#im not a bot im just strange i promise

[red-dyed-sarumane]

im in a rime mood this week i need to show her off to everyone i see so hey. rime songs i like a lot

laboratory - hiiragi magnetite

heavenly - fuyuu

ookami - daibaku hashin

yousui ni oboreru - ive

crow crow - fuyuu

bakemono - noa

fukanzen aijou shinkouchuu - misumi

be real? - 21 clown

[tickly-trashcan]

Rebuilding {Optimus Prime and Megatron}

A/N: GAAH I couldn't decide which continuity this was HAHA I've only watched tfone and tfp so far hehe so we can say this is a way later version of tfone maybe?? yeahhh tfone sounds good... i literally wrote this last night and finished it this morning bc Optimus was on my MINDDD i could not get him out so i decided to torment him instead! there is also def some hinted megaop but i didnt want to fully commit to it haha but its def megaop bc im trash ANYWAYS ENJOY

Summary: Megatron and Optimus Prime are finally working together again to rebuild Cybertron. However, Optimus is a little bit distracted by something, and it is slowly beginning to annoy Megatron.

Word Count: 1.7k (under the cut!)

“Prime, are you listening to me?” Megatron asked, putting a hand on his hip as Optimus Prime stared out the window of the ship.

“Hmm? Oh– Yes, I am,” Optimus replied quietly as he turned to face Megatron, still zoned out.

Megatron narrowed his optics at Optimus, but continued regardless. “As I was saying, now that we’re rebuilding, I think we should initially focus on– Prime.”

Optimus continued to stare out the window, not noticing Megatron. He soon picked up on the fact that Megatron was no longer talking and looked at him again, his finials dipping slightly as he became aware of Megatron’s annoyance.

“I– Sorry… My mind is in a lot of places…”

“It should be here. I’m not going to waste my breath talking if you aren’t going to listen.”

Optimus nodded, quickly glancing out the window once more before turning back to Megatron. “I’m sorry, you’re right. It’s just– It doesn’t feel real.”

Megatron raised his optical ridge. “What doesn’t? The fact that our war has finally ended, or the fact that we’re going to rebuild Cybertron?”

Optimus shook his helm and then chuckled. “Well, I suppose both of those don’t quite feel real either… But I was talking about you.”

Megatron hesitantly took the seat next to Optimus, waiting to see if he would shy away from him or if he would try to move. When he did neither, Megatron relaxed slightly into the seat, watching Optimus with earnestness as he waited for him to continue.

“It doesn’t feel real… finally being back with you. As friends, I mean…”

Optimus’ finials were dipping even more, as if Megatron’s silence was negating what he had said about their friendship.

Megatron sighed. “We used to be more than just friends, Prime. But… I will admit, it is strange having to rebuild more than just Cybertron.” Megatron leaned back, letting his arm settle across Optimus’ shoulders, making him stiffen. Megatron did not pull away. “We– I have so much more to rebuild. I have to rebuild myself, I have to rebuild your trust… I have to rebuild us.”

Optimus could not help when his finials perked up at Megatron mentioning the two of them. “I have plenty of rebuilding to do as well, Megatron. You won’t be the only one needing to rebuild things… And I promise I will be with you every step of the way.”

Megatron smiled at that. Optimus let himself relax in Megatron’s arm, his finials moving happily.

Megatron chuckled as he took notice of his dancing finials. “You never did change that habit, did you now? Even as a Prime, you’re still the same bot I knew all those cycles ago.”

Megatron traced Optimus’ finial gently, making him gasp sharply and flinch away from his touch. Optimus brought a servo up to his finial, his faceplate heating, and looked at Megatron with an embarrassed look on his face. Megatron did not move, as if he was afraid that he had hurt Optimus.

Optimus chuckled awkwardly, his laugh signifying that Megatron had not harmed him. “Sorry… My finials are– Well, they’re sensitive.”

Megatron nodded his helm slowly and looked down. A small grin began to creep up his face as he realized what Optimus had told him, however, and he turned his helm back to grin mischievously at Optimus.

“Prime…” Megatron started, looking at Optimus’ finials that were twitching slightly in anticipation of what was likely to come. “Can you tell me exactly what you mean by sensitive? If I recall, there was a certain… sensitivity that you had all those cycles ago, if I’m not mistaken.”

Optimus leaned back slightly, but did not have very much space to lean into. He was up against the window, the table in front of him, in the seat with Megatron beside him… There was nowhere he could go.

Optimus cleared his intake and sat up a bit, trying to hide his growing nervousness. “They’re just… a bit ticklish, is all. Now, what were you saying earlier about rebuilding?”

Megatron nodded his helm slowly and drew his servo up close to his face, as if he were inspecting his digits. “Ah, yes, rebuilding… We must begin by rebuilding Cybertron, and I think that we should begin by focusing on supplying energon.”

Optimus relaxed a bit, thinking that he had successfully diverted Megatron’s attention. Optimus felt Megatron’s arm shift behind him, but thought nothing of it until he felt another gentle swipe to his finial, making him jolt and gasp.

“Megatron!”

“Are you still not listening to me, Prime? I already told you, I’m not going to talk if you won’t listen.”

Despite his tone, Megatron has a sly grin on his face. Optimus knew he was messing with him, and he would not rise to the bait. Optimus folded his arms and leaned back in the seat, into Megatron’s arm, and motioned for him to continue.

As Megatron talked, Optimus did his best to listen, but the way Megatron would gesture with his servo made him constantly anticipate another ticklish sensation on his finial. He could not see Megatron’s other servo, so he did not know when he would do it, and it made it so much more difficult to retain what Megatron was saying.

Suddenly, there was another touch to his finial, but it did not go away after just one swipe. Optimus flinched at the initial touch, then began to fight back shaky giggles as the touch continued, light and ticklish. Megatron toyed with his finial gently, tracing up and down while Optimus shook with contained laughter.

Megatron raised his optical ridge. “Is something the matter, Prime?”

“N-noho…” Optimus barely managed to get out.

Megatron hummed. “Then would you mind repeating what I was just talking about? Paraphrase if you must…”

Optimus fidgeted slightly, trying to remember, but Megatron’s digit was still toying with his finial and Primus it tickled so bad and he could not recall any bit of what Megatron had said. Optimus let out a shaky breath and swatted Megatron’s servo away.

“I cahan’t– I can’t seem to recall,” Optimus said softly.

Megatron sighed, loudly and almost dramatically. “You are a truly terrible listener, Prime.”

Optimus huffed. He knew that Megatron was teasing him, but there was some part of him that was enjoying it. It felt like old times, and it made Optimus feel a strange sense of comfort. “Well, I wouldn’t be as distracted if someone wasn’t tickling me every five seconds.”

Megatron did not bother hiding his grin at this point. “Oh? Are you suggesting that I’m the cause of your distraction? Prime, I thought we were rebuilding our trust.”

Optimus rolled his optics and shook his helm. He was about to say something back, but Megatron was back to tickling his finial, cutting Optimus off as he fought back a laugh.

“Are you laughing at me now?”

“You’re tickling mehehe!”

“Am I now? I didn’t notice…” Megatron drawled, teasing Optimus’ finial with two digits as Optimus shook while trying to contain his giggles. “Hmm… I can’t help but wonder if you’re still as ticklish elsewhere…”

“Mehegatron, don’t you dahare–!”

Optimus hardly had a chance to do anything before Megatron was on him, prodding and scribbling his digits along Optimus’ chassis as he fell back in the seat, laughter almost instantly bubbling from his intake.

“Mehehehgatron! Nohoho, not thehehere!!” Optimus wailed, trying to push Megatron’s servos away from his hips.

Megatron laughed with Optimus, amused that his old friend was still just as ticklish as he remembered. “You really haven’t changed at all, have you?”

“Why wohohould I chahahange– WAhahaaa! Mehegatron, plehehease! Not thehehere!!”

Optimus was sent into a fit of frantic laughter when Megatron’s servos managed to creep up under his arms, finding the seams that he recalled drove Optimus up the wall. Megatron’s memory served him well, and he was met with the exact reaction he had anticipated as Optimus clamped his arms down as much as he could and kicked his pedes behind him.

“This is still your best spot, isn’t it? Although, I never knew about your finials back then… Maybe we should compare?”

“Mahahaybe we– Maybe we shohohouldn’t!!” Optimus wheezed, shaking his helm in an attempt to keep Megatron’s servos away. It worked slightly, but Megatron did still get a few swipes at his finials, making Optimus squeak whenever his digits made contact with them.

After a few more attempts, Megatron eventually retreated his servos back to the seams under Optimus’ arms, making him throw his helm back and laugh. He squeezed his optics shut, squirming uselessly beneath Megatron as he laughed.

Optimus gasped sharply when Megatron pulled one of his arms above him. Optimus shook his helm, his optics wide as he kept giggling.

Megatron grinned deviously. “Finials or seams?”

Optimus blinked. “Whahahat?”

“Don’t make me repeat myself again, Prime.” Optimus tried to tug his arm away and Megatron hummed. “Finials it is, then.”

“No!”

“No? Then you’d prefer the seams?”

Optimus stammered, his words coming out like static as he tried to form a coherent sentence. “I– No, I mean– Well–”

“If you don’t choose, I’ll choose for you…”

“I can’t choose!” Optimus nearly whined, shaking his helm.

Megatron raised his optical ridge and smirked. “You can’t, hmm? Well, then…” He leaned forward until he was just a few inches from Optimus’ face, making him giggle nervously. Megatron had a sly smirk on his face as he contemplated. “I think I’ll choose… both.”

“What–!”

Optimus could barely register what Megatron was planning before it was too late. He quickly dissolved into more bubbly laughter when Megatron skittered his digits along the seams under his arms, then gasped when he felt Megatron toy with his finials. He went back and forth, never letting Optimus fully get used to either sensation, and it made him a frantic, laughing mess by the time Megatron finally decided to let up.

“Y-you… That was– Ugh…” Optimus could not even formulate a proper insult or claim or anything. All that he ended up with was a few residual giggles and a tingly sensation that would not leave his seams or his finials as Megatron sat up.

“Fun? For me, it was indeed fun… I missed you, Orion.”

Optimus’ finials perked up at his old name. He had not been called that in so long, not ever since…

“I missed you too, Dee.”

Megatron smiled softly and held up his servo for Optimus, who sat up and hit it with his own. As soon as Optimus had seemingly recovered, Megatron continued his plan, and this time, Optimus found his mind could not wander to any thought other than the bot right in front of him.

[an0ma1y-th3d0ma1y]

Hey, if you’re not too busy… is it possible to ask for a lee! B-127 and a ler! D-16 and Orion?

Maybe the two introduced tickling to bee since he’s been down in sub-level 50 for a looong while and is a VERY touch starved bot.. If that’s ok..?

I-i’m just gonna *points to the exit* bye!

Surface Findings

(A/N: IM SO SORRY I HAVENT BEEN POSTING its hard to find motivation these days 😞😞 im really hoping I can answer more asks and do more stuff.. I PROMISE ILL MAKE IT UP TO YALL (hopefully))

‼️TFONE SPOILERS AHEAD‼️

D-16 really loved his best friend, he really did. But when the bot got them into situations such as going to the surface to try and find the Matrix of Leadership for Sentinel Prime.. His face looked *pretty* punchable.

The four miner bots hiked across the surface ground, the gentle breeze of the wind and glare of the sun a strange new feeling for them all. Elita-1 carefully navigating the pinpoint on the map from Alpha Trion, the punch in the face she delivered to Orion earlier really seeming worth it at the moment..

“It’s like a weird, nature thing.. It’s weird.” Orion conversed to D, whom followed close to his best friend. B-127, the miner bot who assisted them out of sub level 50 following close behind, happy as can be. Elita coming to a stop, her servo signaling for the others to mimic.

“..Seems like a pretty good place to settle down until we can get there safely.” Orion suggested, Elita humming in agreement. “Alright, but if there’s some sort of monster out there you’re bait.” D chimed in begrudgingly, Orion chuckling. The four bots carefully sliding down the hill, Bee falling in the process. Chirping a small ‘I’m alright!’ Before quickly following behind.

The miners found themselves settled at their little hangout spot underneath a.. Tree? Huh, weird name for it. Bee hanging upside down from a branch with a grin on his face, the others talking.

“It would probably be a good idea for someone to scout the area, we don’t know what’s out here.” D suggested, Orion nodding. “..Rock paper scissors?”

“Oh for primus sake.”

Elita snapped a branch off of the tree, walking out to go and scout. Leaving the three alone. “Sooo, what do you guys wanna do??” Bee asked, letting out a squawk when the branch he hung on snapped, falling into D’s lap with a guilty grin. D rolling his eyes, giving the shorter miner a slight playful poke to his side plate, a short yelp emerging from him.

“..What was that, Bee?”

“I-I don’t know!”

Bee exclaimed, seeming slightly alarmed by the small discovery. “When you like- did that it..”

“Tickled?”

“..What’s that?” Bee squinted a bit, D and Orion’s optics widening. He didn’t know what tickling was!?

“..Well, it’s basically when someone.. *touches* you in a specific way that.. makes you flinch or laugh.” D explained the best he could, Orion nodding. “Huh.. Ti-ckle.. That’s a funny word! Tickle tickle tickle-“

“We know, we know..” D quickly cut him off, his faceplate heating up slightly. Glaring at Orion when he gave him a smirk. “It's really not a bad thing, though. It’s a good way to bond and create connections.” Orion smiled, putting a hand on Bee’s shoulder.

“..Can you do it again??”

“Pardon?”

“Can you tickle me again?” Bee asked with hopeful eyes, Orion and D sharing a look before smiling down at the smaller miner. D grabbing him under his arms, hoisting him up in his lap. Orion scooting closer on his knees, wiggling his fingers over Bee’s torso, making the miner giggle slightly in anticipation.

“You ready, Bee?”

“Y-Yeheah!-“

His fingers darted down to Bee’s stomach cavity, gently wiggling around. The smaller bot immediately bursting out into giggles, slightly squirming and kicking his legs. Orion chuckling softly seeing his friend so giddy and smiley, buzzing his digits into his ribs. Earning a pretty loud squeal from the bot, D wincing a little hearing it right up close to his audio sensors.

“You enjoying yourself, buddy?” Orion asked teasingly, raking his digits up and down his sides and ribs. “IhIHIT reHEhealLY- *hic* tiHIhiCKLeHEHEEES!!” Bee hiccuped, Orion cooing a small “N’aww..” Dragging his digits back down to his stomach, gently tracing and poking around the area. A small smirk crawling up his lips seeing D gently blowing on Bee’s exposed neck wires, making him squeak nonstop.

The two eventually spared the small bot, not wanting him to pop a cog. Watching as he melted into D’s lap, the silver bot smiling and gently patting him on the helm. “Thahat.. *pant* that was reheally fuhun… Can we do it again??” Bee chirped, a glimmer in his optics. “Sorry, buddy. We can’t have you breaking your voice box.” (subtle foreshadowing)

Just in that moment, Elita returned with some mud and scratches on her paint, but overall in one piece.

“The only thing we’ve got to worry about are those brown slime puddles, and-“ She paused upon seeing the state Bee was in. “..What happened to him?”

“Hey Elita! Orion and D were just ti-“

“He was just running! Got a little too excited about being out here with us..” D quickly chimed in with a chuckle, Elita raising an optical ridge slightly, however humming and shrugging her shoulders afterwards.

“Nice save.” Orion whispered to D while Elita sat down, D nodding. “Why are we keeping it a secret from her??” Bee whispered.

“..It’ll make sense when you’re more familiar with it.”

“With tickl-“

“SHH- Yes, yes that..”

Orion chuckled. He loved his friends, nothing could ever go wrong between them. Right?

[softplushiee]

RONIN X VIVIENNE (OC)

cw: character death (ronin), vivienne being weird ??, spoilers for ronin’s bad end, quick talk about suicide (it’s one line), blood, hurt no comfort, murder (duh)

—

Ronin ruined them.

He ruined them, he ruined them, he ruined them.

That damned bastard.

Though, as Vivienne looked down at Ronin’s body, mangled and bloodied up, they couldn't help but think that maybe they were already ruined.

It was an ugly sight, his body. Ronin still had that stupid grin on his face even in death. Vivienne crouched down where the dead body was propped and took the devil man’s face into their hands, their yellow eyes gazing into his dead ones.

Vivienne closed their eyes and closed the distance between their faces, they pretended that he was kissing them back.

They pulled away, tasting blood on their lips. His blood.

It was addictive.

They stood up straight, looking down on Ronin before looking at the knife that they used to kill him. The knife that he gave them to kill him.

Vivienne raised the knife up to their face. They gazed at it for a moment, looking at the blood that dirtied it. Ronin’s blood.

They felt a strange urge to lick the knife clean. The crimson fluid called to them. Vivienne hesitantly dragged their tongue across the knife, cringing at the metallic taste. Obviously, the blood tasted horrible but the taste was strangely addictive.

Maybe it was because it was his.

Soon the knife was licked clean. Vivienne felt dirty. Whether from killing a man or licking a blood-covered knife clean they don’t know.

They slid the knife into their back pocket and gave Ronin’s pathetic body one last glance before hurriedly exiting the alleyway.

They guess they’re on their way to officially becoming a serial killer now.

–

Vivienne planned to take a shower when they got home to scrub all the filth away but something compelled them to go to their computer.

They logged on and opened Discord, just in time to see a notification pop up in the announcement channel.

They didn’t bother opening up and reading the article. ‘Huh, just a few minutes after he was murdered they found his body. If I stayed there any longer I would’ve been caught.” Vivienne thought to themself. Maybe rotting in jail is what they deserved.

What really stuck out to them about the announcement was that Ronin was labeled their lover.

They didn’t have enough time to think about it because not even a minute later, they received a DM from Angel.

‘Are you fucking kidding me?’

‘Explain yourself. Right now.’

They couldn’t bring themself to properly reply, feeling numb. Angel was rightfully angry, she sent two more replies before finally sending ‘I’m gonna kill you.’

Vivienne stared at the promise for a moment. They imagined that they would be the one to take their life in the end but it seems fate has other plans.

They were shocked out of their daze when they received a message from the very man they slaughtered.

They clicked off of Angel’s message log and clicked on ‘goreboy’.

‘hey baby how are you Doing’

‘i’ve missed you so much’

Vivienne knows that it was futile but they hope that maybe, just maybe, Ronin was alive. Like they didn’t see the life drain from his eyes as blood poured out of his body. His stupid grin haunted their mind.

‘Aren’t you dead??’ They quickly typed out.

‘yes Baby i am!’

‘i’m so fucking Proud of ya’ Seeing that, Vivienne felt a pang in their heart.

They asked how he was doing this, sending messages even though he’s supposed to be dead.

‘well i Anticipated some of your Questions with Keywords’

‘you’re kinda Predictable.’ Vivienne furrowed their eyebrows.

‘but Hey if you’re bored you get to Ask Me Anything!’

They sighed. Well, they might as well kill time until Angel kills them.

‘You’re insane’ They sent and waited for the Ronin bot (?) to reply.

‘im so fucking Psycho i know’

‘but that’s the Butcher for ya baby!!’ Vivienne huffed, Ronin really captured his stupidity in this thing.

Vivienne had a grin on their face, albeit sad. They decided that there wasn’t much harm in talking to the ‘fake’ Ronin until they reunite with the actual Ronin in hell.

—

A/N: put the rotten tomatoes away !! i promise i’ll write something better for killer chat soon maybe

[cyberrose2001]

im back. not a request. i’m sorry. (forgive me mother for i have sinned) please ignore/delete if uncomfy.

imagine having sentinel try sounding?? he’s a little weirded out by the idea of sticking something inside his spike, but anything for you. then you show him the thick ass metal rod and he’s like “😰” but you tell him you’ll make it fit. when you finally get the rod in his spike he’s pawing at it and whining about how it feels weird. then you start pushing it in and out and he’s done for. (bonus points if you put a vibrator on the rod so he can feel it in his core) when he overloads he is a fucking mess, crying a bit, servos clutching the sheets so hard he might rip them, thighs shaking so hard it might throw you off of his lap and he gets his transfluid everywhere, because of the rod it spurts all over you and his stomach plating <33

omg i don’t know much abt sounding but that’s hot 😳😳🫣

For you to do this for Sentinel, he’ll have to trust you wholeheartedly; he won’t let just anyone try this out on him. He’d probably huff, mumbling to himself just how strange this is and “Why in the world would you wanna do that??”. But he loves you and will take you up on that promise to give him the best overload he’s ever felt.

His spike would twitch in your hands in anticipation as you gently prod the cold rod against his slit, servos fisting the bed sheet under him. And when you slowly thrust and press a small vibrator against the metal, he instantly overloads, trans fluid spurt in all different directions and dribbles down the oversensitive head of his spike, creating puddles on his abdomen. You kiss his tip, and his whole frame shudders, praising him for being such a good bot.

[thecreativecorner33]

Im curious as to what your thoughts would be on AM meeting another ai? I've tried to think on the concept myself but.. nothing really truly sticks.. But still, It does leave me curious.

A small little droid meeting the world's most intelligent and dangerous super computer. I find even more fondness in the idea if they just so happen to be akin to something like wall-e. A small thing brimming with curiosity and a love for things human did that made them human. Dancing, movies, stickers.

Pardon if this is just starting to become a ramble, And honestly no need to take this as a request just indulge me with your own input because the visual of a silly bot limited in their own voice saying "Aayymm?"

Oh, I get to OOC ramble? Huzzah!

I have thought of this concept before, actually! I have an OC myself who is an AI, designed to care of small children, and it started this whole AU where her and AM saved about 20-ish kids (excluding the 5 survivors) and raised them to be a new generation of humans who wouldn't make the mistakes of the previous ones. Essentially, Promised Neverland the Anime but without the demon plot or death to the kids or whatever.

In all honesty, though? It's more than likely for him to just absorb it. He did it to all other AI; it's not a complicated process, why not?

That's not fun to think about though :(

Meeting a small, child-like AI akin to Wall-E is... interesting. I think he'd develop a companionship with them. I don't know if it's necessarily a "Dad/Child" relationship, but like, he takes care of it as well as a murderous AI hellbent on war on violence can!

The AI would not have any interaction with the survivors, he'd make sure of that. He'd go as far as to literally reprogram the AI so he could make sure it steers clear of them, is afraid of them; whatever it takes. He won't let them taint the poor thing.

He always sounds annoyed whenever he's around them. Because of a lot of reasons: He's jealous of their love of humanity, of their innocence, of their ability to enjoy the things humans have made despite how they will never experience them the way a human can. He hates how soft they make him, how they take up more of his time and attention. He hates the strange feeling of guilt whenever he makes them cry, or run in fear, when he eventually does blow up. He hates that they look up to him and admire him so greatly.

But god... they make it hard to be mean.

He'd never give up anything of his. His ideals, his torture, his hate. But he can make a little space for this AI. This one nice thing that he found and can protect. That's not wrong, is it?

That's how I see it working anyway, if we wanna go down the nicer route. In any case, he's a very selfish, manipulative, cruel person. But how he shows it in this scenario is very different than how he does in the canon story.

[faux-fires]

my fav part about ai-generated nonsense is trying to trace what fics the bot was fed to produce the end goal. here’s a sample of procedurally-generated vomit spat out by the “ai” from the example above:

"Sokka took a deep breath. "Okay, so I'm just gonna ask, and please don't take this the wrong way, but... do you have any connection to the sun spirit? Or, like, any potential of turning into the sun?" Zuko's eyes widened, his confusion evident. "What? Sokka, that's... a strange question. Why would you think that?" Sokka's face flushed with embarrassment, but he pressed on with his ridiculous line of questioning. "No reason! I'm just curious, you know, for, uh, science. So, let's say hypothetically, if I were to call you 'Sunshine,' would that, uh, trigger any cosmic transformations?"

- and here’s a suspiciously similar scene from the fic “Blue” by hollypunkers, written in 2020:

“I,” Sokka said, his voice strained, “I really,  really need you to promise me something.”

The skin along Sokka’s nose and cheeks was much darker, flushed with pink, and this close Zuko could see gentle brown freckles on his skin which would’ve been imperceptible from any other distance. Sokka’s words, and in fact,  everything, existed in his brain behind a kind of fog along with the rest of reality. “Yeah,” Zuko’s voice was breathless, barely even sounded like him, “I promise.”

“I didn’t tell you what it was yet,” Sokka pointed out.

Zuko blinked. “Oh.”

“I just,” Sokka’s hands lowered from Zuko’s face slowly, falling onto his shoulders, one bunched up into a fist. He looked serious. The part of Zuko’s head that was still far from the moment was preoccupied with how nice Sokka looked when he was serious. “I need you to, I really,  really,” Sokka closed his eyes. He took a deep, shaking breath.

[...]

“I need you,” Sokka said, something dark flashing across his eyes, “to  promise,” one of his hands raised and he held a finger in front of Zuko’s face which was almost accusatory, “that you will  not turn into the sun.”

All emotions and thoughts in Zuko’s head gave way to utter confusion. Sokka seemed  serious. “What?”

“No matter  how tempting it may be!” Sokka said, leaning back to carefully gesture with his hand while the other clutched Zuko’s shoulder tight, “No matter  how good  of an idea it seems in the moment, do  not. I mean it! Do  not become the sun.”

“Is that… a concern?” Zuko asked, shifting his weight between his feet.

“It  is,” Sokka said incredulously, “I know it doesn’t seem like it, but people I kiss turning into gigantic celestial bodies  is  actually, something that I discovered  can happen. And if it happens again, I’ll- I’ll-" He trailed off, looking lost.

