthur tells Merlin bluntly that he’s not supposed to be the servant to any visiting knight. He’s supposed to walk them to their chambers and leave, right then. There will be other servants who will help them get settled the rest of the way. One will see to the bed. One will see to the food. One will see to the armor if, and only if, it is requested. Merlin will not spend a second more around the knights than he has to.

Merlin looks a little afraid when he tells him that and Arthur can’t stop himself from taking the man into his arms and asking him what’s the matter.

“They’ll be angry,” he mutters, studiously avoiding Arthur’s gaze, “they’ll be angry I’m not staying.”

“Then they can come and talk to me.” Arthur brushes Merlin’s hair out of his face. “But they don’t get to harm you.”

Leon enforces it the first time a knight decides no, he’s going to get upset when Merlin leaves. Leon’s temper does not flare often, nor does it flare particularly high, but he’ll never forget the way Merlin rushes to his side and tells him he swears Leon’s eyes flashed red for a second. Leon tells him later that he…persuaded the knight to be grateful that there were servants here to help him at all.

He makes sure to be nearby the next time, just to see Leon slam the knight against the wall.

Leon bustles Merlin down to the armory, passing it off as the need to clean the weapons, when Arthur knows full well it’s an excuse to hoard Merlin to themselves and keep him safe.

Sometimes Elyan takes it a step further, comes between whatever knight thinks it’s a good idea to accost Merlin in the armory and tells them back off. He makes a show of Merlin knowing exactly where all the weapons are and exactly how often one of them will come down to find him. Merlin returns to Arthur’s chambers after the first time with a soft ‘you’d really come look for me?’ Arthur doesn’t quite cuddle him to sleep that night but they don’t move from the hug for a while.

Percival, of course, turns the protective hug into an art form. The man is huge, certainly much larger than the average knight, and watching him glare at someone over Merlin’s shoulders is quickly turning into one of Arthur’s favorite past times. He’s no stranger to the way Merlin will sometimes scoot closer to someone when he’s feeling overwhelmed, but it’s something else to see Percival almost mold into shape when Merlin’s by his side. A soft word in Percival’s ear and you couldn’t drag him away.

Lancelot is never far from Merlin’s side. Merlin jokes one day that he and Arthur have some sort of alliance or pact; one of them is never allowed to be further than a few paces away from him if the other isn’t around.

“That’s not true, Merlin,” Lancelot chuckles, nudging his knee with his foot, “the two of us don’t have that pact.”

No, Arthur smiles privately to himself, the six of us have that pact.

And sometimes Merlin can’t come to Arthur. That knowledge still burns when he remembers it, but it makes sense. Arthur holds a position of power. Arthur has—whether he feels sick with regret or not—contributed to Merlin’s abuse. Arthur is not always there for Merlin the way he needs to be. But Lancelot is.

And when Lancelot isn’t, Merlin always has Gwaine.

Arthur is not too proud to admit that he and Gwaine butt heads more often than they don’t, certainly when it comes to Merlin. But where Merlin’s safety and comfort is concerned, they never fight. It is Merlin who dictates where he feels the safest, whose side he wants to stay at for a while. It is Merlin who decides where he will run when he’s upset. They never fight about it. It’s always concern—what can they do to help? When was the last time he ate? Does he want to talk about what happened? Merlin notices it the first time Arthur accidentally walks in on him lying in Gwaine’s arms and there’s nary a barb tossed between them before Arthur is softly asking if he’s allowed to stay too and Gwaine tucking him into the embrace alongside them.

“Did you two finally learn how to get along?”

“Only for you, Merlin,” Gwaine says quietly, “only for you.”

And yes, there are absolutely nights where Merlin shakes more than he usually does or one of the visiting knights makes the mistake of cuffing him where they can see and they all end up piled into Arthur’s chambers. After the knight’s been humiliated on the training field by every single one of them and blacklisted from any future tournaments.

Merlin doesn’t always ask for them, but when he does, everyone drops everything. That’s the unspoken agreement. Merlin so much as sniffles and their afternoon plans are dust. Arthur will never forget the day Percival swept into his chambers with Merlin in his arms, the other knights in a guard of honor as Merlin threw his arms around Arthur’s neck.

“Shh, shh,” Arthur murmurs, lowering them to the ground as Leon tells the guards to leave them be, “you’re safe, I won’t hurt you, you’re alright.”

That’s a promise.

So yes, Arthur thought it couldn’t get worse.

As always, leave it to his father to make everything worse.

Merlin is missing. Arthur strides out of his chambers before the guards even realize the doors have been thrown open. Merlin is missing and that’s all that matters. His armor clanks loudly in the hallway and the other people jump to the side to get out of his way.

Good.

He knocks on the door of Gaius’s chambers. Gaius looks at him like he’s just grown another head. It doesn’t matter. Where is Merlin?

“I thought he was with you, sire.”

Merlin is missing. He leaves with strict instructions to find him whenever Merlin turns up. He stalks to the armory and runs into Elyan and Percival. Where is Merlin?

“Haven’t seen him,” Elyan mutters, already rushing off, “I’ll ask Gwen.”

Percival falls into step behind him as they hustle down the corridor. Leon comes out of one of the halls and immediately assumes a position on Arthur’s left.

“What is it, sire?”

“Where is Merlin?”

Leon doesn’t say another word. If all the guards decide to flatten themselves against the wall as the three of them go by, that’s their business.

They find Gwaine muttering curses as he storms toward the tournament grounds.

“Where is Merlin?”

“If the way Godefroy was looking at him is any indication—“ and they’re already seeing red— “then we need to move.”

No need to tell them twice.

Arthur leads the charge down to the door. He throws it open and all the training knights freeze. He glares around at them, looking for Merlin, Merlin, you’re not Merlin.

“Godefroy,” comes Leon’s clipped voice, “where?”

“This way.” They turn to see Lancelot stalking toward the training ground, the other recruits parting like smoke as they storm forward.

Arthur feels it before he hears it.

Smack!

The other knights are caught in the maze of weapon racks as Arthur darts through the armory.

“Stupid, worthless boy, needs to be taught a lesson.”

Smack!

The wounded yelp makes him push faster. He rounds the corner and—

Godefroy. On top of Merlin. His hand raises to smack him again. Merlin on his back. Hands up. Defending but not defending enough.

His teeth are not bared.

His expression is resigned.

He does not spit in the knight’s face.

The knight moves to strike him again.

Not on my goddamn watch.

“Get your hands off him,” Arthur snarls, the blade singing as he pulls it from the scabbard, “get your hands off him!”

Godefroy looks up. “He’s just a servant, he needs to be disciplined properly.”

“You must not have heard me—“ why is he still too far away?— “I told you to get off of him.”

Godefroy rolls his eyes but complies, because Arthur is the prince and his word is law but that doesn’t mean the knight has to agree.

Merlin doesn’t move.

Arthur snarls again, readying his sword for an attack only for Godefroy to stand there, not readying himself for the blow.

“How dare you strike him,” he spits, “how dare you raise a hand to him.”

Godefroy says nothing.

“Are you too much of a coward to defend yourself?” Arthur hefts the sword. “Are you?”

“Arthur,” comes a steel voice from the other end of the hall, “what is the meaning of this?”

He turns.

Uther strides toward him, looking down his nose the way Arthur looks at the muck on his boots. “Surely you have some explanation for your behavior.”

“He hurt Merlin,” Arthur growls, gesturing at—oh, Merlin, why are you still on the floor?

Uther scoffs. “I understand being possessive of your property, but really, Arthur, there’s no need for such childish behavior.”

“Childish—Father, he hurt him.”

“So?”

So?

So?

Fucking so?

“He’s just a servant,” Uther says, waving a dismissive hand, “stop being so dramatic. I’ll get you another one if Godefroy breaks him.”

Godefroy steps around Arthur, looking far too smug, and leaves.

Arthur stands there, panting, as his chest roils with anger too deeply buried to come out as anything other than agony.

This. This is why Merlin didn’t believe him.

Distantly, he hears the other knights rushing down the corridor and he turns, sheathing the sword and crouching, all but ripping off his rough gloves to cradle Merlin’s head in his hands.

“Merlin,” he calls softly, “Merlin, can you hear me?”

Merlin nods, his eyes still a little dazed.

“Good. Try and sit up. Lean on me if you need to.”

By the time Lancelot rushes forward to fall to his knees beside them, Merlin is propped up against Arthur’s shoulder, his head far too red for his liking. Gwaine mutters another curse as the knights spill protectively into the hall.

“Merlin,” Lancelot calls, “Merlin?”

Merlin shakes his head. “It’s fine.”

“It’s not,” he corrects, taking Merlin’s hand, “it’s really not.”

“It’s better me than someone else.”

Arthur buries his head in Merlin’s neck. Because Merlin’s right.

How many other servants have had to go through this? How many people has the mighty wheel of Uther Pendragon crushed underneath its weight? How many times has he turned the corner into a hallway where someone was beaten just for being a servant?

Merlin has him. Merlin has the knights. Merlin has Gaius. Merlin will be protected because they know about Merlin.

Who don’t they know about?

“This stops,” he grits out, “right now.”

“You can’t stop everyone,” Merlin mumbles, still slumped against Arthur, “you can’t, Arthur.”

“I’m the Crown Prince of Camelot,” Arthur says, holding Merlin tightly, “if I decide that there need to be consequences for actions, there will damn well be consequences.”

There are.

Merlin is shuttled back to his chambers with Lancelot and Elyan. Gwaine and Percival return to the training grounds with twin looks of determination. Arthur and Leon go straight to the steward.

The steward blinks up at them, clearly taken aback by the question. “I’m terribly sorry, sire, would you mind asking one more time?”

“The servants,” Arthur says, “how many of them are mistreated? How are they mistreated? I want to know.”

“Well, sire…all of them.” The steward fiddles with a stack of paper, moving it aside so he can lean on his elbows. “They do not have…there is not the power to protect them the way there is to protect you or the knights.”

“And how do we give them that power?”

“Come again, sire?”

“They are people,” Arthur says firmly, Leon’s unwavering presence at his side, “they are people and they should be treated as such. How do we ensure that happens?”

“W-well, sire,” the steward says slowly, “any large reforms would need the consent of the King. But there are…there are smaller ways that we can arrange for their treatment to…improve.”

“Such as?”

The steward looks at him strangely. “Forgive me, sire, but…I did not expect this behavior from you.”

