#im not sure what else to tag this pff

[teriyakiaqi]

Almost forgot to Tumblr post!! Here is a piece because I felt it VERY important to commemorate @effen-draws and our conversations.

Greyscale version + Sketch below

[dokifluffs]

Falling Asleep on Him | Kenma, Kuroo

Pairings: Kenma X Reader (gender neutral), and Kuroo X Reader (gender neutral) ft. Kenma

Genre: some more fluff to read before bed 🥰

Author’s Note: im always soft 

Warning: post time skip kenma! 

Falling Asleep on Them | Tsukishima, Akaashi, Iwaizumi // Falling Asleep on Them | Oikawa, Atsumu // Falling Asleep on Them | Yamaguchi, Ushijima, Osamu 

Kenma: 

“Thank you ‘NekoKitty33,’ for subscribing,” Kenma read the viewer’s name from his second monitor as he focused on the game on his primary monitor

His usual setup was adjusted so he sat on the floor instead of at his usual desk with the camera pointed toward him

Today, you were his special guest, appearing in the famous Kozume livestream for charity event

His viewers loved it when Kenma had you as his guest- his comments reading about how much calmer he was, not easily fazed by losing or anything

This also meant that he was actually eating since you fed him fruits, fries, whatever food you had hand or had ordered

His room was chilled to his liking, always keeping him and his set top cool from any overheating, the cloudy light shining through his window onto the two of you from the side, the lights behind his monitors and in the background changing

About a couple of hours had passed with kenma playing his third game, soon changing to his next game

His voice was always so soothing to you and you got to hear it as he read out his viewers gifts and donations as well as as he talked with his teammates

You sat beside him, watching as his character flashed around playing fortnite with his teammates, exchanging guns and potions

His team won and had been winning all day

“Alright guys, we hit the $5k milestone for charity, this means Y/N will get to do my hair and we’ll answer some questions that you guys send in.”

He slipped off his headset and set the controller down as you grabbed the hair ties and brush. You had been thinking about what to do about his hair- either space buns or pigtails but you settled for space buns, adding in sailor moon clips to get the full meatball bun effect

“Pff, thank you,” he laughed seeing the reveal. “And someone asked what do you wanna do if you weren’t here today,” he looked to you

“Mmm maybe a nap,” you said slowly, unsure of really what to say cause you had nothing else planned regardless

“Are you tired?” Kenma asked, brushing your hair from your face

“A little,” you yawned, his fingers intertwined with your hair, his chat blowing up with all the comments about how soft the Kodzuken was for you. “I didn’t sleep too well last night,’ you yawned once again, smiling softly to kenma, forgetting you were on a stream in front of thousands

The two of you answered a couple more questions before he returned back to his charity stream

You sat closely beside him after the little break, grabbing a spare blanket to drape over your laps and a pillow for you to hold

You didn’t even realize your breathing slowing, your focus wavering as you drifted

Kenma felt the slightest bump in his shoulder, glancing to find you dozing off. He moved his character to a safer area before returning his attention to you

“Hold on guys,” set down his controller and moved your head to his lap, moving so the blanket covered you more as he continued to play on, your arms hugging the pillow snuggly. “Alright, im back,” his chat blowing up once again

“Thank you for being here, today,” he smiled to himself

Kuroo: 

“You need to treat ‘y’ as an implicit function of ‘x’ here,” Kuroo’s voice droned in the bedroom as he tutored Kenma with his Calculus, a class he already took around his first year at Nekoma

It amazed you how he remembered it, making it look so easy- though he had to read through Kenma’s textbook to refresh his memory

The fan blew around the room, keeping it cool as the three of you sat in his spacious room, getting all the math for an upcoming exam drilled into your head

It had been like this for the past two to three days without their practice taking too much time

Kuroo had been tutoring the two of you since the end of junior high to still now in his third year

Every time there were upcoming tests, exams, he made sure the two of you were familiar enough with the content to do well

You yawned for the nth time, feeling your mind spin as your eyes closed, the hot tears streaming from your tired eyes and down your cheeks

“Are you crying?” Kuroo glanced over, his arms and legs crossed as he sat straight up

“No, I’m just tired, I didn’t sleep well last night,” you pouted, resting your chin on the table, seeing your notes up close

“Sleep well tonight then, your tests are coming.” He glanced back over to kenma. “Also finish your practice problems I made for you.” He poked your forehead, getting a groan out of you

You huffed out a deep breath and continued doing your practice problems, only having a few left

The sounds of your pencil working on your notebook began to drag, your eyes struggling to stay open

You could feel your head swaying in little circles as you refrained yourself the best you could to stay awake

You needed to finish the problems or else you would have to stay up late again to study more yourself

Kuroo’s attention shifted to you seeing the way you moved in his peripheral vision, your pencil and hand no longer doing any more work he had set for you

You gave in, no longer able to stay awake anymore. You desperately needed sleep

Just as your head was about to collide with the table, Kuroo’s hand caught your forehead, the back of his hand being the only contact made with the wooden table

“How long did you stay up for?” He asked himself even though it was directed toward you but there was no way he was going to get an answer out of you

The warmth of his hand relaxed your head and body

He pulled your body closer to his, resting your back to the side of his torso, his hand loosely wrapped around you waist and resting on your hip

“I want to sleep, too,” Kenma yawned

“Finish the problem first and then sleep,” Kuroo slid the notebook toward his childhood friend, a clear sigh coming from him as he looked back down to you, seeing your face close up

“Rest well,” he mumbled to the crown of your head, letting you rest instead of waking you after seeing the bags beneath your eyes, how comfortable you were resting against him

He rubbed your hip a little before continuing his lesson with Kenma, working through the problem, keeping his voice down to not wake you

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[dustinnnaaa]

(i wanted to follow the comic @crazyaboutart15

*norman and linsday walk back to the house with her headband on*

Allie: ah so you found it where was it?

Linsday: it was in the forest :v

allie: well im glad you guys found it :)

Norman: hey how bout we all go back outside while we still have free time

Linsday: heh sure

*all go outside*

*dei is at the bottom of the hill with gilda and don*: cmon guys lets play tag!

Norman: well be right there

*later on all of them are in the forest and norman is it*

Linsday: ah norman you scared me!

Norman: got ya

Linsday: all thats left is allie, pff shes probably hiding in a tree or something

Norman: yea ill go look for her, you head back

*Norman looking for allie*

*allie tried to swing on vines with her magic but it didnt worked out as she hoped she got tangled up in them*

Sees norman coming, allie: hey norman!

Norman runs to allie: what the hell happend?.

Allie: mmmmmm well i was using my plant magic to swing in vines to get to a higher tree spot and now im stuck in a bunch, heh havent got the hand of my plant majic just yet :")

Norman: *tries to pull her out* im no use, ill call the others

*the others go to see what is happening

Linsday: welp lets try and get her out or romeo will be very dissapointed to never see juliet again

Ray: sthu (short for shut the hell up)

Linsday: just sayin

*all of them try pulling her out until she finally came out but hit the floor*

Allie: ow.... Im free YES FINALLY!

Linsday: *waiting for a thank you*

Allie: thank you so much guys! Id be stuck there forever if it wasnt for you

Norman: heh we should be going by the house now, mom is gonna worry

Emma: your right lets go guys

*all of them walking back*

Ray:nextime you call me romeo or something else im kick-

Linsday: hey i thought we were helping eachother out!

Ray: mhmmmmm just keep your mouth shut or-

Linsday: ok ok sorry

Ray: yea you better be

Allie - looks at emma- do you know what them two are on about?

Emma: nope :p

*all are back at the house for dinner*

*all saying prayers and start to eat there food*

(feel free to continue because my mind is yet again blank

[dontdowhatisayandnobodygetshurt]

tag game!

Rules of the Game: Answer these questions and tag 10 blogs you’d like to know better!