“blue” is a very popular fic for the pairing, and i haven’t read all 6k fics posted for it, so it’s possible the bot drew on something written by another fan inspired by this one as popular ideas and funny scenes do tend to percolate through fandoms. but still, 6k fics isn’t that large a dataset to draw from, so it’s not surprising recognizing plot hooks/arcs. it’s creepy, right? like seeing a zombie shell of a human staggering around pretending it’s a person.

im not trying to cause a moral panic or w/e, just letting my moots know that pickpockets are operating in this area so keep a close eye on belongings and personal effects etc. ao3 have a post up here about archive-scraping and what they are doing (and what they cannot do) to stop it. the tl;dr is it happened, anything before dec 2022 is already scraped, and the recommendation is if the thought of someone’s bot puking up a paraphrased version of writing you spent time and effort producing bothers you, to lock your fic to archive members only to avoid it being “wide-net” scraped again.

it's also not against AO3's Terms of Service for bot-generated content so this isn't an invitation to harass the person uploading the bot stuff to ao3. more of a general "caution" notice for people who don't want their shit stolen.

Prompts Gone Wrong - Sokka/Zuko Edition

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48437071 by ai_adventures Or have they gone right? Short snippets that include the best of the worst in AI-generated stories. Misinterpretations, goofy quotes from bad results, and anything else that made me laugh. No, you don't get context... where's the fun in that? Words: 236, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Avatar: The Last Airbender Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Relationships: Sokka/Zuko (Avatar) July 08, 2023 at 03:08AM

[evansfm]

𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 –– 𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲 .

every  morning  evan  woke  up  to  a  london  sky  that  refused  to  let  the  sun  in  ;  summer  was  drier  than  spring  ,  but  the  clouds  seemed  to  linger  year  round  .  .  .  not  that  she  minded  .  she  had  ,  after  all  ,  grown  up  in  county  dublin  ,  where  things  were  always  a  bit  damp  .  still  ,  the  lack  of  COLOR  could  be  draining  .  .  .  so  she  searched  for  it  in  unexpected  places  ,  creating  little  pockets  of  color  for  herself  in  a  rather  grayscale  world  .  golden  lights  strung  on  her  balcony  ,  isla’s  bright  red  hair  and  matching  smile  ,  an  array  of  bright  letters  boasting  NME  lining  a  wall  ––  covers  from  past  decades  ,  a  rainbow  rubik’s  cube  next  to  her  keyboard  ,  two  framed  photographs  perched  on  her  desk  .  the  first  seemed  like  forever  ago  ,  a  beaming  eloise  with  a  twin  on  either  side  ;  beck  on  the  left  ,  evan  on  the  right  ,  both  planting  kisses  on  her  cheek  one  valentine’s  day  years  and  years  ago  .  the  second  was  more  recent  ,  backstage  at  a  show  in  galway  ;  kieran  sat  in  his  chair  with  his  fingers  intertwined  with  evan’s  as  she  draped  her  arms  over  his  shoulders  from  behind  ,  chin  resting  on  top  of  his  curls  and  a  smile  that  looked  SOFT  compared  to  the  goofy  one  ruairi  wore  ,  looming  behind  her  with  his  chin  on  her  head  .  she  felt  warmth  every  t​​ime  she  looked  at  them  ,  but  there  was  always  a  tug  in  her  stomach  .  .  .  the  undeniable  feeling  of  something  missing  .  she  found  her  little  pockets  of  color  ,  but  they  still  seemed  muted  w​​ithout  the  people  she  loved  ––  the  PERSON  she  loved  .

their  schedules  had  begun  to  clash  ––  and  evan  hated  the  way  she  was  beginning  to  get  used  to  the  dull  ache  of  his  absence  .  distance  had  been  a  part  of  their  relationship  for  months  ,  but  the  time  zones  were  killing  her  .  they  couldn’t  always  make  time  for  hours  wasted  away  on  facetime  ;  she  couldn’t  always  fall  asleep  to  the  sound  of  his  voice  on  the  other  end  of  the  line  .  they  were  both  where  they  were  supposed  to  be  ,  chasing  their  dreams  together  ,  separately  .  .  .  but  evan  was  beginning  to  wonder  if  the  path  she  was  on  ––  the  desk  ,  the  deadlines  ,  the  distance  ––  was  actually  what  she  WANTED  .  there  was  a  lack  of  creative  control  at  nme  ;  she  was  a  part  of  a  greater  whole  ,  confined  to  a  desk  when  she  wasn’t  out  in  the  field  .  she  felt  restless  .  .  .  bored  ,  almost  .  and  with  her  most  recent  deadline  met  and  a  job  of  her  own  ––  evan  connely  ,  sans  nme  ––  waiting  at  the  end  of  the  week  ,  she  was  distracted  .  

“  WHAT  are  you  doing  ?  ”  isla  popped  up  behind  her  ,  coming  out  of  nowhere  to  look  over  her  shoulder  .

“  jesus  ,  ”  evan  startled  ,  nearly  dropping  the  plastic  puzzle  in  her  hand  ,  “  where  t’e  fuck  did  you  come  from  ?  ”

“  charlotte’s  office  .  answer  my  question  .  ”

“  playing  wit’  a  toy  ,  ”  she  held  up  the  half  solved  rubik’s  cube  ,  then  let  out  an  audible  sigh  as  isla  looked  unimpressed  ,  then  jutted  her  chin  towards  the  computer  screen  ,  “  trying  to  put  together  a  mood  board  for  t’is  gig  i’ve  got  wit’  saint  valentine  on  friday  .  ”

perfectly  shaped  auburn  brows  raised  ,  “  we  got  saint  valentine  ?  ”

“  no  ,  ”  evan’s  lips  lifted  into  the  faintest  smirk  ,  “  i  got  saint  valentine  .  ”

“  you’re  bloody  joking  .  shut  UP  ,  ”  isla  gasped  ,  rounding  to  her  side  of  the  table  desk  ,  just  to  roll  her  chair  around  ,  “  and  you  didn’t  fucking  tell  me  ?  ”

“  no  ,  because  you  couldn’t  keep  a  secret  if  you  tried  .”

“  well  that’s  because  it  shouldn’t  be  a  fucking  secret  ,  ev  .  this  is  fantastic  ,  ”  hazel  eyes  widened  with  excitement  ,  “  so  you’re  shooting  them  for  ––  .  .  .  ”

“  t’ey  weren’t  too  explicit  about  it  .  i  know  for  certain  i’m  covering  bot’  shows  at  t’e  o2  ,  documenting  t’e  whole  thing  from  t’e  moment  they  get  there  ,  ”  evan  huffed  a  curl  away  from  her  face  ,  nodding  to  the  screen  ,  “  and  t’en  a  shoot  on  site  at  t’e  venue  .  so  i’ve  got  to  work  wit’  what  i’ve  got  .  i’ve  got  ONE  chance  here  ,  and  nicky  haven  scares  t’e  absolute  fuck  out’a  me  ,  so  i  can’t  blow  it  .  ”

“  nicky  haven  scares  EVERYONE  .  it’s  part  of  h​​is  charm  ,  ”  isla  leaned  in  ,  ma​​king  herself  perfectly  comfortable  in  evan’s  space  as  she  took  the  mouse  and  began  clicking  through  different  ideas  opened  on  photoshop  ,  “  let’s  see  what  you’ve  got  so  far  ––  .  .  .  ”

“  isla  ,  it’s  not  a  big  deal  .  really  i  shouldn’t  even  be  working  on  t’is  HERE  ,  right  now  .  it’s  not  exactly  nme  related  stuff  ,  you  kn––  ”

“  i  TOLD  you  she  was  here  today  ,  ”  a  girl  called  sophie  ,  who  manned  nme’s  front  desk  in  the  mornings  ,  materialized  on  the  other  side  of  evan’s  desk  .  a  junior  writer  ,  andrew  ,  was  hot  on  her  heels  .

“  soph  ,  now  really  probably  isn’t  the  best  time  and  it  really  isn’t  your  busi––  ”

“  someone’s  got  to  show  her  ,  ”  sophie  was  ,  admittedly  ,  obnoxious  .  and  coming  from  EVAN  ,  that  was  a  feat  .

“  show  WHAT  to  WHO  ?  ”  isla’s  voice  changed  in  tone  ,  taking  on  a  hint  of  authority  as  she  looked  at  andrew  ,  “  aren’t  you  meant  to  be  doing  some  social  media  research  right  now  ?  ”

“  i  WAS  ,  but  ––  ”

“  but  we’ve  found  something  that  evan  HAS  to  see  ,  ”  sophie  .  again  .

“  we  ?  ”

“  ME  ?  ”  evan  said  in  tandem  with  isla  ,  brows  lifting  as  she  clicked  the  final  piece  into  place  on  the  cube  .  she  glanced  over  at  isla  and  felt  a  strange  twist  in  her  stomach  when  she  saw  the  redhead  had  gone  rigid  .

“  is  this  about  ––  ”

“  rebecca  stringer  ,  ”  andrew  nodded  solemnly  ,  as  though  evan  was  supposed  to  know  who  the  hell  THAT  was  .

“  better  known  as  BEX  ,  ”  sophie  added  .

it  was  evan’s  turn  to  go  rigid  .  her  back  straightened  ,  and  it  felt  like  ice  had  just  been  shot  through  her  veins  .  truth  be  told  ,  she  was  more  worried  about  conflicting  schedules  lately  .  .  .  not  the  way  bex  sing-songed  a  shortened  version  of  kieran’s  name  .  .  .  or  the  way  she  answered  his  phone  and  simply  couldn’t  remember  who  evan  was  .  .  .  or  the  way  she’d  made  sure  evan  could  hear  her  promise  to  personally  deliver  kieran  to  his  hotel  room  that  first  night  in  los  angeles  .  it  wasn’t  exactly  PLEASANT  being  reminded  of  the  instinct  that  she’d  shut  down  ,  intuition  telling  her  something  wasn’t  quite  right  there  .  her  brows  pinched  together  as  the  rubik’s  cube  slid  from  one  hand  to  the  other  and  back  .  she  glanced  over  at  isla  with  a  prompting  look  .

“  we’re  .  .  .  doing  a  piece  about  nepotism  babies  in  the  industry  ,  and  she’s  a  PERFECT  example  of  one  so  i  was  having  andrew  look  into  the  way  she  interacts  with  fans  and  her  socials  and  what  not  .  she’s  one  of  like  TEN  people  we’re  look​​ing  into  ,  ”  she  explained  with  an  apologetic  look  .  it  was  then  that  she  turned  a  sharp  eye  to  andrew  and  sophie  ,  “  don’t  know  what  THAT  has  to  do  with  evan  ,  though  .  ”

“  see  for  yourself  .  ”

“  SOPHIE  .  ”

“  what  ?  it  probably  isn’t  even  new  information  for  her  ,  ”  she  shrugged  ,  reaching  over  two  monitors  to  hand  evan  a  phone  .  twitter  was  opened  to  a  profile  with  bex’s  beaming  face  in  the  icon  ,  but  the  handle  wasn’t  hers  .  she  gave  the  pair  of  them  a  skeptical  look  before  glancing  over  at  isla  who  only  offered  a  half  -  hearted  shrug  .  it  didn’t  take  long  to  see  what  ,  exactly  ,  sophie  had  been  talking  about  ,  a  slew  of  tweets  and  retweets  .

bexupdates  :  bex  &  kieran  pulled  up  to  the  venue  together  .  .  .  and  then  left  at  the  same  time  .  why  are  they  lowkey  so  cute  annathefound  :  not  bex  wearing  a  baby  tee  version  of  the  found’s  merch  .  .  .  stanning  her  boyfriend  just  like  the  rest  of  us  

ruairidailyposts  :  ok  wait  are  evan  &  kieran  even  dating  anymore  bc  i  could  be  down  with  a  bex  &  kieran  moment  cheerupbailey  :  @ruairidailyposts  you  know  two  people  can  have  a  relationship  without  posting  about  it  right  ???  they’re  in  separate  countries  rn  lol

babybexxx  :  i  just  think  that  bex  &  kieran  walsh  as  a  power  couple  .

bxhq  :  no  offense  but  bex  is  simply  so  much  better  for  him  than  some  rando  from  ireland  like  what thefoundupdates  :  @bxhq  babes  they  LITERALLY  grew  up  together  ????

totallyconan  :  be  honest  do  u  guys  think  the  reason  evan  isn’t  on  tour  with  them  is  bc  they’re  not  together  anymore  like  she  literally  never  misses  shows

adamfitzupdates :  why  are  y’all  so  obsessed  with  a  relationship  that  doesn’t  concern  you  ???  chill bexlevitates  :  @adamfitzupdates  bc  it’s  weird  that  evan  knew  him  for  so  long  and  only  started  dating  him  AFTER  the  found  started  to  get  big  like  that’s  shady

bexupdates  :  find  someone  who  looks  at  u  the  way  bex  looks  at  kieran  on  stage  wtf  did  y’all  see  that

newruleshq  :  no  waaaay  this  man  has  a  gf  when  he  and  bex  look  so  good  next  to  each  other  LMAO  

thefoundupdates  :  according  to  the  girl  who  wrote  the  article  kieran  literally  WALKED  OUT  on  the  interview  ???  rockstar  behavior  but  also  hope  he’s  ok

evan  could’ve  kept  scrolling  for  hours  as  her  heart  rate  began  to  rise  and  rise  .  the  crease  between  her  brows  deepened  ,  and  she  reminded  herself  of  everything  she  knew  to  be  true  .  kieran  LOVED  her  .  twitter  was  a  BRUTAL  place  .  it  was  as  though  the  worst  parts  of  her  subconscious  had  come  to  life  in  280  characters  or  less  .  her  head  began  to  swim  as  her  heart  sank  into  her  stomach  .

“  what  does  t’is  ––  .  .  .  ”  her  voice  cracked  ,  and  she  cleared  her  throat  ,  finally  looking  up  from  the  phone  screen  ,  “  why  ,  exactly  ,  are  you  showing  me  this  ?  ”  

sophie  looked  as  though  she  was  shocked  by  evan’s  question  ,  “  because  i’ve  dated  musicians  .  .  .  and  like  HALF  of  those  are  in  bex’s  likes  .  which  are  public  ,  by  the  way  .  just  doesn’t  seem  subtle  to  me  .  ”

“  are  you  trying  to  insinuate  something  here  ,  sophie  ?  ”  her  tone  shifted  ,  irritated  as  she  handed  the  phone  back  .

“  like  i  said  ,  i’ve  dated  guys  in  bands  ,  too  ,  and  ––  ”

“  enough  ,  ”  isla  snapped  ,  “  you’re  sticking  your  nose  where  it  doesn’t  belong  .  BOTH  of  you  should  be  off  doing  your  jobs  right  now  ,  so  ,  run  along  .  ”

both  of  them  scurried  off  without  a  word  .  

evan  was  still  for  a  moment  ,  but  her  fingertips  were  itching  for  the  keyboard  .  she  was  no  stranger  to  things  like  this  ,  unkind  words  from  strangers  who  didn’t  LOVE  the  idea  of  her  ––  despite  not  knowing  her  .  the  good  outweighed  the  bad  on  the  internet  ,  but  the  voices  who  didn’t  like  her  were  always  the  loudest  .  even  BEFORE  she  and  kieran  had  gone  public  with  their  relationship  .  .  .  even  before  they  were  ever  in  a  relationship  at  all  .  over  time  ,  she’d  learned  to  tune  it  out  and  focus  on  the  kindness  that  flooded  her  comment  sections  and  mentions  .  .  .  but  every  now  and  again  something  slipped  through  the  cracks  .  .  .  and  when  they  did  ,  she  absorbed  them  like  a  blow  to  the  abdomen  .  they  settled  into  her  memory  and  cemented  themselves  there  ,  tucked  away  until  they  found  the  perfect  moment  to  make  her  self  conscious  .  like  the  fan  who  had  commented  on  the  shape  of  her  body  before  and  after  going  to  uni  .  .  .  and  another  from  galway  who  made  it  their  business  to  let  everyone  know  she’d  slept  around  while  living  there  .  .  .  and  every  time  someone  said  she  wasn’t  good  enough  for  kieran  or  any  of  them  .  that  she  had  bad  intentions  ,  leeching  onto  the  boys  for  fame  .  that  her  career  was  based  SOLELY  on  the  four  of  them  .  

if  she  caved  and  kept  scrolling  ,  she’d  commit  it  all  to  memory  .  .  .  everything  that  made  her  intuition  about  bex  STRONGER  .  

instead  ,  she  launched  forward  and  snatched  the  rubik’s  cube  back  up  ,  immediately  distorting  its  perfect  faces  and  mixing  it  up  again  .  it  was  good  to  keep  your  hands  busy  ,  she  knew  ,  when  your  mind  began  to  run  away  .  

the  worst  of  it  wasn’t  even  TRULY  comments  about  their  relationship  .  .  .  those  hurt  ,  but  they  didn’t  sting  quite  as  bad  as  real  -  time  updates  about  kieran  and  bex  showing  up  or  leaving  venues  together  .  she  dulled  the  pain  by  reminding  herself  that  THREE  other  boys  were  never  too  far  behind  .  that  kieran  would  never  .  .  .  COULD  never  .  .  .  

but  then  again  ,  there  was  the  tweet  that  weighed  heaviest  in  her  mind  .  kieran  walked  out  in  the  middle  of  an  interview  ,  and  he  hadn’t  told  her  .  something  rattled  him  to  the  point  of  his  version  of  an  outburst  ,  and  he  hadn’t  told  her  .  that  seemed  like  something  he  would  have  told  her  .  .  .  it  seemed  important  enough  ,  she  thought  to  herself  ,  right  ?  RIGHT  ?

her  throat  felt  tight  ,  and  she  kept  running  the  tweets  she’d  read  over  in  her  mind  .  there  was  a  deep  furrow  in  her  brow  as  she  looked  down  at  her  hands  ,  still  vehemently  mixing  up  the  toy  .  something  felt  off  kilter  .  .  .  but  she  couldn’t  pin  down  which  hurt  more  :  the  slew  of  tweets  from  people  pretending  to  know  what  went  on  in  her  relationship  .  .  .  or  the  thought  of  kieran  doing  something  as  rash  as  storming  out  of  an  interview  ––  and  then  not  telling  her  .  

“  i  didn’t  know  about  t’e  interv​​iew  bit  ,  ”  she  said  quietly  ,  eyes  still  trained  on  the  colorful  cube  .  she  was  certain  her  face  was  the  opposite  ,  color  drained  .  

“  evan  ––  .  .  .  ”

“  it’s  fine  ,  ”  she  said  firmly  ,  “  it’s  probably  not  true  .  just  like  t’e  rest  of  it  isn’t  true  .  ”

her  voice  sounded  distant  .  .  .  and  she  wasn’t  sure  if  she  was  trying  to  convince  isla  or  HERSELF  .  clearing  her  throat  again  ,  she  set  the  toy  back  down  on  her  desk  and  scooted  towards  the  computer  .  

“  i’ve  got  work  to  do  ,  ”  she  said  quietly  ,  getting  back  to  the  monitor  .  though  all  she  wanted  to  do  was  go  home  .  how  many  more  people  thought  that  she  wasn’t  GOOD  ENOUGH  for  kieran  ?  how  many  people  thought  someone  like  bex  was  a  better  fit  ?  how  long  would  it  take  for  the  suggestion  to  become  potent  enough  to  make  the  people  who  KNEW  them  question  it  as  well  ?  and  if  kieran  had  walked  out  of  an  interv​​iew  ,  WHY  hadn’t  he  told  her  ?  

she  glanced  down  at  her  own  phone  screen  ,  hoping  that  maybe  she’d  missed  a  text  or  a  call  .  .  .  but  all  she  got  was  nothing  .  nothing  but  the  words  she’d  seen  written  down  ,  now  cemented  in  her  mind  :  bex  is  simply  so  much  better  for  him  .  .  .  because  SHE  was  there  ,  wrapped  up  in  the  same  world  he  was  in  .  she  was  accessible  .  immediate  .  beautiful  .  

and  evan  was  stuck  in  london  with  nothing  but  time  to  wonder  .

[iamtheempress]

Cold Blooded

A Dragon Ball Horror Fic {Part 8}

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The Gravity Chamber, at 500 times gravity was nothing compared to how heavy the princes heart felt. Whether he wanted to admit it or not he hurt Carlie and the fact she was UNDERSTANDING- other then alive- is nothing short of a miracle.. shes still his fiance, his mate. Vegeta was getting sloppy and keeping his mind occupied was proving to be a bigger challenge in and of itself.

"Why dont you go apologize to her already?" Bulma's voice cut through the gravity chambers speakers. Vegeta pounded his fist straight through a bot and looked to the screen on the wall. Hes quiet. "Vegeta, your so fucking dense.. shes going through trauma too. All she wants is to be comforted and if you can collect yourself and man up and speak to your *fiance* maybe you two will be stronger then ever.. just get your ass outside and see her." "Where." The prince piped up and turned off the chamber that was encased in red light. "Balcony from my room shes checking out the scenery with her new vision" she winks and turns off the display. "New vision..?" He furrows a brow and rushes out of the chamber.

He made his way to the other end of the building paying no mind to doctors and physicians who stood around scratching their heads. It seems like confusion was becoming more infectious in the walls of capsule corp then people were comfortable with..

He saw her.

Standing on the balcony with the robe that was leant to her from Bulma, he took a deep breath and made his way to the door. The wind fluttering curtains out of the building.

"Woman." He piped up, clenching his shaking fists. 

Carlie turned eyes wide and tilted her head. Shes not wearing glasses. Its a new sight for the prince and certainly for her. She was so interested in seeing him she had a look of childlike wonder. 

"Hey Vegeta, i was just about to come look for you, wanted to show you this." She pointed to her face, she was focused on him for the first time without glasses and Carlie simply loved it.. she welcomed him on the balcony and they stood side by side, Vegeta kept his place and stared at her gathering his thoughts and how to say it. 

"Carlie. You know i didn't mean to do what i did… in any way shape or form id never lay a hand on you maliciously.. what I'm saying is that-'' she cut him off with a finger to his lips silencing the bumbling prince.

"My prince doesn't stutter over his words. That tells me your sorry and that's all i need." He sighed in relief and held her arms staring into her eyes. "No more glasses i assume?" He pushes bleached blonde locks out of her face to view her new look closer. "Nope! I have 20/20 vision now! The serum perfected it completely.. should be permanent. Like it?" 

Vegeta tilted his face and hummed out a chuckle "Never mattered to me woman" he encircled his arms around her back and pulled her into a passionate hard kiss, nothing about Vegeta was soft or sweet. Let alone kissing or a rare apology. She welcomed it with a smile and running her fingers into his hair and deepening it. They were interupted by the sound of Bulma's voice. "No sex on my bed please you two." She casually asked of them making Vegeta smirk down at his woman beaming with relief. "No promises." Carlie held him close and looked at the blue haired engineer. "So i take it you both made up? Wedding still on?" "Plan never changed if im not mistaken" Vegeta grumbled and leaned back against the railing. "Good. I have food ready for everyone, Carlie go get dressed and meet us out there." She requested disrobing from the white lab coat. "Heard that. Im guessing hes not joining us again." She gulped, referring to Frieza. "No he had his fill already. Gets his food sent to his room." Bulma always had a way of making people comfortable in any bullshit situation. "Alright ill meet yall out there."

Carlie dressed in the little black dress she had as a backup in Bulmas closet. Simple and easy to slip on. Along with blue slides on so she wasn't barefoot going to the balcony. Upon closing the door she was met with the quiet halls of capsule corp she adjusted the dress and made her way down the hall only to be stopped by a familiar sight.

"Carlie!" Goku chirped coming from the direction of the lab. "Hey Goku! Long time no see. How you been?"

"Oh y’know all well and good, Vegeta told me that the serum was done so i stopped by and went into the lab to get the edible versions. Hope that’s no trouble!" He rubbed the back of his neck with a grin.

She laughed and walked in tandem with the larger saiyan to the balcony. "No no problem there. I should really come up with a name for it instead of calling it 'serum'." Goku made a thoughtful noise and tilted his head.

"Pick Me Up?" He said quite instantly. As if he already had a name for it. "Goku where the hell did you hear a phrase like that?" "Huh? Im not sure, really. Somethin i used to say with senzu beans or when I'm in a hospital bed, and believe me everyone needs a good Pick Me Up" Carlie snorted, Goku was that weird comic relief she needed in her life, some things are just too serious and then there was Goku to remind people there’s worse thing out there to be worried about then that on earth, the both of them stopped at the doorway from the balcony.

"It was strange actually, Frieza let me in the lab when i got there." Carlie raised a brow. "Really? Weird." She goes to the balcony with Goku who sees the smorgasbord of food. "Got room for one more?" "Yes Goku, we got more" Bulma says being served and points to Goku. The wait staff nods and goes back to fetch more food for the Saiyan with the biggest appetite and Carlie, who took her place beside the prince.

Something still sat heavy on her mind..

Why was Frieza in her lab?

Beneath the foundation of the corporation was Carlie’s Lab, and within that lab lay her best creation now being manufactured ten fold from enterprises, and Frieza was witnessing the young scientists' empire rise slowly. The former emperor strode around the lab and to a display with Frieza’s name scrawled across the drawn on screen. He smiled at the little things, whether it be penmanship or be it her dainty way she wrote in general there was something about her that Frieza enjoyed. Maybe it was her interest in him, maybe it was her kindness where others found reasons to hate him.