Arthur shifts in the chair. “Perhaps I’ve been refusing to look for too long.”

“It is an admirable shift, sire.”

“It’s common decency. Now what do we do?”

Some knights start finding it hard to run into servants in the hallways. Some knights don’t receive chambers with proper insulation. Some knights are beaten down on the training ground over and over. Some knights find it impossible to stay.

Some knights figure out what’s going on quickly. Some knights have kind words and soft questions and thank-yous. Some knights start to push back when they see another knight be too brash, too rough, too callous.

Some knights get it. Some knights don’t.

Those that don’t either leave fast or learn faster.

Godefroy finds himself the training dummy, pelted with arrows, clubs, staffs. The other knights find he has grown cocky over sparring with whatever servants have been dragged out to the field and do not hide their interest when Leon offers to help him regain some of his prowess.

He never gets within five feet of Merlin again.

Uther is beside himself, wondering where all his servants have gone, where all his knights are going, and why no one else seems to be the least bit concerned about it. Arthur smiles privately to himself as he watches the steward explain calmly that if he wants to know what’s going on with the servants, perhaps he could try talking to them.

“After all, sire, servants are people too.”

[cherryonigiri]

the retrospective: alice’s 1k special || lover masterlist

matchup requests: CLOSED

@bbytetsu​ asked: 💘id love a matchup. mbti: infp/isfp. in kind, creative, strong-willed, independent, romantic. my hobbies: cooking, doing my nails, gym-ing, watching movies, writing, astrology. my style is minimal, a lil romantic, and a lil punk (i 💖daisy daisy tv, vivienne westwood). fav outfit: white oversized button up + corset skirt (like orseund iris’s gamine skirt) + black kitten heels. fav drink: cold barley tea/passion fruit green tea w boba! i dont have a fav team but it wouldnt b karasuno yikes + omg i didnt know my house or patronus lmfaoo but i took a quiz n it said ravenclaw n orca 😳 hope that helps  — ang

A/N: aHHHHHH ANG!!!!!! HIIIIII I HOPE U R DOING WELL ALSO OMG TYSM FOR GOING OUT OF UR WAY TO TAKE UR PATRONUS + HP HOUSE TEST HEHEEH OOO THAT IS SUCH AN INTERESTING COMBO WITH ORCA + RAVENCLAW. LOTS OF LOVE -alice PS - lmaoooooooo I was gonna match u with suga but ig that’s not happening 

Your matchup is: Semi Eita

How you met: You’re working part time as a bartender at a place where Semi regularly performs with his band. He probably does 2-3 shows per month, and you come in early before the night starts to set up the bar, so the two of you end up talking because it’s only the two of you in the bar until opening. You’re working on finishing up your college degree and Semi just graduated and started his job as a civil servant. The two of you strike up easy conversation whenever he’s setting up for the night, and by now you know his regular drink and have it ready for him after he and the band finish their set. Eventually, you find out that the two of you actually attended the same university, only that you were in different departments/colleges. 

Your first date: I feel like Semi is the kind of guy who will play things by ear for a while - and figure out if you’re interested or not. He probably just approaches you after his set and sits down at the bar until closing, sipping his favorite drink. He offers to help you clean up and the two of you enjoy companionable silence. Probably acts all chill/suave and is like “hey do you want to go out with me?” once you finish locking up the bar. For your first date, probably a nice dinner befor hand followed by a movie. I feel like Semi is a sucker for classic date ideas. Ooo but he’d probably take you to a drive in movie theatre - probably in a pickup truck. He packs several blankets, pillows + snacks so the two of you can lie in the bed of the truck watching the movie in peace. Lots and lots of cuddling during said movie.

Your first kiss: Ahhh it’s so romantic bc it also happens on your first date. The credits are rolling and people are slowly starting to pack up their stuff but you and Semi just sit there, kind of leaning on each other and enjoying each other’s presence. Slowly the lights + the projector turn off and it’s just the two of you and the stars. Mayhaps there is (coincidentally) a shooting star or meteor shower as you cup his cheek to bring his face closer to yours. I just imagine after the first time your lips touch Semi can’t get enough and pulls you closer, dragging you into his lab where the two of you continue to make out for quite a bit before packing things up and driving back to the city. When he drops you off at your place late at night he pulls you into another long and fierce kiss before you get out of the car. 

Anniversary: I feel like Semi would get you two matching/paired leather jackets - custom made/comissioned with some elaborate embroidery. They wouldn’t be identical, but the designs would be similar or centered around a similar theme - maybe the same flower/object embroidered but with slightly different designs that represent your individual quirks and personalities - your jacket might have symbols related to astrology, have some laces/ties whereas semi’s might have some references to his band + volleyball. I feel like you might get creative and maybe getting some custom jewelry for the two of you - some rings, studs, earrings, etc. For the day of the anniversary itself - the two of you have a lazy day at home - maybe a jam session or karaoke session where Semi plays the guitar + binge watching marvel movies or something. 

How they propose: Probably after you graduate from university. Semi still plays gigs at the bar you used to work at, except now that you have a full time job in a field you’re passionate about, you’re usually part of the audience, nursing some fruity version of a Long Island iced tea. As the band has grown, Semi has also grown as a songwriter (let’s be real he’s secretly a poet) so they’ve been performing more and more songs with Semi’s original lyrics/melodies. Towards the end of the night, when the bar isn’t as crowded, Semi steps up to the mic and dedicates the next song (I think he might call it “glowing eyes in the evening”) and it’s basically a song about your first date + other memories in your relationship. At the end he walks into the audience and kneels down in front of you, and says “Hey, can we get married?” 

What your wedding looks like: Definitely on the smaller side - Semi is a private person and invites a small group of people that he genuinely cares about + really values to the wedding. I feel like both of you have kind of a punk + modern aesthetic, so I feel like your wedding might also reflect that - I’m thinking you’ll probably find a gothic style chapel (architecture wise) to get married in bc it matches your aesthetic, but also the decorations would be super sleek + modern. As part of your reception Semi sings you a song + your first dance is to the recording of the song he sang when he proposed. I think Ushijima and Tendou tag team the best men toast and Semi probably yells at Tendou to stop calling him “semi semi” but also Tendou comes in clutch by providing desserts/chocolate for your wedding. 

Newlywed/domestic hc: You and Semi buy a house together, mainly because you convert one of the larger bedrooms into a creative studio/haven of sorts. It’s soundproof so Semi can jam inside and also has a bunch of production equipment but it’s also sort of cozy - with fairy lights, bean bags and a lot of throw pillows + blankets. Also there’s a lot of cupboards of stuff that you use for your artistic/creative projects. Also I feel like you and Semi would enjoy couple workouts - maybe every weekend on Saturday morning you’ll clear out your living room and lay out some yoga mats + weights and follow a workout video together.

[petri808]

Karaoke Kraze

@fic-writer-appreciation

Lucy, Cana, and Levy have been friends since childhood.  Home for the summer from college they head to their favorite club to drink, sing, and just party the night away.  Levy’s boyfriend Gajeel brings his friends along but Lucy’s lyrical enchantments quickly leaves his younger cousin Natsu spellbound.

Ch 4 of 10: Flirt

Ch 5 of 10: The One

“H-h-heartfillia??!!  As in that Heartfillia family!”

“Oh, you didn’t know?  I thought someone would have told you tonight who I was.”

“N-no, no one did.”

“Why, does that bother you?”

“It doesn’t, I was just surprised that someone of your um, social standing would be interested in a guy like me.”

She frowns.  “What do you mean by that?”

“I-I mean… Well... I’m just an average guy and…”

Crossing her arms and looking away, “I don’t care about such things.  Most of the guys that hit on me do it for two reasons, for my looks or my money and I’m just sick of it.”

“Hey,” he gingerly takes one of her hands to uncross them and with the other turns her chin back to him.  Pausing for a moment to search deeply into her watery eyes, “Luce I’m not like those guys.

“And what makes you so different?”

He smiles, “In art class it was these eyes of yours that first got my attention.”  Her body starts to relax.  “They’re so bright and engaging that they just draw you in.”  Sigh, he looks down, “I know you don’t remember but I do like it was yesterday.  It was the second day of class and I had just walked in, you looked up from your desk and when our eyes met, you smiled at me.  It…”

“I do…” she whispers.  Shifting his face back to her gaze; his green eyes flash with a mixture of surprise and exhilarating delight.  Now she smiles and caresses his cheek, “I remember thinking you’re the first boy I’ve ever seen with pink hair; it’s my favorite color after all... But you never tried to talk to me or look at me again...”  

He runs his hand through his hair, “Yeah, I was a total introvert back then…  I mean I’m still shy but back then it was worse, I probably would have fainted if I had tried to talk to you.”  She giggles at the thought.  “But tonight it wasn’t your eyes, it was your voice.  As soon as Elfman opened the door and I heard it; ugh Wow it was so entrancing; it just beckoned at me to follow.  While the others went to the bar I just kept heading towards its source and then when I saw who it was attached to, it was like a double slap; to be coming from a beautiful woman!”

“And you really didn’t know who I was?” she murmurs

He shakes his head, “You could’ve been a waitress for all I cared, in that moment you had me hooked like a fish on a line.”

“Natsu, I…”

Both their phones start pinging and blinking with messages.  

‘OMG u go Grl!  B Cray Cray undr covrs 2nite ;)’ –Cana.  

‘N u sly dog!  Hope u got protection :)- ’ –Gray.  

‘Cuz, don’t do anyting I wouldnt!’ –Gajeel.  

‘Oooh N, ur hands r so Big.  Wht elses Big?…  LMAO b ‘safe’ 2nite!’ –Levy.   ‘Txt me 2morw’ –Levy.  

‘Txt me later later’- Gray.  

‘Advice, dominate her, women <3 when guys lead  G-Luck’- Loke.  

When they look up from their phones they’re cheeks are varying shades of crimson.  “S-so what’d they say?” his voice cracking in embarrassment

“Um, have fun…”

“Y-yeah, same here…”

Based on their facial expressions they know that’s a lie but neither is willing to admit to it.  Turning away slightly from each other to hide the messages they fire off their replies.

Group text to Levy & Cana- ‘Really U guys! I’ll call u 2morw’

To Gray- ‘Txt u 2morw, Y coverd if go there’  

To Gajeel- ‘Won’t promise’  

To Loke- ‘Will keep in mind’  

‘XXXXXXX!!! Smooch, Smooch, Smooch. XXXX Finally!!’- Cana.  