I was tagged by @myriadimagines, thank you so much my cookie!! :D

Nickname(s):��Matt, Matty, Maths, Mushroom, Mijo, Bubba (by my parents, don’t y’all even think about it)

Zodiac: Pisces

Height: 5′4

Time: 1:49PM

Favorite Band/Artist: The 1975/Bon Iver/Of Monsters and Men

Song Stuck in my Head: Crocodile Rock by Elton John

Last Movie I saw: Megamind

Last Thing I googled: ‘why is my chicken screaming’ lmao

Other Blogs: None, as I’m sure is obvious by the absolute garbage mess this blog is

Do I get asks?: I tend to have one day where I get a ton and then a week where I don’t get any, rinse and repeat

Why this Username?: A warning for people to never follow my advice and also an inside joke with myself

Following: 562

Average Amount of Sleep: Like 5 hours lmao

Lucky Number: 3 and/or 11

What am I Wearing: Black short-sleeved T with a hood (yes I love it) with my green flannel over it n tracksuit pants bc the only time I wear anything but trackies is if I have to look presentable, they’re so cOMFORTABLE

Dream Job: Author or an actor...?

Dream Trips: America and Europe to visit frens!! :D

Favorite Food:  🍕 (like all berries are good tho, especially cranberries, strawberries and blackberries, gimme gimme gimme)

Instruments I play: 0, I wanna learn a lot of them tho

Eye Color: Brown

Hair Color: Dark brown

Aesthetic: fuck I never know what my aesthetic is i am a MESS Plants on the windowsill, hand-me-down clothes from the Vietnam war, feathers, flannels, sturdy boots, cups of tea, stacks of books, reaction memes everywhere, messy hair, one (1) kind-of sort-of dimple

Languages I speak: Trying my darnedest to learn Spanish, my English isn’t much better tbh even tho it’s my birth language lmao

Most Iconic Song: Take Me to Church by Hozier

Random Fact: My eyes change colour. And before you get excited, they change colour from mud brown to dirt brown, nothing special pff

I tag @lielith, @sir-pattystew (here love, to help you procrastinate XD), @bennyhargreeves, @molliwolf, @im-fire-and-flood, @tiannawashere, @fiveheaded-drunk-god, @fairylightsandthings, and anybody else that would like to do it!! :D

[julia-highstorms]

If Jane Was Here (Noah’s POV) - Ch. 10

Summary: ILITW by Noah’s point of view. Previous chapters here

Author’s Note: all characters belong to Pixelberry Studios. From now on, I'll be writing with a gender neutral MC. I'll try to update all the previous character with the proper pronouns. And in next chapter the betrayal of our favorite beanie boy starts! [cries in emo]

Rating: PG-13 (language)

Pairing: Noah x MC

Word count: 2279

Tagging @kurbqa @miragemeister @yertletheturtle04 @mysteriouslady4 @klaudiana-beaumontkk @katiehawkeyebishop @melchann @imgoingtocurnyscho @jadedpixiescribbles @gameofstrangerwars @american-duchess @blackheartdreams @indiacater

If you want to be tagged, let me know!

Chapter 10 - I'm Not Scared

The nightmares kept coming, especially after Lily’s disconcerting text about the basketball game that happened that evening. Noah dreamed about Jane, Mr. Red, spiders and the darkness.

He woke up feeling more exhausted than when he went to sleep. He and Mom had a little argument, as usual, and he left for school. There, MC caught up with him as he walked up the front steps. They looked as tired as him.

“Wow, you look as bad as I feel. Didn’t sleep well?”

“Nightmares. You too?” – he nodded ruefully, rubbing his eyes.

“I can barely think straight. Pretty sure I called my mom a fascist for asking me to take out the garbage this morning.” – he said, as they stepped through the front doors.

As both of them walked down the hall, they spotted Andy walking in the opposite direction.

“Hey! How’re you holding up?” – MC asked the short boy.

“Hangin’ in there. How about y—”

“Hey, ‘King Kang’, you throw that game on purpose, or are you just an one-hit wonder?”

“But you’re glad those spiders showed up, huh? Nice excuse for ditching the game early!” – Andy flinched as the mocking voices shouted down the hall.

“Wha... Hey! You wanna say that to my face?!” – and then he walked past them, chasing the mocking laughter.

“We’ve gotta do something about this Mr. Red situation before one of us cracks.” – Noah observed.

“Well, I for one am done taking hits. It’s time we start hitting back.” – MC said with a determinated frown on their face.

“Yeah, totally!” – he felt slightly inspired by them. – “So uh... what do you want to do?”

“Homework.” – and then, they started furiously typing on their phone. Noah’s own phone vibrated inside his pocket. He fished it and read the group text.

MC: “ATTENTION LITTERALLY EVERYONE!”

MC: “Mr red is going to come after us all”

MC: “Which is definitely my fault and im sorry”

MC: “But I think we can all agree that we need to find a way to stop him”

MC: “Im going to the library tonight to get to the bottom of this”

MC: “To find some way to stop/banish/kill him.”

MC: “Can I count on you?”

Stacy surprisingly was the first one to text back:

Stacy: “I’ll be there.”

Noah: “You don’t have cheer practice or something?”

Stacy: “Duh, of course I do.”

Stacy: “But this is more important.”

Stacy: “C u after class!”

Noah would be lying if he said that the cheerleader’s text didn’t make him a little happier and hopeful.

He looked away from his phone screen. MC’s eyes were already on him and they had a small grin on their lips.

“We’re going to do this, Noah.”

“Yeah... we’re going...” – he couldn’t hold back a smile too.

The two teenagers kept walking down the hall and parted ways. He entered his Biology class and sat on his desk, when his cellphone suddenly buzzed on his hand. An audio blasted from the speakers – which was weird, because Noah always left his phone on vibrate mode only – and a video started playing...

“I HATE my life! Everyone thinks we’re this perfect little family...” – he watched an angry Stacy shouting madly.

Uh, why he was watching it? He reopened the group chat:

Noah: “Anyone else’s phone acting weird? This video of stacy just started auto-playing at full volume”

Andy: “I got it too, and I’m p sure I just saw her run down the hall”

Andy:  “what’s going on?”

MC: “It was Mr. Red. Has to be. Somehow he got that video and sent it to everyone”

MC: “We’ve gotta watch each other’s back today. Something tells me he’s not done yet...”

Andy: “Speaking of, anyone seen Ava?” – hmm, Noah hasn’t.

MC: “I haven’t...”

MC: “You don’t think something happened?!”

Lucas: “Something did”

Lucas:  “But it wasn’t Mr. Red...”

Andy: “what do you mean?”

But Lucas never answered.

Noah haven’t seen any of his friends the whole day and they didn’t texted if they were going to be there at the library, but at least he got MC’s back. After school, he headed towards the Main Street and did his homework at the library while he waited until it was the meeting time.

MC entered the library and headed straight to him.

“Hey, Beanie Boy.” – they whispered at him.

“Hey. Glad to see that at least someone showed up.” – he greeted them back. They pulled the chair beside his and sat down.

“Of course I’d show up. It was me the one who called this meeting, did you forget?” – he rolled his eyes, making MC chuckle.

He appreciated that MC wasn’t much the talking type like him. Or maybe they was, but knowing that he wasn’t, they said nothing else and both of them fell into a comfortable silence.

The minutes passed and no one else arrived. MC started pacing anxiously around the library as Noah drummed his fingers on the table. Where the hell was everyone?

He was starting to feel frustrated and disappointed again.

“...Think anyone else will come?” – they murmured.

“I knew this was gonna happen. I just knew—” – then, before he finished that sentence, the door banged open and Lucas stormed in:

“I got suspended!”

“What? Why?” – MC asked in shock.

“Because even though I tried to do the right thing, Mr. Red is determined to ruin my life. Point is, if there’s anything in this library that can kill that bastard, Im gonna find it if it takes me all year.” – he stopped and looked around them. – “Where’s everyone else?”