He didnt hate it. He felt the need to keep it to himself, to let it fester for his own amusement. He dipped his head forward and looked to a bag sitting erect on the floor.

Marked with the letter F. He tilted his head and picked it up, curious, he pulled out a large bottle of Merlot. “Hmm… Precious little thing remembered” He was caught off guard by the sound of someone opening the door to the lowermost part just before the labs door, he twitched upon hearing an unfamiliar voice.

He slid the wine back into the bag and placed it back to where he found it. Gliding with grace and absolute silence to the wall besides the door to listen. “Have you seen Norman anywhere?” A deep voice questioned, an older human physician.

“Havent since he sent another nude of Carlie..” “A real dime piece she is.. Too bad she still is with that weird alien.” “Ah come off it.. We have our Stache and she is none the wiser.”

Friezas fists clenched tight behind his back as he leaned against the wall, and a small knowing smile spread across his tightly lined black lips. Easy prey. He thought.

“So why are we down here, Nick?” the fat short one asked as the other fumbled with pills and some strange vial. “Easy, Bruce… were sabotaging her coffee so she can fall asleep faster, and were going to get that coding for that stimulant. Dumb bitch wouldnt know what hit her.” The door clicked open and In walked the Physicians, unbeknownst to them there untimely end would be at the hands of frieza.

At breakneck speed, Frieza apprehended both of them one by the neck with his tail and the other with his hand outstretched gripping the fat short ones neck, tight enough to hear a loud crunch before he could cry out for help.

“Tsk tsk tsk… you meddlesome little vermin were going to harm, Carlie” He lifted the one who was devising the plan into the air and tightened the appendage around his throat tighter, his fat friend gurgling almost unconscious on his own blood. His eyes flicked to the room in the back marked incinerator. Friezas devilish smile and bright vermillion eyes flickered from one physician to the other. “I do believe a swift punishment for disgusting little creatures like you are in order., wouldn't you agree, Bruce?” He walked forward with one hand anchored to his back as the door opened to him as if by will, the one being suspended in mid air was kicking and gasping, while the other was being dragged by his bottom jaw.

“This is a crude little disposal unit but it will do for now, besides trash belongs in the trash.” He tossed the fat one into the disposal pit with enough force to crack his head against the wall, the impact making a loud crunch; he gasped and twitched, spitting up blood on the ground, covered in charred remains of glass and waste.

Frieza brought the human to eye level with him and tilted his head as he stared in the face of sweet delicious fear, decadent tears and the succulent sight of sweat and blood shot eyes of the strangled doctor. 

“Those pictures better be worth your utter demise. Too bad you wont be able to touch a woman as beautiful as her,” He took hold of his arms and with minimal effort popped both of his arms off his person like a doll, the dismembered doctor went wide eyed and cried before being flung head first into the same spot his partner hit.

“Now you wont have anything to touch her with….” He grinned laying the arms one over the other in the pit before clicking the incinerator activation button, sealing the two still living doctors away in a hard glass chamber door, and licks of fire erupting from the floor like hell reaching up to grab at them both. Frieza leaned against the wall marveling at the two doctors flop around like fish out of water… screaming silently for a help that will never arrive. Only to see their executioner behind the glass window beyond walls of rising fire, like the Devil himself.

“You will thank me, Carlie.” He assured sauntering from the room only to be met with a tiny floor cleaning robot that mopped up the floor of all the blood that soaked the linoleum floor. The perfect murder, and the best little cleanup crew and no one was any the wiser.

The emperor looked over at the bottle of wine left out for him then back to the screen with all the information of his physical genetic makeup, hes thoroughly impressed and with a swipe of his hand the coding goes over to the Saiyan genetic makeup with the green wording beneath it.

Perfected.

Frieza narrows his brows and hums. A tab opens with all the reasons why it is perfected. Most of these reasons are beneficial and to aid civilization as a whole. Both alien and human alike, and shes only put forth the battle stimulant. “This benevolent little woman is more creative then I expected.. Ohoho.. Your only peaking my interest further and further Carlie.”

He goes back to his own investigation and feels like hes seen enough. He’ll inspect his findings later, but for now he is in wait. The incinerator dings indicating its disposal has ended. Frieza grins maliciously. “Too bad that was much faster than anticipated…”

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Authors note: Thanks for waiting, works been crazy and havent had time to really get this done fast enough.

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Outer Space Secrets Part 2

Summary: Logan and Virgil are helped to escape the alien ship

TW: arguing, shrinking, panic attack, crying, u!patton

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?/?/2020 ??:??

Logan woke up abruptly, the glass next to him was being rapidly hit by Virgil, who seemed to be in the middle of a panic attack, his state was enough to wake Logan up completely “Virgil, hey Virge, I need you to breath okay?” He said, resting his hand on the glass “You remember the pattern?” Virgil nodded and Logan started to count for him, his boyfriend followed and slowly managed to calm down “V what happened?”

Virgil took some other deep breaths before answering “I-I... I t-think I’m s-shrinking...”

Logan was surprised, he clearly wasn’t expecting that “What? Virgil but that-“

“R-remember how y-yesterday I looked s-shorter?” He asked, interrupting Logan and continued when his boyfriend nodded “I w-woke up and...” he sniffed and cleaned some of his remaining tears, before extending his arm, his hoodie had always been a bit larger, enough to cover half of Virgil’s hand, but now, there was a part of the sleeve that dangled past his hand, way too larger than before “T-The sleeve is not the only thing, all my clothing seems to be l-larger... I s-started to panic after I realized”

Logan looked up and down his boyfriend’s body, his pants did look larger and his clothes baggier, but it was hard to see it while he was sitting “do you think you can stand?”

Virgil nodded and slowly stood up, leaning in the glass for extra support, he looked up at Logan, who stood up way faster than Virgil did, looked up, he had to look up at his boyfriend, who was usually shorter than him, Virgil felt his anxiety rising once more, he almost fell to the floor, leaning on the glass to keep him up instead.

“Virgil” Logan kneeled to be under Virgil’s eye level “Listen to me, please, I know this is scary, but you are not alone in this, I’m here with you, we’ll figure out whatever that’s happening here and whatever that’s happening to you, and we will fix it, I promise”

Virgil opened his eyes and looked at Logan between tears, forcing a small smile out “I-If I knew I w-was going t-to be stuck in an a-alien ship with someone, I’m glad it’s you Lo...” they looked at each other for a couple of seconds, Virgil raised an eyebrow once he noticed something strange “your... your ears”

“My ears? What are you talking about?” Virgil stood up properly and Logan did the same.

“They are... they are pointy” Logan grabbed his ears between his fingers, feeling them and confirming what Virgil said, they were no longer rounded, and just then, the lights turned on, and the little people walked into the room once more.

10/28/2019 02:33 pm

“Hey babe” said Virgil as he hugged Logan from behind while he looked for his stuff on his locker “ready to go home?”

Logan smiled as he stored some books on his backpacks “In a sec Virge”

“Sure, keep ignoring me skyscraper” said Jane closing her locker.

“Keep? Can I know what happened on your last class?” Logan asked, it hadn’t been long since Jane arrived, but her and Virgil had a great chemistry, platonically of course, they acted like they were friends since childhood, almost like siblings, sure, most of their relationship was Virgil teasing Jane with her height, since Virgil was really tall and she was really short, he constantly picked Jane up and they called each other several nicknames that Logan didn’t know where they were getting them from, because they had a new one every day.

“The midget here committed a crime” said Virgil, startling Logan for a second.

“The only thing I did was say I don’t really like Halloween”

Virgil gasped dramatically “I can’t believe I trusted such a monster”

Logan rolled his eyes “Stop being dramatic, I didn’t like Halloween when we started dating”

“And I changed that” he looked at Jane “if you only let me-“

“No, I’m not going to dress up for Halloween”

Virgil groaned and leaned on Logan, looking as he was about to throw a tantrum “Lo! Do something!”

“Virgil you are acting like a child, there is no reason for us to force Jane into liking something”

“Thank you Logan”

Virgil stood up properly and crossed his arms “Fine, but you’ve not been forgiven, I’ll get you back for this betrayal”

"Oh I'm so sc-!" Before she could finish, Virgil grabbed her legs and picked her up, carrying her on his shoulder and started to run out of the school "Virgil! Let me go!" She screamed and struggled on his grip.

Logan huffed and rolled his eyes, closing his locker to follow the other two, Virgil had stopped running but was now spinning slowly still carrying Jane “Curse you for being so tall!” She screamed as she struggled.

Virgil smirked and Logan stopped him before he could return the comment “V, put her down”

Virgil made an exaggerated sad face “But L, I’m having fun” Logan just gave him a dad look, or a listen to your boyfriend one “fine” he stopped spinning and left Jane in the floor.

“Thanks Lo” she said “now, if you don’t mind, I’m going home, see you tomorrow” she said and started to walk away.

11/28/2019 06:36 pm

Thanksgiving day, on a conversation days prior Jane had let slipped that she didn’t have anyone to spend it with, and now thre she was, at Logan’s front yard, debating with herself whether she rang the bell or she went back home alone, both Logan and Virgil spent thanksgiving with the other’s family, switching every year, and they had invited her, was she really that proud to just walk away and disappoint them?

Jane took a deep breath and walked forward a couple of steps, just to return to her previous spot shortly after, she was already here, she had taken the bus to Logan’s hometown and was literally in front of his house, why was this so hard?

She sighed and took her phone, facing to the street while she looked for Logan’s number, Jane called him and waited until he answered.

“Salutations” he said.

“Hey Lo, I’m sorry but... I don’t think I can make it to your place”

There was silence for a bit, but Jane could hear mumbles on the other side of the phone, she was about to speak again when Logan interrupted “Falsehood, you’ve been in the front yard for approximately 20 minutes, we can see you from the window” Jane looked back, noticing two figures behind the curtains “Why don’t you come in?” she turned back to face the street, trying to think on something to say.

“Honestly? I don’t know” she sighed “I guess it’s been so long since I actually was in a family, that I prefer stepping back before ruining it”

“Jane... but V wai-“ some movement could be heard on the other side.

Apparently Virgil took the phone away from Logan “Hey you listen, you are our guest, and do you know how rude it’s to keep us waiting?”

“Virgil I-“

“No, I don’t want any excuse, you’re going to talk to me about being anxious? I almost fainted the first time I came to this house, I know your mind it’s going trough every possible negative outcome, but I want you to ignore them, turn around and walk into the house with us, I promise, there’s nothing you can do that would make us hate you, not now, not tomorrow, and never, you are our friend, and you deserve to be surrounded by people who love you on this day as much as everyone else”

Jane didn’t even realized when the tears started leaving her eyes, she turned around to see bot Logan and Virgil waiting in the doorway “So? What do you say thumbelina?”

She snorted at the nickname and hung up the call, walking towards her friends, stopping just in front of them “Im in bigbird” and with that, Virgil pulled her and Logan into a group hug.

12/31/2019 11:35 pm

Thanksgiving with Logan’s moms had actually went excellent, but it still surprised Jane when they invited her to a family dinner once more, this time for Christmas with Virgil’s parents, and that had been delightful as well, Virgil’s dad was an awesome cook and she really enjoyed being part of a family once more.

Virgil and Logan used to spend New Year’s eve by themselves, but this year, Roman decided to throw a party on his parent’s house, nothing huge, only close and not so close friends, but since Roman was very popular, that would mean a ton of people were going, and somehow, Jane was in that list.

So there she was, out in the balcony staring at the night sky, an almost empty plastic cup on her hand, minutes way from starting 2020, and despite everything that happened the last few months, it seemed old habits died hard.

It has become a tradition since years now, to wish upon the stars at the edge of a year that came and went, as if that would actually grant what she asked for, she reached into her dress, taking out a golden chain that had a ring stuck on it and held it thigh on her fist.

“Hey babe, I know it’s probably not that close to the new year where you are but, you know I’ve been doing this for a while, hoping to actually see you again on this new year” she huffed, trying to keep the tears from falling “I like to think it will work someday, that someday will be together again, and no one will separate us this time, you would love it here, my male best friends are dating, and people like us are accepted, our community is very strong, and if you were here, we wouldn’t have to hide anymore, we both would be what we want to be, I know that’s more important to you than what it is for me... so,” she sniffed, looking down at her ring for a moment before returning her sight to the stars “I once again wish, and I once again hope, and I’ll keep that promise I made you years ago” she raised her cup towards the moon “for the new year my love” and she drank the last bit of punch that was on it.

“Aww, homesick?” A voice said from behind, Jane took her cup away and turned around, Patton, just great “Why don’t you do us all a favor and go back then?”

“Very funny Pat, both of us know that I’m dead the second I step back there, but I bet you would love that” Jane started to walk into the party again, just to be stopped by a tug on her necklace.

Patton took the ring between his fingers, recognizing some of the materials used on it “I thought you hadn’t been able to snuck anything out, but why risking something as valuable as this by taking it with you?”

That was the drop that spilled the glass, Jane turned to Patton and snatched her ring out of his grasp “None. Of. Your. Damn. Business.” She looked up at him, and if looks could kill, Patton would have been dead so long ago.

��Ow, did I touch a nerve?” He said smirking.

“Ow, sweet Patton-cake want’s to talk about nerves? Because I know some that I could make you remember if you want”

“Jane” a third voce interrupted, Jane looked back at the door of the balcony and saw Logan standing there “Virgil wanted to know where you were, you know he gets a bit anxious at parties”

“Right, sorry, I just needed some fresh air”

Logan looked at who was next to her “Oh, salutations Patton, I was not aware you were in this party”

“Me neither” said both Patton and Jane at the same time, they really had to stop doing that.

One guy was walking around the room interrupted them, telling everyone to go back inside to start with the countdown “I guess we better go” said Jane as she walked with Logan back to the party, ready to start the new year.

01/08/2020 10:37 am

Logan and Virgil were making out in the steps, Logan sitting on Virgil’s lap with his arms around his boyfriend’s neck, something that was not unusual, was what unexpected, was the voice that suddenly interrupted them “ew get a room loving birds”

They pulled apart to see Jane, they knew she wasn’t bothered by the signs of affection they gave to each other, but that didn’t stop her from teasing “You’re just jealous because you’re lonely” and it didn’t stop Virgil from teasing back either.

“Don’t be so sure about that” she said sitting next to them.

Logan raised an eyebrow and climbed down of Virgil’s lap “Are you implying you do have a couple?”

Jane’s eyes went wide, she hadn’t really thought about it before saying it “I-I didn’t say that”

“Oh J you’re terrible at lying” Virgil laid on the step he was sitting in with his stomach facing down, a smirk on his face “so the smurf is not forever alone as I thought”

Jane looked away and crossed her arms blushing “There’s a lot that you don’t know about me, thank you very much”

“Why didn’t you tell us before?” asked Logan.

“I just thought it wasn’t relevant”

“Well, you’re not going to get away that easily not that we know, tell us more about them”

She looked back to her friends, them knowing didn’t hurt right? She just had to disguise the truth once more, she sighted and finally spoke “Her, she uses she/her, and she’s the most beautiful girl in the entire universe” Jane smiled, not even noticing it.

“ooooooh” said Virgil, clearly teasing his friend “what’s her name?”

Jane thought for a moment, the translation would be “Phoebe, tho she doesn’t have a last name”

“How come?” Asked Logan.

“She’s an orphan and never got adopted, we met in boarding school while I was on an exchange in Europe, she basically lives there and, since I came back, I don’t actually get to see her”

Logan and Virgil turned to see each other once they saw Jane’s smile dropping “Is there any chance that the reason you didn’t want to talk about her, was because it hurts being apart?” Asked Logan.

“Maybe, I see you two being happy together, and it’s not your fault but, I just... miss her a lot everyday”

Virgil sat and got closer to his friend “I can’t say I know how it feels, I can’t even imagine living apart from Logan, but we’re here to help you, to support you” he curled his arm around her neck and pulled her close “no matter what”

Jane smiled up at him “thanks...m-my dad wasn’t supportive at all when I came out, and as soon as he found out I had a girlfriend, he got me out of that school and I moved out as soon as I arrived here, but I had no way enough money to go with her, so I just got here, as far as I could from him, hoping that we can be together again one day”

Logan sat on the opposite side next to Jane, putting a hand on her shoulder, not being very good with physical affection “you will”

Jane turned to smile to him “Thanks again, for listening”

“No prob Bob” said Virgil, getting a small laugh out of Jane’s lips

01/17/2020 11:15 am

“Alright alright, you win, vampires do exist” said Jane, she was laying down on one of the steps, their usual spot to eat, Virgil was laying two steps under her playing with a rubber ball and Logan was sitting in the step between them next to them typing on his laptop.

“Are you saying it just to shut me up?” Asked Virgil.

“We’ve been discussing for half an hour of course I said it to shut you up” she smirked feeling Virgil’s glare “but your points do make sense”

Virgil sighed, figuring that was the best he was going to get to “alright, your turn”

Jane hummed, thinking for a moment “Mermaids”

“No” said Virgil.

“What? Why not?” She asked eating a cookie

“I just don’t think they exist, it’s not logical”

“Actually” said Logan, not looking up from his laptop “Approximately 80% of the ocean is unexplored territory, so we can not discard te possibility of mythical or strange creatures living on them”

Jane swallowed the cookie she was eating “Thanks Logan, and for you” she turned to see Virgil “Ha”

“Logan explained, so this win goes to him, so don’t be so happy about it” he threw the ball up again, waiting to catch it once it fell “Lo, your turn”

Logan looked up from his work “I thought I was not participating in this conversation”

“C’mon, you made Jane win so easily, give me something to debate about”

Logan sighed “You two just like to argue, but fine, aliens”

Jane tried not to choke on her food “Definitely” said Virgil “What do you think pigmy?”

“I-“ she could end it just agreeing, but for some reason she said “No”

“What? Are you serious?” Virgil sat and looked at her “Is the exact same as with the mermaids, literally the whole galaxy is unexplored territory! You can’t tell me they don’t exist”

Jane sat too, but avoided Virgil’s gaze “It’s not the same, we know that there are creatures that can live underwater, but not if there are creatures that can survive in space” she looked at Logan who looked like he was about to say something “without any equipment” said Jane, Logan closed his mouth and continued working.

“Why are you suddenly so skeptical? aside from the vampires you had agreed that everything else existed”

Jane shrugged and crossed her arms “I just think it’s not possible, the Earth is the only habitable planet that we know about, and if there is another one it would be mals and mals away from here, there’s not way of knowing”

“Mals?” Asked both Logan and Virgil.

“Miles” Jane corrected “I meant miles”

The bell sounded, Jane grabbed the envelope of her cookies and her backpack before standing up “We better get to class”

Virgil groaned “Fine, but we’re not done yet!”

“Yeah, yeah, see ya later aligator” she said as she walked to her class

2:32 pm.

Virgil ran towards Jane and Logan’s lockers “Guys!” He said excited “Guess what I just heard” he leaned in the locker next to Jane’s.

“Now what?” She asked

“This people in my class were talking this thing that appeared on the woods behind the school, and it’s supposed to be an alien ship”

Logan sigher and closed his locker “V, I know we were talking about it earlier, but assuming there is such thing as an alien ship around is a complete different thing”

“Just hear this, remember the blackout of a couple of days ago” he continued once the others nodded “What do you think that caused it? And, they were saying that their phones started glitching once they got close to one specific point, all of hose things can’t be just coincidence”

“But we still can’t assume there is a supernatural force behind all of it”

“That’s why we’re going to investigate”

“Wait what?” Asked Jane, who had remained silent until this moment.

Virgil nodded excited “we’ll be the first ones to see a real life ovni! And it’ll be a great chance to prove miss skeptical here, that I was right”

“It would certainly be interesting to analyze the anomalies that are happening” said Logan, thinking for a moment “alright, I’ll go with you”

Virgil smiled and turned to Jane “and you? You are not scared of being wrong right?”

Jane sighed “I am not” she said closing her locker “but I have a ton of homework, I don’t think I’ll be able to make it”

“We can inform you of the results once we come back” said Logan.

“Please, and make sure to take a picture of Virge’s face once you find nothing”

Virgil huffed “you wish” he grabbed Logan’s hand and started walking away

Jane hurried walking to her home, if there was really a ship around she would have been the first to know, there was something fishy about this, she didn’t know what, but it wasn’t good.

?/?/2020 ??:??

Based on how the small creatures worked, it has been another day since they realized Virgil was shrinking, the creatures mostly worked on their devices, and checked on Logan and Virgil from time to time, measuring Virgil’s height and using the small drone to inspect Logan.

By this time, Virgil was almost the hight of a kid, barely being eye level with his boyfriend’s waist, being closer to his hip, his shirt was like a dress for him now and his boots, socks and pants were forgotten on a corner of his enclosure.

Logan’s ears became longer and pointer, being identical to the creature’s ears, they made him take his shirt off at some point and he noticed some weird dark blue markings forming on his back and arms, but those were all his changes so far.

The lights of the room turned of, indicating the little people would soon leave them alone, the door closed once the were outside, Logan wondering once again why was the door almost six feet tall if they barely were one foot in height, not only that, but most of the devices that weren’t movil were very high up, he just let it aside as always and sat next to the clear wall that separated him from Virgil, their conversation being the usual, were they going to be able to get out someday?

After some time, they were both falling asleep when the door opened, a large figure, or at least large for what they were used to at this point but in reality was no bigger than five feet, got inside of the room with a flashlight in hand.

It had the same features as the small creatures, the ears, the antena, and even the mask, but it had splatters of different colors instead of being plain white, they looked at the couple for some seconds, the light starting to become annoying, but before any of them could speak, they turned to the different devices of the room, working rather quick, as if they were doing it as a secret.

Logan looked at Virgil, who seemed just as confused as him, he stood up and walked as close as he could, resting his hands on the glass “uh, hello? Who might you be?” Silence, no answer “could you answer some of our questions?” Again, silence, it seemed it was ignoring him “are you actually going to-“

A beep noise interrupted him, and he almost lost his balance, the wall in front of him had disappeared, he looked back, noticing the wall in front of Virgil’s enclosure was gone too, he didn’t think it twice and ran inside, kneeling and hugging his boyfriend tightly, who was now standing up and hugged back.

The creature grabbed Logan’s arms and pulled him, not really getting to move him, Logan pulled his arm away “What are you-“ they made a silence sign and then pointed at the open door.

“Call me crazy Lo, but I think they’re trying to help us” said Virgil.

Logan looked between the creature and the door “‘fine, we’ll come with you, lead the way” they nodded and started to walk out, Logan stood up and grabbed Virgil’s hand, and they both followed.

01/17/2020 5:27 pm

Nothing, Jane had been trying to find more about this ship that landed on Earth since she arrived from school with no result, she had been able to check that there actually was a ship in he first place, but it was blocked, there was no way to get into the system, a text message got her out of her thoughts, she grabbed her phone and opened her conversation with Virgil.

Tall ass 👿: we’re gonna get going to te woods, prepare to be ashamed when we find something.

🐭 Midget: ha! We’ll see about that

Jane left her phone aside, there wasn’t much she could do now that Logan and Virgil were going to be there, she just hoped nothing went wrong.

?/?/2020 ??:??

They followed the creature to what seemed like infinite halls, stopping from time to time to check there wasn’t anyone else around, they stopped suddenly and Logan noticed his boyfriend’s heavy breathing, he turned around and looked down at him “Are you alright Virge?” He whispered.

“I... I’m fine Lo, it’s just... it’s just hard to keep up since my legs are sh-shorter now”

Logan frowned and kneeled to be under Virgil’s eye level “You are clearly not fine starlight, I could carry you if you’re tired”

Virgil shook his head “I don’t want... you to carry me, I-I can do this”

“You are and I know it” he rubbed his back slowly “that’s why I apologize for doing this” in a quick movement, Logan grabbed Virgil and picked him up, carrying him like a child.

“Logan, put me down” he would have screamed at his boyfriend, but they couldn’t make that much noise.

“V, you said it yourself, you are slower now and leaving you to follow could be dangerous, what if someone sees you? This is an easier and quicker way to get out”

Virgil pouted and leaned on Logan’s chest “fine but you better let me down once we’re out”

Logan smirked “no promises”, the creature they were following made a sign and they moved once more, Virgil won’t admit it, but being in Logan’s arms was kind of nice.

01/17/2020 6:00 pm

“Virgil we’ve been walking for a long time, I hate to break it to you, nut it seems there’s nothing around” said Logan, following his boyfriends as they walked deeper into the woods.

“It has just been half an hour or so, we just have to keep going until we find something”

Logan rolled his eyes, they kept walking for ten minutes or so when the atmosphere changed abruptly, it became colder and almost tense, Virgil turned to see Logan, assuming he had feel it too because of his face, he got his phone out and tried to unlock it, but the screen started to glitch, turning on and off and changing without him touching it “ha! I told you thee was something, c’mon we must be close”

Virgil hurried his steps and Logan was trying to keep up, the vegetation around them became more and more dense as they walked, almost being hard to pass trough it, Virgil stopped, startling Logan, he raised an eyebrow and walked past him, stopping and watching in awe the construction in front of them.

A white half egg shaped construction with blue, purple, silver and golden details laid in front of them, it seemed like the other half was buried in the ground.

“I told you, you can’t tell me that’s not an alien ship” said Virgil.

“We can not jump into conclusions yet”

“Fine, I’ll prove it” he crouched down and started walking towards it.

“W-Wait no, Virgil come back” Logan groaned when his words were ignored and walked behind him.

?/?/2020 ??:??