‘Uhh, Uhhhh, Uhh, MMmmm Natsu…  yes, Yes, YES!  LMAO!!!’ –Levy.  

‘Y not go there?’ –Gray.

Group text back to Levy & Cana- ‘Seriously!!!’  

‘8--- >O  ;)-‘  -Cana.  

‘Nah Jokn, dnt push N 2 hard K’ –Levy.

To Gray- ‘u know me’ To Cana- ‘??‘

‘Insert here’ –Cana.

Her face heats up.  To Cana- ‘OMG!!’

To Levy- ‘Y?’

‘Hes a sweet <3’ –Levy.

‘Jst sad man’ –Gray.

To Levy – ‘K’

To Gray- ‘Wtvr u know y I wont…’ ‘LMAO! Grl jst b nice k, tlk 2 u in morn’ –Cana.

Sigh, “They are so crazy!”

“Hmm?” he looks up from his phone.  “Who is?”

“My friends.”  

On the rest of the drive back to her home, they do their best to keep themselves composed but Natsu’s faring a little better than she is considering her texts were more explicit.  He puts his hand on her back instead of around her waist and softly rubs it to calm her nerves.  She starts to melt into his side as it relaxes her but not in the way he intended.  A permanent blush has stained her cheeks because now his touch just makes her think even more about possible bedroom activities later that night...

When they pull into the driveway, Natsu gulps; the closest he’s ever been to the inside of a mansion was watching them on television and here he was invited to one by a beautiful billionaire.  His conscious mind throws up warning bells, hesitant if he really should have taken the girls offer.  Events were moving so quickly and it was pushing him well outside of his comfort zone, but in the heat of the moment he just couldn’t say no to her.

As they get right up to the looming structure it is quite imposing when you’re not used to such things.  He counts two maybe three floors, what may be a garden on the right side, and a multi-vehicle carport to the left.  Capricorn drops them off at the front door and Lucy leads him inside.  A maid greets them in the foyer, raising an eyebrow when she sees Lucy’s male guest.   She asks if they need anything and Natsu just says he’s thirsty, that he doesn’t want to end up with a hangover tomorrow.  “Virgo please bring us both some water in the parlor.”

Bowing, “Very well Princess.”  She turns and heads off to the kitchen but not before taking a second look at the handsome young man.

Inside a front parlor, Lucy and Natsu are sitting on one of the couches side by side after Virgo has brought them their drinks.  Nervous, Natsu hastily gulps his down and places the cup on the coffee table.  He keeps his hands on his lap, fidgeting with his fingers.  Lucy sips from her glass but her eyes are still watching him.  She can tell he’s nervous but figures it’s because of who she is.  “Are you okay?  You seem anxious,” putting her cup down.

“Huh, um just a little… I’ve never been in a mansion before.”

“Oh,” she giggles, “It’s just a roof over our heads…  Want a tour?”

“Um, sure.”

She pulls him off the couch but keeps their hands mingled.  Starting on the first floor she points out the dining room, kitchen, pantry, study, library, game room, ballroom, laundry room, and servant’s wing…  He’s overwhelmed by how big the place really is.  “I have an indoor pool and Jacuzzi out back; the girls and I use that a lot during the winter break.  The third level is an attic and storage.”  Then she takes him to the second floor.  “There are 5 other guest rooms on this level; each having their own bathrooms.”  Finally she reaches the master bedroom, “And this is my room,” she opens the door.  Up till now the situation had been benign for the most part but this; now it’s getting heated again, ‘her bedroom!’  He screams in his head.  ‘Why would she…’  “Come on,” she pulls him into the room, closing the door behind her and locking it.    

“This room has a larger bathroom, a walk in closet, and dressing area.”

Looking around the expansive chamber, “Wow, it’s like an apartment all by itself, you even have a couch in here… and… it’s really pink…”

She giggles, “Well I told you it’s my favorite color.  The rest of the house needs to appear more proper for guests but in here it’s like my sanctuary....”  her voice becomes more melodic, “… and where I can have a little privacy…”

Gulp.  Knots tighten in his stomach as she glances at her bed...  “Um, c-could I use your bathroom, I think the water is catching up to me.”

“Of course,” she points, “Right through that door.”

“T-thanks.”  He closes the door behind him and leans against it.  ‘Calm yourself man, so you’re in a girls bedroom; nothing wrong with that, it’s totally normal… Then why I am I quietly freaking out!  Cause you’ve never been in one before that’s not your sisters.  Just go with the flow, she likes you, you like her…’  Sigh.  After finishing up his business and cleaning up he lets out one more deep breath before opening the door.

She turns to look when she hears the door open and smiles.  He exhales, ‘Oh good, she’s not on the bed…’  Patting the cushion beside her he tentatively walks over to the couch and sits down.  When she places a hand on his thigh, he tenses slightly.  “Hey just relax, I’m not gonna bite ya…” Caressing his cheek, “unless you want me to…”

“Luce…” he utters as she climbs onto his lap facing him and leans in for a kiss.  Pressing his back as far as he can into the couch, “What are you doing?”

“Isn’t it obvious…”  She purrs before locking lips with him again.  Natsu follows his primal instigations and melts right into the moment, I mean who wouldn’t?  She’s like a drug to him that once you take that hit you’re trapped by its effects.  Picking up where they left off at the club, her fingers thread through his soft spikey locks and he’s wrapped his arms around her back.  Her skin tingles at his touch.  When he curls his fingers and grip against her bare flesh she moans out and with the surge of fervency her nails lightly scrape along his scalp sending shivers along his spinal column.  His kisses turn more forceful when he bites her lower lip.  A slight gasp on her part gives his tongue the opening it was looking for to explore her warm and moist orifice; such a delight to play with a fellow explorer inside.

Trailing his kisses, lips moving along her cheek and following her jawline, he pulls her hair back.  She tugs ever so slightly on his hair as his soft lips suckle at her neck, nibbling against her collar bone and shoulder.  “Natsuu…” long throaty groans reverberate from her and travel through his body causing a stirring bulge in his jeans that presses against her own moistening sex.  Peaked her hormones kick in and drive her mind wild.  Slowly she moves her hands down along his chest heading in that direction.  When she reaches his waist her nimble fingers begin to undo the button…

“Wait, Luce stop.”   He grabs her hands, “We shouldn’t do that.”

“Why not!”  She pouts.  “Don’t you want too?”

“I um…   I-I just think that going from 1st to 4th on the first night is to soon; we s-should get to know each other more first.”

“Well then let’s get to know each other better…” She tries to work at the button again but he stops her a second time.  Incensed she climbs off his lap, “You get me all riled up and now you’re turning me down!  I can’t believe this.”  

“Luce, I’m not the kinda guy to take a girl to bed the first time I meet them.  I’m sorry”

“Get out.”

“What?  Why are you over reacting; shouldn’t it mean something that I wouldn’t take advantage of you?”

Tears are trickling down her face.  Deep down she knows what he’s saying is right but she just doesn’t want to admit it.  She’s craved, hungered for him all night, and he sure sent out the same signals!  She really felt that he could finally be ‘The One,’ and all that passion had led them here.  To be turned down now, just felt like… like a total let down.

“Just get out Natsu, please.”  The water in her eyes threatens to spill from its gates.

His heart is shattering at the sight of her tears.  He doesn’t understand why she was so upset with him.  Wouldn’t most girls be happy when a guy doesn’t exploit the situation?  Now he wonders if he was fooled into thinking he meant more to her than just another mark on her bed post.

Tears of his own collect and slowly trickle down his face.  “Luce… I’m sorry….”  

Shaking, she covers her face with her hands as the tears flow down her cheeks.  Without saying another word he walks out the front door and sits on the steps melting down.  It takes him awhile to calm himself just enough to call his cousin, praying the whole time that he’ll answer.  By this time, his own tears had become so heavy it has soaked the front of his shirt.  He had really felt like this girl could be ‘The One’ and now…

“Natsu?  Why are you calling me, shouldn’t you be…”

“Gajeel can you pick me up from Lucy’s?”  He tries to cover it up but his cousin can hear the sniffling.

Natsu can hear Levy in the background as Gajeel explains to her they need to go.  “Yeah we’re on our way.”

“Th-thanks.”

About 15 minutes later a car pulls up to the steps.  In his wait Natsu had gone back to crying so heavily his eyes are completely bloodshot and swollen.  He shambles to the back seat climbing in, laying down and curling up his legs.

“Oi, what happened?”

“Yeah Natsu, you and Lu seemed like you were having so much fun tonight.”

“Sh-she w-want-ted t-to have sex but I- I t-turned her d-down so she, she told me t-to leave.”  

“Why they hell would you…”  But Levy slaps her boyfriend’s shoulder and glares at him to shut up; she can clearly see that Natsu is already upset so yelling wasn’t the right response.

Softening her voice, “Natsu start at the beginning…  Tell me what happened.”

So he does.  Starting from the moment he heard Lucy’s voice, how he was entranced, to the dancing, and the kissing, then he tells her how he reacted when he found out who she was and started to get nervous on the way over to the house, he brings up art class, the make out session on the couch, ending with being kicked out.  “Levy, I’m j-just not the t-type to-to-to s-sleep with a girl on the first n-night.  We bare-barely know each oh-other, I-I mean hell we only l-learned each other’s last na-ames in the car!  I wanna g-get to know her bet-ter b-before making that leap… I-I just don’t, don’t under-under-stand, shouldn’t girls ap-preciate that I won’t take ad-advantage of them?!  Ugh.”  He sobs into his hands, “I really thought she could finally be, you know, the one… but now…”  He looks up at Levy, “Is she that kind of girl, did she lead me on?  I mean the way she came onto me, w-was I gonna be just another notch on her belt??!  I-I didn’t want to end up a one night st-stand.”  He shakes his head and buries his face back in his hands, “No, I don’t wanna believe she’s like that but…  Fuck!  I don’t know what to think!  She’s really messing with my head!”

Levy is absolutely stunned by what she is hearing, she’s known Lucy over half her life and she knew her friend has never acted like this before, hell she was surprised when Lucy asked Natsu to go to her home but also happy for her friend; she and Natsu would make a great couple.  Their chemistry was just mindboggling, so why would she have pushed it to this point?  Did she have ulterior motives?  Was she tired of being the only virgin in their group?  No that can’t be it. Levy shakes the thought from her mind.  As shocked as she was about Lucy’s behavior, she also believes Natsu’s story.  I mean think about it, why would a healthy male turn down a rich and beautiful woman, and be crying over it if he wasn’t telling the truth?  