“Here.” – they heard someone say.

Turning to the front door, they saw Andy walking with the girls following him. Stacy shuffled beside the Asian boy, her face red from crying. She dropped a half-eaten pint of ice cream in the trash.

“I hope you guys don’t mind if I just curl up on the floor in a ball.”

“As long as I can join you.” – Lily told the cheerleader, dropping a garment bag from the dress store over the back of a chair, before sighing heavily. – “Guys, I’m not so sure about Britney...”

“Wow. You guys... you actually came!” – Noah was surprised to see everyone there that he had to say it out loud. For the first time in years, he felt like he had their support. He had his friends back.

“Of course we came! Why wouldn’t we?” – Stacy looked confused at him. Lily grinned sheepishly:

“We need to stick together now more than ever.”

“Wow, this is getting dangerously close to group hug territory.” – with one hand still on the door, Ava tried to back out of the room, but Stacy grabbed her by the collar.

“Oh no you don’t.”

“You’re not escaping that easily.”

“Ugh. UGH.”

“You all made it...” – it was MC who said this. They was smiling widely. – “Group hug. Seriously.”

“Nooooo...” – Ava complained.

“Yes. Get in here.” – the boys chuckled as they watched MC and the girls hugging each other, with Ava sighing heavily and rolling her eyes the whole time.

“Seeeee? Not so bad.” – Stacy told her.

“Nope. I hate this. You’re all gross.”

“Aww... we love you too, Ava.” – Lily giggled.

“Okay. So here’s what comes next.” – MC said as they pulled out. – “We’re looking for anything we can find on Redfield, or his weird monsters. Or cults from the 1800s... Or coma epidemics followed by multiple deaths... Oh, or some guy named Goddard Filleus.”

Okay, that was oddly specific.

“Who’s that?” – Noah asked.

“A scholar who came to Westchester in the 1800s. He was looking for a monster that lived in the woods... and I think he found it.”

“How’d you hear about him?”

“A little Bird told me.” – they grinned at him. Whatever the hell they meant with it, Noah decided to stop asking questions and start looking for answers.

“Alright! That should be more than enough to crack this thing. Let’s get to it.” – Lucas said, looking excited for the first time in a long time.

But again, it was being useless. Hours had passed, the searching was being fruitless and morale was running low.

“We haven’t found anything on Mr. Red. Anyone have any bright ideas?” – MC asked, closing another ancient book.

“My idea-maker is fried. I haven’t eaten anything all day...” – Lucas said. – “...and I can’t stop thinking about pizza.” – Noah’s stomach growled.

“I’d settle for a cup of coffee... and maybe a new identity.” – Stacy looked as tired as him.

“I just want to go outside for a walk.”

“Pff. Okay, grandpa.” – Ava rolled her eyes to Andy. – “Personally, I just want to break something. Preferably with a hammer. And I do know a warehouse nearby where I can do just that.”

MC turned to Lucas.

“Hey, Lucas! It’s pizza time.”

“But what about—”

“Pizza. Time.”

“Okay, okay. Let’s go.” – he said, holding up his hands in defeat.

“Hey, make sure you bring enough to the class!” – Noah reminded them. He was starving too.

“Will do.” – MC winked at him as they and Lucas headed out.

The rest of the gang kept looking for something useful, but they got nothing. After twenty minutes, MC and Lucas were back.

“Did anyone ordered pizza?” – the Class President looked a litte less tense.

“Hell yeah!” – Andy shouted excited. The librarian shushed him. She was already being kind enough to let them eat inside.

As they dived into their pizzas – which were delicious –, Noah saw MC walking out with Ava. He wondered where in Westchester would there be a warehouse where you could just break stuff. Maybe he should ask its address to Ava later.

Ava and MC returned after a while.

“Come on, Stacy.”

“Huh?”

“You. Me. Coffee. Now.” – MC grinned at her. The cheerleader giggled.

“Gosh, how can I refuse such an eloquente invitation?”

“Can you bring me a chai?” – Lily asked them.

“Sure. Everybody text us your orders.”

They returned after other fifteen minutes. Noah’s iced coffee was great, and he felt a little energized with it.

He watched as MC and Andy left the library for a walk while he sipped on his drink. Unconsciously, his eyes would always follow and search for MC in a crowd.

“Don’t you want to take a break too, Noah?” – Lily asked him.

“Nah. I think it’s better if I keep on searching.” – he shrugged. And, to be honest, he was happy to be there, reunited with his friends.

Andy and MC soon rejoined them.

“All right, let me at those books!” – MC said, plopping down on the chair next to him. Their energy was so infectious that everyone seemed revitalized, attacking their tasks with renewed enthusiasm.

“Ooh! I just remembered there’s a rare books room in the back. Someone want to check it out with me?” – Lily proposed. Ava nodded.

“Aw yeah, if there are any ancient tomes of dark and forbidden magic in this place, that’s where they’ll be.”

“Need someone to help carry? I feel like I could lift about twenty books right now.”

“Only twnety? I thought your record was twenty-five.” – Stacy teased Andy, who rolled his eyes, still grinning.

“Let me know if you see ‘Volume II of Westchester Through the Ages’ back there. I’m almost through Volume I.” – Lucas asked the trio before they headed to the back of the library.

Noah nudged MC by his side with his elbow.

“Pass me that book, wouldja?” – he couldn’t contain a smirk too.

“Sure thing.” – they gave him the book and they dove back into research with contented smiles on their faces.

A while later, Noah heard Lily and MC talking about a children’s book. Andy approached them, telling something about a Mud Dude story.

“That’s the dirt monster! The thing that attacked me in my room!” – MC said, shock in their face. The rest of the gang clustered around them, Lily and Andy to look. They flipped through pages of unfamiliar illustrations and poems.

“’Never trust a bear’?”

“’Spiders, Snakes and Slimy Things’?” – Lucas and Stacy read some of the titles. Noah caught one too.

“’How to Teach a Dead Dog Tricks’? What kinda freaky kids’ book is this?” – he certainly had never saw or heard about it before.

MC flipped the book over to its cover, reading its title out loud:

“’Things That Live in the Woods. Poems and Drawings by... Cora Pritchard’?” – uh, that name rang a bell.

“Why does that sound so familiar?” – Lily asked, looking at her friends’ faces. Ava suddenly jumped by her side.

“I know that name! Cora Pritchard... That’s Pritch the Witch!”

“How would some old crackpot know about all this stuff?” – Noah asked her. But it was MC who answered him:

“I don’t know... but I know one way to find out.”

He saw that determined expression on their face. He knew excatly what they meant.

“We going where I think we’re going?” – MC nodded at him.

“Time to pay Pritch the Witch a visit.”

Noah and Lily shared a worried look, but they all agreed that they had to go to the old woman’s house. At least they were all going to do it. Together.

They climbed on Stacy’s and Lucas’ cars and they drove to a gravel road on the city outskirts.

“Why are we stopping?” – Andy asked from the passenger sit as Stacy parked and shut off the engine.

“There’s a gate. We’re gonna have to walk.”

“Yeah, sure, why not? How could anything bad happen to a bunch of teens all alone in the woods in the night?” – Noah said sarcastically from the backseat.

Then, he felt something warm on his hand. He looked to his side and MC looked back at him. They nodded at him, squeezing his hand slightly. That somehow was reassuring and he felt brave enough to go face Pritch the Witch.

They all piled out of Stacy’s car. Lily, Ava and Lucas did the same from his.

“So... can we just... go in?” – Lily asked, nervoulsy glancing to the woods around them.

“I’m not sure... What does that sign say?” – Lucas said, narrowing his eyes, trying to read it. Ava scrutinized the hand-painted sign partially obscured by a branch:

“Trespassers will be...’” – she lifted the branch. – “’...sacrificed’?”