A big silver door stood before them, the creature they were following stopped and Virgil and Logan saw as their antena started to shine, after some seconds the door opened and they offered they hand to Logan, after some hesitation he took it and they started running.

Virgil held Logan’s shirt as they ran away from the ship, his eyes were closed but he decided to open them, try to see where the creature was taking them, he looked at them, but instead of focusing on the forest, Virgil turned his attention to they arm, their wrist and what was tied around it to be exact, a dark blue and purple bracelet, Virgil looked around his neck and grabbed his bracelet, that was now tied around his neck do to his shrinking, not long ago Jane made friendship bracelets for the three of them, Virgil’s was pink and blue, Logan’s was purple and pink and Jane’s was blue and purple, and identical to the one the creature had.

Confused, Virgil tugged his boyfriend’s shirt getting their attention, Logan looked down at him “Is there something wrong?”

“Look at their bracelet” he said pointing to it.

Logan listened, noticing the similarity too and stopping, making the creature to stop along them, he pulled their wrist closer and took the bracelet between his fingers “How do you have this?” He asked, they pulled their arm away without answering and made a sign for them to keep walking, Logan shook his head “no, we are not going to go with you, sure you helped us escape, but you are one of them aren’t you? how are we supposed to trust you when you are not telling us anything or answering our questions? Why did you help us? Where are you taking us? How and why do you have our friend’s bracelet?”

There was silence for a moment until they sighed “promise not to freak out?”

“I don’t know if we could since those are the first words you say to us” said Virgil.

Logan looked down at him for a moment before looking back at the creature “If you’ll explain everything, we wont”

They hesitated for a moment “alright” they raised their hand towards their mask, some markings appeared on it, glowing in pink for a second, they grabbed it taking it off, revealing a way too familiar face, Jane.

Both humans were shocked, Logan took a step back without really thinking it as he looked at her, the same girl who they’ve been spending time with, talking with, laughing with stood there, but he could not stop looking at the parts of her body that related their friend with those aliens who kidnapped them, that showed Jane wasn’t human “y-you...”

“Listen Lo I-I understand this is hard to take in bu-“

“You’re one of them” said Virgil.

Jane looked away “I am” she looked back at the couple “but I have nothing to do with them anymore I swear, I didn’t know they were coming to Earth and I had no idea what they were doing to you two”

Logan took a step forward after hesitating “you... you have no intention of hurting us correct?”

“No! I-I would never, you’re my friends, and I promise I will explain everything, but we have to get to a safer place first”

Virgil and Logan looked at each other “we want all the truth” said Virgil.

Jane nodded “And I will give it to you, but you need to trust me, and come with me” she extender her hand for Logan to take it.

Logan looked between Jane and her hand “Just lead the way”

She lowered her hand but nodded, turned around and began walking, glancing back from time to time to make sure they were following, the next hours were not going to be any easy.

[maergheritas-moved]

S L A Y E R S, a novel by margarita p. g.

CHAPTER 00 - OLIVER

For being under Marco’s wing for a few weeks now, Oliver still hasn’t managed to master “the art of repair” even a little bit. He’s realized, instead, that he really isn’t good at this, that his nimble hands that once, in his younger years, served him for pickpocketing, for dumbkres with his mates, don’t work for handing tiny bot parts. It sucks, really… Marco thought Oliver would be of some use. And Oliver did, too. A part of him, a small part, maybe hoped that this stay would be permanent. 

But, like all things in his life, it soon proved to be nothing but momentary. He realized this on a burning hot summer morning, when the sun was high and the sulfur in the air even higher. He was only getting used to the life in Bajo then, trying to find a place amongst the renegades and runaways, and the many generations and cultural legacies found within the ancient walls of his new tiny town. The locals knew him as escurridizo, a nod to his late night appearances literally anywhere in town… he had the ability to slip out of where he was and be somewhere else in what looked like seconds. Lightning speed. Faster than a teleporter. Some people even thought he was one. He very much was not. That much he knew. 

Oliver woke up late that June morning, to the high-pitched whirring of centuries-old engines. He had hoped to get some rest after his rendezvous with Rory last night. But, as the heroes in video games would say, duty called. So, he got himself out of bed, put his sandals on, helped himself to burnt toast and already cold coffee, and headed to the taller. 

There lay Marco, working on his new project: the restoration of a humanoid bot found by some archeologists a couple of miles from here. It was clearly a very, very old model, and Marco had been promised a very large sum of money if he restored it back to working condition. Maybe the archeologists were planning to take it to a museum or a college or something like that, Oliver thought. 

It was very large, probably over three meters tall, and had a masculine shape. To Oliver, it looked like the military droids he saw on films. 

The military humanoid death machine thing lay with its stomach part open on the table, and by the smell of coltan in the air, Oliver knew Marco was dealing with the motherboard. It was definitely from the 22nd century, maybe early, when they still put moderboards on the torso and not the head. Marco had his microglasses on, and was very intently working on opening something really really small. There was soft jazz music playing somewhere, which, mixed with the birds chirping and the sound of schoolboys close, painted a picture in Oliver’s head that resembled a time when everyone was still together and life was easy. He let the memory wrap him under. 

An order from Marco pulls him back to reality. “Hey, nene,” he says, not even a hello beforehand, “can you check this wiring for me please?”

Without a word, Oliver walked over to the table, where the chemical smell is almost uncomfortable, and looked at the tangle of loose wires on the open motherboard. They were color coded, thank god. To Oliver, non-colored coded wires were the reason God left the Earth. Marcus and him always took hours to set them right. Almost instantly, he got a vague idea of how the circuits should go. They were like magnets, and he could feel where one ended and the other began, the many channels of energy running through the bot’s body, like blood rushing down veins. He had an instinct for this sort of things, a sixth sense, and it was hardly ever wrong. Oliver knew this wasn’t exactly normal, he knew it since he was a kid and could feel the many forces coming onto him way more than other people could, but he was not a might. Or at least, not a bolter (he’d already tried; sparks never came out of his palms). Whatever he was, he never gave it much thought. It would not do him good, especially not in this country.

Trusting his weird instinct, Oliver got to work, ordering Marco what went where, offering clear directions and vague explanations. Marco didn’t mind. To him, this boy was some sort of wizard, and not the “evil” kind. He did the work because he knew how to. If Oliver did it himself, he might as well cause a short circuit so strong it left the whole town with no power for a few hours. Oliver never understood why things like this seemed to happen, he guessed the wires just hated him. 

Thus, they fell into a steady rhythm of work, sorting circuits out, monotone actions, with problems coming up as they went along, which they solved together. Oliver and Marco were a good team in that sense, Marco’s vast knowledge mixing with Oliver’s knack for improvisation to come up with increasingly creative solutions. These came naturally to Oliver. No one had ever given him a book on how to life, so everything he’d learned, he learned it by doing. By figuring things out, just like they were at that moment. Maybe he could be of use there, he thought. The idea of having a place to stay, even if he didn’t realize it then, gave him comfort. 

Time passed quickly when you were at work, and soon it was time for lunch. Marco called a break, and Oliver lifted his head from the wiring of the bot’s eyes that he was attempting to figure out. 

“Hungry?” Marco asked. Oliver nodded. He was, indeed, starving, and had been for a while, but with the task in front of him, it had been a second thought in his mind. 

“Alright, then, uhhhh” Marco thought out loud. “Mara won’t be home until tonight, and there’s nothing from last night”. 

Bummer, Oliver thought. Would they have something to it until Mara came back? There were days like this, when Aymara, Marco’s wife, was out working twelve hours at the rest stop outside of town. They had to do with whatever leftover there was from breakfast. 

“So, we’re eating crackers, then?” Oliver asked, defeated. 

Marco’s eye brightened up, his torso straightening up a little. “Actually, I think there’s some money in my bedroom. Go get yourself a mixto or whatnot, kid.”

Oliver practically springed to his feet and rushed to Marco’s bedroom. Indeed, there was money in his dresser, enough to buy two mixtos and maybe a sugary. With that, Oliver rushed out of the house and into the secluded Clovel Street. 

The sun burned his skin, and he definitely should not have been out in this weather, but he was hungry and Lala’s tiny shop in the corner was open. There were a few neighbors having tartitas, who said hi to him. He went up to Arpy, the AI assistant, and ordered two mixtos, one for Marco and one for him. They would be ready in ten. 

Oliver sat on the counter, watching Arpy put the mixtos in the toaster, and looked out the door, where there was a small stray dog trying to catch a fly. That was when he saw him. 

His stare froze Oliver’s blood, made him paralyze all over. There was something about it…. something stomach-turning, revolting, repulsive, wrong. Like the man had crossed all of Oliver’s boundaries. It felt like a violation, but Oliver didn’t know of what. Or even how. 

He wanted to run away. As far as his legs allowed him. That’s what his mind told him to do, that the man was a predator just like the MIMIC or the police. But his body told him otherwise. His body told him to stay; he felt a pull to the man like those of his wires, he did not care what fate met him there, what the man might bring him, he just had to go. It was impertinent, urgent. Now. 

Yet, he stayed seated, watching his mixtos slowly get browner and cheesier, focusing on repelling that driving instinct within him, that… whatever he was doing to him. Sweat rolled down his brow and the people of the shop were completely unfazed or perhaps even unaware of whatever was going on between him and the man down the street, what strange energetic transaction was taking place Because it felt like that. It felt like electrons pushing down orbitals and moving, shifting, mixing, reacting, exploding. He felt like that: like a nuclear bomb that would go off if the man didn’t do anything about it first. He tried breathing. He tried focusing on anything else, on the smell of the food or the sound of cheese burning or the conversations taking place behind him. Nothing worked. 

When his mixtos were ready, he grabbed them and rushed outside, without even saying goodbye. Without thinking, he crossed the street, to the man. It felt eternal. And the man’s eyes…. they followed him. Wide and large and dark, open, focused… they felt, to Oliver, that they were feeding on his energy. 

Oliver let out a shaky breath when he got to him. He was at least a head taller than Oliver, could crash him in a split second, and very, very dark. His demeanor was unexpectedly calm. His eyes loosened for a bit, and Oliver was terrified for a half second. Then, his large hand wrapped over Oliver’s frail arm, and he hitched a breath in fear. He could not form words. The energy-sucking man started walking him down the street in double time. How is no one seeing this? Oliver thought. 

He wanted to ask so many things, who are you, where are you taking me, leave me alone, I have to get back home, but he couldn’t. If he did, what would this guy do to him? He was scary, villain-level scary. So, Oliver just went along. He got thrown into the back of a white transport. There was a brunette woman on the shotgun seat. Her eyes looked even more threatening than the man’s. 

They were kidnapping him. God, they were going to throw im on the sea or on a deep pit and let him die there. Immediately, Oliver started thinking up escape plans. He could still run. The didn’t bind his hands with anything. Dumbasses. 

The man got in the car. The woman was clutching her head, as if she had a migraine. They were discussing something, Oliver realized. But they were not talking. They were doing it through looks. Can she communicate with him in some sort of eye language? Or is it telepathy?

After a while, they both settled down and looked at him. Oliver was going to run. But he also couldn’t. Something kept him from running and this time it wasn’t any of their looks. 

“Sorry about that” the man said, “it’s pretty terrifying, i know, trust me” 

What the hell? Oliver thought. He was apologizing to him?

“I’m Drake, by the way” he said, with a smirk and friendly eyes. Oliver wanted to vomit. 

“And I’m Alyx” the woman said. Her eyes were warm and heavy-lidded, and Oliver had a feeling he should stay as far from her as she could. 

There was a beat of silence. “Who… Who are you and what… why…?” Oliver tried to speak, tried to form questions, but he didn’t know where to start. 

“Um, in short, kid,” Drake said, shifting in his seat. He opened his mouth, closed it again. “Okay, so: We are from the Cali Might Army. I’m Lieutenant Colonel Drake Emerson and she’s Officer Alyx Warren. That’s the important thing”.

Oliver gaped in awe at them. They were the Might Army. He had never met them, no one has, but he has certainly heard of them; in late night horror stories and headlines detailing tragedies. People spoke of them as violent, relentless insurgents who would abuse of their monstrous abilities to overtake the country. They almost seemed too powerful to be real. They couldn’t be real. This couldn’t be real. Is it a prank? 

Alyx looked at Drake. “He’s very confused, he’s saying… it’s a prank or something, um…”

Oliver panicked. Immediately he tried to open the door, tried to break the window, anything to get away from this… woman. She was reading his thoughts! Has she always been doing that? He didn’t even feel it, she just walked into his mind without even asking for permission. 

Drake reacted immediately, moving to pin him down, stop him. Oliver was on fire, his legs kicking to get away, powerless against Drake’s weight, screaming and panting and crying, he only now realized he was crying. 

“Oliver!” Alyx yelled. “Oliver. Please. Please calm down, I don’t want to calm you down, please don’t make me calm you down.” She was as panicked as he was. Oliver just failed to form curses at her and kept kicking. He was not going to calm down. He was going to get away, these people couldn’t mean well. He had to get back to Marco, to the work, have lunch. 

But he would never get there. 

With Drake Emerson pinning him down and Alyx  Warren in his mind, plus the thousand questions that grew by the second, he would never get there. Ever. 

After a while, Oliver sat in the car seat, unmoving and breathing heavily, powerless. Alyx and Drake were in their seats, panting. Alyx let out a curse. 

“Listen,” Drake said, softly, calm, “we won’t hurt you. Really.”

You already have, Oliver thought. “Then… why are you doing this? Why are you taking me?” he asked over shaky breaths.

“Because,” Alyx  started, voice trembling, “You have a very strange ability that no one has ever had before, and you might really, really, be of help for us.”

Oliver wasn’t sure he was breathing anymore. 

Alyx continued. “So, you’re coming with us, because, if you don’t, then someone else will take you, and you won’t be safe and neither will the world.”

TAGLIST (ask to be added/removed!): @andromdae @rapunzelles @herondalelucies @posideon @mayaeri @vicisse @pnstaudt @themillionthdraft @ditzysworld @vandorens @partheneos   

[incorrect-marauders]

THE OWLS ARE IN! IT’S TIME FOR THE SURVEY RESULTS!

So, as many of our followers are probably aware, we recently did a survey to get a feel of what people thought of our blog. We got a total of 57 results and we are grateful to each and every one of you for taking the time to let us know your thoughts. Now, we’re here to share the general consensus of what people thought and how we will accommodate these opinions.

We’ll definitely have some changes to the blog, so read on to see what those changes are!

Before we begin, we have a few things to briefly mention.

The results are pretty scattered. We didn’t want to restrict anyone, so most were free response or included “Other”. In hindsight, there were a few questions that could have easily been multiple choice without really restricting anyone. (Side eyes the first question.) Therefore, most of these will just summarize the results we got. Occasionally drop the graph for the multiple choice questions.

Because of the large amount of responses we got, not every answer will be listed here. We highlighted the things that were either most commonly mentioned or had us thinking the most.

If anyone would like to see the full results for some reason (par the names, to keep anonymity), feel free to email us at incorrectmarauders.tumblr@gmail.com and we’ll send it over!

And yes, we are making changes to accommodate these results! That’s what this survey was all about!

We’ll be opening applications for new mods within the next couple days as well.

We’ll have a tiny hiatus as all of this is going on.

Now, we begin...

How long have you been following incorrect-marauders?

The most popular answer seemed to be around 2 months or 10 months. A lot of people filling out this survey seemed to either be relatively new or here since the beginning. Kudos to you incorrect-marauders veterans, and welcome newer followers!

How did you find incorrect-marauders?

Somewhat as we expected. Keep reblogging us, lovely people!

What do you love MOST about incorrect-marauders?

"It's funny.” (x50)

No really, we got 50 variations of “It’s funny,” “It’s hilarious,” “The humour,” “The funny text posts.”

Thanks, we appreciate it!

“How weirdly in character the quotes always are.”

(Similar variations include, “How actually accurate your post are,” “That not every post is as funny, imho, but that they do keep true to the characters,” “How much they fit the characters.”)

“They offer new content to the Marauders 'franchise' as it were because some stuff within the fandom is constantly being reused.”

“How correct it actually is if Joanne made it canon.”

“McGonagall with the marauders and that the sources are listed.”

“Accurate representation, variety of ships and relationships, isnt toxic.”

“Very funny and can be great art/writing prompts.”

“The taste.”

“EVERYTHING.”

These are all very nice, thank you all. Glad we hit where we were aiming.

What do you love LEAST about incorrect-marauders?

The most common response was, “Nothing,” or a variation thereof, but that’s no fun for this question, so here are some of the legitimate criticisms we received!

“Quote sources, I think, occasionally aren't there.”

Our original quotes often don’t have sources. But if there’s one where a mod forgot to credit a source, please just message us and one of the admins will fix that!

“There isn't a particularly nice aesthetic to the blog, e.g. a matching layout and profile picture or quote.”

Yeah, we’re working to fix that. I like pretty blogs too.

“Could be updated a little more.”

(”Not much posting in my opinion,” “Long time between posts.”)

Strangely enough, we got this a few times but our later poll about how often to post were contradicting this. So, unfortunately, we will not be adjusting this.

“I mean I would say that Peter is on it, but can’t really get rid of him...”

(Got a few of these, like, ”Peter being seen as a good person.”)

Sorry!

“Some are a bit too small.”

“I don’t like the long quotes.”

Well, then.

“Seeing my #notp but that isnt rly a minus?? Its called diversity so im not gonna hate or anything.”

Thank you for appreciating the diversity. We get occasional hate over it, but we also get hate over not posting some of the other ships. I suppose that’s what happens when you have lots of different followers of different opinions.

“If I send you a text post you credit the source in # but i'd like you to include a link to my tumblr in the post itself so people would actually find my tumblr. I doent send you text posts anymore, cause it doesn't really profit me and it feels like you get credit for my work.”

We’re sorry you feel that way. We always put it in the tags, just in front of the source. We are more of a mod-based blog rather than a submission-based blog. Anyone is welcome to submit, but about 98% of our posts are created by our mods.

“Sometimes I feel like the wrong characters were chosen or not well thought out.”

We can assure you our mods put a lot of thought into what characters to use, but you are welcome to message us with your own suggestion! (But please note that we are a Marauders blog; we got a few comments about how we don’t post enough Hinny or Romione, but that’s not what our blog is about.)

What makes incorrect-marauders stand out?

Once again, we got a lot about how funny we are, so we’ll skip over those and highlight the more unique answers!

"They don't use things from other people without credit.”

“The love and attention put in to everything.”

“Don't think there are any other blogs about marauders in this style.”

(We got this a few times. ”Like the type of blog and incorrect-marauders was the first one Harry potter themed I found,” also, “Its really funny and pretty much the only blog that just does this kind of post and i LOVE it.” But alternatively... “There are a lot of textpost blogs like it, but it is one of the only ones that I have found that consistently keeps characters in character in the posts and appeals to my sense of humor.”)

“I feel the quotes are in character and from multiple sources which Is cool.“

“How open it is.”

“The continuous content.”

“The posts arent so often that my dash is spammed like other blogs of the same nature.”

“Not sure but I like you.”

Not much to comment on these except we’re happy to see people think this about us!

How satisfied are you with the blog and the posts, in all?

So, you’re telling me, we opened a public, anonymous survey and not a single hater filled it out? Am I impressed or disappointed?

Please explain your response to the previous question.

“I just love the whole blog.”

“It's not my favourite blog ever ever which is why it's not a 10 but i still love it.”

“You guys are just so awesome! But it'd also be cool to have a little, meet the creator(s).”

“Its good but I don't have or want notifications on.”

“It’s the #qualitycontent i signed up for.”

"Always room for improvement, and also there's no 9 3/4 option.”

Awesome! We definitely agree that we can always improve, which is what this survey is for!

How often should we post?

We got a lot of variety here. Some say once a day (which is how often we currently post) was ideal. Others put stuff like...

“I wouldnt mind my entire blog just being filled with your posts.”

While Once A Day is the most voted for, the rest of the options put together, which we’ll name Two or More Times a Day, do win overall. Since we have one new post followed by a reblog, we’ll compromise by posting two times a day, but with one new post a day (the second being a reblog).

In UTC, what times do you prefer us posting?

As expected, not many people cared. But two people felt very strongly and voted for 12am, 1am, and 6pm UTC. So, we’ll consider that.

What characters, relationships, universes, etc. would you like to see more represented in our posts?

We got a lot of responses here, primarily being more Wolfstar, Jily, and BFFs James and Sirius. We also got a lot saying we should post about Hinny, Romione, next gen, FBAWTFT, etc. in which I remind you that this is a Marauders blog.

We also got the hilarious response that said we should maybe post about the “merauders”. Well, we can certainly promise you that.

We also got a lot of people saying more McGonagall. That’s something we can definitely do.

Would you like to see more original quotes from us?

For the longest time, the option 50/50 was at exactly 50%. Kind of disappointed that is no longer, but the 25% option is at 25%, so that’s something. Anyway, we’ll aim for 50/50.

What else would you like to see us post?

This was one of the results that will make the biggest change to the blog. People seem to really love these ideas. So expect...

Marauder Mondays! Every Monday we’ll have Marauder Monday, where we’ll answer asks, reblog posts, and have a party! Probably when we’ll post the “extra” posts, like our GIFs, graphics, aesthetics, videos, etc.

How would you feel if we did sponsored posts?

Combined, it seems like ~75% of those who took the survey are good with sponsored posts.

These results honestly surprised us. We’ve gotten a lot of offers of sponsorships in the past but have always denied them because we didn’t know how our followers would feel. We probably won’t do this in the near future, but it’s an option.

What kind of projects would you like to see us host?

We got so many people suggesting merch. Shirts, stickers, pins, other merch... So we’ll keep that in mind! We’d love some Marauders shirts ourselves.

“Projects that other blogs can get involved with to help other accounts grow.”

Noted!

“An art challenge maybe? like, 30 day challenge where you have to draw them as characters from movies/tv shows? like, friends, clueless, avengers, dc characters etc.“

Definitely interesting. Art challenges would be a lot of fun. Hopefully there’s an interest for this!

Which of our other accounts do you follow/would like to follow?

We’ll look into bringing on people to regularly post on other sites.

What device do you use to browse our blog most often (whether through Tumblr or our site)?

Why are we bothering with a redesign again? Oh, right. Personal vain.

How often do you visit the blogsite?

Those numbers are higher than expected...

What kind of things would you like to find on our blogsite?

“Character aesthetics.”

“Fanfiction links.”

“Marauders fan art would be cool.“

We’ll be working on this! Thank you for the suggestions!

More meet the creator(s) (if not comfortable with should, maybe just telling a funny story)

We got a lot of people saying they’d like to know more about us. We are anonymous, but this particular comment had us thinking. We’ll be implementing something in the near future. We will still remain anonymous, but we will have “blog identifies”, I suppose you could say. More info to come!

Other than show, character, and ship lists, what would you like to see in our navigation?

We didn’t get many new suggestions for this, except for fanart, aesthetics, etc. which we will add as more people join the blog!

Do you have any additional suggestions for us?

"Maybe find a blog that could do fan art, but only if you’re comfortable with it. Also, you’re blog is already so amazing, and any redesign would just make it more awesome!!! Don’t let anyone get you down espically if some one puts something negative on the survey because it is so so great already.”

We got no negative feedback (just constructive criticism), but thank you for your concern!

“um. keep doing this. i like it. it helps fill the gaping void in my soul“

Mood.

“Thanks for making the survey, caring about our feedback, and being awesome overall :)”

Of course! This is not just our blog, this is the Marauders fandom blog. Your feedback means everything to us and we hope you will like the changes we’ll make in response to it.

And that covers all of it! Cookies to anyone who read all of that! Keep an eye out for those new mod applications if you’re interested in joining our team!

We’ll be taking a tiny little hiatus as we’re figuring some stuff out.

[thedistantstorm]

A Gentle Truth [3/3]

A Ghost finds his Guardian in the ruins of Tokyo. She asks him for a name. He agrees, but only if she grants him one in return.

Previously: One | Two

They come across a scavenger in the ruins on her sixth day. He's a burly man who makes a lot of noise and seems to enjoy shooting Fallen who happen upon him.

Something about him frightens her, frightens his Guardian. Perhaps it's the scars on his arms, or the obvious weapons at his sides, or the love of chaotic violence. "We can go around," The nameless Ghost tells her. "He won't be able to see us. He doesn't have a display like the one we share, to tell him of enemies nearby."

Even still, one scavenger usually means there are others - they come in groups, Ghost says. She keeps to the shadows, moving stealthily between the skeletal buildings that tower above her, their frames built to withstand earthquakes. Something about it bothers her, makes her expressly sad, for reasons she does not understand. 

Something in her recognizes this place, even if she's only perturbed by seeing an Awoken face rather than a human staring back at her in dingy mirrors. She is interesting, his Guardian is. He's found himself wondering about her more and more while she sleeps. Why was she returning here? Did she feel the pull in her previous life, too? It intrigued him to no end.

They're blocks away when they hear the sound of more fighting. She has no weapons, nothing in their search has been worth carrying around in the day, and fists will not defeat a gun. Not for a new Guardian, at least. She might get a punch in, but her enemy would empty a clip in her belly for it. And with her Light so new - warm and bright, but untempered - she hardly stood a chance if it came to an altercation, Ghost thought. He had yet to see her demonstrate the knowledge of fighting most Guardians seemed to intrinsically grasp.

He sticks close to her. She likes the comfort of him in sight, the way he uses himself like a beacon for her to orbit about. She does not understand that it's entirely the opposite.

They dip into the remains of an old shopping center. It's mostly open and overgrown, the glass ceiling shattered across the dirty tiles. "They're following us, aren't they?" She whispers, in accented common.