“Natsu,” Levy does her best to comfort him.  “I believe you but no you wouldn’t have been just another notch in her belt because, well… she’s still a virgin.”  Natsu looks up at Levy in disbelief.  Seeing his reaction she smiles, “Lucy’s never had a real boyfriend before, she’s dated a few times but never went further than a dinner or movie.  In fact tonight was the first time I have Ever seen her react so strongly towards a guy; you must have had a profound effect on her too.”

“But, but why would she get so mad about the sex then?”

“I have no idea but I’m gonna find out.  Don’t worry okay, just calm down.  Gajeel’s gonna take you home after I go talk to Lucy real quick.”

“Thanks you guys…” he mumbles

Levy kisses her boyfriend and gets out of the car.  Virgo lets her in and tells her Lucy’s still in her bedroom.  “Is that boy okay?  He seemed really nice, and cute but left in tears.”

“Natsu, yeah don’t worry Virgo, he’ll be okay.  It’s Lucy that was being an idiot tonight.”

[Knocking]

“Lu, it’s me Levy can I come in?”  No Response.  She places her ear up against the door and can hear light sobbing.  “Lucy, I’m coming in.”  She opens the door and sees the outline of her friend curled up on the bed under the covers.

“I don’t wanna talk Levy.”  She mutters

“Well too bad cause you need to.”  Yanking back the blankets she finds Lucy still in her red dress.  The front is splotchy from the tears that fell and her hair and make-up is a mess; eyes puffy and red.  Sitting next to her Levy puts her hand on her friends arm.  “Lu, tell me your side of what happened.”

“M-my side?”

“I’ve already spoken with Natsu.  He called Gajeel in tears so we came here to pick him up.”

“I-I can’t believe he turned me down!  I wanted him s-so badly!  I-It just built up all night till I felt like if I didn’t… I, I, I don’t know what came over me...  I’ve never felt so, so intense like this over a guy!  And I thought he wanted it too…”

Levy giggles making Lucy glare at her, “Lu, that’s called love.  Since it’s the first time you’ve ever experienced it before, you’re not used to it.  But I told you, Natsu’s a really nice guy, don’t push him to hard.  He’s not gonna sleep with a girl just because; he wants it to be special.”

“But that’s the thing.  I-I think he is special; he might even be my perfect match…  Does he think I go around sleeping with just any guy?”

“Um, actually based on the way you behaved, yeah he did.”  Lucy’s eyes are screaming ‘What!’  “You came on so strong that’s what he thought, and he said he didn’t want to be a one night stand.  But I cleared that up quick when I told him you were still a virgin.”

“Oh my God you told him that!”

“Lu you don’t need to freak out because… so is he.”

“Wait are you serious?”

Levy nods, “he thought you were his dream girl too and then you kicked him out because he wouldn’t sleep with you.  Now he’s completely devastated over this.”

“Well, I, I don’t care anymore.  If he thought I was perfect too then maybe he should have just gave in.”

“Whatever girl, that’s your stubborn side talking.  You just don’t wanna admit that you made a complete ass of yourself tonight in front of a fine-ass guy.”

“Shut up!”

“Tch, just go clean yourself up cause you’re a hot mess right now, get to bed, and think about what I said.  I’ll drop by tomorrow to check on you.”

Levy stands up to leave when Lucy calls out to her, “I’m not changing my mind!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Levy waves her hand, “You’ll be fantasizing about him in your dreams tonight.”  And with that last jest she shut the bedroom door behind her.

Back in the car… “So what’d she say?”  Probes Natsu, hoping for a good answer

“To sum it up, she’s totally in love with you.  You got her so aroused tonight that she wanted you to be her first but then you turned her down so she got upset.  It’s not your fault; she can be stubborn like that since she’s kinda used to getting what she wants.”

“Sh-she’s in love… with me?!”  

“Yeah, I think so.”  She smiles, “I told you don’t worry, you’ll get another chance…”  A devious grin spreads across Levy’s face as the wheels of her mind turn, “Oh yeah, definitely get another chance…”

[verdigrisprowl]

Mar 22 Blurr’s Horror Stream - Train to Busan

A brave, noble public servant died in this movie.

Prowl found out that Jazz has contact with the Dinobots in another universe that are also known as the Knights of Cybertron, and plans to contact him about them soon.