“Cool. Cool cool cool.” – Noah said, as if saying it out loud would actually turn it cool and not just freaking terrifying like it was.

It wasn’t cool.

All of them tensed, sharing nervous glances.

“We’ve come this far. We can’t give up now.” – MC said, with that brave face of theirs.

Lucas held up the gate’s rusty iron chain, letting everyone duck underneath it. The gang walked deeper into the woods, surrounded by the sound of the wind. None of them said anything and Noah walked the whole way there with one hand around MC’s forearm. He felt less scared feeling their presence right next to him.

A few minutes later, they crouched in the brush outside a run-down cabin. Smoke curled from the chimney. Amber light flickered from the windows.

“Who wants to be the brave one?” – he whispered to his friends.

“I’d do it... but I don’t wanna.” – Andy whispered back.

“What if the stories are true? What if she cooks us into little clay coffins?!” – Lily was just about to freak out. Noah didn’t blame her. He wanted to get the hell out of there the minute Stacy parked the car.

...Actually, the minute MC proposed them to go there. That was the most stupid idea they have ever had.

“Maybe we can peek inside?”

“I’ll take a look.” – Ava told Lucas. Everyone turned to watch her, who remained motionless.

“...Well?” – Stacy asked.

“...Any second now.”

“I’ll do it. I’ll knock on the door.”

“MC, wait!” – Noah said, but MC was already stepping into the clearing and climbing the porch steps. They lifted their arm and knocked on the door, but got no answer. – “Hello? M-Miss Pritchard?” – they knocked again, harder, but still no answer. – “Huh. Hey guys, I don’t thinks she’s—”

But as they turned away from the door, a creature suddenly slank out from around the back. The moss creature growled at the group, ready to attack.

“Holy crap!” – Andy shouted.

“Watch out, MC!” – Lucas told them as they backed away, rejoining them. The creature stalked forward, teeth bared.

“What do we do? MC, WHAT DO WE DO?!” – Stacy yelled, freaking out. Noah was pretty sure that he had just shitted his pants.

“I...”

But then the cabin door swang open, revealing a thin figure silhouetted against the light inside.

“Holy crap... it’s her...” – the beanie boy gasped, recognising Pritch the Witch.

The old woman looked over the group... then scowled.

“Looks like we’ve got some tresspassers. You’ve got thirty seconds to tell me what yer business is... before I let my dog rip you to pieces.”

[canisaymypiece]

Michael Has A Problem

Tags: Michael/Jake (unrequited), Rich/Jake (unrequited), Aro Jake, yeah you weren’t expecting that huh bitches, Pining, Panic Attacks, Hurt No Comfort, tw suicidal thoughts, tw self harm mention, oof, this fic actually made me think about aro Jake and I gotta say it’s grown on me, there’s not enough pain in the pins and patches tag and it’s time I fix that, I don’t even ship this i just need characters to project on

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It was a few months after The Play, and Michael had a problem.

A tall, muscular, good-looking, very cool and very, very aro problem.

Jake had come out about a week after the Squipcident had gone down, explaining that he’d never really felt different about dating people, and that it was actually really awkward. Apparently, Christine had introduced him to the idea while they had been dating, and he’d thought about it before landing on it as something he identified with. Everyone was supportive- although Chloe and Jeremy had needed a quick vocab lesson- and now it was common knowledge throughout the school.

Jake Dillinger was aromantic. Which meant he wasn’t interested in dating.

Which would be fine, if not for one thing.

Jake was hot.

Jake was hot, and Michael was weak, weak, weak.

It all started during a lunch period, where Jake and Rich had been joking around about how desirable Jake was.

“Yeah, man!” he’d said, “My goal is to get like, super flirty with anyone, and then I’ll just laugh in their face because they can’t have me!”

“Totally, yeah,” Rich had replied. “All, like, ‘pff, you can’t touch this man!’” And then, for some damned reason, Jake had turned and poked Michael, diverting his attention from the marble racing video he’d been watching.

“Sup, babe?” Jake had said, turning up the sex in his voice to an 11 from the constant 3 it was at and seeming to emanate sparkles. Michael‘s response was extremely dignified: choking on his slushie and turning a very impressive shade of red.

Jake had laughed, and turned to Rich, and they’d both laughed, and Michael, once it had been explained to him, laughed too.

And began to engage in his favorite pastime outside of video games and murdering supercomputer overlords: repressing his feelings.

He refused to acknowledge how he felt when he saw Jake taking his shirt off for gym. Complimenting him on his hair? Totally a normal bro thing to do. Missing him when he had to go do other things during lunch? He missed everyone when they didn’t show up to lunch. He definitely didn’t miss Jake Dillinger a lot more, no way.

It all fell apart one night, in the group chat. Jake had been making some stupid comment on how he’d had to struggle with being half-blind (he wore contacts?? Who knew) his whole life. Michael barely managed to type out a ‘same’ before he had to call for help.

To SMOLdering_bi: save my gay ass pls

From SMOLdering_bi: no

To SMOLdering_bi: bihh you don’t even know what from

From SMOLdering_bi: whats wrong man

Michael took a deep breath and held it before typing his next message.

To SMOLdering_bi: im having vv gay feelings for Jake and im struGgling

Well, it was out there now. Nothing he could do. No backsies. No denying it.

Maybe he could delete the message before Rich texted ba- oh god Rich already texted back.

From SMOLdering_bi: lol same

To SMOLdering_bi: Rich this is s e r i o u s

To SMOLdering_bi: ive been feeling things for him and he’s aro and i need to st o p

From SMOLdering_bi: dude me for y e a r s

Wait. What?

To SMOLdering_bi: wait, what seriously

From SMOLdering_bi: why did YOU think my squip repressed my bi

From SMOLdering_bi: i had already been doing it

To SMOLdering_bi: oh god how do i survive

From SMOLdering_bi: you don’t lol

From SMOLdering_bi: idk repress your feelings

From SMOLdering_bi: just try to be better at it than me lol

Right. Because Rich had been doing this for years, so he should be able to, too.

Rich had been holding back his feelings for years, and here Michael was, trying to get sympathy and advice from him, when all he’d really done was make Rich think about something he didn’t want to think about and oh god he’s a terrible selfish friend.

Michael doesn’t respond to Rich’s message. Jake says something in the groupchat. Rich types something back, sarcastic and casual. Michael can’t do that, he won’t be able to keep his stupid emotions out of anything he types now that he’s acknowledged them like an idiot.

He’s silent for a while, feeling the grief roll over him. No one notices that he doesn’t reply to anything in the chat. Why would they? It’s not like anyone cares. Why would they care about some selfish bastard who can’t keep it in his pants long enough to reply to one of his friends? He can’t believe he asked Rich for help when Rich has been doing this for years, it’s not like he deserves to have a crush on Jake anyway, Jake doesn’t need him for anything. Rich and Jake would be great together, except it won’t happen, cause Jake is aro, the bastard, but that’s rude and arophobic and Michael can’t just wish for someone’s sexuality to change because of his own emotions towards that person, and yeah it’s not like Jake is ace, but that sure won’t be happening either, cause Jake still has girls throwing themselves at him, and he probably has Rich too, or would if he asked, and he’s not gonna ask Michael, who he’s barely known for a few months and who no one wants or cares about anyway.

Michael can feel his breaths speeding up, the lightheadedness spreading, the tears starting to form in his eyes, and he lets the panic attack engulf him because no one’s around to care. Yeah, his parents are upstairs, but they’re talking business. Jeremy is busy, on a date with Christine, so he’s out of the picture, and he’s already taken so much out of Rich, and normally he’d look to Jake for help, but he can’t, not when Jake and his stupid need for validation and love from him is literally exactly what he’s stressing about. He lets his breaths speed to an unhealthy rate and lets the tears fall from his eyes and gives in to the voices in his head.

Freak.

Loser.

Unwanted.

No one loves you.