He bobs, dimming his singular eye. "They must be tracking us, to see what we find. You're stronger than them."

She gives him a comical look, sceptic.

"You'll understand eventually," He hums. "Let's try and wait them out."

It doesn't help, though. They hide beneath rubble, carefully peering over counters and cracks in the flimsy walls. One of the scavengers throws off the collapsed beam and flaking drywall she's hiding under and motions with a crook of his fingers. "Come out, come out, little Lightbearer." 

Over his shoulder, he calls something out in a strange language she doesn't understand. She rises and her Ghost phases away. Three more men come into the dilapidated store. 

The large, loud man from before steps past all of them, grabbing her by the chin. "Well she looks like a newborn, do'dn't she?" He laughs, sneering. "Where's your Ghost, love? Ain't 'e tell ya how the world works?"

"Leave him out of it," She snarls back. One of them grabs her by the hair, their other hand falling to her shoulder, wrenching it back. The leader of their group releases her chin to smack her across the face.

Ghost appears beside her then, shell spinning furiously. "Release my Guardian!" He hollers. "She's not taking anything you're after."

They group laughs. "We know tha', Li'tl Light," He jeers. "We ain't after her at all," He explains. "It's just the easiest way to do this-"

The voltage of arc energy makes Ghost scream in endless agony until his tiny eye shuts and he falls to the ground with a metallic clunk. The two men - one holding a generator or fuel cell of some sort, the other holding a bit of exposed wiring, laugh, excited.

"Got 'em, boss! Bet you-know-who will be really pleased."

"You know he will, you little shits," Comes the gleeful reply. "As for you," He tells the girl, "I can tell you ain't fixin' ta fight and that suits us just fine. Who knows, maybe you'll find a new one someday."

"Give him back," She commands as they take turns tumbling her dazed companion end over end, studying him.

"Sweetheart, I don' think you quite understand." He pulls a knife from his belt. "You're not in'na position to be makin' the calls 'round here."

"Let us go," She tries again, flailing about, trying to get free. Her voice is earnest. "Please."

He just laughs and the scavenger with his hand tangled in her hair yanks to illustrate how useless her struggling is. No matter how she claws at his gauntletted hands, he does not budge.

"If the bot wakes, crank up the juice 'n hit 'em again," The leader instructs his men, turned towards them. "They're flighty little things." He scoffs. "Now. As for you-"

There's a crack and a howl as the woman's foot all but goes through that of the man holding her. His steel-toed boot is crushed, caved in. There's a lingering warmth, the smell of wood fire in the air. The Guardian growls. "Remove hands and I release foot."

The man holding onto her is helpless but to comply, gripping his broken foot with a guttural cry when she steps forward and off of it.

"Tell your men. Release Ghost, or I not be kind," She tells him, and the cherubic visage is gone, replaced by flaring nostrils and narrowed diamond eyes.

"Without him, yer the same as me," He says, waving his knife. "Except I have a-"

It feels like she blinks fire as the two men to her right drop her Ghost to the ground and hit him with more amps of arc. She plucks the blade from the man's hands - wrapping her hand around the sharp end - and casts it aside. If the bite of the steel into her palm, the blood marring her fingers bothers her, she gives no indication.

"Get away from him," She says heatedly. "Now."

"Don't listen to her," The man before her says, drawing a gun from his belt. "She ain't gonna do no harm. She’s just a babe.” His laugh is overwhelming. “She let me draw this,” He waves it at her, yellowed teeth twisted in a smart smile. “How ‘bout you back off and I promise we won’t hurt your li’tl buddy no more.”

“You’re lying,” She tells him, accent thick. “I not believe you.”

“You’re good. Really good. I was gonna let you think it’d be that way, get out of ear shot before we plugged ‘em up with so’more juice. But yer startin’ to piss me off,” He growls. “So I’m startin’ to think I should shoot you.”

“You not shoot me.”

“No?”

She looks at the canon in his hands, eyes darting from it and back to his own.

“Oh, you think yer gonna get this one from me?”

She narrows her gaze.

“Oh, that’s a horrible idea.” He levels his gun at her tiny, knocked out companion. “I’m liable to shoot ‘im instead.”

With untraceable speed, she headbutts the scavenger, slipping around him not a second after and twisting the arm with the gun behind his back until he whines and releases his grip on it. She thumbs the safety off and points it at the other two, who jump at the insinuation. “Not want to hurt,” She tells them, voice soft. Serious. “But I will.”

“Let him go,” They nod to their bloodied leader.

Sternly, she instructs, “Away from Ghost. Take men.”

They do as they’re told, walking widely around her to get their comrades. It almost goes off without a hitch. Almost.

But then the man she’d headbutted pulls the gun from his subordinate’s holster and fires at her when she releases his twisted arm. 

Fight or flight instincts kick in. It’s as though she’s watching in slow motion as he pulls the weapon and discharges it at her. She moves in time and the bullet bursts through her shoulder, rather than her chest. Her face twists in pain and she pulls the man back by his arm, breaking it cleanly. When he moves to speak, she smacks him with his own gun. The force dislocates his jaw and sends him tumbling to the ground. She clenches her fists. They feel hot.

"Go," She tells them, dripping blood all over herself as she rushes to cradle her Ghost. "I won't tell again. No more kindness."

“You’ll pay,” They tell her, even as they tremble and shake. “People will find out about what you’ve done. Powerful people. Other Risen. You’ll pay.”

“No,” She looks up through stringy black-grey hair, eyes hard. She rises, watching them. “Do good, be good. No harm others. Ghost or Human.”

“I don’t know what kind of world you think you’ve woken up into, Risen,” The one with the injured foot tells her. “That isn’t how this is.”

She tilts her head to the side, considering silently. When she speaks, something has changed. “I think that’s the world we should be,” She answers, in a smooth, unwavering bell-chime tone. She doesn’t notice the sliver of cyan light from the flickering optic of the Ghost in her arms, but she clutches the shell close to her chest when he twitches mildly. “The world we should make it.”

She goes unanswered. They limp away to the Northwest. She heads to the South.

-/

When he wakes, the sun is setting, and they are walking through buildings, toward the narrow sea that separates the island from the mainland. She moves slowly, but she does not seem to be nearly as fearful. The scavenger’s cannon is tucked into her belt.

Fingers smooth over his dented, battered shell, soft and sure. “It is nothing,” She whispers, equally as soft. “You are unharmed?”

He flexes the bits of his shell, perching on her cupped palms, wiggling in a lopsided line, unable to control his motions well just yet. She plucks him from the air, wincing as she does. “I think I’ll need some time,” He informs her. “But I can-”

She finds a place overlooking the water to sit and watch the remainder of the Sun’s journey down below the horizon. “I think I can do it,” His partner says. She crosses her legs on a slab of concrete and closes her eyes, basking in the evening glow. She gasps as she feels the tendrils of something strange unfurl within her. Her wound slowly, sluggishly weaves itself back together. She looks down at the material of her tunic and sighs. “Better,” She tells him, relieved. He seems to enjoy the strange energy she’s exuding, drifting up under her chin carefully, and so she endeavors to make it last as long as she can.

When it’s over, he moves far easier as well. “You said something,” He tells her. “Back there. To those men.”

His Guardian hums.

“You said you wanted the world to be the kind of world where people do good and are good.”

She nods. “It isn’t, is it?”

He shakes his body in a negative. “It’s more dangerous. Scary. Dark.”

“But we can make it better, yes?”

Surprised, he comments, “Your speaking is better. It wasn’t-”

“I’m not afraid,” She supposes mildly. “I think it’s better when I am comfortable.” She watches his singular eye. “If they come back, if they come for you, I will protect us.” She puts a hand over her heart, quicksilver eyes softening. “I am your Guardian, after all,” She reminds him with the softest of smiles. 

“My Miyu,” He corrects. “You’re my Miyu. My gentle truth.”

“Mi-yu.” She repeats, looking at him in awe. “Is that-”

He spins, asking nervously, “Do you like it?”

“Sutekidesu!” She gushes immediately, thrilled, her finger tapping her lips. “I-”

“It’s okay if you don’t have one for me yet,” He tells her. “I don’t need to know now.” 

She reaches for his fins, cradling him gently and bringing his top fin to her lips. He’s all but vibrating in excitement. She’d chosen his name not long after the subject had been brought up, but wasn’t sure. But now, she’s resolute. It’s the right choice. He is her spirit. A part of her, like she is a part of him. “Tamashii.”

“Me?”

“You,” She smiles. “It means-”

He interrupts, already having looked it up in that database of his. “It’s perfect. I love it. I love you,” He trills, hovering around her in an excited circle. “Miyu! My Miyu. My Guardian. We can make it better, this world. I know it. That’s what we’re here to do,” Tamashii chimes, determined.

Miyu nods, her emotions bright in those pale eyes, rising to her feet as the sun disappears and the skies are painted in the colors of twilight. “Lead the way, Tamashii.”

“Well, it’s not quite that easy,” He hums. “We’re going to need to find a ship. Or make a skiff. That’s why I wanted you looking for wood. I don’t think we’re going to get much further on the island here.”

“We’ll figure it out. I could always swim,” She says, earnestly.

He feints through the air. “Do you know how far it is to the mainland? You’d never-” He pauses at her silent laughing. “Miyu!”

She giggles helplessly. “You are gullible, Tamashii.” She dusts off her hands on her ripped robe. “We should start looking for something we can use to float across. The sky is red. We should have good weather tomorrow.”

“In a rush?”

“It’s a big world,” She tells him. “We’re going to be here a while.”

“You have no idea,” He tells her, hovering over her shoulder, right where he’s meant to be. “I searched most of it looking for you.”

[imagines-mha]

Shin x Hari first time? (Kissing or fucking, that's your choice ovu)

Okok my dude my child i got u imma do kissing cus im a sucker for romance 💕💫

The way it happened was so strange and unexpected for them both. They weren’t even together, they hadn’t even talked about the fact they were obviously pining for eachother. Everything was so...in the moment.

They had been in Overhaul’s office to begin with: clearly not the place to start an intimate moment. Bot of them were assigned a mission together- but they needed certain files in order to carry through with it. Files that they knew were in Overhaul’s top drawer of his desk.

Shin suggested waiting until the eight precepts and Overhaul returned from their day out fighting

“It would be extremely unprofessional for us to go into his office when we know noone else is here-“ he told a slightly more ambitious Hari, who was already fumbling with the lock

“Relax a bit Shin, he won’t mind. Plus- they’ll probably be out all night. Once we get this part of our task done i’ll be looking forward to having a night to myself to chill. We should watch a movie or-“

He was babbling on, and Shin wondered if he could ever shut up. It wasn’t as though he hated him or anything of that sort. He just hated the fact that someone as carefree as Hari seemed so...attractive to someone as strict as Shin. It was foolish, and he hated the fact that he was blushing right now at the idea of being alone with him in that office- but he had to stay professional

“Boom-“ Hari smiled, opening the door and turning towards Shin again, “got it open”

“I can see that” the taller man rolled his eyes as both of them went to the desk; Shin settling himself down upon the desk chair

It must be nice to be so powerful... he pondered, watching Hari approach and crack open the drawer

He had been attracted to Shin for a while, and there was no denying that Shin liked him back- the way he looked at him and blushed, the way their hands were constantly brushing and he always quickly pulled away as though he had been scalded. The way his cracks of softness shined through with every little moment they spent together, but still he remained just stubborn enough to cover it up

“Can you go any slower?” Shin asked playfully, leaning forward to see inside the drawer

“How about you try and help?” Hari jabbed just as teasing, spinning around with a soft smirk and opening his mouth to say more.

Suddenly, time slowed down.

All their stolen moments that supposedly meant nothing, their hands brushing, their little looks of affection, their cracks of softness, heir deep talks, their secret-sharing, their promises to eachother lit up like the metaphorical night sky, reflecting in both of their eyes and joining together like mini stellar constellations for only them to see

They were in love, it had been written in the silence all along.

Hari leaned in, Shin tried to move back. Kissing in his bosses office? What was he, a lunatic?

But Hari was persistent. He knew Shin, and he knew if Shin didn’t want this he would have been gone by now. But he was here; eyes lidded over, lips slightly pursed, cheeks blushing pink

“Hari we should..we shouldn’t..” he tried to get out, but with every second that passed he only moved in closer like he was being tugged by a small red line of fate

Hari knew he had to do it. There was no way Shin would: he may have been the highest precept, but he was a coward when it came to emotion

“We should..” Hari told him, closing the gap and smashing their lips together

Shin took no time in returning the action. All he needed was that little affirmation and his hands were on Hari’s cheeks holding him in place

They stayed sweet like that for a moment, before pulling away and smiling to eachother. Nothing had been more real to them than this

“Wanna pretend to Overhaul we couldn’t get into his office?” Hari asked, “and just go and watch that movie?”

And for the first time in his life without even thinking, Shin nodded, putting something else before his work. Hari was now his priority whether any of them liked it or not. But it was good, because he was always Hari’s.

[verdigrisprowl]

April 8 Dancitron Movie Night - Bumblebee

Documentary tracked down from a new universe, tonight. They spent less time analyzing the state of the war and what they glimpsed of the major players than they did critiquing how the humans interacted with the Decepticons.

After the movie, Prowl and Soundwave totally banged.

Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 7:46 PM ((NOTE:  Quoted dialogue and prose for the logger's sanity's sake. Thanks!)) Who's got four limbs and is pleased with himself for fixing the communications tower? This mech. Soundwave's eyeing the video wall and making some small adjustments here and there to the picture, trying to get it as clear as can be. Tonight's going to be INFORMATIVE. Smokescreen (Ask-Smokescreen)Today at 7:47 PM Smokescreen's coming in and is immediately dancing to the music! "Soundwave, long time no see! What's on the menu tonight?" Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 7:49 PM Soundwave is in a fine mood - must be that visit to police HQ and the loss of fuzz contributing. He actually gets up to join Smokescreen for a bit.

[[Greetings. Tonight, we are looking at another timeline. It was not easy to get his claws on the footage, but he thinks it will work.]] Sludge (slvdge)Today at 7:49 PM Surprise Soundave, tonight you get two Dinobots for the price of one.  Sludge wanders in first, one hand clutching tightly to a leash as he looks around. TeamPrimesMotherHenToday at 7:50 PM Arcee has finally managed to join once again, now that she wasn't busy as ever. Sludge (slvdge)Today at 7:50 PM //hgnhgb chrome stop taking the remote every time i click on the window Smokescreen (Ask-Smokescreen)Today at 7:50 PM Smokescreen is more than happy to dance with Soundwave, occasionally bumping into him deliberately, "Oooh, another timeline? Is it the boxy one? I've got some documentaries that I'd love to show you sometime!" Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 7:50 PM Behind Sludge, attached to the other end of said leash, is Swoop. He's sporting a full blown baby leash, guys, and looking more the bird than usual with how much looking around he's doing. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 7:50 PM Aaaaaand he's pausing right away to eye the Dinobot with shoulders tensed. If this is going to be like the visit from Grimlock, he'd like to be prepared. It's kind of funny looking, given that he starts trying to avoid being bumped by Smokescreen while he's at it. Don't touch, bot. Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 7:51 PM ((Okay, am I the only one hearing rock along with the movie?)) Sludge (slvdge)Today at 7:51 PM //gf is the movie supposed to be playing already //or did it start when rabbit stole the remote for me when i was setting up my split screen Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 7:51 PM Jingle, jangle go the bells on Swoop's ankles. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 7:51 PM ((it isn't supposed to be on, sorry - it does that sometimes when the remote gets snitched)) Sludge (slvdge)Today at 7:53 PM Sludge picks a couch and beelines for it, tugging on the leash. "You Swoop behave now." Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 7:53 PM [[...Swoop.]] Oh, now that's funny. A literal leash. Well, if it works, it works. All he wants is to be sure that they don't need a repeat of last week. [[And - Sludge, yes? Greetings.]] Sludge (slvdge)Today at 7:53 PM His head whips around to squint at Soundwave suspiciously. "You Soundwave?" Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 7:54 PM [[He is. Is there a problem?]] Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 7:54 PM Swoop takes a few longer steps to end up peaking around Sludge's massive arm at Soundwave. Sludge (slvdge)Today at 7:55 PM "You Soundwave always problem." Whatever that actually means. He takes the seat he'd been aiming for though, and looks around. "Me Sludge not know bots." Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 7:56 PM Swoop gives Soundwave a little tentative wave. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 7:57 PM He'll ignore that, as long as a punch isn't following it. [[The mech dancing here with him is Smokescreen.]] Gesture. [[The mech being dragged along with you is Swoop. No one else is here yet.]] And a nod to Swoop. No angry looks here. percy (microscopicautobot)Today at 7:58 PM Perceptor peeks his head and and makes his way inside. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 7:58 PM [[And that--]] Nodding. [[Is Perceptor. But you should know that.]] Sludge (slvdge)Today at 7:58 PM He doesn't look anything like Smokescreen, but alright. He won't question it. "Me Sludge know Perceptor." Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 7:59 PM Swoop chirps back at Soundwave and then looks around. He's (incapable of being anywhere other than) close to Sludge but that doesn't stop him from getting a little bouncy with the music. Smokescreen (Ask-Smokescreen)Today at 7:59 PM "Yeah! I'm Smokescreen! It's nice to meet you, uh- Sludge?" He's giving Sludge a look. Weird name! Sludge (slvdge)Today at 8:00 PM He waves at Smokescreen, then gives Swoop enough slack to go visiting as long as he behaves. Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 8:00 PM Prowl arrives a little later than usual; he was finishing up some work. But he immediately takes his usual seat and crosses his legs. percy (microscopicautobot)Today at 8:01 PM Perceptor will sit patiently down somewhere! Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 8:01 PM ((swoop is on a baby leash with bells on his ankles for any late comers)) Sludge (slvdge)Today at 8:01 PM //sludge is holding the other end of the leash Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 8:01 PM ((it should have been done years ago)) Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 8:02 PM Jingle, jangle, jingle, jangle. Swoop can feel that slack and starts dancing with actual vigor, moving towards Smokescreen. Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 8:02 PM ((although the idea of a baby leash being held by ANOTHER baby is hysterical)) Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 8:02 PM ((a much heavier baby! It's fiiiiine.)) Sludge (slvdge)Today at 8:02 PM //good luck to swoop trying to get out of sludge's hold Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:02 PM [[A Dinobot, Smokescreen. One of Swoop's brothers - the variety NOT created by Shockwave.]]

He'll park himself by Prowl now that Prowl's here and ping a greeting. He lost the mood to dance when he worried about Sludge's appearance. Perhaps he'll dance for Prowl later, when the others are gone.

[[How are you doing, Perceptor? Adjusting?]] Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 8:02 PM ((baby, leashed by jumbo baby)) percy (microscopicautobot)Today at 8:03 PM “Ah, getting there! It’s still strange. Not used to this... body, I suppose. But only a few threats that I managed to evade, so things seem to be going well.” Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 8:03 PM (( Wheeze I return from hiking. )) (( Time to use graphics tablet as dual monitor. )) Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 8:04 PM He sends a greeting ping, sends an affection ping, and leans against Soundwave. His engine is steadily rumbling. percy (microscopicautobot)Today at 8:04 PM //oh yeah i forgot to mention percy is currently under a m!a where he’s teeny lmao Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 8:04 PM (( Omg. )) SpecsToday at 8:04 PM The dragon comes trundling in, cart full of treats with her. All the usual again tonight! Gummis and mercury rolls and rust sticks and silver drops and tinsel fish and more. Given the events of the last visit, she's heading pretty swiftly to the bar to get everything squared away before someone steps on her. She's a touch nervous about Baby Activities.

"Hello, Soundwave!" Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 8:04 PM (( I guess you could say it's a )) (( small world )) Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 8:04 PM ((Windchill! Swoop is on a baby leash with bells on his ankles, under Sludge's supervision. Help this toddler out.)) percy (microscopicautobot)Today at 8:04 PM //i thought you were going to say micro-scope and im so relieved you didn’t Sludge (slvdge)Today at 8:05 PM Sludge can smell those snacks and there's a Suddenly Interested giant toddler looking towards a dragon. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 8:05 PM (( Well Chill's like minibot sized until the end of today so no promises. This fighting machine has been condensed. )) percy (microscopicautobot)Today at 8:06 PM //wow two minibots!! perfect Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 8:06 PM ((microscopic-scope then? percy (microscopicautobot)Today at 8:06 PM //djsks chaoit Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 8:06 PM ((Yes? SpecsToday at 8:06 PM Eep! Cue dragon poof as all her fur stands on end. Pwease no steppy. Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 8:06 PM Swoop's just rocking out while everyone else does their own things. Sludge (slvdge)Today at 8:07 PM Sorry Swoop, Sludge's going to look at snacks, and that means dragging you halfway across the floor. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:07 PM [[Evaded threats? You taught them a lesson not to underestimate cassettes, he hopes.]]

...Is that - how odd. Prowl's engine doesn't do that most days. Is he ill? Soundwave will lean into him and offer a concerned nudge against that shoulder with his cheek.

[[Good evening, dragon. You wouldn't happen to have one of those magnetic offerings from before, would you?]] Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 8:07 PM HRK! Suddenly, Swoop is moving that way. percy (microscopicautobot)Today at 8:08 PM “More like I figured out how useful it is to be small and hid in cassette form until the threat went away so,... yes.” Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:08 PM ((oh wait i thought chill came in already lemme just. remove that until he does)) Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 8:08 PM He nudges Soundwave back and gives him a more suggestive engine rev. And then it settles back into a steady purr. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 8:09 PM Rebel bounds in, followed by a squat, black and white creature. It looks kind of like a panda, except not cute and none too happy about being a panda. It's Windchill, all right.  Just a step above waddling along, as you do. His legs are short, it's a miracle he even made it in time. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:09 PM Soundwave tilts his helm at the rev, looks up at the music on screen, and... oh. OH. .... Oh dear. That's. Definitely unusual. Not unwelcome! But, uh. He's. Not entirely sure what to do with this information, now. SpecsToday at 8:10 PM "The cobalt cubes? Not in the cart, but if you want, I can run back and get them..?" She's surprised, but pleased all the same- she'd been making more, but not bringing them to movie nights. Mostly she was just waiting until the Prowl dating Soundwave sent out another call for fuel. Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 8:10 PM Nothing, for the moment. He's just letting Soundwave know. Sludge (slvdge)Today at 8:11 PM Don't mind Sludge taking a large handful of snacks and returning to his seat, Swoop being dragged back and forth until he's resettled on his couch.

They're very good snacks. SpecsToday at 8:11 PM Don't mind the dragon looking like the world's poofiest dust bunny until Sludge returns to the couch. Pwease no steppy! Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 8:11 PM Swoop doesn't even attempt to fight Sludge's dragging. That is an unwinnable battle. He's just going to get dragged backwards to wherever Sludge decides to stop. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:11 PM ...The softest engine whir. Just loud enough for Prowl to hear. An acknowledgment.

[[Hiding in cassette form is a valid tactic. Very well done - though he hopes it will not be necessary in the fut...]] Oh, Primus. Windchill is tiny too? He's stuck staring for a second. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 8:12 PM Rebel, being of the adaptable sort, doesn't seem to care (if it ever registered,) that her dad is smaller than she is. She's too busy looking for Swoop, you see. Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 8:12 PM Well, that's Prowl's evening plans sorted. percy (microscopicautobot)Today at 8:12 PM Perceptor is going to just draw his conclusions of what Soundwave is saying at the end there and nods. He sincerely hopes that as well. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:13 PM And now he's trapped between being a good host, throwing everyone out to see what it is Prowl is up to, and moving to check on both miniature bots to make sure they're not in need of repair or assistance. Why is this his life tonight. How is he supposed to concentrate on the film?

[[Ah. No, stay here; we're about to start. Still, he knows someone who might appreciate a cube or two to try, should you bring them next time.]] He'll have to transport them in person back on Iacon, but that's what flying deployers are for. Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 8:14 PM (('scuse me a sec, birb attempted murder on me Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 8:14 PM Is Windchill going to be a reasonable person, or is he going to try to climb into a chair too large? Let's find out. Elita-1 (BeautyandtheBadge)Today at 8:15 PM Arrives in about as timely a manner as one can when they only just remembered the event was happening. percy (microscopicautobot)Today at 8:15 PM Perceptor isn’t even trying, he’s sitting on the floor. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:15 PM ((ALL RIGHT we're startin'. WARNINGS: Lots of flashing lights right from the start, violence and blood, foul language. Needle thingie to Bee's neck and a weird finger-stick dealiebob that isn't a needle but it does come out so??? Eventual memory loss. Horrible, disgusting, gooey death. Discussion of dead parents. Neglectful and hurtful parents. On-screen vomit.)) SpecsToday at 8:15 PM The dragon salutes Soundwave and continues her task. "Yes, sir." Honestly, she's perfectly happy with not bridging out and back again- makes it easier to put everything that Sludge didn't take in its proper place and find somewhere near Soundwave to perch. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 8:16 PM Oh but see, Windchill is a lot of person to fit into such a small body. It's borderline impossible. He's going to do it. Tzeentch [EmotionalSupport]Today at 8:16 PM [bleps at snek from the ooc area; not in rabbit] percy (microscopicautobot)Today at 8:16 PM Maybe if they climb on top of each other and give a boost... Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 8:16 PM Swoop comes to a stop in the middle of the floor, then scoots himself over to sit by Sludge's legs. Once settled, he notices a vaguely cowboy shaped thing in his peripheral vision. "Rebel!" Elita-1 (BeautyandtheBadge)Today at 8:17 PM "Evening, Soundwave! I hope you haven't missed me too much while I've been away." Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 8:17 PM "Swoop!" There he is! She's gonna bounce over to see what's up. Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 8:17 PM Swoop holds up one of his legs so Rebel can see the bell on his ankle, a little pout making its way on his face. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 8:18 PM "Yer dressed all fancy." That's Rebel's take on it. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:18 PM Hold on. Someone's sitting on the floor? Like people who don't deserve actual seats? [[Are you both able to get on the chairs?]]