Welcome to the 'speedxstealer' room. The chat room has been cleared by the moderator. Ratchet: *pops in* B l u r r: / drags self in / Ratchet: *and heads for the Whirl hammock. he can be kicked out when Whirl gets here if Whirl so desires but right now the hammock looks comfy* FakeProwl: *appears* FakeProwl: ... Soundwave's not here yet. Whirl: *trots on in. Snack table first, hammock later* Ratchet: Nope. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Speak of the devil and he shall appear.* Whirl: *...but he does pause and bob his helm at Ratchet* FakeProwl: I'll wait for—oh. You're here. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Greeting pings to all* Whirl: *another bob* Ratchet: *return nods* Whirl: *all right. Let's see if there's anything new or interesting on the menu tonight. Whirl's sniffin away* FakeProwl: *claims a seat on Soundwave's couch* B l u r r: / there are some new liquid snacks / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Looks between Prowl and Ratchet. Shall he expect Prowl to sit with the doctor today?* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ah, that answers that question. Parks himself nearby.* B l u r r: / has his claw closed and settles in his seat. Sinks down into his couch / Whirl: *Prowl is not gonna sit near Ratchet, that would require him to go into the hammock ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage slinks in and makes himself comfortable on Blurr* FakeProwl: Ratchet's here. Hello. B l u r r: /reaches with his free claw to pet Ravage on the helm/ Ratchet: *yes Ratchet is sitting with Whirl tonight. and also like half asleep. sorry whirl ur gonna get slept on* Whirl: *one a scale of one to 10 how noxious is the strongest-smelling one* Whirl: *Ratchet has personal space privileges, he is allowed to fall asleep on Whirl* Ratchet: Heya, Prowl. ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): Greetings. FakeProwl: I would like to sit with Ratchet. But I would like to sit with Soundwave more. However, I can sit with Soundwave twice a week, and Ratchet isn't here often. But Ratchet is sitting with Whirl. FakeProwl: I'll stay with Soundwave. Whirl: *looks up, amused* A horrifying prospect, I know. Ratchet: ..... B l u r r: / annoyed grumble and shifts a little to get more comfortable. Holding onto Ravage so they don't fall/ ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl (txt): Reasoning accepted. If Ratchet's position: changed, take rarer opportunity. Ratchet: *somewhere torn between giggling at Prowl's inability to NOT say what's on his mind and SLIGHTLY OFFENDED???? why does Prowl want to sit with Soundwave more. what.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage wobbles and... and sniffs.* B l u r r: [[ lemme know when you are all ready ]] FakeProwl: Yes. Good idea. If Ratchet moves I will move. FakeProwl: ((ready!)) Whirl: ((I am!)) B l u r r: / is being sniffed ? / Whirl: *returns to the hammock and gestures* Scoot. Or go sit with Prowl. Ratchet: [[ ready ]] Whirl: Either way I'm comin in. Ratchet: Hehe, your turn tonight. I'll scoot. B l u r r: [[ okay we start then ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage makes this face: http://www.petmeds.org/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/Cat-exhibiting-the-Flehmen-response..jpg * ItsyBitsySpyers: =Meat.= B l u r r: p[[ if yall are good to go ]] Whirl: *clambers up and after a whole lot of shuffling makes himself comfortable* B l u r r: ... Pardon? ItsyBitsySpyers: =Meat stink. On you.= ItsyBitsySpyers: *SNIIIIIIIFF* =Human.= B l u r r: .. /settles other claw on the couch. Keeping it closed / I just got back, that's all. Ratchet: *would also make himself comfortable, but too tired for any position NOT to be comfortable* Whirl: *looks about; is the usual crowd here? Anyone else wanna pile on in?* B l u r r: [[ is it still working? ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Sniff. Sniff. Smelling along Blurr's arm. Paws at the closed hand* B l u r r: no of course LS is about to drop it ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((it is very freeze-y)) B l u r r: [[ hold on. LS has to get itself together ]] FakeProwl: ye, it's stuttery FakeProwl: ((that was supposed to be in parentheses)) B l u r r: LOUD SIGH. ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Matter of fact, yes. The twins both roll in and head for the hammock.* B l u r r: Im not in the mood for this today. ]] B l u r r: /makes a sound and tugs at Ravage a little. Holds claw up. / No. No, you can't get in there. B l u r r: [[ okay is it working now? ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Gonna just. Climb all over Blurr and keep reachings* Whirl: *excellent; if either of them needs a helping claw whirl will scoop em on up* Whirl: ((it's running now!)) B l u r r: /makes a muffle sound/ Ah... Ravage, don't. B l u r r: / trying to keep his claw away/ Whirl: Whatcha got in your hand there, Teach? B l u r r: ... An assignment. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Nope. They'll hop in and sit either side of Ratchet and Whirl* Whirl: ((RIGHT as the deer looked at the camera my roomie's cat leaped onto the back of my chair pfff)) B l u r r: oh my GOD LS COME ON. ]] B l u r r: [[ rubs face and just makes noises ]] Whirl: ((it's going all right for me, is it messing up for anyone else...?(( B l u r r: [[ it keeps dropping on my end and saying it's not showing ]] Whirl: ((ah)) ItsyBitsySpyers: =I want it.= Whirl: *Whirl is now in the middle of a veritable pile of tiny mecha; he contentedly takes a sip of his drink* B l u r r: / anyway. Yes. Keeping his claw up or trying to / B l u r r: [[ just fuckkking tell me when it drops. ]] Whirl: *pulls it back, disappointed; he can Whirl: t taste it. He offers it to the mecha surrounding him* What kinda project? FakeProwl: He's bad at giving gifts. FakeProwl: He should at least be able to keep track of the gifts he already gave his own creation. Whirl: Yeah, for real. Why bother making a little one if you don't want to be a part of its life? Seems pointless. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage contemplates biting Blurr's wrist* B l u r r: / do nOT / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Slowly opens mouth* FakeProwl: Maybe he made it accidentally. Apparently that's a common problem among humans. B l u r r: Do not! FakeProwl: But if that's the case, he should have given it to somebody who wants one. Ratchet: Try having sixteen. Makes 'em hard to keep track of sometimes. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Flattens audio receptors and flops down.* Ratchet: Keep track of the gifts they've got, I mean. Whirl: Pfft. And here we are, not able to make new Cybetronians if it was to save our lives. FakeProwl: He only has one. B l u r r: ... /vents/ It's just... it's my assignment. FakeProwl: You have eighteen babies? Whirl: *looks at Ratchet, a bit startled* You guys propagate? FakeProwl: ((... sixteen)) Ratchet: Pfeheh, not babies like humans have. And sixteen. ItsyBitsySpyers: =Assignment?= FakeProwl: ((i meant to say sixteen)) Ratchet: I built 'em. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Dinobots... who else?]] Ratchet: [[ prowl's brain is broken so bad he can't count ratchet's children ]] B l u r r: [[ is it even working?? ]] Ratchet: Dinobots, Aerialbots, Protectobots. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((it's working but it's jolting)) B l u r r: Yes, my assignment. He told me I /had/ to bring the cretin with me. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Ah. He sees.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: \\WELP, THE TRAIN'S FRAGGED.\\ FakeProwl: You created them? B l u r r: Very obnoxious... Ratchet: Uh-huh. ItsyBitsySpyers: =It has air?= *tail flick* Whirl: How did you make their sparks? What did you pull em from? B l u r r: Hnn? B l u r r: [[ LS please frickin stop... ]] B l u r r: [[ im not in the mood for your shiit today... ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: =Air. In your hand.= B l u r r: .. .Oh. /spreads claws apart / I forgot. Yeager: [ WHEEZE] FakeProwl: He's rude. Whirl: *his attention is IMMEDIATELY drawn to the wheezing person* ...where'd you get one of those, Teach? B l u r r: Hnnnh.. I was told to... watch it. Whirl: Well, good job, you nearly suffocated the guy. *zoops his nexk up to better view the human* Who're you? FakeProwl: That human looks like she's malfunctioning. I haven't seen humans malfunction like that before. Ratchet: Just needed to jump start the laser cores, that's all. Yeager: ... [cough wheeze . Looks around. ] Uh. [ oh wow that's a lot of bots ] B l u r r: / curls digits to cage him in just a bit / He's not MY human. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave glances at the human... ah. He knows that one. They're not a threat.* Whirl: Oh, no sparks? All right then. Ratchet: Vector Sigma helped with the Aerials, Wheeljack did it himself for the Dinobots. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He has seen this malfunction in other films.]] FakeProwl: What's everyone looking at? *leans to squint at the human* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...He does not like this malfunction.]] Whirl: Ah, yes. Zombies. FakeProwl: *never mind, back to the movie* Oh! Zombies. Yes. The ones that are like terrorcons. Yeager: Uh... Hi? Whirl: At least if I ever got turned into one I couldn't bite anyone. B l u r r: ... turn into one? B l u r r: Technically, I'm like that all the time. Whirl: Nah, they're not like you. You're a cannibal; they've lost their sapience. B l u r r: [[ is it working well enough to watch for you guys or is it too choppy? ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage reaches a paw up to try and oh so gently bumps the human with it. No claws though.* FakeProwl: ((it's very choppy)) B l u r r: I mean, depending on my mood, I could lose that, too. Whirl: ((it's a bit choppy on my end but I am p. sure that's my connection)) B l u r r: no, it's LS. ]] B l u r r: [[ Sighs. If you guys would rather not watch it, that's fine. ]] B l u r r: [[ If it's too choppy to enjoy, there's no point. ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((i'm still okay with it myself)) Whirl: Losing temporary control of yourself doesn't make you non-sapient. FakeProwl: ((i'd rather watch it)) Whirl: ((I'm fine continuing! I'm sure it'll smooth out)) B l u r r: [[ LS has been dropping since I started. B( I hate my luck right now )) ItsyBitsySpyers: [[This is not temporary control loss. This is death.]] Yeager: [ shifts back just a little to look at Ravage better ] Uh... hello there, cat. FakeProwl: ... You don't like terrorcons. Whirl: Yeah, I know. FakeProwl: I'm going to hold your hand. *takes Soundwave's hand* Whirl: Nah, I'd say Terrorcons rank about... number three? On Soundwave's List of Least Favorite Things. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[No. He doesn't.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((woop it finallyd ied)) B l u r r: They're just Empties. B l u r r: What's so scary about them Whirl: ((I think it just died? Oh, wait, I'll refresh)) FakeProwl: ((sound's going but screen's black)) B l u r r: [[ for all of you? ] B l u r r: [[ im resetting it. ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): These, disgusting, not spark-curdling. However, hand appreciated. Will accept if not withdrawn. B l u r r: [[ im getting tired of LS having a fit. ]] Ratchet: [[ yeh, for me too ]] B l u r r: okay i reset it. Do you see a pause screen? ]] FakeProwl: ((yep)) FakeProwl: ((can you rewind it a lil bit?)) Whirl: ((yes!)) B l u r r: WOW LS RIGHT WHEN I HIT PLAY YOU START HAVING A FIT ]] B l u r r: by now it's probably my net. ]] FakeProwl: I won't withdraw it. I prefer to be proactive on offering comfort. It's better to offer comfort when it's not needed than to not realize I should be offering it. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Nods in agreement, takes hand.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Ah. The elder has been infected.]] Whirl: Empties aren't scary because they're just... Empties. But if they had the ability to turn you INTO an Empty with one bite, then they'd be more scary. ItsyBitsySpyers: =Greetings, Yeager human.=  *Teeth flash. Don't worry. He won't eat you in front of Autobots.* B l u r r: No, you're talking about the zombie combatants. They can infect us. B l u r r: Getting bit by them didn't hurt. Yeager: Who are you supposed to be? Whirl: All... right, so if you have zombies, then obviously these guys on screen aren't Empties, right? ItsyBitsySpyers: =Ravage. Hunter.= B l u r r: They act more like Empties than our zombie combatants FakeProwl: Calling them riots seems like it's downplaying the severity of the situation, but I can't think of a more accurate word. Whirl: Well, they have the danger of your zombie combatants. Yeager: Oh, uh. Well, nice to meet you, I guess? Yeager: Are you all friends with this guy? [ points at Blurr ] Whirl: Yep. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Slow nod and yawn.