No one would notice if you just died.

Needy.

Failure.

Selfish.

Worthless.

Can’t even talk to his friends without crying, what a piece of garbage.

He wants, oh he wants but he doesn’t deserve anything.

You’re a burden.

You don’t even know what you’re doing with your life.

You’ll never amount to anything.

You’re just a waste of space.

Do you think anyone would notice if you killed yourself?

You and Jake are gonna hang out tomorrow, you selfish freak, stealing him away from someone who deserves to have him, even if they can’t.

Think he’d notice if you showed up with bleeding arms?

If you said it was a cat, would he know you don’t even have one?

You could love literally anyone else and you choose to love the one person who won’t love you back, what kind of idiot are you?

Don’t blame this on him, you can only blame yourself.

It’s your fault for loving him.

It’s your fault for everything.

It’s.

All.

Your.

Fault.

The weight on his chest and the pain in his heart is so bad that Michael can’t bring himself to lift his head from where it’s fallen, to look at his phone, to see what’s happening.

He cries himself to sleep that night after snapping one of his rubber bands against his arms until it breaks.

[pollenprince]

★ FILL IN THE QUESTIONS AS IF YOU ARE BEING INTERVIEWED FOR AN ARTICLE AND YOU WERE YOUR MUSE.

TAGGED BY STOLEN FROM: @falsepacifist TAGGING: uuuugh @slyfont @im-sans-ational @undertale-rial and whoever else wants to do this thing

1. WHAT IS YOUR NAME? *Flowey the flower! Catchy, isn’t it?

2. WHAT IS YOUR REAL NAME? *...next question?..

3. DO YOU KNOW WHY YOU’RE CALLED THAT? *In case of both, I do and I hate it.

4. ARE YOU SINGLE OR TAKEN? *I’m not taken unless somebody comes after me with a shovel and a flowerpot. Flowerpots are my only weakness. Cannot fight that.

5. WHAT ARE YOUR POWERS AND ABILITIES? *...um. Exreme gardening. Sulking for days. Playing videogames on hard mode. Used to have Resetting powers, to turn back time when I wanna, but no more of that, I guess. And, well, not killing people? Does that count?

6. WHAT COLOR ARE YOUR EYES? *Mostly black, because that’s easiest to make. But I guess I could change their color if I really wanted to? I never really wanted to, so I never tried.

7. HAVE YOU EVER DYED YOUR HAIR? *...buddy. Just. Look at me. Look and tell me if you see any hair. *I could change color, though, if I drank colored water. But all flowers can do that.

8. DO YOU HAVE ANY FAMILY MEMBERS? *That’s kinda confidential. And should I count the deceased? *But I used to have a mother, a father and a sibling. It was a long time ago.

9. DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS? *Save for Frisk? No. Ha ha.

10. TELL ME ABOUT SOMETHING YOU DON’T LIKE. *Being me. Duh. That’s easy.

11. DO YOU HAVE ANY HOBBIES OR ACTIVITIES YOU DO IN YOUR SPARE TIME? *Not awfully original here. Videogames, drawing, hunting for candy even when it’s not Halloween. Um. Also spending time wih friends is nice. I love sleepovers.

12. HAVE YOU EVER HURT ANYONE BEFORE? *You bet. In my defense, they made it pretty even.

13. HAVE YOU EVER… KILLED ANYONE? *Seriously? Is this an interview or an interrogation?

14. WHAT KIND OF ANIMAL ARE YOU? *A party one. ...snort.

15. NAME YOUR WORST HABITS. *...questioning other people’s motives when... when they are being nice to me, and, well. And starting to act like a proper Flowey again the moment I get angry or scared.

16. DO YOU LOOK UP TO ANYONE? *Papyrus, but that’s a constant.

17. GAY, STRAIGHT, OR BISEXUAL? *Trust me, that’s the least of my problems so far.

18. DO YOU GO TO SCHOOL? *Never did. Homeschooling is not as fun as you’d think, but even that is over now for me. I still read things, though. And I gave myself a weird education when I was busy reading all the books in the Underground.

19. DO YOU EVER WANT TO MARRY AND HAVE KIDS SOMEDAY? *...dunno. Sounds like a lot of responsibility to me. Not sure if I really want to take it. But having someone I can trust would be really nice.

20. DO YOU HAVE ANY FANS? *Yeah, should I turn them on? Pff.

21. WHAT ARE YOU MOST AFRAID OF? *If you want to hear something deep, then it’s loneliness and people leaving me for good. If you want cool stuff, though, then it’s sharks and fireballs.

22. WHAT DO YOU USUALLY WEAR? *I am shielded by nothing but my pride.

23. DO YOU LOVE SOMEONE? *No comments.

24. WHAT CLASS ARE YOU? *Thief. Or Beguiler. That’s what you are asking, right?

25. HOW MANY FRIENDS DO YOU HAVE? *Lots of those! I mean, just look at me! Who wouldn’t want to be my cool friend?

26. WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON PIE? *It is the sweet pinnacle of culinary art. I said everything.

27. FAVORITE DRINK? *Everything that is sweet and not ‘healthy’.

29. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PLACE? *The first room in Ruins. The royal gardens are pretty nice, too.

30. ARE YOU INTERESTED IN SOMEONE? *I am interested in everyone. Unless they are boring.

31. WHAT’S YOUR DICK SIZE? *I am pretty sure I can sue you for asking me that.

32. WOULD YOU RATHER SWIM IN THE LAKE OR THE OCEAN? *Ugh. Lake?.. But really, it depends on whether Undyne is there. And I won’t survive for long in both, so...

33. WHAT’S YOUR ‘TYPE’? *People who don’t ask me stupid questions.

34. ANY FETISHES?

35. TOP OR BOTTOM? DOMINANT OR SUBMISSIVE?

36. CAMPING, OR INDOORS? *I spend most time indoors, but... I guess camping would be nice. If I had someone to camp with.

37. ARE YOU WAITING FOR THIS INTERVIEW TO BE OVER? *You cannot even imagine.

[idristardis]

WIP Week - Day 5: Canon-Verse WIP

It’s a little bit of a bending of the “rules” to say this is canon-verse. Technically, there’s nothing saying this isn’t canon, as we don’t know what happened to Merida or anyone else from Dunbroch after she went back there during the Only You episode of OUAT...but we don’t explicitly know anything about that time...so I’m creating canon of my own in the very wide window left by the show.

This is the beginning of Chapter 3 of The Planets Bend Between Us, which is available on my tumblr in the “my fic” tag, and on AO3 by clicking here. 

I will finish this fic some day. I swear it.

For now, enjoy this fragment!!

“I think you’re full of shite, Harry.”

The amused voice of one of her brothers – Hamish, Merida thought – brought her up short. She’d snatched a brief bit of time to herself in between the day’s council meetings and dinner and had gone for a walk in the colonnade that edged the castle’s inner garden.

It was one of her favorite places in the castle or grounds – tied with the stables, though both were a close second to the training fields. Normally, it was fairly empty and quiet in the colonnade, which is why she liked it – it gave her someplace to go and sort through her thoughts when taking Angus out or running through practice drills wasn’t an option.

Today, she simply didn’t have enough time for a ride, or to go down and take part in drills, much though she’d like to. She didn’t even have long enough to go down to her ‘thinking rock’ overlooking the training fields. Council sessions had run long and she only had a handful of moments before it was time for the evening meal.

An after that particular council session, I’ve plenty of energy t’burn, she thought to herself.

So. The colonnade it was.

But today of all days, it would seem that she wasn’t alone.

“Pff, you didn’t see ‘em together,” Harris responded, his voice floating clearly to where Merida stood. She couldn’t see either of her brothers, but could guess that they must be around the corner. The spot was blocked from her view, but she could hear their conversation clearly. A momentary pang of guilt set in when she considered her eavesdropping – but then she remembered how often they used to do the same thing to her when they were younger and her remorse fled.