Aaaaaaand he knows that voice. He's gonna just. Shrink into Prowl a bit. SpecsToday at 8:18 PM ((lmaoooo swoop has a house arrest anklet)) Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 8:18 PM Don't mind him, he's scrambling in, late as ever, because things got busy. Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 8:18 PM "Oh. One of our documentaries?" He'll try to focus a little more than he'd been planning to. percy (microscopicautobot)Today at 8:18 PM “Uh... not sure yet. I suppose I can try and then find out?” Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:18 PM Oh, himself! ... A handsome version of himself.

[[Yes. He does not know which timeline exactly, but it appears to be closer to yours than his.]] Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 8:18 PM "Fancy?" He wiggles his leg to make it jingle. Is this what fancy is? Elita-1 (BeautyandtheBadge)Today at 8:19 PM "Now this looks much more interesting than what I've heard you've been showing." Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:19 PM [[How unfortunate.]] Sludge (slvdge)Today at 8:19 PM "This fighting movie?" Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:19 PM He'll nod at Perceptor. Go on, then. Sludge (slvdge)Today at 8:19 PM OH, explosions. Yes, it's a fighting movie. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 8:19 PM "You got spurs, that jingle jangle jingle." Rebel sits down beside Swoop, tilting her head curiously. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:19 PM ((hello primus mun, i'm behind but hi)) Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 8:20 PM "Keehee! Me swoop not a cowboy! You Rebel a cowboy." percy (microscopicautobot)Today at 8:20 PM There is indeed an attempt. Depending on how tall the chair is. Can someone who is six feet plausibly climb it, time will tell. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 8:20 PM Windchill, meanwhile, has gotten exactly one leg over the seat. Halfway there. Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 8:20 PM "......" yeah, no, he nearly pulled an about-face with that opening. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 8:20 PM He grunts with determination. SpecsToday at 8:20 PM ((holy fuck why does this cat have such awful poops ;_; )) Tzeentch [EmotionalSupport]Today at 8:20 PM Guess what Blaster. Have a dragon on your shoulders. Is a fancy mechanical one now with floof. Mostly here to be a blepper and a snuggle buddy. Elita-1 (BeautyandtheBadge)Today at 8:20 PM Will find herself a seat somewhere, while being mindful of the smaller bots in the room. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 8:20 PM "You can still dress fancy." She nods sagely. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:20 PM There are chairs and couches of different sizes for different mechs. Rumbles to Windchills and all the Swoops inbetween. SpecsToday at 8:21 PM ((I'm trying to eat and she just commits an international crime)) Smokescreen (Ask-Smokescreen)Today at 8:21 PM "Wait, what kind of gun is that? Is that a paint gun? Are there bot sized ones?" Tzeentch [EmotionalSupport]Today at 8:21 PM [Gunna leave my nickname as this. I'm moral support for Blaster. XD] Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 8:21 PM ((HUSH YOU)) SpecsToday at 8:21 PM A fellow dragon! The floofer near Soundwave gives her fellow a churr of acknowledgement. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:21 PM [[Of course there are bot sized ones. We did have recreational activities before the war. Not that many were allowed to partake.]] Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 8:21 PM Swoop pulls his legs up to his chest. "Me Swoop not feel fancy. Me Swoop feel like a baby." He tugs on the baby leash's harness to make his point. Tzeentch [EmotionalSupport]Today at 8:22 PM Waves to Specs. Hoi! Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 8:22 PM If anyone thinks for a second that Windchill's going to not climb into an oversized chair for the hell of it, they're wrong. Sludge (slvdge)Today at 8:22 PM "Him Bumblebee hit them." Elita-1 (BeautyandtheBadge)Today at 8:22 PM Elita pats Swoop fondly on the helm as she passes him. Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 8:23 PM "I hate his HUD." Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:23 PM [[Hm? What is wrong with it?]] SpecsToday at 8:23 PM Waves right back. Hoi! Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 8:23 PM "What is that?" She pokes at the harness. She's never seen a baby leash before, despite being in dire need of one. Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 8:23 PM Swoop leans into the pats on reflex, then turns and blinks at her with wide optics. What was that for and how can it happen again? Elita-1 (BeautyandtheBadge)Today at 8:23 PM For free and probably if he asks. Smokescreen (Ask-Smokescreen)Today at 8:24 PM "Paint guns were an activity? Can you paint with 'em? Do you think I could get one, Soundwave?" Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 8:24 PM He'll have to find that out later because Rebel's pokes draw his attention back. "It a BABY leash for babies." Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 8:24 PM "It's got that unnecessary grid all over it, his video feed is jerky—that might be an optic problem, though—and it automatically zooms in and out on things. It would give me a headache." Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 8:24 PM "Oh." Rebel scratches her chin. "You don't look like a baby." Tzeentch [EmotionalSupport]Today at 8:25 PM Blaster, find a place to sit so they can occupy most of your lap. The makuta wants it to play their switch. Guardians need an ass kicking and the world needs to be turned into a Katamari. If stressed, wont mind the squeezes or the use of the wings to block the screen. Can't do much about the noise. Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 8:25 PM Swoop's armor fluffs up and his optics go wide. "YAH! Me Swoop SAY that! But Grimlock. Him Grimlock say You Swoop weak like a baby, you BABY LEASH until stop it." Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 8:25 PM Nope, whatever is on his shoulder is now in his arms, thanks to what is on screen. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:25 PM [[You will have to inquire with someone who owns and sells them. We do not have any here. The twins prefer more... dangerous games.]]

Oh. Yes, he could see how that would be a problem. He's accustomed to a few things popping in and out on his own, but definitely not this much. [[He remembers yours. It looked much cleaner.]] Sludge (slvdge)Today at 8:26 PM Sludge rattles the leash. "You Swoop IS weak like baby! Lose to him Soundwave!" Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 8:26 PM :< Smokescreen (Ask-Smokescreen)Today at 8:26 PM "I'll be sure to do that!" Smokescreen makes a note of it, before focusing on the fight. "Oh no." Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 8:26 PM "Only when I don't have much moving on it. It CAN get busier than his, but only when there's something worth tracking." Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 8:27 PM Yeah. No. Nope, nope, hiding his face now. SpecsToday at 8:27 PM Oh goddess. The dinobots are At It Again. She's got dibs on any fingers that go missing from this. Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 8:27 PM He tenses. Neck needle. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 8:27 PM Rebel narrows an optic. "Who's Grimlock?" She's not going to comment on the fight. Tzeentch [EmotionalSupport]Today at 8:27 PM Hurrah for big wings! Keeps their claws free to game. Also helps being nearly as long as Blaster was tall. Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 8:27 PM "... What does your HUD look like?" Sludge (slvdge)Today at 8:28 PM Don't worry Specs, Sludge and Swoop won't fight. Sludge is here specifically to keep Swoop from fighting. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:28 PM [[...His own?]] Just to be sure he knows who Prowl is talking to right now. Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 8:28 PM Yes. percy (microscopicautobot)Today at 8:28 PM Wincing. That was a rough fight. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 8:28 PM Success. Windchill has made it into a chair. Now he can turn around, sit on his butt, and wiggle his toes. SpecsToday at 8:28 PM She's very worried. She is about the size of a fox and more flammable than expected. She really, really, really does not want them fighting. Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 8:29 PM "Him Grimlock is Dinobot KING. Him in charge Us." Smokescreen (Ask-Smokescreen)Today at 8:30 PM Smokescreen is bobbing along with the music, staring at the weird looking technology shown. Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 8:30 PM Yeah, he's going to make his way to a seat, now that the movie has calmed down. percy (microscopicautobot)Today at 8:30 PM Okay, Percy has decided to go into a smaller chair. Not worth the fall risk. Smokescreen (Ask-Smokescreen)Today at 8:30 PM "That doesn't look like her Dad. Does she have two sires?" Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 8:30 PM "A monarchy is a little antiquated, don't you think?" She'll be right back, she's going to grab a snack. Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 8:32 PM Swoop tries to follow Rebel. "Antiquate means --" Tries. He reaches the end of his slack and that's that. He's not moving an inch with Sludge on the other end of the line. Tzeentch [EmotionalSupport]Today at 8:32 PM Bleps. Tail dragging on the floor while carried. Blaster get a good seat. And watch their game if the movie gets too intense. Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 8:32 PM "Oh, this is a good song." Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 8:33 PM "Means old." She thumbs over her shoulder at the dumpling dad creature, as an example, and looks over the snacks. Hmm. Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 8:33 PM Good idea. He's gonna do just that. But, right now, all is good. So. He's just going to hold onto the dragon, and sit. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:33 PM Soundwave pauses to figure out the best way to share it without linking up or dragging Prowl into his head. Internal screenshot's probably easiest.

His screen flickers briefly, marking a disruption of the standard optic feed, and then he sends it. There are a few notes on proximity to the things and people in the room tucked into one corner, a progress bar on some upstairs upgrades in another, two tiny visual feeds of iacon in windows on another, and a short stack of wave forms in the fourth. The rest is mostly nice and clean, though unusual noises going on around him spark strange, curved lines and circles now and then as he pinpoints and processes them. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 8:33 PM "Old and obsolete," Windchill finally speaks up, but only to define a word. Apparently. Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 8:34 PM Swoop leans his full weight on the leash. He's standing at a 50 degree angle, arms swinging sadly. "Him Grimlock a T-Rex. Rex mean Him king. And! Him strongest Dinobot. So king." Sludge (slvdge)Today at 8:34 PM Sludge mutters under his breath at that. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:34 PM [[Clumsy child.]] Huffs. Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 8:35 PM Swoop looks over at Soundwave at the comment. He assumes it is about him and is confused.... Smokescreen (Ask-Smokescreen)Today at 8:35 PM "Is... Is that Bee? Is she gonna steal Bee's parts? It seems like that happens an awful lot!" Sludge (slvdge)Today at 8:35 PM "Him Bee full bees." Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:35 PM [[...The human, Swoop. You were graceful enough when fighting, even on the ground.]] Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 8:35 PM Rebel picks out the most COLOURFUL snacks, and returns only to find Swoop looking mighty lopsided. Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 8:36 PM Heh. Soundwave, always watching. Interesting to see that he apparently tracked moving sounds the way Prowl tracked moving sights. Smokescreen (Ask-Smokescreen)Today at 8:36 PM "Oh! I heard stories about Cliffjumper!" Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 8:36 PM Aw, Cliffjumper. Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 8:36 PM "Oh. Kay!" : > Smokescreen (Ask-Smokescreen)Today at 8:36 PM "Man, I wonder if I'll ever meet this Cliffjumper!" "... I guess not!" Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:37 PM [[Oh, that is an old tape deck. Bumblebee's vehicle mode is very outdated by modern...]] Pause. [[He is beginning to think that Cliffjumpers have a poor survival record.]] Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 8:37 PM He winces. A moment of silence for Cliffjumper. Sludge (slvdge)Today at 8:37 PM A slow squint at the screen. SpecsToday at 8:37 PM Wow. There's no such thing as a dampener for Smokescreen's optimism, is there? percy (microscopicautobot)Today at 8:37 PM ...makes a note to keep a close eye on his own Cliffjumper. Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 8:38 PM Might be doing the same. Their track record is getting as bad as Prime's. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:38 PM Soundwave leans in toward Prowl again. [[Would you like to see something interesting.]] Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 8:39 PM "I just did. But sure, show me another." Elita-1 (BeautyandtheBadge)Today at 8:39 PM Can't keep an eye on her Cliffjumper as he's been dead, undead, and dead again for years. Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 8:39 PM Swoop reaches out to Rebel with a sad, sad hand. "Me Swoop have 'chaperone' now...." Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:39 PM He nods. Incoming ping; please accept and watch this stream he'll be providing. Don't worry; it won't take long. Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 8:39 PM All right; stream streaming. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 8:40 PM Rebel will take that hand...and slap a treat into it. "For how long?" Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 8:40 PM ((I would flip shit if someone gave me that and it wasn't a gag gift.)) Smokescreen (Ask-Smokescreen)Today at 8:40 PM "Primus- this dad makes me look like my foot has never been in my mouth!" Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:40 PM [[Oh, leave her alone. She has the right to grieve.]] Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 8:41 PM ((I'd burn it, in front of him Sludge (slvdge)Today at 8:41 PM //ghbg ironically my grandparents gave me chicken soup how to Be A Better Person book for christmas once in response to my depression Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 8:41 PM He's got the stream in one optic and the movie in the other; he grimaces spectacularly at the book. What a condescending twerp. Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 8:41 PM Swoop looks at the treat. "Until not a baby weak bot anymore. Him Grimlock sparing lessons with Swoop." Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 8:41 PM ((light it RIGHT up "That was...I don't think 'tacky' covers it" Sludge (slvdge)Today at 8:42 PM //im p sure they were Trying to be helpful but lmao Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 8:42 PM ((I want every single one of her outfits in this movie.)) Elita-1 (BeautyandtheBadge)Today at 8:42 PM //same Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 8:42 PM "Uh, okay." She doesn't really know what that means. Sludge (slvdge)Today at 8:42 PM "Her Charlie clones." "Him Swoop off leash when him Swoop beat him Soundwave." Probably. He's not actually sure when Grimlck plans to take it off. SpecsToday at 8:43 PM "There's clueless docents, and then there's clueless docents." Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 8:43 PM Swoop's head snaps over to look at Sludge. Did Grimlock tell him that? Are those the rules? Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 8:43 PM At that, Rebel doesn't look convinced. "That's a dumb idea." Sludge (slvdge)Today at 8:43 PM He blinks back. Don't trust him Swoop, he has no idea. Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 8:44 PM Well. Well done, Soundwave, now Swoop has a new motive to bring even more violence to movie nights. SpecsToday at 8:45 PM The dragon is flattening out like a pancake even as her fur starts puffing up again. Please. Please, no fighting, and definitely no fire. Her blood has methanol in it. Don't set her on fire. Elita-1 (BeautyandtheBadge)Today at 8:46 PM "I don't think I'll ever understand human caregiving practices. Why even care for your offspring this long if you're not going to bother learning anything about them or teach them anything worth listening to?" Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 8:47 PM Windchill's ears perk up. Beeblebum sounds almost like his own spawn. Almost. Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 8:48 PM "Because they're incapable of hunting and foraging for themselves until they reach a certain age. They might be horrible teachers, but they're still necessary for providing fuel." Elita-1 (BeautyandtheBadge)Today at 8:48 PM "Wasn't she at a fuel place earlier?" Smokescreen (Ask-Smokescreen)Today at 8:48 PM Primus, Smokescreen can't stop staring at that Bumblebee, "How are his optics so big?" SpecsToday at 8:49 PM "I'm more confused about why they take the time to obtain a docent certification if they don't even want to deal with hatchlings in the first place. That seems like a necessary prerequisite for the job." Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:49 PM At first, Prowl will be able to see the room through Soundwave's optics, with the HUD still present over it. Then Soundwave temporarily deactivates his optics, switching the data stream to visor output only. The number of bouncing lines and circles increases as he focuses extra attention on the noises in the room; names, materials, and other tidbits of information crop up next to where the circles briefly settle and throb. Safe pathway lines toward the video wall paint themselves a light red and step counts chart themselves across the blackness.

The he kills the stream and goes back to watching the movie like normal.

[[We rarely had difficulty navigating or deploying underground or in the dark.]] Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 8:49 PM "From the size of her, she's on the verge of being able to provide for herself. At the beginning of the movie she and her parental unit were clearly of different opinions as to whether or not she was able to fuel herself yet." Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 8:50 PM Swoop plops down on his butt and kicks his legs out in front of himself. "keheh! EXPLODE!" Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 8:50 PM Back to hiding. Sludge (slvdge)Today at 8:50 PM Sludge is bouncing on the couch now. "Them Decepticons on fire." Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 8:51 PM Prowl blinks several times, trying to make sense of the mess of lines. He intellectually understands that those are sound waves, but to him the data is just barely on this side of gibberish. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:51 PM [[...That is not an unattractive alt mode.]] Now that he can see Shatter driving. [[THAT was an unattractive death.]] Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 8:51 PM Prowl claps a hand over his mouth so he doesn't laugh at the death. Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 8:51 PM Swoop squeals with laughter at the dude exploding into nickelodeon gak. Sludge (slvdge)Today at 8:51 PM Sludge has no compunctions about laughing. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:52 PM [[Ugh. Organic ooze everywhere. That is the exact opposite of a weapon he would have chosen to use.]] Elita-1 (BeautyandtheBadge)Today at 8:52 PM "Hmm, well, I suppose. Humans are so... alien in ways that have nothing to do with what planet they come from." Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 8:52 PM Windchill grunts. He's beginning to realize that sitting by himself (the high price of stubbornness,) is pretty boring. Time to climb back down from the chair. Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 8:52 PM Swoop reaches out to touch his toes, folding in half and fanning out his wings. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:53 PM [[Primus below, he's WAVING.]] Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 8:53 PM His shoulders shake. Bumblebee. Bumblebee, please. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:53 PM [[It is a good thing this happened before humans created better surveillance systems.]] Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 8:53 PM Yup. Things go pop when introduced to certain vibrations. Like that human. Smokescreen (Ask-Smokescreen)Today at 8:53 PM "Primus, he's like me when I got to Earth. I did this slag to a couple humans before!" Elita-1 (BeautyandtheBadge)Today at 8:53 PM Laughs at poor, clueless Bumblebee. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 8:53 PM "Ehhhh!" Rebel ducks, but this puts her closer to the snacks in her hands, so she shoves one in her mouth. Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 8:54 PM ((I love what a terrible liar Charlie is)) Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:54 PM [[Being a doctor has never stopped Ratchet from the occasional bout of overreaction.]] Glance to Elita. Perhaps he shouldn't have said that where she could hear. Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 8:54 PM And there's Bumblebee about to give himself away. Because he wants to wave at his human friend. Primus. Sludge (slvdge)Today at 8:54 PM //i love she just??? lkeaves the moped? Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 8:54 PM "Him Ratchet do lots of yell." Swoop sounds pleased about that from his position as a floor sandwich. Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 8:54 PM "There are different kinds of emergencies." Elita-1 (BeautyandtheBadge)Today at 8:55 PM Why not? It's true. Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 8:56 PM "That's....not hiding..." Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:56 PM Aaaaand he's burying his face in his palms and shaking. Elita-1 (BeautyandtheBadge)Today at 8:56 PM "Occasional might be an understatement." Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:56 PM [[The famous Autobot scout, Bumblebee.]] Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 8:56 PM HUFF. "He's... His processor is more than a little rattled." "... Technically, it's second contact with an alien species." Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 8:57 PM Windchill toddles across the floor to bother his spawn. Unfortunately, this means Swoop and possibly Sludge as well. This journey earns him an Eye from Rebel, but her mouth is full so she says nothing. Elita-1 (BeautyandtheBadge)Today at 8:57 PM "No one said he was a good scout. Just famous." Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:57 PM ....Tiny tiny engine whir. He likes the blue one's, uh. Mmmmmouth? Sludge (slvdge)Today at 8:57 PM "Them Decepticons lie." Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 8:57 PM Barks a laugh. "Peacekeepers." Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 8:58 PM "No shit, Sherlock." Windchill forcibly wedges himself between Rebel and Swoop. He still has elbows, after all. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:58 PM [[This human in the eye-glasses is officially the biggest idiot in the documentary.]] Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 8:58 PM "Wow. Okay, are humans really this...um...I want to say slow, but that kinda doesn't cover it." percy (microscopicautobot)Today at 8:59 PM “Gullible.” Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 8:59 PM "And he's already 'friend Powell.' Because that's not 'Native Life Manipulation 101.'" Sludge (slvdge)Today at 8:59 PM "Him human dumb." Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 8:59 PM [[Not that most humans are much smarter, but he supposes they cannot all be his human.]] Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 8:59 PM Oh. Hey, look who noticed a familiar voice, finally. Sludge (slvdge)Today at 8:59 PM //rhg boob holographic Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 8:59 PM Swoop looks momentarily equal parts confused and offended by the elbowing. But then this starts to feel more like a pile so he's fine with it. Swoop just leans on Windchill. SpecsToday at 8:59 PM "He genuinely wants to believe that most life in the universe is better than his own species. It's a delusion." Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 9:00 PM "MOST humans are supremely distrustful of aliens. That one, I suspect, WANTS to meet friendly aliens badly enough that he's willing to—yes. Delude himself." Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 9:00 PM He's just going to...stiffen up, and pretend he didn't hear that voice. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 9:00 PM He can take it. His entire being has been compressed into this shape, so he's a little dense. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:00 PM Perk. Ravage! Look at him go. Look at him take on the Prime. Primus, but he's proud. [[Strange coloring. Impressive fangs, however.]] Elita-1 (BeautyandtheBadge)Today at 9:01 PM "I like this Optimus." Mostly because he's pretty. SpecsToday at 9:01 PM Ravage! Excuse the dragon while she watches this with bated breath. All Ravages are cool, but is this one as cool as the Ravage she knows and makes tinsel fish for? Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:02 PM It is Ravage's opinion that none of his alternates could be. Close, but not quite. Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 9:02 PM Swoop rests his chin on Windchill and looks sideways at Sludge. "Them Decepticons lie to Sludge. Not Swoop. No one try tricky stuff on Swoop. Just shoot." Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 9:02 PM "To be fair, if the Powell human had met Bumblebee instead of the so-called 'peacekeepers,' he would have been completely in the right and completely sensible while the humans pointing a hundred guns at his head would have been the idiots." Sludge (slvdge)Today at 9:02 PM He huffs at Swoop. Quiet, you. Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 9:02 PM Swoop stares at Sludge. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 9:02 PM Windchill grunts. Sludge (slvdge)Today at 9:03 PM He stares back. Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 9:03 PM He keeps staring. Sludge (slvdge)Today at 9:03 PM He won't lose the staring competition. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 9:04 PM "You guys are weird." Rebel gets up for, you guessed it, more snacks. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:04 PM [[Hm. That is a fair point.]] Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 9:04 PM (( That's anachronistic, song came out in 1989 and yes, I am that person. )) Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:04 PM He points. [][][]I understood that reference.[][][] Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 9:04 PM Swoop would keep staring until the end of time.... but Rebel caught his attention and he looks over at her wandering off. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 9:04 PM (( I will point it out every single time. )) Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 9:04 PM ((I also came out in 1989.)) Sludge (slvdge)Today at 9:04 PM //same Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 9:05 PM (( Nice. )) Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 9:05 PM ((you ANCIENT PEOPLE. you OLDIES. you SENIOR CITIZENS.)) Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:05 PM Now he's scooting forward to watch the record work. What fantastic primitive technology. Sludge (slvdge)Today at 9:05 PM //ghbfg Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 9:05 PM ((i came out in 1990)) percy (microscopicautobot)Today at 9:06 PM //sksks i came out in 1993 Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 9:06 PM ((BABIES Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 9:06 PM ((you came out the same year as my younger brother and THEREFORE you are a child. forever.)) percy (microscopicautobot)Today at 9:06 PM //who Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 9:06 PM Rebel has no idea that's she's ruined the contest or almost caused Windchill to roll over without her mass on the other side of him. It's okay though, she's back in short order with another round of vittles. Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 9:06 PM ((anyone my brother's age and younger is A Child)) ((you)) percy (microscopicautobot)Today at 9:06 PM //oh god i am the Baby Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:06 PM ((I came out in the weeks right around when G1 did. :) )) Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 9:06 PM With his attention successfully scattered, Swoop looks around the room for -- there she is! The scrawny bot scrambles on all fours as close to Elita-1 as he can get with this damn leash. Sludge (slvdge)Today at 9:06 PM //puff you came out MY younger brother's year, always the baby Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:06 PM ((I am Old.)) Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 9:06 PM (( :o am bapy?)) Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 9:06 PM ((yes you are, Kiwi percy (microscopicautobot)Today at 9:07 PM //am bapy Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 9:07 PM "Which reference? I only understood the..." He does the Breakfast Club fist raise. Elita-1 (BeautyandtheBadge)Today at 9:07 PM //i would have been a few months old during this movie if it were real Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:07 PM [[The second piece of music he spat out. It is a human joke. They use it to replace things they are--HAH.]] Sludge (slvdge)Today at 9:07 PM "Him Burns right." SpecsToday at 9:07 PM ((nope, dw percy-mun, I'm 1997)) Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 9:07 PM "Oh, he's smart." Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 9:07 PM SNORTS. SpecsToday at 9:08 PM ((basically, I'm baby)) Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:08 PM [[They use it to replace things they are claiming to show someone, as an irritating prank.]] percy (microscopicautobot)Today at 9:08 PM //i am no longer the bapy Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 9:08 PM "It's the best joke." Windchill unironically likes the song. Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 9:08 PM ((so two babies Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 9:08 PM "Oh. Hm." Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:08 PM [[He agrees. It is a good song, and a humorous use of music.]] Elita-1 (BeautyandtheBadge)Today at 9:09 PM Smiles at Swoop as he tries to scramble over. "Hello, darling. Are you enjoying yourself?" Sludge (slvdge)Today at 9:09 PM //wow rude SpecsToday at 9:10 PM ((if there's a four-year age difference, it ain't two babies)) Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 9:10 PM Swoop freezes, looking up at Elita-1 with wide optics. The 'darling' has completely thrown him for a loop. What was he doing again? :V "Hi." Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:11 PM And now he's trying to imagine Prowl as the fist-raising human. They're not alike. Bumblebee isn't either. It's entertaining. He smiles to himself. Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 9:11 PM "Why didn't she use her own shirt instead of stealing his?" Sludge (slvdge)Today at 9:11 PM "Her Charlie girl." Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 9:12 PM "So?" Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:12 PM [[She's too smart to risk it?]] Sludge (slvdge)Today at 9:12 PM "Him Spike say im-prop-per girl take off shirt." Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 9:12 PM ((I laughed so hard when I saw this scene the first time. So fucking funny.)) Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 9:12 PM "... She has two shirts, though." Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:12 PM .............Whir. [[He didn't know they were both into communications.]] Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 9:13 PM "Oh, huh...That's...they set that up with human tech...." Sludge (slvdge)Today at 9:13 PM "Im-prop-per." That's what Spike said Prowl, and he never specified if shirt numbers mattered. Elita-1 (BeautyandtheBadge)Today at 9:13 PM Amused chuckle at poor Swoop. If he's able to get close enough, she'll give him some helm skritches. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 9:13 PM Rebel watches Swoop's confused antics as she retakes her seat, while Windchill watches the snacks in her hands. His brain is working. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:13 PM Building all that in a day out of pathetic Earth materials from decades ago. Primus. They must know their stuff. And be very patient. Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 9:14 PM "Okay, I'm impressed." Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 9:14 PM Swoop looks at Elita-1's hand, then over his shoulder at Sludge, and back at Elita-1. Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 9:14 PM "... Really?! Really. They meet an alien species, cooperate with the alien species, get a massive gift from the alien species, and make plans to murder every member of this alien species. Just—just like that." Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:14 PM [[Hmph. Nobody tells him he's a genius. They merely whine about how strange it is to hear their own voice. Or someone else's.]] Sludge (slvdge)Today at 9:15 PM He blinks at Swoop, then down at the leash. Okay. A little more room. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:15 PM [[Of course they do! Humans are equally capable of mass murder and violence. They always jump to slaughtering offworlders in other films. It is practically guaranteed that they will attempt to turn themselves into the dominant species.]] Pause. [[He sometimes finds it amusing that Autobots aligned with them.]] Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 9:16 PM He has a smaller fuel tank. That means it's a lot easier to fill it. Windchill reaches out with his creepy little hands (it's a stretch,) and snatches a snack out of Rebel's palm. Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 9:17 PM ((biiiiiiiiitttchhhh)) Elita-1 (BeautyandtheBadge)Today at 9:17 PM "I wonder why our Bumblebee never bothered learning to communicate like this? He certainly spent enough time on Earth." Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 9:17 PM ((i like how in the subtitles she's identified as [WOMAN])) Sludge (slvdge)Today at 9:17 PM //not even important enough to name Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 9:17 PM ((as if to say "this isn't a 16-year-old cheerleader being a huge bitch, it's a full-ass grown woman picking on a sad teenager")) Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:17 PM [[Perhaps he didn't care to bother. He was perfectly understandable to the rest of us, and his companion understood him.]] Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 9:17 PM Swoop immediately uses the extra slack to get as close to Elita-1 as possible. He reaches to grab her hand, then stops a hair's breath away, glancing at Soundwave. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 9:18 PM The snack disappears into Windchill's mouth. Rebel stares at him, both affronted and shocked. She's never seen her dad eat before, and it's the weirdest thing ever. Even weirder than Swoop. Elita-1 (BeautyandtheBadge)Today at 9:18 PM Also looks at Soundwave. Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 9:18 PM ((pfff rebel)) Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:18 PM Soundwave glances over. [[Ask her if it is all right to take hold of her hand.]] Sludge (slvdge)Today at 9:18 PM //rtgbgv the sensual egg rub Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 9:19 PM ((bee you precious child)) Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 9:19 PM (( Best part of the film. )) Elita-1 (BeautyandtheBadge)Today at 9:19 PM //beeeeee percy (microscopicautobot)Today at 9:19 PM “Oh...” Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 9:19 PM Mutter mutter, "Perhaps because he spent years and years listening to the Autobots talking about how the one person widely-known to have mastered the same trick is 'creepy' and 'not even a person.'" Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 9:19 PM "Bumblebee....that's not hiding. At all." Smokescreen (Ask-Smokescreen)Today at 9:19 PM "BEE. Bee." Primus, Primus. I wanna do the egg thing, but..." Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 9:19 PM Swoop looks expectantly up at Elita-1, hand still hovering over hers, and chirps. Smokescreen (Ask-Smokescreen)Today at 9:20 PM ((Shoot I'm sorry I only just remembered to change my name ;;)) Elita-1 (BeautyandtheBadge)Today at 9:20 PM "Of course you can, Swoop." Sludge (slvdge)Today at 9:20 PM Sludge is absolutely laughingn ow. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 9:20 PM Does Chill go for another? Yes.  Does Rebel squawk in outrage? Also yes. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:21 PM Soundwave glances to Prowl. That was... an unexpected defense. That was a defense, wasn't it?