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Rampage?]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave searches his dictionaries.* Yeager: Well, nice to know he's got other friends. I was worried this one was gonna be a problem. FakeProwl: I like your hand. It's weird. FakeProwl: Rampage. Maybe. Whirl: "A problem?" You his reformation officer or something? Whirl: *...Whirl privately agrees with you Prowl but he will NEVER ADMIT IT* Yeager: Reforma- no. No, he's just kind of a loner at family functions- B l u r r: / clamps claw closed again./ Go to sleep. B l u r r: / Blurr he's not a bird omfg/ ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave lifts his other hand to look at it and then over at Prowl. Question mark screen.* Whirl: Family? Sounds like you fell in with a whole new posse, Teach. *snickers* B l u r r: He's a delusional human. Whirl: Who's this family of yours? Yeager: [ muffled yelling ] B l u r r: An imaginative fantasy. Whirl: I wanna hear him explain it, Also. Air. B l u r r: / growls and releases claws again / FakeProwl: Yes. I like it. Your fingers are skinny and they fit between my fingers. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble mumbles something to Frenzy over comm. Frenzy looks over and nods.* Yeager: [ wheeze ] the hell... ItsyBitsySpyers: //So... I'm thinkin' quarantine zones is big ol' spaces, right? They probably don't got room for all everybody.// Whirl: Probably not. And they said there'd be military there. FakeProwl: ... It's quarantined because they've given up on it. Whirl: Looks like they abandoned the group. FakeProwl: They've left it filled with zombies. Everyone inside is going to be left to die. ItsyBitsySpyers: //So, uh... y'know... if there's like, one sick fragger in there...// Whirl: Then it's curtains. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave sits up a little straighter, pleased. The good kind of weird, then.* Whirl: Well. So much for the quarantine. Whirl: Heh. Nice. FakeProwl: He saved her. He's an obnoxious man but he maintains minimum standards of basic decency. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He seems to be a better creator than the other.]] Whirl: So it's only transmittable by bite? Whirl: Nothing if you get scratched or bled on? ItsyBitsySpyers: =You're here. Why?= FakeProwl: We don't know that yet. We only know that he would save a child's life. Presumably the other creator would save his child's life too if he hadn't been out of range. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He cares for another human's creation. The creator did not do this for his own until now.]] FakeProwl: Saving a life is the minimum standard for caring. You can save your creation's life and still not actually be there to train or take care of it. Yeager: why am /I/ here? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Glance. ... Nods.* Whirl: This guy kicks ***. Whirl: And has good taste in colors. FakeProwl: *manages, just barely, to keep Springer peripheral enough to his thoughts that he doesn't start talking about him out loud.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *That is why he didn't continue on in that vein, once he thought about it.* Yeager: Well... I was told to come witih him. B l u r r: More like I was assigned to spend time with him. ItsyBitsySpyers: =Why.= FakeProwl: ((the Danger Toilet)) Whirl: Under whose orders? Whirl: ((PFFF)) Yeager: Optimus. B l u r r: / groans / Whirl: Ahh. I see. *sly look* FakeProwl: Why don't they leave them in the washroom? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...He does not understand the purpose of the tape. They are not broken.]] Whirl: *this guy's Whirl's favorite character* FakeProwl: When they get somewhere safe they can rescue the people in the washroom. Whirl: They've gotta get them out sometime. FakeProwl: Maybe the tape will make it harder to bite them. FakeProwl: But then he should cover his whole arms. FakeProwl: They could get them out a different way. They could wait until they reach somewhere with power tools and then drill into the washroom from the outside of the train. B l u r r: don't give me that look, Whirl... Whirl: There's no guarantee help'll be waiting for them--it wasn't last time. And I figure they feel their loved ones aren't worth the risk of waiting for both the help and fo the washroom door to hold. FakeProwl: The zombies don't attack when they can't see people to attack. FakeProwl: If they get to their destination and no one can help, then they can risk going in this way. FakeProwl: Or they could at least go outside the train and walk up to car thirteen, rather than doing battle all the way from car nine to car thirteen. Whirl: They were trying to get in before. They don't know whether they'll forget or not. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He does not think the humans in the washroom will be able to hold that many off.]] FakeProwl: They don't need to hold them off. Zombies don't attack when they can't see anyone. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[They are an elder, a small human, and a -- ah. They follow sound.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[If they can hear the screams, that may be why they are still by the washroom.]] FakeProwl: Oh. You can beat them in the dark. Whirl: *nods* Whirl: It's still a gamble--up until this moment, they didn't know that zombies forget so quickly. They might STILL be trying to get into the washroom. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage looks to Blurr. What look is Whirl giving him? What is this about a Prime?* Whirl: Look at these guys, working together. Brawn and brains. Nice. FakeProwl: Clever. But they can only do it once because they only have two phones. FakeProwl: ... Three phones, probably. They can do it twice. FakeProwl: Maybe three times if they can set an alarm on the phone. Whirl: As long as they save their people, they may only need once. FakeProwl: Get moving before they come out of the tunnel. FakeProwl: This guy needs to focus. He can talk about fatherhood once they have an escape plan. Yeager: [ relaxes and sits down to get more comfortable .] B l u r r: Honestly, she should have just stayed quiet. FakeProwl: He needs to stop shouting. He'll attract zombies. He might not know that but it's stupid until he knows for sure. FakeProwl: I'm scared by how slow they're going. They need to crawl faster. ItsyBitsySpyers: *He takes so many notes from these kinds of movies. Obviously the head destruction thing doesn't work, but other tricks. Like this.* FakeProwl: They only have two minutes. FakeProwl: I don't know if this is one of those movies where two minutes gets stretched into five minutes. B l u r r: they move too slow in general. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[They must not make too much noise.]] FakeProwl: This is suspenseful. B l u r r: What a useless human. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Shakes his helm.* Whirl: Well, that's the ball game for him. Yeager: [ this is intense. Dad struggles are so real ] FakeProwl: He's obnoxious but he's not so stupid that he'll try to save himself after he's been injured. Whirl: *nods* Once you've been bit, all that's left for you is that good old blaze of glory. Yeager: He's saving what's important. B l u r r: Honestly, I would just kill everyone else in that car. FakeProwl: Importance has nothing to do with it. Everyone of them is important. He's saving the ones that can be saved. That's all. Yeager: Importance has everything to do with it. B l u r r: ...what a pity. He's trying to use fear as a weapon, but he fails at it. FakeProwl: Punch him again. B l u r r: Kill him, that's better. Whirl: ..and zombies on the other. Whirl: Ha! He's got screaming monsters on one side... ItsyBitsySpyers: \\HA!\\ B l u r r: and screaming monsters on the other side. FakeProwl: Quarantining them just in case is smart. Kicking them out is not. Whirl: ((...thanks ls for reversing those(( B l u r r: They're all screaming monsters, honestly. boomtank: -what did he wander in on?- B l u r r: At least the zombies have an excuse. B l u r r: They're all gonna die... B l u r r: I hope so, anyway. boomtank: Zombies? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[They should be working on disguising themselves from the zombies on the other side.]] FakeProwl: I hope they live. They're scared, and prone to mob mentality, but that's no reason for them to die. B l u r r: Let them in... B l u r r: Oh, please, let them in B l u r r: Let them be eaten! ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Those coats would go to better use on that door.]] B l u r r: K-KYAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Whirl: Honestly, that wouldn Whirl: t... solve anything. As much as I love wanton destruction. B l u r r: INSTANT KARMA! FakeProwl: Bad. Bad woman. No. Don't do that. Don't kill everyone. Most of them are innocent. Whirl: I mean, opening it will just mean more zombies, which is a greater danger to the kid. boomtank: .... FakeProwl: Even the guilty one doesn't deserve to die for it. boomtank: Right, I missed something boomtank: How much of the movie did I miss? Whirl: A good chunk of it. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Blaster: [[The humans are suffering a plague like the Terrorcons. Most of the train has been infected.]] boomtank: Ah... boomtank: Thanks, Soundwave. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Small nod.* boomtank: And Whirl FakeProwl: If that's Busan out the window, I don't think their odds are good. B l u r r: [[ can we just appreciate that they didnt make the pregnant woman a liability? ]] B l u r r: [[ like she didn't have to have the damn baby ]] Whirl: *bobs his helm* FakeProwl: But, this is a movie,nd movies typically have happy endings. Whirl: Anyway. That old lady was an idiot for doing that. Easier ways to off yourself if you wanna die so bad. FakeProwl: Actually, opening a door is a very easy way to off yourself. Under the circumstances that one involved the minimum effort. FakeProwl: However, she still shouldn't have done it because none of the other people in the car deserved to die. boomtank: Typically, Prowl, they do. This may not be one of those times B l u r r: Sure they did. FakeProwl: Yes. Typically but not always. I give this movie... 78% odds of a happy ending. Whirl: If you wanna get TECHNICAL, then--what I mean is, she coulda just thrown herself out a window or something. Whirl: Instead of getting herself eaten and making things more dangerous for the child. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Isn't so sure about the one who condemned the creator and tried to use fear as a weapon.* FakeProwl: That involves opening a window, climbing up to the window, and jumping out. And the odds that it would be successful are lower. boomtank: That's not a good reason boomtank: Following orders FakeProwl: If she jumped out the window wrong, she might only have grievously injured herself. Whirl: *doesn't care much what happens to the jerk, if it means endangering the child for no good reason* boomtank: Not when things go wrong like this B l u r r: Look, if your excuse is, "I was just following orders" , then you're not fully committed to the assignment given. B l u r r: And that means you're working on false pretenses. B l u r r: Which still makes it your fault, so. FakeProwl: So opening the door was the easiest way to kill herself. boomtank: Yeah... B l u r r: I mean, just commit to the assignment or shut up and leave. boomtank: You own up to what you did B l u r r: Mhm. Yeager: Oh shiit. Now what are they gonna do? boomtank: ....annnnnd that's not a good sign Yeager: [ he's totally invested ] FakeProwl: Maybe he committed to what he thought the assignment was but it turned out the assignment was something different. Whirl: *sighs, gathers his patience, and goes on* I didn't mean for it to be taken literally, Prowl. B l u r r: Then that isn't his fault, but shrugging it off as "just orders" is still just placing the blame on someone else. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Short, annoyed buzz at the screen* FakeProwl: Really?! B l u r r: He should still accept that what HE took part in was wrong. FakeProwl: Out of all the people to survive, it's them? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Why are those two alive.]] boomtank: That...is plausable Whirl: Yes, I'm aware of the word choice. Whirl: A damn shame. boomtank: Check before shutting doooors ItsyBitsySpyers: *Amused by similar thoughts despite annoyance. Squeezes the hand.