Staying out of sight behind one of the large stone pillars that supported the colonnade’s arches, she waited, with eager curiosity, to hear what her brothers would say next.

“Oh? And what exactly d’you think you saw?” Hamish asked, a note of skepticism coloring his tone.

“Well, he’s been followin’ her everywhere like a lamb followin’ after it’s mother, and makin’ moon eyes at her somethin’ awful. We all know exactly why he’s lingerin’ about the castle – and it isn’t that so-called trade alliance,” Harris answered.

“I still think ye’ve got no proof,” Hamish replied.

“And I think he’s got the look of a man who has a proposal itchin’ t’burst out of ‘im at just about any moment. Mark my words, he’s on the brink of offerin’ fer her hand,” Harris retorted.

“So what if he does?” This from Hubert, who’d remained quiet until that moment. 

“Well, I can think o’someone who’d not take too kindly t’that idea,” Harris said.

“Ye mean other than Mer?” Hubert asked, amused.

“Ye know very well who I’m talkin’ about. Ye ken as well as I do that –” Harris started, but Merida would never hear the end of his sentence, as heavy footfalls and a discrete cough sounded from behind her, making it impossible for her to follow the conversation any longer.

She turned, and upon seeing who her visitor was, forced herself to plaster an approximation of a polite smile on her face – though she feared it came across more like a grimace. “Prince Jurgen. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

The prince, a tall, thin, sallow-complexioned man with long dark hair and lips that seemed permanently fixed in a slight pout – even when he was smiling, which was disconcerting – bowed formally to her before speaking. “Truly, your highness, the pleasure is all mine.”

Merida made a valiant effort to repress the shudder that raced along her spine, but it was a near thing. Thankfully, the prince seemed not to notice. She tried again. “You flatter me, sir. And you keep me in suspense. What is it that has sent you in search of me?”

Jurgen inclined his head slightly. The movement was meant to be deferential, she was sure, but somehow it came across as obsequious and slightly smarmy instead. “I was hoping I might escort you to the great hall for the evening meal, and perhaps interest you in a walk this evening after it.”

“Ah,” Merida blinked. “Of course.” She regretted the loss of her private stroll around the colonnade, but there was no polite way to refuse him. He offered his arm and she took it, pondering his solicitous behavior as they began to walk towards the hall.

His request for an after-dinner walk was not entirely surprising – in the time that he’d been in Dunbroch, Prince Jurgen had been making a distinct effort to spend time with her outside of the (rather protracted, Merida thought) trade negotiations, and had turned up more than once where she’d not expected him. He’d spent one afternoon lingering in the corner of the great hall, quietly observing her as she dealt with petitions from her subjects. Another time (or two), she’d come across him in the stables either heading out for a ride or returning from one as she’d been spending a precious few minutes of quiet time tending to Angus. He’d also spent a fair few days at the training fields, either watching her archery practice or participating in the larger drills with her men.

And all that was on top of the nightly meal in the great hall where he was treated as an honored guest and seated at the head table with Merida, her mother, the clan lords, and several other members of the royal council. It isn’t unusual, she mused, in all likelihood he’s just tryin’ t’grease the wheels for a better trade deal by ingratiatin’ himself as much as he can.

Still, something about the prince’s near omnipresence over the past few days continued to niggle at her as they walked, and then suddenly, clear as a bell, the fragments of her brothers’ earlier conversation rushed back into her memory. Particularly Harris’ assertions that some unknown “he” had the look of a man who was about to propose, and that said man had been following his intended around like a moony-eyed lamb.

Oh. Oh no.

[spring-gay]

rules: answer these 85 statements and tag 20 people

I was tagged by @mellifluous-yoongi ty ricey

THE LAST

1. drink: coke 2. phone call: idk I dont really call people so I guess my mom?? 3. text message: my friend from kindergarten 4. song you listened to: We The Kings - Check Yes Juliet (gdi kiku its not 2k10) 5. time you cried: Today in the car because I still miss my ex lmao 6. dated someone twice: yea, regretted it 7. kissed someone and regretted it: nope 8. been cheated on: yep, many times >.> 9. lost someone special: ,,,yep 10. been depressed: yes 11. gotten drunk and thrown up: nope but sometimes I wish I could

3 FAVORITE COLORS:

12. pastel pink 13. pastel blue 14. pastel purple

(ya I like pastels alot lmao im a pastel blog after all)

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU: 15. made new friends: yep 16. fallen out of love: ??kinda but not really 17. laughed until you cried: yep (I blame the fam chat) 18. found out someone was talking about you: yes 19. met someone who changed you: yeah 20. found out who your friends are: yes (mainly gays) 21. kissed someone on your Facebook list: I mean I got smooched but didnt kiss back but I did kiss my friends but not on the lips GENERAL 22. how many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: maybe like 30 23. do you have any pets: I had a dog but now I only have my friends lmao 24. do you want to change your name: ya I dont really like my first name 25. what did you do for your last birthday: I went out with friends for pizza and then had cake at home 26. what time did you wake up: around 10 or 12 on free days and 6 when I have school 27. what were you doing at midnight last night: yeeting over gay smut lmao 28. name something you can’t wait for: school I guess?? more like the happy times when Ill be moved out of here with my hair dyed and a cat 29. when was the last time you saw your mom: shes screaming at me rn 31. what are you listening to right now: moms screaming?? and Big Bang - Zutter 32. have you ever talked to a person named tom: I call my friend Thomas so I guess??? 33. something that is getting on your nerves: people in general 34. most visited website: Tumblr and AO3 and probably Discord 35. hair colour: brown/light brown 36. long or short hair: long as shite 37. do you have a crush on someone: yep but she doesnt want me lmao 38. what do you like about yourself: My eyes are pretty?? and I can lowkey play the piano so thats nice 39. piercings: earrings?? and thats all but i wanna get one in my bottom lip 40. blood type: dunno 41. nickname: Kiku, Bitch, Tosiek (but no one calls me that anymore) and kara 42. relationship status: single [sad noise] 43. zodiac: taurus 44. pronouns: she/her 45. favourite tv show: I dont really watch TV but if were counting anime in then BNHA and Soul Eater 46. tattoos: mom would never let me get one +theyre expensive but i want one sobs 47. right or left handed: right 48. surgery: nope but I might be getting eye surgery in few years 50. sport: I suck at most things but I guess volleyball 51. vacation: I just came back from the sea and maybe Ill be going in the mountains next month 52. pair of trainers: my black nikes and those one sneakers I painted when I was still in my Homestuck phase

MORE GENERAL 53. eating: a plastic straw for bracelets lmao chewy 54. drinking: mtn dew 55. I’m about to: go eat dinner and then probably go study 56. waiting for: my new phone to arrive 57. want: bts concert tickets for a concert near me [sobs from europe]         58. get married: sure?? 59. career: probably web designer or game producer

WHICH IS BETTER 60. hugs or kisses: I mean hugs are super rad but have you ever kissed a girl (yeah me neither) 61. lips or eyes: eyes 62. shorter or taller: smol!!girls!!super super cute and hugable 63. older or younger: I dont really care lmao 64. nice arms or nice stomach: idc?? but a stomach I guess but abs are meh 65. hook up or relationship: relationship I guess but what do I know lmao I’m like 16 66. troublemaker or hesitant: mostly hesitant [alien]

HAVE YOU EVER: 67. kissed a stranger: nope 68. drank hard liquor: sadly 69. lost glasses/contact lenses: I almost lost a contact lens once 70. turned someone down: pff no one wants me 71. sex on the first date: depends??? 72. broken someone’s heart: I think?? dunno Im an ass n she was annoying 73. had your heart broken: yep 74. been arrested: no and I hope never will Im a good citizen lmao 75. cried when someone died: yep 76. fallen for a friend: 4 years ago and she still doesnt want me lmaO my life is a joke

DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 77. yourself: sometimes 78. miracles: my existence is a miracle bc wow I didnt kill myself yet?? suprising 79. love at first sight: sure 80. santa claus: not really? 81. kiss on the first date: I mean sure if I known her before 82. angels: yes

OTHER: 84. eye colour: blue 85. favourite movie: the Free movie and Legions Of The Black and probably my neighbor Totoro

I tag @soft-milk-child @mochimistress @oneofthewolfchildren @stammi-ravioli @nam-nam-joon @anyone else who wants to do this

[verdigrisprowl]

May 31 Blurr’s Horror Stream - Villanos & The Lego Batman Movie

Multiple people objected strenuously to Starscream’s assertion that Megatron could be his nemesis, despite the fact that they’re on the same side and Megatron obviously doesn’t see Starscream as his nemesis. Two different pairs of people went “I’d be honored to have you as a nemesis.” “Aww~” Bevel officially signed on with Blurr’s crew. Prowl showed up in a foul mood, stayed in a foul mood, and left in a foul mood.