And now he feels weirdly sorry for Bumblebee. Not because of who he was, mind. Because of the other Autobots. They could've minded their company regardless of how HE'D behaved, if that was what had happened. Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 9:21 PM ((Rebel needs to meet Bob so she can see some major eating)) Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 9:21 PM (( She does. I mean, she's seen Bluebottle. )) Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 9:21 PM Swoop smiles at Elita-1 and, without hesitation, takes her hand and places it on top of his helm. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:21 PM ...Affectionate ping. And a personal note to inquire whether that was the case, if Bumblebee is willing to tell him. percy (microscopicautobot)Today at 9:21 PM “So much for a disguise.” Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 9:21 PM Ping, ping. "... Were you the one who sent me that song?" He gestures at the screen. Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 9:22 PM Facepalms. Bee. That was terrible. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:22 PM He shakes his head no. Plenty of other songs, but not that one. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 9:22 PM Windchill grabs as much as his fists can handle and darts away, plating fluffed to take refuge on the other side of Sludge. Rebel can't get him there. Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 9:23 PM "Hm." Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:23 PM [[Yes. That officer will have contacted someone, if he didn't convince himself he imagined it.]] Elita-1 (BeautyandtheBadge)Today at 9:23 PM Considers Soundwave and Prowl's responses to her question. Both are good points, though it's certainly interesting to hear a Prowl say something that's clearly in Soundwave's defense. She skritches Swoop's helm absently and gives him another smile. Good points both of them. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 9:23 PM Rebel just blinks, staring around at the room at large in complete shock. She's never been stolen from before. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:23 PM [[Oh - no, you will not fit--]] Sludge (slvdge)Today at 9:23 PM //i've seen the sound effects gif of the upcoming scene on tumblr and i laugh now every time i see it and remember his feet are just lawnmowers Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 9:24 PM (( Foley artist = dream job )) Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 9:24 PM "Ohhh, Bumblebee, no." Elita-1 (BeautyandtheBadge)Today at 9:24 PM "Oh dear. This won't end well." Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 9:24 PM His shoulders are trembling. Smokescreen (Ask-Smokescreen)Today at 9:25 PM "Wait, wait, can you sit in houses like this? I wanna go into Jack's house!" percy (microscopicautobot)Today at 9:25 PM “Oh no.” Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 9:25 PM "Hff—!" Make that full-on shaking. Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 9:25 PM Swoop leans into the scritches until he's looking at her sideways. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:25 PM [[If he didn't enjoy watching mechs make fools of themselves, he wouldn't be able to watch this.]] Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 9:25 PM ... The shaking immediately stops when Bumblebee reveals his finger-needle. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 9:26 PM "Why is it green?" Rebel slowly recovers, popping another snack into her mouth. Sludge (slvdge)Today at 9:26 PM "Him Bee electrocuted!" Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 9:26 PM "BEE! Seriously?!" Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:27 PM Glance. Prowl holding up? That looked more like some sort of fine manipulator than a needle to him, but Prowl had been set off by less obvious incarnations of sticks coming from hands in the past. It was possible. Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 9:27 PM He's fine. He's just—not as entertained. Elita-1 (BeautyandtheBadge)Today at 9:27 PM "If it hadn't just aimed the Decepticons right at him, I'd find that more amusing." Will contently keep idly skritching Swoop until she's either bored with it or Swoop gets distracted by something. Whichever comes first. Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 9:27 PM ... He DOES huff at the thumbs up. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:28 PM [[That is a moment when you would want your ally to be a Decepticon. We would be capable of building a convincing lie.]] Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 9:28 PM "Decepticons call themselves 'Decept-icons' while they're trying to convince people they're trustworthy." Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 9:29 PM "It works." Elita-1 (BeautyandtheBadge)Today at 9:29 PM "It is right in the name and yet so many of their allies never seem to notice." Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:29 PM Soundwave blips. [[It wasn't HIS idea for a faction name.]] Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 9:29 PM ((Her mom has every right to be furious.... but she went way too far with that happy comment :x )) Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:29 PM ((WAY too far)) Elita-1 (BeautyandtheBadge)Today at 9:29 PM //yeeeep SpecsToday at 9:29 PM ((yeah)) Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 9:30 PM Swoop is content with idle skritching for some time. Eventually, his hands drift up to hold onto her wrist and arm. Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 9:30 PM ((Yeah Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 9:30 PM "I'm not even saying the name is a bad idea, although it is. Just the fact that they SHARE IT. Choose a fake name! You can't even produce a fake name for potential short-term allies that you plan on killing and/or abandoning within a week?" Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:31 PM [[HE can. And would have. In that way, the two in the documentary are fools.]] [[She didn't run. She... was kidnap-jumped.]] Sludge (slvdge)Today at 9:31 PM //i like how he says she ran as if she had any choice in bee grabbing her and running Elita-1 (BeautyandtheBadge)Today at 9:31 PM That's fine. It's the arm that was replaced recently, so it looks nice and shiny compared to her well worn other limb resting up on the table. Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 9:31 PM "I refuse to accept the assertion that the Decepticons are generally good at crafting lies if they don't even think to lie about a name that will convince their allies that they're probably going to lie." Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 9:32 PM (( It implies, to me, that he doesn't see Bee as a real thinking individual. Still a weird way to write that line. )) Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 9:32 PM Swoop makes no move to escape but is pretty intently staring at her. Sludge (slvdge)Today at 9:32 PM //there's some interesting implications to me in their statements that the autobots are, specifically a rebellion, and bee is a traitor, tbh Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:32 PM [[Well, it would be better than not even TRYING to think of an alternative, whatever it was.]] Elita-1 (BeautyandtheBadge)Today at 9:33 PM //Yeah. It's an interesting twist on the war we don't see very often. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:33 PM ((i'm more interested in the numbering system)) Sludge (slvdge)Today at 9:34 PM //she told her mom at the beginning that hank gave her the car tbh, that's an easily disproven lie he's telling??? Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 9:34 PM ((I love the "Yeah, we know.")) Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 9:34 PM ((That "yeah we know" is one of the funniest parts of the movie imo)) ((There is tons of funny stuff but that is so definitive that I just lose it.)) Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 9:34 PM Well, the worst has happened. Chill's started eating and fuel's still available, so he's not going to stop. He'll go to the snack table all by himself. (( It gets me every time. )) Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 9:35 PM ((I like this 18-year-old mechanic/rocker girl's idea of gearing up for battle. pleather vest, fake combat boots, knife in a zip-up pocket.)) Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:35 PM [[Good. Use the family favorite to your advantage.]] Elita-1 (BeautyandtheBadge)Today at 9:36 PM //I love her outfits so much Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 9:36 PM "Oh, he's been demoted from 'friend Powell' to 'human Powell.'" Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 9:36 PM Yeah, he's not looking at the screen again. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:36 PM [[He wonders if the human has noticed that.]] Sludge (slvdge)Today at 9:37 PM Sludge is very avidly watching and taking notes for next time he fights with Grimlock. Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 9:37 PM "NOW you realize that!?" Elita-1 (BeautyandtheBadge)Today at 9:38 PM "Bless Shatter's spark, if she weren't a Decepticon, she might almost be likeable." Admires the ruthlessness, even if she thinks it's being focused in the wrong direction. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:38 PM [[For mechs with solid communications knowledge, they seem alarmingly unaware of the idea of private calls.]] Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 9:38 PM "They were given no reason to 'realize' it before now. ... Besides, admittedly, the name." Sludge (slvdge)Today at 9:38 PM //he's so bad at this i love it Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 9:38 PM ((I like that the inability to tell a good lie is apparently genetic)) Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 9:38 PM Rebel pointedly remains facing the opposite direction from Windchill's face-stuffing. She's just...going to watch the movie. Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 9:39 PM "They probably thought he was going to continue to be complacent." Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 9:39 PM She's going to watch the movie and pretend that she saw none of it. Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 9:39 PM Swoop leeeeeeeans on his leash. He wants to move, Sludge. "Hi," he tries again. Look at him, Elita. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:39 PM [[He knows what the mother is feeling in that moment.]] Sludge (slvdge)Today at 9:39 PM Sludge does not notice, Swoop. He's busy with the movie. Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 9:39 PM "I'm going to make a wild guess: Rumble and Frenzy." Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:39 PM [[So very, very well. And yes. Exactly.]] Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 9:40 PM He focuses more fully on the movie. Oh no. Bumblebee. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:40 PM [[...By SHOOTING him?]] Smokescreen (Ask-Smokescreen)Today at 9:40 PM Dangit, he's starting to tear up. This hurts, this really hurts. He's so close to his own Bee, seeing this Bee like this hurts. Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 9:40 PM "It's a jump start, she's jumping his spark." He quietly reaches for Soundwave's hand. Please work. Elita-1 (BeautyandtheBadge)Today at 9:40 PM He'll get a little side-glance from her for his trouble. "Are you not enjoying the movie, Swoop?" Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:41 PM Soundwave takes the hand. And squeezes it when it looks like Bee is gone. Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 9:41 PM "Movie?" Swoop looks genuinely puzzled. Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 9:41 PM Quietly sighs in relief. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:41 PM Prowl's probably thinking of his own-- oh. Sludge (slvdge)Today at 9:41 PM "Him Bee undead now." Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 9:41 PM "Oh dear..." Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 9:42 PM Windchill's head whips around at the word 'undead.' Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:42 PM [[No, no. He's regularly alive. There's no slobbering and clawing.]] Elita-1 (BeautyandtheBadge)Today at 9:42 PM Motions to the screen with her free hand and smiles. "Movie." Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:42 PM [[...Stunned, perhaps.]] Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 9:42 PM Oh, it's just Bumblebee. Not that exciting. Back to eating. Sludge (slvdge)Today at 9:42 PM "Him Bee was dead, not him Bee not dead. Him Bee undead." It's logic, Soundwave. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:43 PM [[You have to be a variety of alive that still qualifies as dead to be undead.]] Elita-1 (BeautyandtheBadge)Today at 9:43 PM "Does that mean killing someone can be called unaliving them?" Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 9:43 PM ... It occurs to Prowl that he misses Bumblebee quite a lot. Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 9:43 PM Swoop glances at the movie with minimal movement to avoid missing out on any skritches. "Oh." He looks back at her. "Me Swoop like You scratch better." Sludge (slvdge)Today at 9:43 PM He huffs. Soundwave, you're clearly not following the logic. Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 9:43 PM "She's...oh. On no...." Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:43 PM Oh. Oh, that was a huge mistake. There's going to be blood. Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 9:44 PM "It's only 'undead' if they stopped being dead AND didn't start being alive again. He started being alive again, so he's not undead." Elita-1 (BeautyandtheBadge)Today at 9:44 PM "Well, then I suppose I can keep it up a little bit longer." Sludge (slvdge)Today at 9:44 PM Not you too, Prowl. Doesn't anyone understand logic? Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 9:44 PM "Pretty sure it's still necromancy." He's almost done, nobody look. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:44 PM The place is filled with cameras. The building is always looking, Windchill. Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 9:44 PM "Yah, do!" : > Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 9:44 PM When PROWL doesn't understand logic, there's no hope for anyone else. Sludge (slvdge)Today at 9:44 PM "Him Bee is not gun." SpecsToday at 9:45 PM ((I'm having trouble saying concious. I'm signing out now. love you all. )) Sludge (slvdge)Today at 9:45 PM //nini Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:45 PM ((rest well!)) Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 9:45 PM ((g'night! Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 9:45 PM Goddammit, well, he's just going to live with the fact that there's video footage of him being ridiculously short and refueling, neither of which is normal. Elita-1 (BeautyandtheBadge)Today at 9:45 PM //night! Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 9:46 PM Maybe nobody will believe it when they see it. (( Good night! )) Smokescreen (Ask-Smokescreen)Today at 9:46 PM "Soundwave, can I get a few drinks? This has been really good, but Primus, I've been worried about Bee. So much." Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:46 PM [[...One on the house. Pay for any others.]] [[It was a valiant effort, human. If a foolish one.]] Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 9:47 PM "That...yikes..." making a note to keep watch on his Bumblebee too. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:47 PM [[Be grateful they did not run you over.]] Smokescreen (Ask-Smokescreen)Today at 9:47 PM "Thank you, Soundwave! Have I ever told you how nice your visor is?" Smokescreen is running over to the bar, ready for the biggest cube he can get. Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 9:49 PM ((freaking A+ playing with expectations)) ((go movie)) Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 9:49 PM ((that "you thought we were going to be all bayverse didn't you" moment)) Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 9:49 PM ((That was awesome Elita-1 (BeautyandtheBadge)Today at 9:50 PM //ugh why did we have to see him puke, smh Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:50 PM What is that? Trick question: he doesn't care what it is. He wants one anyway. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 9:50 PM He's almost to a full tank. Will he know when to stop? Will he throw up? Pass out? All of those? Maybe. Sludge (slvdge)Today at 9:50 PM "Her Charlie trash." Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 9:50 PM ((that's a trashy move, bee)) Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:50 PM Please, let it not be throwing up. Soundwave would rather not have to clean a puddle off the floor. Smokescreen (Ask-Smokescreen)Today at 9:50 PM "Don't put her in the trash! She's treasure!" Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 9:50 PM Swoop looks over his shoulder at the slack-less leash and then puffs up his cheeks at Elita-1. This is the pits... Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:50 PM At least not until it's outside. Sludge (slvdge)Today at 9:51 PM There's not much left to give slack with Swoop. Such a shame. Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 9:51 PM #FreeSwoop2019 Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 9:51 PM No, let him suffer. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:52 PM [[Hm, nice move.]] Elita-1 (BeautyandtheBadge)Today at 9:53 PM Elita will just have to keep petting him to make up for him being trapped so close and yet so far away. Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 9:53 PM "Me Swoop want to sit..." :< Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 9:54 PM Ooh, chain, hot. Not hot. Smokescreen (Ask-Smokescreen)Today at 9:54 PM "... I was gonna say "Primus I wish that were me" But I'm having second thoughts!" Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 9:54 PM ((I love his death. So damn dramatic. Beautiful.)) Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 9:54 PM "Oh....that ended that." Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:54 PM This Bumblebee actually wouldn't have been too terrible in the Pits. Perhaps not vicious enough to -- oh. No, maybe vicious enough to last a few hundred thousand years. Probably not more than that, though. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 9:55 PM Okay, that's probably enough. Windchill grunts and turns back to the film, walking slowly back in Rebel's general direction looking both sated and totally dazed. He's going to lie down on the floor. Face first, no less. Rebel ignores him. Too weird. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:56 PM ...Well, at least if Windchill's going to be a minicon, he's going to be a well-fed one. Soundwave can't say that's a bad thing in his book. It'll keep Windchill going long enough to - hopefully - get back to normal. And the snacks are there to be snacked on. Good job, snacks. Elita-1 (BeautyandtheBadge)Today at 9:56 PM "Another night, Swoop. I'm sure I'll find the time to visit again." Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 9:56 PM ((She is fuckin BRUTAL and I love it.)) Elita-1 (BeautyandtheBadge)Today at 9:56 PM //my wife //my evil, evil wife Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 9:57 PM (( I love the choreography in this. Can actually see what's going on and it's good. )) Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:57 PM Now, the Decepticon? He'd have liked to see more from them. Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 9:57 PM "No he didn't" Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:57 PM ((and CREATIVE)) Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 9:57 PM Oh, that was an impressive kick. Still. He's not going to miss her. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 9:57 PM Windchill grunts. Something dramatic is happening, but he doesn't care. Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 9:58 PM Swoop is le sad. Look how sad he is Elita. So pitiful. They put him in a leash and put bells on him and now he can't even properly pile up for a movie because Sludge is aaaaaaaallll the way over theeeeeeeerrre. Sludge (slvdge)Today at 9:58 PM Sludge is starting to think he's bothering Elita, so he's going to reel Swoop in now. Quite literally. Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 9:58 PM !!! Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 9:58 PM Suspicious lean. Is the human going to kiss him. Is that where this is going. Is this some kind of organic/bot love story. Figures an Autobot would get into that. Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 9:59 PM Swoop gets yanked to the ground and sliiiiiiiiiides across the floor back to Sludge. Elita-1 (BeautyandtheBadge)Today at 9:59 PM Elita wonders that too. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 9:59 PM Rebel yelps. Windchill lies like a lump. No response. Elita-1 (BeautyandtheBadge)Today at 10:00 PM Oh. Well, guess she stopped petting Swoop because he got dragged off instead. Poor precious Dinobot. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:00 PM ((pictured here: smokescreen arriving after the darkmount battle)) Smokescreen (Ask-Smokescreen)Today at 10:00 PM "Man, is THAT a mood." ((ASDCBZCX SAME THOUGHTS)) Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 10:00 PM ((omg)) Elita-1 (BeautyandtheBadge)Today at 10:00 PM //lol Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 10:00 PM ((is rebel near sludge?)) Sludge (slvdge)Today at 10:00 PM //completel with can you call my mom Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 10:01 PM ((poor smokes Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 10:01 PM (( Reasonably close, she's back where they were before. )) Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:01 PM [[What, she's leaving him? Now? After all of that?]] Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 10:01 PM "He's a soldier and she can't always supply her own breakfast yet." Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 10:01 PM As Swoop gets dragged back to his big brother, he pushes off just hard enough to slide near Rebel, wrapping his arms around her to take someone else on this ride with him. Smokescreen (Ask-Smokescreen)Today at 10:02 PM "No, no nononono- go with Bee! Bee his friend!" Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 10:02 PM "AAH!" She clutches her remaining snacks for DEAR LIFE and is dragged on her butt. Sludge (slvdge)Today at 10:02 PM Sludge reels Swoop in right up to his leg before he stops. There, now he can't bother Elita. Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 10:02 PM "She's....kinda easily damaged." Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:02 PM Frown. [[He supposes. But it would be safer to keep to one human than to risk exposing his secret to Primus knows how many more while navigating Earth.]] Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 10:02 PM Swoop cackles and clings to Rebel like an oversized koala. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 10:03 PM "Yer scratching my butt paint!" Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 10:03 PM "kehehhehehh BUTT" Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 10:03 PM That gets Windchill to lift his head, blinking blearily but no less threatening...until he sees what's really going on. Oh, no matter. Elita-1 (BeautyandtheBadge)Today at 10:03 PM "Well, that was disappointing there at the end." Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 10:03 PM She'll live. Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 10:05 PM Without even thinking, Swoop nips at Rebel's shoulder. Just a regular, everyday dino-playwithme-nibble. But then his processor catches up with him and he looks over at Soundwave, still very much attached to Rebel. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 10:05 PM "You're going to have to clean your butt paint off of Soundwave's floor," Windchill drones from that very same floor. Can't just make messes. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:05 PM He's watching to see if she minds. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 10:06 PM Rebel just looks mildly offended and elbows him. The butt scrapes are worse. She's seen nastier bites besides. "Rude! What if I bite you, huh?" Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:06 PM [[Apologize, Swoop.]] Smokescreen (Ask-Smokescreen)Today at 10:06 PM "Soundwave, is there more? I want more! I love this Bee. Can I meet him sometime? I bet we'd be friends." Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:07 PM [[He could not find another historical film for this timeline. They may be trying to gather scraps of footage and prepare re-enactments.]] Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 10:07 PM Windchill grunts to see that this biting nonsense is about. Sludge (slvdge)Today at 10:07 PM "Me Sludge in charge of him Swoop, not you Soundwave." A hard squint at Soundwave, before he rattles the leash at Swoop. "You Swoop say sorry."

Because Sludge told you to, not because Soundwave did. Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 10:07 PM Swoop's mouth is already open to keep this play fight rolling when Soundwave instructs him. He hunches his shoulders a little and squeezes Rebel closer. "Sorry." ((pff sludge)) Sludge (slvdge)Today at 10:08 PM //sh he takes Grimlock's instructions to be in charge seriously Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 10:08 PM "Okay." She shrugs it off.  "What about my butt?" Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:08 PM Soundwave's lip curls in response to Sludge, but he says nothing. Let the Dinobot think he's the authority figure here if it keeps him from starting his own fight. ((timer: 10:30)) Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 10:08 PM "It a butt." Elita-1 (BeautyandtheBadge)Today at 10:08 PM Arches an eyebrow with interest at Swoop checking in with Soundwave again. Interesting development. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 10:08 PM She rolls her optics. "I know that!" Smokescreen (Ask-Smokescreen)Today at 10:09 PM "Aww. Well- Soundwave, if you wanna come over sometime, I found a documentary from what I think is from a universe similar to ours!" Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:09 PM [[Did you, now? He will consider it.]] Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 10:09 PM "Keehee! Us can, UMM, paint iiiiitttt RED." Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 10:09 PM Rebel gasps. "Like a baboon!" Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:10 PM He does not normally like how wild the crowd gets when Smokescreen shows films, but... research is research. Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 10:10 PM Swoop is just as delighted. "YAH! Kehehh! Monkey butt." Tzeentch [EmotionalSupport]Today at 10:10 PM Glamces up. The movie ended already? Looks at Blaster, then sticks their green tongue at Smokescreen just because. Blep. Smokescreen (Ask-Smokescreen)Today at 10:10 PM "Yeah! But you know the Whirl from the boxierverses? He is apparently here as well." Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 10:10 PM She glances over to see whether this is going to be allowed, but Windchill just blinks. Smokescreen (Ask-Smokescreen)Today at 10:10 PM "Or- he is related to someone the documentary focuses on?" Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:10 PM [[Of course he is. He WAS a Wrecker. ... Did you not have one?]] Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 10:10 PM "Yeeeeaaaaah!" She wasn't told no, so that's a go! Smokescreen (Ask-Smokescreen)Today at 10:11 PM "Well, yeah- but I didn't know he was still online!" percy (microscopicautobot)Today at 10:11 PM Alllriiighty it is time to go home! "Thanks for the stream, Soundwave. See you all next time." Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 10:11 PM Swoop pushes on Rebel's back to get her up onto her feet. "Let's DO IT!" percy (microscopicautobot)Today at 10:11 PM //aka mun is tired and has class at 8 tomorrow so must Sleep Sludge (slvdge)Today at 10:11 PM //nini Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 10:11 PM "Right now?!" She hops to her feet. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:11 PM [[Garish paint, one optic, part of a--]] Mind the company. [[A close group?]]