* Yeager: I hope they all make it... FakeProwl: Based on what we know about their characters based on their limited appearances in this movie, those two were the ones least deserving to survive. boomtank: -has no idea who those other two survivors are- B l u r r: The conductor is a real one, honestly. He could have just taken off. FakeProwl: The conductor went outside by himself unharmed to try to find his passengers a new train. He's the real hero here. I'm rooting for the conductor. Whirl: *nods* boomtank: Same B l u r r: ... I think I'd like him to survive, too. FakeProwl: ((**unarmed. altho he IS unharmed. so far.)) B l u r r: It takes a lot of guts to go into situations alone with no weapon. FakeProwl: Yes. He is good. I like him. B l u r r: ... Ah, yes. I saw that coming. FakeProwl: I hope the two in the bathroom don't get eaten. But if they do I won't be sad. B l u r r: You idiot, you let them out? You're terrible at wrangling. boomtank: Oh you aft ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He let them out?]] B l u r r: Oh for pit sake... Whirl: Idiot let 'em out. B l u r r: Well... here they all come. boomtank: You dumb stupid PRIMUS you have got to be KIDDING boomtank: RUN FakeProwl: I changed my mind. His continued existence in the movie causes an increase in the amount of danger. He should die. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Agreed.]] Whirl: Close doors behind you! Yeager: Okay... even I gotta admit. Yeager: I'd kick this guy's asss. Whirl: HAHA, boomtank: ...yeah, I agree ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Kill him.]] B l u r r: ... Wow. You're pathetic. FakeProwl: Throw her at him. Whirl: She's going to EAT you. B l u r r: How did you survive that far and you just gave up after she got bit? You moron. boomtank: Kill her before she eats yoooooh she did FakeProwl: Let him be killed by the zombie he made. Whirl: I can't wait to see him get eaten. boomtank: Mooooove Yeager: This is making me anxious. [staring at the screen ] Whirl: Unless, by some cruel twist of fate, he ends up being the only survivor. B l u r r: No. No don't do that! boomtank: Move you, oh not you boomtank: no! B l u r r: Wow... B l u r r: Wow, you killed your only hero. Whirl: *sigh* boomtank: Can that one die now? FakeProwl: Not the conductor. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[It can be difficult to take action against those who resemble beings who once mattered.]] B l u r r: All right. I'm ready for some murder. B l u r r: I hope they kill that guy. FakeProwl: The conductor deserved life. Whirl: He did. Yeager: Oh god, pull faster! FakeProwl: They all deserved life. Except the coward who keeps killing other people. Ratchet: [[ what happened to the conductor i'm so confused ]] Yeager: Get your kid!! FakeProwl: ((the jerkass threw him to the zombies as a distraction)) Ratchet: [[ he was in the train and then next thing i saw he was on the ground becoming zombie?? ]] FakeProwl: ((he ran out of the train to save the jerkass.)) boomtank: Oh no boomtank: No... Yeager: I hope the woman lives, too. Whirl: *sots up* Whirl: ...*sits boomtank: Noooo B l u r r: How do you humans run so slow?! Yeager: We don't have special upgrades to go fast! FakeProwl: Yes. Out of all of the people who should live, the woman should live most, because she's two people. Whirl: *unless you haven't yet noticed from his comments, Wirl is PRIMARILY invested in one character's survival* FakeProwl: That's twice the number of survivors. boomtank: Why are your Carriers so slow? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Has very much noticed.* Yeager: As long as they both get on the train, I'd be happy. B l u r r: they're gonna slow down the train... FakeProwl: It's a train. They don't have enough mass to slow it down significantly. boomtank: Now do they? B l u r r: Well, they are. FakeProwl: ... Maybe if ALL the zombies grab on. Whirl: But they might get aboard. FakeProwl: It would help. If they had. A. Conductor. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[....Are you certain?]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *That looks like an awful lot of zombies.* FakeProwl: When I made that comment there were only three of them. boomtank: Oh good Yeager: [ what an amazing father ] FakeProwl: I don't know the coefficient of friction of a clothed human body, but enough of them could have caused trouble. Whirl: ((Like. Mad props to the zombie actors here. I'm sure a lot is cgi but damn they are selling it and they are doing some mad stunts)) FakeProwl: ((yeah they are good at the twitchy jerky thing)) B l u r r: [[ some are CGI, and some aren't apparently! ]] boomtank: ...oh boomtank: Throw him over B l u r r: [[ I looked it up, though the source may be incorrectly translated. But it said a lot of them were real ]] Whirl: The one smart zombie WOULD be this guy. FakeProwl: Why does he know how to use the door? boomtank: Throw him over B l u r r: he's not fully turned yet. Yeager: Toss him off. boomtank: Now Whirl: ((Oh yeah I know not all of them are!)) FakeProwl: Maybe he hasn't finished turning. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Kick him.]] Whirl: Absolutely kick him. Why are you hesitating? boomtank: Off the train you go Whirl: Think about your child! Whirl: Idiot. Wasting compassion. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He isn't looking. Destroy him.]] Yeager: Your daughter is right behind you! Throw him off! FakeProwl: ... Too late. FakeProwl: Throw him while he's distracted by his grief. Whirl: *sits up more* boomtank: C'mon! boomtank: Nooo ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Pull him off with you.]] Yeager: ... I hope he cuts off his hand. Whirl: Well, time to throw yourself off. FakeProwl: That might not be enough. Yeager: Works in other shows, man. boomtank: .... Whirl: Why did you secure yourself. You've gotta throw yourself off. B l u r r: / nudges Cade with a claw / Not the walking dead. That's not this show. We watch that Sundays. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[It is too rapid an infection. He has likely already used what time he might have had.]] boomtank: No FakeProwl: He chained himself. Good. If he turns before he can work up the nerve to kill himself, he won't kill the others. Yeager: [ he is going to cry ] Whirl: *well, okay. To say goodbye to her, if he knows he has the time* B l u r r: [[ this ugly movie is going to make ME cry ]] boomtank: ((same boomtank: ..... B l u r r: [[ ITS TOO LATE IM ALREADY CRYING ]] FakeProwl: Say you love her, you idiot. You're going to die, make your last words to her nice ones. boomtank: ((ah damn, too late B l u r r: [[ god korean horror is so great. ]] boomtank: ..... ItsyBitsySpyers: *Prowl doesn't mind if his hand gets squashed a bit, does he?* boomtank: -WHY- Yeager: [ this is very sad and he might be feeling emotions ] FakeProwl: *squash away* ItsyBitsySpyers: *He shall.* boomtank: ...no B l u r r: / nudges Cade with a claw and scoops him back into his palm. There. There there. / FakeProwl: He should have jumped off the side of the train. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Why?]] FakeProwl: There would be a chance he'd go under the wheels. Destroying his body would lower his odds of being able to damage anyone else. FakeProwl: By jumping off the back, he might have only been slightly injured. boomtank: What boomtank: No Yeager: Oh for fuckk sake. Let them live. boomtank: No, movie you don't do this Yeager: Come on... you've made it this far. FakeProwl: Those are a lot of dead bodies. Not zombified bodies, dead bodies. FakeProwl: Perhaps that means an effective defense has been made here. Whirl: Maybe the infection has some kind of burnout. B l u r r: Oh come on, don't start that scrap now... keep the parasite inside. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[The water has been polluted.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He wonders if there is any more inside.]] boomtank: ........ boomtank: ohno FakeProwl: The fact that that fence is ajar is concerning. Yeager: ... Oh god.  Please don't shoot them... boomtank: ohnononono FakeProwl: Oh no. Don't shoot them. boomtank: No Yeager: Do NOT. boomtank: no! B l u r r: / clamps claws over Cade / FakeProwl: No. FakeProwl: Don't. B l u r r: / releases claws / boomtank: -settles back- ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...Ah. The song.]] B l u r r: [[ i am cRYING ]] FakeProwl: Singing is stupid in the middle of a tunnel where zombies can only find you by sound. She's lucky it saved them. Whirl: That's a good song. Whirl: ((A GREAT FILM)) Ratchet: [[ *** me i got this far without crying but now i am bawling ]] Yeager: This movie was great! Ratchet: [[ i didn't realize when she was singing it earlier that it was aloha 'oe ]] boomtank: ((that was fun, aside from the feels gut punches FakeProwl: There were three survivors. FakeProwl: If that one man hadn't been an idiot, there could have been over twenty. B l u r r: / smirks a little/ Mm... foreign films are usually much better at storytelling. FakeProwl: ... All human films are foreign. B l u r r: Foreign for him. boomtank: -snorts- FakeProwl: Are you saying humans are better at storytelling than we are? Because I've never seen a human mystery as good as the classic Golden Age mysteries. Whirl: *sits up a bit and stretches as much as he can without dislodging his hammock-mates* B l u r r: / shrugs/ I don't know what you're talking about. boomtank: Foreign for who? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble quickly swipes his hand across one eye and then turns it into a stretch* Yeager: [ wave ? ] B l u r r: Him /lifts claw to show Cade off / This one. The human. From Earth. FakeProwl: Oh. FakeProwl: ... This isn't a foreign film to him. It's from his planet. Yeager: It's foreign. Yeager: It's not from the same country boomtank: -waves back- boomtank: Oh! FakeProwl: ... So? It's from Earth. Yeager: But we have countries and stuff from out of the country means foreign. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[It is like comparing Harmonex and Petrex.]] boomtank: ((LS you flipped that FakeProwl: I don't consider films from Harmonex "foreign." Whirl: Well? What did you guys think? *looks about, asking the hammock group in general* FakeProwl: I consider films from Harmonex "musicals." B l u r r: I rather enjoyed it. Yeager: that was awesome! ItsyBitsySpyers: *-Loud- huff.* FakeProwl: You humans have such tiny little bubbles to separate your "us" from your "other." ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...A fair point.]] boomtank: it was fun, from what I saw Yeager: Bubbles? My bubble was destroyed and invaded a while ago. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Was good stuff. Shoulda - shoulda had them fighters live. The tape ones.// FakeProwl: Your nation has been destroyed? Which nation were you from? By your accent, I thought you were American. Yeager: ... [ rolls eyes ] I was being figurative in speech. Whirl: Yeah, those guys were my favorite. I liked the rude one. FakeProwl: I'll admit lately I've only been keeping up with baseball news from Earth, but I'd think even they would mention if the United States— oh. Yeager: To be fair, my planet WAS almost destroyed ItsyBitsySpyers: \\YEAH! HE WAS REAL TOUGH.\\ FakeProwl: Yes, I know. We were the ones who almost destroyed it. FakeProwl: Don't use figurative speech with me. I'm bad at it. I was stretching myself outside my comfort zone by referring to nations as bubbles. boomtank: Wait. What timeline was this that almost destroyed Earth? Yeager: [ shrugs ] Yeager: I mean, I'm pretty sure Earth is still in deep shiit. ItsyBitsySpyers: //...'N the kid fighter's mate. She shouldn'ta died neither.// ItsyBitsySpyers: *But that might just be because he's thinking about Rosie again. Shh.* ItsyBitsySpyers: \\GROSS, FLESHIE.\\ FakeProwl: Earth was almost destroyed in a lot of timelines. Whirl: I mean. ideally, yeah. That wholeg roup of folks should've made it, if only to spite the others. ESPECIALLY to spite the others. boomtank: -huffs- Why is it that when I hear about most other timelines it's either their Cybertron is dead, or they've almost flattened other planets? Yeager: They didn't almost flatten us. boomtank: Really? Yeager: Well, not we as in me, but we as a species. Yeager: Technically, we got ourselves mixed up in the entire mess, too. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[That is what he wants to find out.]] boomtank: ...oh, brilliant. FakeProwl: Usually it's both: Cybertron is dead, and also they've flattened other planets. Yeager: Some people just don't know how to respect cultural differences. Don't know how to talk to people. FakeProwl: If that's untrue of your timeline, then you are in the minority. Congratulations. Yeager: Well, I mean, the WAR was brought to our planet, but it's not about that war anymore boomtank: Thanks? Yeager: as far as I know, that war is long over. No one won. Whirl: Anyway, I'm turnin in. *nodes Rumble, Frenzy, and Ratchet* Catch ya later, losers. boomtank: So, it does look like my timeline is a minority then B l u r r: / waves at whirl / ItsyBitsySpyers: *They punch Whirl's arms goodbye. boomtank: And yeah, having a war brought to your planet tends to do that...I think. Whirl: *Good. The best form of goodbbye* Whirl: And the rest of you guys--seeya! *bobs his helm and Blurr, then Soundwave* boomtank: -waves- ItsyBitsySpyers: *Nod.* Yeager: I'm not really mad about it anymore... Yeager: We gotta play with the cards we're dealt. [ shrugs ] I know who I stand by. boomtank: I wish you the best of luck then B l u r r: he's gonna need it. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...You. Cade human. The one who looks like this.]] Puts Galvatron on his visor. [[You've seen him?]] B l u r r: Even if he HAS helped take down an enemy or two. boomtank: ...most likely Yeager: I'd like to think that Lockdown counted as two enemies- what? Yeager: [ squints and leans forward ] Uh, not in a long time. Not since the whole fight in Shanghai. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Did he perish there? Do you know?]] FakeProwl: *glances at soundwave.* Oh. *then squints at the human.* I recognize you. We saw a documentary about you. Yeager: he sort of threw a hissy fit and disappeared. Yeager: You, uh, did? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Clears his screen. He thought so. Damn.* boomtank: Oh. That was a documentary? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Your assistance has been noted.]] Yeager: We're still looking for him, though. FakeProwl: You're the pathetic excuse for a father who financially endangered his own child's odds of a successful life by prioritizing your own projects over a sustainable income to support her education. Yeager: [ makes a face ] FakeProwl: And suppressed her natural inclination to socialize and date in an age-appropriate way with her peers. Yeager: Did I ever say, anywhere, that I was father of the year? No. ItsyBitsySpyers: *That's either horrifying or hilarious. He's sort of leaning toward the latter.* boomtank: -snorts- Proooowl FakeProwl: And displayed such great immaturity that at a young age when she should have focusing on her own growth, she had to devote a great deal of her time to taking care of you and cleaning up your messes. Yeager: [ opens mouth to talk ] B l u r r: / clamps claws over Cade and hisses through his denta / ItsyBitsySpyers: *The twins "oooooooo" in the background* B l u r r: I don't care about human issues. Yeager: [ halfway crawls out from between two digits ] boomtank: -snorts again, and shakes his helm- ItsyBitsySpyers: \\YA GONNA TAKE THAT, FLESHY? I MEAN, IT AIN'T WRONG, BUT YA GONNA TAKE IT?\\ ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble snickers softly* Yeager: Again, did I EVER say I was the best father ever? No. No, I never did. I made mistakes because I wasn't prepared to BE a father, but I did my damn best. Yeager: I told her I was sorry and I let her go. ItsyBitsySpyers: *....Rumble JUST NOW REALIZES what he's hearing* ItsyBitsySpyers: *His optics brighten about 400%* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Everybody shut the frag up a sec.// FakeProwl: I don't know how to shut up a sec. B l u r r: What a surprise. ItsyBitsySpyers: //...'Cept you.// Disappointed look. //False alarm. Never mind. Get talkin' again.// FakeProwl: Not really. I still have processor damage. boomtank: Are your comms. working? B l u r r: What a pity. FakeProwl: Whose comms? Who are you talking to? boomtank: You, Prowl. FakeProwl: Oh. Yes. They are working. Why? boomtank: Try concentrating on using that for your talking if you want to be quieter FakeProwl: I can't. FakeProwl: If the person I'm talking to is within hearing range I just talk at them. boomtank: Oh. B l u r r: To them. FakeProwl: And sometimes when nobody's in range I make open broadcasts on my comm that I don't mean to make. FakeProwl: It's very frustrating. FakeProwl: No, not to them. At them. boomtank: That does make things a bit...awkward? FakeProwl: "To them" would imply that my speech is an intentional attempt to communicate something to a person, rather than an uncontrollable action happening vaguely in someone's direction. B l u r r: It's not that bad, honestly. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Bright optics again. He's gonna mutter along with this.* FakeProwl: Right now, I'm only partially talking to you. I'm mainly talking out you. Only a small portion of this is deliberate. FakeProwl: **at B l u r r: / shrugs pauldrons / Aren't you getting repaired? FakeProwl: Yes. See. They have the pipe out of my head now. I have a temporary patch. But my optic is still in my head. They haven't removed it yet. FakeProwl: The pipe is removed. FakeProwl: ... Oh. You can't see. This is my hologram. B l u r r: Obviously. FakeProwl: ((LS don't SWITCH MY MESSAGES)) B l u r r: / scratches at his helm finial./ What's wrong with having your optic in your helm? ItsyBitsySpyers: \\IT'S TRUE THOUGH.\\ B l u r r: You're lucky it's still there at all. B l u r r: / snort / FakeProwl: Yes, I am. If it had been moving slightly faster I'd be dead. B l u r r: / shrugs/ I've seen worse. FakeProwl: But what's wrong with having my optic in my head is that it's putting pressure on my brain module and causing damage. FakeProwl: Yes. You have seen worse. You are worse. B l u r r: Oh, yes I know. FakeProwl: I know you know. B l u r r: Your medics move slow if your optic is still in your helm... FakeProwl: They are being very careful about figuring out how to remove it because it's putting pressure on my brain module. FakeProwl: So they want to make sure they don't do anything to increase that pressure or damage my brain when they remove it. B l u r r: K-Kyeheheheh. There's nothing /wrong/ with me, actually. It's just all damage. FakeProwl: Damage is something wrong. B l u r r: / shrugs shoulders / I bet my medic could have done it just like that /snaps digits/ But, alas, he's out of town. B l u r r: There's nothing wrong. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Hand twitch. Doesn't notice.* FakeProwl: I wouldn't trust anybody who says that they'd take the optic out just like that. I'd rather someone do it slowly and carefully. FakeProwl: *doesn't consciously notice the hand twitc; but fingers twitch back, curling tighter.* ItsyBitsySpyers: \\I PUT MORE WIRES BACK IN YOU THAN YOU GOT 'N YOU AIN'T SEEN NO MEDIC STILL?\\ B l u r r: If that's what you prefer. B l u r r: Me? My medic has seen me. FakeProwl: It is what I prefer. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Oh, Soundwave likes that line. He's saving that line.* FakeProwl: I want to be careful. If I lose my ability to track trajectories I'll need to be euthanized. I don't want to die. boomtank: ....come again? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[You will not lose your ability to track trajectories.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[You are under good care.]] FakeProwl: I hope not. I think I will probably be okay. B l u r r: Then stop worrying about it. ItsyBitsySpyers: *This time he notices it cause he means to do it.* B l u r r: You're talking like your medics know what they're doing. FakeProwl: I can't not worry. I can't not consider all the possibilities and prepare for them. B l u r r: / shrugs / FakeProwl: I am built to consider the possibilities. Yeager: Well, good luck on everything. I hope it works out. [ genuine concern ] boomtank: Wait. Waaaaait wait, you'll be /killed/ if you lose that ability? Yeager: Fixing Prime's processor was a big challenge, but I can't imagine what everyone else's looks like. They're all different. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Hook was the finest Decepticon medic he knew. His work was meticulous. He disliked taking his deployers to anyone else.]] FakeProwl: No. I won't be killed if I lose that ability. B l u r r: Hook?! K-KYAHAHHAHAA!! B l u r r: / kicks a pede out. Wheeze. Cackling / FakeProwl: I will ask to be killed. boomtank: ...but...seriously? FakeProwl: Yes. Seriously. B l u r r: When you run out of purpose, asking to die is kind of expected. B l u r r: I did that a lot. /shrugs/ Master never saw it through. B l u r r: I mean, he almost did that one time he fed me to Grimlock... but, he pulled me out last second. FakeProwl: Grimlock eats people? B l u r r: Ours does. boomtank: .... Yeager: Ugh, mine just eats cars in the junkyard. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Eats mechs, collects helms...]] Yeager: I think he ate a few KSI bots. FakeProwl: I always thought his alt-mode mouth ended at the back of its head. I didn't know it came with a throat. B l u r r: Depends on the Grimlock. FakeProwl: You. Human. You know Grimlock? Are you still in contact with him? Yeager: Yes. Yeager: He lives with me. FakeProwl: Can you put me in contact with him? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Oh! Yes! The Knight. Eagerly listens* Yeager: With Grimlock? Uh, well... I can try. Yeager: The Knights don't talk to people often. FakeProwl: Which one of them would be most willing to talk to an outsider? Yeager: ... I don't know. It takes them a lot to listen to ME. Yeager: I'll try asking Grimlock if he wants to talk to you. Yeager: The only person they seem to really REALLY talk to is Jazz. FakeProwl: Jazz. Jazz. Good. I know Jazz. FakeProwl: I will ask Jazz for his help instead. Yeager: But, Grimlock particularly talks to Jazz. No idea why. Yeager: And they get along with Crosshairs and Drift. Hound and Bee. Yeager: Then again, can't really hate Jazz. He's got that good personality. boomtank: ...? Yeager: ... Wait, I lied. Grimlock seems to communicate with Optimus, too. Yeager: Can't understand a word of it, but he listens to Optimus. B l u r r: That's why they communicate. To be perfectly honest. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy squawks and falls off the hammock laughing. Can't really hate - boy, the Boss must be rolling his optics back there* B l u r r: Optimus punched him really hard in the face. FakeProwl: I don't know your Optimus. But I do know either your Jazz or a Jazz similar to yours. B l u r r: / YOUR BOSS IS HELPING JAZZ EXCUSE U / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Hey, the human didn't specify. They just said Jazz, general* Yeager: If it's the guy with the etch marks, he lives with me. Yeager: Well, on my property. Sort of. He comes and goes. boomtank: That Jazz? How's he doing? FakeProwl: There might be multiple Jazzes with etch marks. Yours or one similar to yours. Yeager: Right... FakeProwl: I will make contact with him. He will help me contact Grimlock. Yeager: Oh, last time I saw him, he was doing... okay, I guess. He was talking funny and kept asking me if everyone was okay. Then he left. boomtank: ...oh great. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Places pictures of the one he knows up to try to be of service. This one?* Yeager: ... yeah, that's the one. boomtank: The one with the glowing etch marks and feels kinda...funny? FakeProwl: Yours or one similar. Yeager: Listen, as long as you guys don't cause any problems, you can visit any time. FakeProwl: Alternates are always a possibility. FakeProwl: I can't visit any time. I'm in jail. FakeProwl: Kind of. Nice jail. It's an apartment. It's very fancy. But I can't leave it. Yeager: .. Right. Well, give him a call then. FakeProwl: The Constructicons think it's awful but I think it's the best place I've ever lived. Yeager: He hasn't answered so far, but. You know. Maybe. B l u r r: Anyway, I need to get this cretin back to Optimus. /moves to stand and grabs Cade in his claw / ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He - this one - is not jailed. He can travel there, if necessary.]] FakeProwl: Yes. I will call him. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Though he hopes it isn't. Most of the humans there remind him of MECH gone wild.* FakeProwl: Soundwave, you can visit if someone needs to. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage hops off Blurr* boomtank: G'night then Yeager: Well, if you ever DO visit [hanging on to Blurr here ] I've got a safe place. Yeager: Totally secure. ItsyBitsySpyers: =Perhaps.= Yeager: Well, see you guys later. ItsyBitsySpyers: *A small nod.* B l u r r: / scowls and clamps claws. Grumbling/  I have some errands to run as well. So... continue talking, but my ship will be moving soon. boomtank: -waves- B l u r r: So, if you don't want to harvest energon, I suggest leaving in the next twentyminutes. FakeProwl: If it's moving, I won't be able to stay here. My hologram will disappear. FakeProwl: I should turn it off anyway, so I don't strain my processor. boomtank: Right, time to go then. Thanks for the movie. B l u r r: sorry the stream was so choppy. I'm sorry! ]] B l u r r: [[ but i need to go cause im going to see beauty and the beast  >>;;; ]] B l u r r: [[ so u guys have FUN ]] FakeProwl: The conductor should have lived. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((bye speedy!!)) FakeProwl: ((bye~)) ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Farewell, Blaster.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[And yes, he should have.]] boomtank: It was fun, and have fun at the movies)) boomtank: -waves to Soundwave beore leaving- boomtank: g'night!)) ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): One secret decided. Prowl will know when Prowl: repaired. Still choosing others. If processor: strained, rest. Health before company. FakeProwl: Oh. A secret. Good. I'll look forward to it. FakeProwl: I will see you later. FakeProwl: *flickers out* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Heads off himself*