Missed the start.

ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy sticks where he is, but Rumble runs over to hang out.* B l u r r: / shoves the stuff off his couch and just slouches / ItsyBitsySpyers: //I love that line.// B l u r r: Which line? Whirl: *he is welcome, as always, to join* B l u r r: [[ Kay is everyone ready, then? Cause yall gotta read subtitles for a minute ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: //The shoe thing.// B l u r r: Ah... yes. Classic line. Sunstreaker: [[ ready ]] FakeProwl: ((still ready)) Whirl: *gets re-settled* Well, you've got my number, Teach. B l u r r: Mmhm... I know. Bevel: [[still ready Whirl: ((and ye)) B l u r r: [[ kay im gonna assumeeveryone's ready then ]] B l u r r: *everyone else ]] B l u r r: Anyway, being back on Earth connected me with a ton of new scrap to watch. So. B l u r r: [[ this cartoon is the only thing i want to see on tv for months tbh. ]] Whirl: *snorts* Whirl: Oh, hey. Brainstorm made one of those. Starscream: ((This is great ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave needs that.* Whirl: ((I like their little mook)) B l u r r: / he likes it because it reminds him of him and Blaster / Starscream: hehehe B l u r r: [[ and daaas it. ]] FakeProwl: ((i'm love)) Starscream: ((what's it called B l u r r: [[ That's all we have so far anyway. But *lifts leggie* is my new cartoon ]] B l u r r: [[ Villanos ]] Bevel: [[that looks awesome FakeProwl: ((they're gonna start making full episodes soon?)) B l u r r: [[ yeah. In Mexico. ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((a little frantic but i think i would watch it)) FakeProwl: ((can't wait)) Whirl: ((not something I'd watch on my own, but seems all right enough)) B l u r r: [[ Tbh the english version sucks ]] B l u r r: [[ Black Hat sounds boring ]] B l u r r: [[ he sounds better in spanish. And Flug sounds better in spanish too ]] FakeProwl: ((it might be frantic because right now they're just making mid-commercial mini episodes?)) Starscream: ((was that spanish? B l u r r: yeah ]] B l u r r: [[ yeah, theyre minisodes between commercials ]] B l u r r: [[ like bumps. The longer episodes will be better ]] Bevel: [[hopefully it's scheduling isn't as weird as SU Starscream: ((I understood a surprising amount, I speak Italian B l u r r: [[ depends on where it's gonna fit on the US lineup ]] B l u r r: [[ the lineup in Mexico is relying on Villanos, apparently, to revive Cartoon Network ]] B l u r r: [[ and since it's a show about the villains, they think it'll work out well enough ]] Whirl: ((hopefully it does well there!)) B l u r r: god i hope so cause i love it ]] FakeProwl: ((it's fun!! I wish it well)) Tarantulas: (( crosses ALL the fingers FakeProwl: ((I like all the characters. Except the bear, but I can put up with a derpy sidekick animal.)) B l u r r: the only one I don't like is Dementia because she's the typical "in love with the villain" type ]] Sunstreaker: [[ i love the bear. him cute. ]] Whirl: ((I like the mook!)) B l u r r: but apparently the longer episodes will make her more fleshed out ]] Whirl: ((everyone else is kinda blah, but I have a weakness for mooks)) Bevel: [[i liked dementia until she pulled the rawr thing with the statue B l u r r: LOL the bear is a failed experiment on Black Hat's part. And Flug. ]] FakeProwl: ((she could be either really good or really bad, but I tend to give the benefit of the doubt to obsessively-in-love characters.)) Whirl: ((Yes, Flug)) B l u r r: [[ SO its like his messy child ]] Whirl: ((hence the airplane shirt)) B l u r r: [[ anyway. Y'all ready for this lego thing? ]] FakeProwl: ((ye!!)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((*SLAMS HANDS DOWN* YES)) Sunstreaker: [[ 5.0.5. I even like the bear's name ]] B l u r r: [[ BUT im glad u guys like my dumb cartoon choice ]] Sunstreaker: [[ i like everything about the beb ]] Whirl: ((YEE LEGO BATMAN)) Bevel: [[yes yes definitely yes ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble frowns. Is that true? Why isn't Crosscut here?* Whirl: *snorts* ItsyBitsySpyers: *He would know.* B l u r r: / leans back on couch and kcks pedes up / ItsyBitsySpyers: //Frag's an ab?// B l u r r: Muscles. Whirl: Those stomach bumps. *pats his own bump-less stomach* Whirl: Heh, slick. Of course they took a chopper. ItsyBitsySpyers: *What a lovely face.* Whirl: ((this is so great already)) FakeProwl: ((this is the best joker)) B l u r r: [[ my favorite joker ]] Bevel: *pats stomach, metal plates probably don't count as abs but she has like five of them* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Ohhhh! Okay! I remember this Batman fragger. TC showed this stuff, yeah?// ItsyBitsySpyers: \\THINK SO.\\ ItsyBitsySpyers: //...He got enough henchmen?// B l u r r: [[ they really ARE all real, too ]] B l u r r: theyre all canon characters ]] Whirl: ((YEP)) Whirl: ((i was sitting there going "ok when they gonna say calendr man")) Starscream: Humans come up with the strangest names for themselves Whirl: I dunno, I say, if you're gonna do it, do it right. Get as many henchmen as possible, B l u r r: Henchmen are good. Sunstreaker: [[ tag urself i'm condiment king ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: //Pff. If they was real good, he wouldn't need more'n seven.// Starscream: Henchmen are backstabbers Starscream: I would know Whirl: ((Gentleman Ghost)) FakeProwl: ((im the dude with the clock head)) Whirl: ((Clock King!)) Whirl: Well, I mean, you're also YOU. Whirl: Who WOULDN'T wanna backstab you? B l u r r: My crew works together right. No one wants to mutiny. Whirl: ...or Megatron, for that matter. Starscream: I meant that I backstab Megatron ItsyBitsySpyers: \\WHO THE FRAG'S THE CITY PLANNER!?\\ Starscream: I was tolerable once, I was backstabbed one too many times Whirl: No. I can't believe that. Whirl: YOU? Tolerable? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble giggles. A tolerable Starscream.* B l u r r: You? Starscream: Yes really B l u r r: Impossible. Whirl: *places  claw dramatically over his chest* B l u r r: Starscream has never been tolerable. Whirl: ((also this is like. GREAT ACTION MOVIE DIRECTING TOO)) Starscream: I wasn't born evil you know ItsyBitsySpyers: \\HAHA!\\ Whirl: SNRK. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Oh, there's music? Now Soundwave is amused.* Whirl: Anyway--suffice it to say that I don't really believe you, Starscream, and even if you weren't born evil, you WERE born annoying, I'm sure. Starscream: If that's what you want to think Whirl: *snickering louder* ItsyBitsySpyers: \\BRO. WE -GOTTA- GET US SOME MUSIC.\\ Whirl: YES, you two do. Whirl: And a weaponized electric guitar. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Frag yeah.// Bevel: *perks at weaponized guitar* I could totally make that. ItsyBitsySpyers: //...Wait, yeah?