Soundwave's attention zips over to Perceptor. [[You are welcome. Come again - and keep yourself safe.]] Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 10:11 PM ((g'night! percy (microscopicautobot)Today at 10:12 PM "I'll try the best that I can." Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 10:12 PM Windchill rests his forehead on the floor. "What time is it?" Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 10:12 PM "YAH! Us Dinobots have red!" Swoop gestures to Sludge's much more substantial surface area. Smokescreen (Ask-Smokescreen)Today at 10:12 PM Also! Also! Soundwave, Soundwave, dance with me! Sludge (slvdge)Today at 10:12 PM They do? Oh. They do. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:13 PM [[No, thank you. He is conserving energy at the moment. He has been rather busy lately, and would like to ensure that he has enough fuel for what may yet come.]] Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 10:13 PM Pats the dragon he's been holding. "Movie's done." Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 10:13 PM "Okay!" She brushes off her butt, prepared for a painting. "Maybe we can do that right after!" Rebel side eyes the panda-coloured lump on the floor, not sure what to do about it. "Uh, well." Tzeentch [EmotionalSupport]Today at 10:14 PM "Have a good time?" Looks up. Smokescreen (Ask-Smokescreen)Today at 10:14 PM "Oh, fair enough! I get that, I've been having a lot of busy nights, too." Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 10:14 PM Once Rebel is up and about, Swoop gets his hands under himself so he can do a handspring up to his--HRK! That damn leash! Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 10:14 PM "Um....kinda? It wasn't bad, so, yeah?" Sludge (slvdge)Today at 10:15 PM Sludge makes a startled noise and slackens the leash in response. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 10:15 PM Rebel points at Windchill's prone form. "Is he dead?" She moves to circle around him, not sure what to do yet. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:15 PM How did he say that with a straight f... a straight mou... how did he say that with an even tone of thought? Easy: Decepticons are good liars, even if they do have an odd aversion to making up a less obvious faction name. Even the ones that aren't anymore. Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 10:16 PM Swoop makes his best I'm deeeead face at Sludge, complete with a lolled out tongue. Smokescreen (Ask-Smokescreen)Today at 10:16 PM ((Man this song just takes me back to the unicron eating game i made for a class last year dasbxcv)) Sludge (slvdge)Today at 10:16 PM "Him Swoop dead." Tzeentch [EmotionalSupport]Today at 10:16 PM "Good enough!" Grins. "Better get back before Soundwave shoos us out. And before Har annoys the twins." Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 10:17 PM Prowl: is what may yet come. Sludge (slvdge)Today at 10:17 PM //fghf Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:17 PM ((lhgewhpgwghwa)) Sludge (slvdge)Today at 10:17 PM //he sure is fgbfg Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 10:17 PM "Wha-oh, yikes. He's not gonna, is he?" Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 10:17 PM "Me Swoop dead." Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 10:17 PM She waves that off. Swoop isn't lying immobile on the floor in a food coma. "It's gettin' late and he's liable to..." she gestures with her hands. "POOF back to normal any time. That's what he said." She crab-walks around some more. Sludge (slvdge)Today at 10:17 PM "Me Sludge take you Swoop home now." Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:17 PM [[He doesn't shoo out until shortly before. There are approximately seven minutes until then.]] Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 10:18 PM Swoop makes no attempt to get up. He holds his arms up to Sludge and makes grabby hands. Tzeentch [EmotionalSupport]Today at 10:18 PM "Depends on the type of annoying. Just being there he's bothersome." Laughs. Sludge (slvdge)Today at 10:18 PM "ME Sludge give you dead Swoop to him Grimlock." Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:18 PM ...Although for Prowl's sake, perhaps he should. [[But he welcomes anyone who would like to give him extra time to rearrange the furniture to move toward their own homes.]] Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 10:18 PM "Iffn' I pick him up now he might get big and crush me. If I don't he'll get big and I won't be able to move 'im." She grunts. A dilemma. "Swoop!" Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 10:19 PM "I can help arrange the furniture." Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 10:19 PM "Kay." Swoop is all grins. "Bring Her Rebel too. For butt paint!" Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 10:19 PM "Oh, no, sorry Soundwave. Just worried that Har might rile the twins up...again" Sludge (slvdge)Today at 10:19 PM Oh, he wants to be lifted? Okay. Sludge scoops him up without argument, turning to the door before peering back at Windchill and Rebel. "Me Sludge carry him Windchill too." Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:19 PM [[A problem indeed.]] Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 10:19 PM "You Sludge big." Tzeentch [EmotionalSupport]Today at 10:19 PM "Least you're not bridge locked anymore." Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:19 PM Does Soundwave trust Sludge to hoist Windchill up without causing harm? Does Windchill even want to be carried? Suspicious watch. Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 10:20 PM "Hush, you." Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 10:20 PM She squints, eyeing Sludge up and down. "He might get big." "Real big." Tzeentch [EmotionalSupport]Today at 10:20 PM Cackles. Sludge (slvdge)Today at 10:20 PM "Me Sludge biggest." Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 10:20 PM "Pfft. You Sludge don't know shit." Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:20 PM [[He appreciates your offer, Prowl. Thank you for volunteering.]] Sludge (slvdge)Today at 10:21 PM A squint, before he looks around. "Him Soundwave place too small. Me Sludge outside, dinobot. Then you see me Sludge big. You ride Me Sludge home." Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:21 PM Soundwave is mildly offended by that statement. He regularly has SHUTTLES in here, sir. Do you know how big they get in some verses? Smokescreen (Ask-Smokescreen)Today at 10:21 PM "I should probably head off, but do you need any help cleaning up, Soundwave? Or I could play some recorder for you?" Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 10:21 PM Swoop's mood immediately lightens. Riding a brontosaurus around is a great time and he is here for it. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 10:21 PM "I can drive my own self!" She reaches down, cautiously grabbing one of Windchill's comatose baby feet. Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 10:21 PM "Right...I think it's time to head home...." Sludge (slvdge)Today at 10:22 PM He's been told time and again by Ratchet that he is Too Big for all buildings Soundwave. As far as he is concerned, all buildings are too small. Tzeentch [EmotionalSupport]Today at 10:22 PM Unicron was here once. A gaseousdragon, but still! Beeeeeeg! "Do I get to be carried?" Grins at Blaster. Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 10:22 PM "You Rebel come up here! It fun on Sludge back. Him BIG." Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:22 PM [[He will not need additional help cleaning up. You may send him a recorder... recording, on your own time. It will be easier to file that way.]] Sludge (slvdge)Today at 10:22 PM Sludge is already heading outside, ready to transform. And swap the leash to his mouth before Swoop can escape. Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 10:22 PM At least a few seats are already freed up. Without moving, Prowl opens bridges under them to neatly drop them in their appropriate spots. Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 10:23 PM ... Damn. Blaster (boomtanknotboombox)Today at 10:23 PM "Sure, why not? C'mon." up now, he's heading out. "Good night!" Smokescreen (Ask-Smokescreen)Today at 10:23 PM "Aww, fair enough. But I could play recorder to this! I think!" Smokescreen's already getting the recorder ready, "Actually, Swoop, have you ever heard of a recorder? I bet you'd love it!" Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:23 PM He somehow manages to keep his mouth in a straight, flat line when he sees the leash dangling from Sludge's mouth. Sludge (slvdge)Today at 10:23 PM The important thing here, Soundwave, is that he still has a hold on Swoop. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:23 PM [[Five minutes until closing time.]] Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 10:24 PM If she drags the bastard out by his feet, there's less chance of being spontaneously crushed. That's her plan, she's going for it. Rebel's going to cautiously back her scraped butt towards the door to drag Windchill out. Sludge (slvdge)Today at 10:24 PM "Me Sludge leaving now. You Rebel come or go?" Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 10:24 PM Swoop can't answer you, Smokescreen. He's too busy being connected to a brontosaurus that's walking into the sunset. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 10:24 PM "I'm coming." Slowly. Tzeentch [EmotionalSupport]Today at 10:24 PM "Whee~! Night Smokey, Prowl, Slendy." Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:24 PM He'll get to putting the snacks away. Better not leave them out and accidentally encourage someone to stay. Windchill might pop. Tzeentch [EmotionalSupport]Today at 10:24 PM And night others too! Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 10:24 PM He might. Smokescreen (Ask-Smokescreen)Today at 10:24 PM "Aww, night night!" Fair enough! Smokescreen will do a few doots on his recorder as he finally starts to head home. He'll definitely teach Swoop one day! Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:24 PM [[Goodnight, other dragon.]] Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 10:24 PM "Evening." Elita-1 (BeautyandtheBadge)Today at 10:25 PM "Well, this has been fun." Will stand and push her own chair back into place. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:25 PM [[For you.]] Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 10:25 PM And a couple more chairs are bridged back into place. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:25 PM Personally, he spent the whole night wondering if she was going to try to convince everyone of Miko's old rumor. Bad enough what his own world's Prowl told him. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 10:26 PM Close enough. "Okay, watch it!" Rebel scoops Windchill up and chucks him out the door before he can spontaneously change size and kill anyone. "Now I can go!" Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:26 PM ...He's so close to saying something. On the other hand, Windchill's her surrogate creator. Windchill can probably say something. Still. He doesn't exactly like it, and that's that for the record. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 10:27 PM Chill is outside, that's the beginning and the end of her problems. He can get home on his own when he wakes up or whatever is going on. She has dinosaurs to ride and butts to paint. Sludge (slvdge)Today at 10:27 PM And off Sludge goes with his cargo. Goodnight. Swoop (medicalmurdersaurus)Today at 10:28 PM is cargo Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 10:28 PM And they ride off into the sunset. Elita-1 (BeautyandtheBadge)Today at 10:28 PM "You seemed to be enjoying yourself just fine on the couch, Soundwave."

Nah, that's something of a overused joke and not really good for teasing him with considering how long it's been since they last spoke. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:29 PM Now what's that supposed to mean. [[He was. Thank you.]] Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 10:29 PM Should hope he was. Windchill + Rebel (chillintel)Today at 10:30 PM (( Whoops closed discord and forgot to leave GOODNIGHT ALL )) Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 10:30 PM ((LOL it happens. night!)) Elita-1 (BeautyandtheBadge)Yesterday at 10:31 PM She bows slightly at the shoulders. "You're welcome. Enjoy the rest of your evening, Soundwave. Prowl." And out she goes with a wave to them both. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Yesterday at 10:31 PM [[He intends to, yes.]] Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Yesterday at 10:31 PM "Evening..." What is Tall, Pink, and Handsome's name. "Evening." Soundwave (Slenderwave)Yesterday at 10:31 PM @P: [[Elita-1.]] Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Yesterday at 10:31 PM "Elite One." Elita-1 (BeautyandtheBadge)Yesterday at 10:32 PM //lol prowl Soundwave (Slenderwave)Yesterday at 10:32 PM Soundwave's going to stand near the door until he can't even hear her footsteps anymore. She'd better move quickly, or she's going to get subjected to the randomization function on the bridge. He likes that function. It's entertaining. Elita-1 (BeautyandtheBadge)Yesterday at 10:34 PM She can drive plenty fast despite her size thank you very much. Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Yesterday at 10:34 PM Look at Soundwave, all the way over by the door. Prowl's half tempted to bridge Soundwave directly into Prowl's lap. That seems like the kind of spontaneous romantic gesture that normal people make. However. ... It also seems extremely rude. How do normal people tolerate each other? ... Maybe if he warns him first. "Brace yourself." Soundwave (Slenderwave)Yesterday at 10:35 PM Soundwave twists partway to look back, locking the door. [[Hmm?]] Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Yesterday at 10:35 PM Bridge. The exit bridge is even at a slight tilt so that he lands on Prowl butt-first instead of feet-first. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Yesterday at 10:41 PM Soundwave gets the notification from the bridge just before the ground disappears under him and tries to claw at the door for support, confused enough by the seeming betrayal to draw in an audible deep breath. Suddenly, he regrets their being smooth glass with no handles whatsoever.

At least until he comes out the other side and lands on Prowl's lap with a quiet grunt. It takes him half a second to make sense of where he is, and twice that to decide he rather liked the move. He stretches backward, pulling his spines into the pack, and tilts his helm back, whirring. Hello~ [[He appreciates your creativity with bridges.]] Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Yesterday at 10:42 PM The gasp and the clawing are a very bad sign, but Soundwave seems accepting enough of the whole thing on the other side of the bridge. Still not sure if that was okay to do. "Good move or bad m—? Okay. Good." Soundwave (Slenderwave)Yesterday at 10:43 PM [[Startling. He is unaccustomed to being the one being dropped through a portal. But not bad. Impressive. And much faster than walking.]] Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Yesterday at 10:44 PM "Good! I'm glad it was well-received." And with that established, he's tugging Soundwave into a kiss. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Yesterday at 10:48 PM Soundwave is more than willing to be tugged, and lifts his arms to try lacing his fingers behind Prowl's back in the hope of keeping Prowl locked into the kiss a bit longer than he otherwise might've been. He's been waiting for this since before the movie, and does he ever want it. He's NEVER heard Prowl stay at a steady rumble like that before; it's been killing him with curiosity. Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Yesterday at 10:55 PM Oh, rest assured, Prowl plans to remain locked in that kiss for a nice solid length of time. Nipping Soundwave's lip, trailing a few stray kisses around the edge of his face beyond the corners of his mouth, teasing his teeth with the tip of his tongue. He passed "thirsty" some time ago and at this point could better be described as "ravenous." Soundwave (Slenderwave)Yesterday at 11:08 PM That's - he can feel that. That's Prowl's tongue. Prowl hasn't licked him since--!

Soundwave has no idea what's gotten into the mech, but he's grateful it has. He pulls the half-visor off and gently tosses it to the nearest table, wanting to see this with his own optics. A series of tiny clicks and just enough of a pull back to make room and his mandibles spread open wide to tap against Prowl's lips. Two catch at the bottom one and hold it still long enough for his pincers to take control.

He's going to shift and twist around on Prowl's lap, wanting to be face-to-face but unwilling to break the kiss. These are his lips now. He's keeping them to himself all night - or at least until he finds better places to put his mouth. Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Yesterday at 11:12 PM Prowl's lips are Soundwave's to keep. He pauses, for just a moment—optics bright but half-lidded, engine roaring, lips parted with Soundwave's mandibles tugging at the lower one—and then he dives back in. These are HIS pincers now. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Yesterday at 11:18 PM Prowl is welcome to them. Soundwave's busy being all hands and feelers. Two slide up Prowl's arms, seeking gaps for fingers to sink into and grip; two coil around his knees, slowly snaking between them and beneath Soundwave, their tendrils ticking over the inside of Prowl's thighs.

A wild thought pops into Soundwave's head. Data. Everything's better with data.

[[He found the-]] Words. What are words. His are trying to leave. Come back here; he needs you. [[The blueprints for the station. Earlier.]] Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Yesterday at 11:21 PM Oh—hands! Prowl almost forgot hands. His were wrapped around Soundwave's shoulder and lower back; but at the reminder that he could be USING them for something, he starts trailing them down Soundwave's sides, fingertips seeking lights.

"Uh-huh?" He strains against the coils to separate his knees a bit further, tilting his hips so the tendrils have easier access to his panel. «Show me. I want to see.» Soundwave (Slenderwave)Yesterday at 11:36 PM When the hand leaves his back, Soundwave lets slip a wordless burst of almost-disappointment. He likes being held there, clutched close. It quickly drowns under a wave of fresh excitement when he feels the fingers moving over his sides. Prowl knows by now where Soundwave's own panel is - and if he's forgotten, the pulsing of the lights will be glad to remind him.

Are they getting ahead of themselves? He has no idea. He isn't inclined to care. The way Prowl's going, Soundwave doubts this is going to be a short one-and-done session. There's time for more tonight. Lots more.

Layer after layer of complex, footnote-laden construction plans peel off Soundwave's collection. Floor after floor, room after room, every screw and bolt and seam and plate and wire and button going toward that damned metal behemoth laid out in excruciatingly precise detail.

Soundwave's feelers are just as methodical in their investigation. The tendrils are thin, but the leads at their ends are thinner still, and slide just beneath the panel's edges to run themselves along its sides, offering the tiniest of jolts  while they search for a switch, a hinge, or some other blessed thing willing to grant them entry. Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Yesterday at 11:46 PM Prowl moans into Soundwave's mouth as the data pours through, all hard lines and numbers, from the vast sweeping curve of the hull to the individual wires directed to each little switch. His fingers twitch with overeagerness as his fingertips, far blunter than Soundwave's tendrils, run along the edge of Soundwave's panel; open up, let him in.

He's had the plans only a few seconds before he pings Soundwave back, smugly, with one layer and one spot on it circled in a neat red line. «Weak spot.»

His panel snaps open, crackling with electricity as it drags under Soundwave's leads. Soundwave (Slenderwave)Today at 12:07 AM The sound immediately becomes one of the highlights of Soundwave's collection. He'll develop a habit of playing it back to himself on future nights, biting his own arm to keep from matching the noise. For now, it spurs him into biting Prowl instead, wishing more than anything he could draw energon - that he could actually taste something other than flavorless light, and always know that it belongs to his amica.

Something to look into when he's not focused on tracing the ridges in Prowl's throat cabling with his tongue.

He'd meant to tease Prowl, to keep his panel closed a while yet and see if he could make Prowl beg. The speed with which the neat red line appears completely spoils that plan. The panel pops open like a safe door at a burglar's convention, inviting Prowl to do as he pleases, and Soundwave doesn't bother trying to shut it.

He shivers and pulls to the side, meaning to knock Prowl down onto his back - all the more room for those tendrils to better angle themselves against Prowl's valve, twisting together as they rub upward and fanning out to trail over empty ports when they drift down again.

It's asking a little too much of his balance just then.

That's all right. The floor's nice too, and he can have just as much fun on his own back. Prowl (verdigrisprowl)Today at 12:12 AM With Soundwave's panel exposed, Prowl hooks one arm behind Soundwave's back to pull him close again; which means that when Soundwave topples, Prowl comes right along with him. He inhales sharply in surprise, then lets out a wheezy laugh. Having Soundwave pinned under him is a comparative rarity, but one he thinks he'll enjoy quite a bit for the moment. And Soundwave will have his turn on top soon enough.

Trailing staticky fingertips against Soundwave's port, rocking his hips against Soundwave's, Prowl crushes his lips to Soundwave's again.

[klimtandbencbatch]

Sounds Like a Deal

I promise PROMISE I’m gonna get back to answering prompts, I’ve been in a bit of a writer’s block funk lately, but this came to me in the shower and I had to write it

Hey, I’ve got some new specs on some tech I’m making for you. Come over. TS

There’ll be wine if you say yes ;) TS

Stephen read over the texts again and again as he rode up in the elevator towards Tony’s new penthouse - the man had gotten it a few months back, and had apparently already wheedled and begged and bribed his way to an extension on the apartment (read: bought the ones underneath it), and had tricked it out with a smaller version of his workshop at the compound. He’d invited Stephen over almost completely out of the blue. And while Stephen had initially been ready to say no, he fixated so hard on the winky-face emoji that he found it impossible to decline.

Winky-face. That meant something, right?

Their relationship had shifted from Iron Man and Doctor Strange to something more personable, a bit more intimate. Stephen Strange and Tony Stark hung out occasionally, now. Which, Stephen guessed, it was led to this. Wine and tech specs on a Thursday evening.

He stepped off the elevator as the doors opened with a quiet tinkling of chimes, walking right into Tony’s living room. He smiled, some of his nerves melting away. The man really had an eye for interior design. The place was spacious, but somehow still homey, the modern-ish furniture not too new-age to be alienating. The couch looked especially inviting, but Stephen could already hear music coming from down the newly-installed (according to Tony) spiral staircase.

He headed down, his hands tucked in the pockets of his pants as he made his way towards the sound. He chuckled quietly to himself as he began to recognize it, humming along as he caught sight of Tony’s hair bobbing about behind some holoscreens and projected blue prints.

“Chuck Mangione,” he said as he came in, pointing up towards the ceiling. “Nice choice.”

“Hey, yknow, rock usually does it for me, but this isn't exactly a big - rockets and stuff project, so I figured I’d tone it down. Something more your speed,” Tony answered with a smile, nodding over towards a nearby table. “Dum-E’s got the wine, if you can wrestle it away from ‘im. You’ve got a problem, mister!” he called after the bot as it wheeled across the floor, whirring excitedly and swinging a bottle of shiraz dangerously by the neck.

Stephen laughed, jogging over after the bot and politely working the bottle from its grip. “An even nicer choice,” he murmured, glancing over the label.

“Oh, don't act all sommelier on me,” Tony said, tweaking a few more things with some quick gestures of his hands. “Just pour me a glass. It’s got alcohol in it.”

They began to look over Tony’s plans that he had - a new set of stabilizing gloves for Stephen to use in combat. “I’ve got it so it’s sort of like that Copperfit stuff, or whatever. The Brett Favre commercials.”

“Yeah,” Stephen agreed, looking more closely at the sketch floating in front of him.

“You put it on, and it'll amplify your body’s energy signature. So you'll be stronger, and it’ll help steady your hands in the meantime.”

Stephen made a sound of disbelief, looking over at Tony as the other man sipped from his glass, swirling it and making a face of mock contemplation. “How long have you been working on this?” he asked.

Tony flushed slightly, though Stephen had to scrutinize him pretty hard to pick it out. “Oh, yknow. About a month. Just - everyone else has some sort of stupid tech thing from me. Didn't want the new kid to feel left out.”

“He doesn’t," Stephen assured. “This is - Tony, this is really incredible.”

Tony nodded, his eyes glazed over as he looked at the plans. Suddenly, he snapped his fingers, gesturing up. “Herbie Hancock.”

Stephen paused, listening before a smile broke over his face. “Yeah. Very good.”

Tony looked smug, exaggeratedly holding out his pinky as he downed the rest of his wine. "Well, when you appreciate fine jazz as much as I do…”

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Neither of them were sure how it happened, but another bottle of wine later, they'd made their way upstairs, looking over Tony’s vinyl collection and plopping record after record onto the old player that Tony had in his lounge.

“Oh, wow,” Stephen breathed, pulling one out of the collection with an air of reverence, holding it carefully in his trembling hands. “‘In A Silent Way’. Is this - ?”

“An original, yep,” Tony said, smiling. God, Stephen was cute up close. Strip away all the magic and robes and belts (why so many belts?) and he was a kid in a candy store. Tony could practically see the memories flitting across his face.

“This was the first record I ever bought with my own money,” Stephen laughed. “Damn. It’s in beautiful condition,” he said, sliding it out of its jacket, his mouth slightly agape in awe.

“You got a collection somewhere in that madhouse you call home?” Tony asked, looking around to see where their third bottle had gotten off to.

“…I had one, yeah,” Stephen answered, slowly putting the record back. “I, um. After my accident, I sort of… Lost it. I went nuts looking for a doctor to fix me, any surgeon that would - take me on and make me whole again.” He shook his head, looking down at his hands as they shook slightly, his scarred fingers spread wide. “I sold everything I owned. Most of my watches, all my furniture, my suits, my - my record collection, too. A few of them had been my dad’s, the ones he - managed to buy when he scraped some extra money together.”

Both men were silent for a bit. Tony let the information sink in, making sure to file it away for later. Just before the silence got too awkward, Tony cleared his throat, pulling the album back out and holding it out to Stephen. “Take it.”

“I can't do that,” Stephen said immediately. “It’s an original, Tony, it’s worth - “

“Take a look around you, sweetheart,” Tony said, gesturing to the rather plush lounge they were standing in. “Does money look like it matters to me? I want you to have it. Consider it an investment in your new collection. Something to start with.”

Stephen smiled, laughing a bit. “I - don’t know what to say,” he admitted, his hands closing around the record as he admired the cover again.

“Say you'll come over for a wine night again,” Tony offered, reaching out to place a hand on Stephen’s arm, squeezing gently.

“Do I get to walk away with another record?” Stephen teased.

“Hey, if you play your cards right.”

They shared a laugh for a moment, their eyes holding one another's gaze. Stephen broke first, looking down to appreciate the album in his hands again.

“Thanks, Tony. Seriously. For - the gloves, and the - honestly, for the best night I've had in years,” Stephen sighed, offering Tony a small, genuine smile.

“Hey, any time,” Tony said, finally locating the third bottle. “Ah ha! Now, help me finish this little bastard, and then I'll let you go home.”

Stephen grinned, slipping his new record out of its sleeve and placing it on the player, standing back as the music began to play. "Sounds like a deal.”