// Whirl: Yeah? *looks to her* Starscream: is that... an inuendo ItsyBitsySpyers: ((YOU'RE BREAKING HIS HEART, BATS)) Whirl: Also, that's harsh. Damn, Whirl: That's not how you treat your nemesis. FakeProwl: ((look at his little face)) Whirl: ...also, uh. That bomb. B l u r r: [[ poor joker. ]] Bevel: Yeah! B l u r r: That's not how my nemesis treats me. Whirl: Well, you need to get a better nemesis. Starscream: I wish Megatron treated me that well ItsyBitsySpyers: [[A good nemesis is worthy of respect.]] A long pause. [[Plenty of hatred and loathing. But respect.]] Whirl: You're young--it takes time. I'm sure you'll find that special someone. Whirl: And, hot damn, Sh-- ... Bevel. Whirl: I'd love to see it. B l u r r: I'm not even sure if I have a nemesis... ItsyBitsySpyers: //Seriously. Ya make one 'n I get dibs.// B l u r r: / taps chin / Whirl: If you don't know, then you don't. Bevel: *she is already mentally trying to figure weapon guitar out* Ok. Whirl: Ther4e's nothing quite like that special firsson of homicidal rage, respect, and bloodlust you get when you make a proper nemesis. *sighs* Starscream: For a human that was a pretty impressive flight skills Whirl: ...*frisson damn B l u r r: / frowns/ I wouldn't consider Rodimus worthy of being my nemesis... more like a rival. B l u r r: And a pain in the aft. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\BET I COULD TAKE HIM.\\ ItsyBitsySpyers: //Duh. He's meat.// Whirl: Yeah, a rival is not a nemesis. Starscream: Megatron's an awful nemesis, I need to find a better one Whirl: He's not a nemesis. He's your boss. Whirl: Or, well, was, I guess. Starscream: He is so Whirl: It's, like... you can't be someone's nemesis if you're THEIR punching bag. B l u r r: ... true. Starscream: I almost killed him B l u r r: That doesn't mean anything. B l u r r: That just means you didn't succeed in murder. Starscream: I took over from him three times, every time I did a better job than he did Whirl: Starscream, that's just... depressing. Whirl: You need to go get yourself a nemesis. FakeProwl: ((of all the nights for prowl to not be here)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((*makes grabbyhands at him*)) B l u r r: I want one... B l u r r: / taps chinplate/ But, not sure who's worthy enough Whirl: Like I said, Blurr--you're young. Whirl: And you're tough. You've got nemesis potential for someone else, easy. FakeProwl: ((he'd be clawing at his seat hearing starscream talk about megatron being nemesis and whirl saying starscream needs a proper one)) B l u r r: /rolls optic / I doubt it. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((*DRAGS HIM OVER i say*)) Starscream: It's my life's mission to get rid of him, if that isn't a nemesis what is? Whirl: ((LORD. POOR PROWL)) B l u r r: No one assumes I'm their nemesis ItsyBitsySpyers: [[There is an entire multiverse of mechs waiting to get on your very last neural net sensor.]] Whirl: ((omfg0) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((I LOVE THAT BIT)) B l u r r: [[ yes! ]] FakeProwl: ((this movie is great)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((god i love this *** movie and it only gets better)) B l u r r: [[ it does ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: \\SOUNDS LIKE ME.\\ Whirl: Same, Frenzy. *snrks* Whirl: Also, Starscream, face it--you were his punching bag. B l u r r: Well, how am I supposed to knowif I have a nemesis? B l u r r: Are they going to tell me? Bevel: Snake clowns. *laughs* Whirl: Like I said--you'll KNOW. B l u r r: I doubt that. /crosses arms and sulks/ ItsyBitsySpyers: [[No. They will simply aggravate you more than anything else in the entirety of existence possibly could.]] Whirl: You'll feel it. It's a one-of-a-kind feeling. B l u r r: [[ this is me ]] B l u r r: [[ ME ]] Starscream: ((me Whirl: ((IM DYING0) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((it's true i can confirm)) Bevel: [[tuxedo dress up party is definitely the only way to get me to a party Whirl: *CRACKS UP* ItsyBitsySpyers: ((it puff)) Starscream: I wasn't his punching bag, I'm better than he could ever be Whirl: ((FUC.FG. POLE DANCING)) FakeProwl: ((my cd rack doesn't fall apart)) B l u r r: [[ I LOVE THE VILLAINS ]] B l u r r: ... but I know plenty of people that aggravate me. B l u r r: / flexes claws/ What is it supposed to feel like when you have a nemesis? Whirl: Keep telling yourself that, Starscream. Either way, I'm done talking about your sad, sad life. B l u r r: There's a line of people that want to kill me. Starscream: My life is happy I'll have you know Starscream: ((that's horrible B l u r r: [[ THIS DSBFD ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: //That. It's kinda like that. Only ya wanna slaughter 'em instead.// ItsyBitsySpyers: //So more like... "Yer gonna die in my arms tonight."// _Whirl: Pfft! Bevel: Ha. B l u r r: That sounds weird... _Whirl: Like I said: they make you feel homicidal and weirdly respectful all at once. B l u r r: / scratches helm / I usually think that about a lot of people. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((STATISTIIIIIICS)) B l u r r: / slouches and grumbles/ I'm not gonna find one of those... FakeProwl: ((why did i decide not to bring prowl oh my god)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((IT'S NOT TOO LATE)) _Whirl: Well, maybe not. _Whirl: *shrugs* Certainly not if you mope about it. FakeProwl: ((... yeah ok.)) _Whirl: Be assertive! Seize your nemesis! _Whirl: ((DO IT)) Starscream: Okay if you respect them than Megatron definitely isn't my nemesis B l u r r: I don't have anyone to seize! _Whirl: Not YET. FakeProwl: *... appears late* B l u r r: / VENTS / That's annoying. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Immediate ping. Hello.* _Whirl: I already told you, you're young, I'm not gonna LABOR the point to make you feel better. *deadpan stare* FakeProwl: *he desperately wants a distraction* B l u r r: Young and constantly in a state of extinction FakeProwl: *takes seat and focuses on screen* _Whirl: Like many of us. Starscream: proper ethics pfft Starscream: who needs that _Whirl: See, look how useful an army of henchmen is! B l u r r: [[ i love that he's still a master builder. ]] Starscream: Henchmen are nothing but trouble, watch them mess something u[ Starscream: *up B l u r r: Henchmen are good if you're a great planner. FakeProwl: ((these movies may be nonsense but they have Continuity)) _Whirl: I mean, I can understand how you'd get nothing but bad henchmen if you're working with a dearth of charisma. Bevel: Barbara is kicking all their butts. Awesome. Starscream: I am a good planner, henchmen are nothing but trouble _Whirl: Hey, Ravage is in this movie... ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy nudges Bevel.* \\BETCHA CAN'T DO *THAT*. Bevel: Yeah maybe. *sticks tongue out at Frenzy* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Boy, this sounds familiar* FakeProwl: *it does* Starscream: why is he flirting with everyone FakeProwl: ... What's going on. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Incoming summary and highlight reel?* B l u r r: You're a good planner? FakeProwl: *... oh no. he sympathizes with joker* B l u r r: /snort/ Oh, please. Starscream: yes, I am B l u r r: The henchmen aren't your problem B l u r r: It's your planning. B l u r r: Look, I can get mechs to attack in a uniform formation.. _Whirl: Man, and what a masterful strike. _Whirl: Hitting his nemesis where it hurts. Very clever. Starscream: So can I, when they aren't backstabbing me ItsyBitsySpyers: *LOUD HUFF* B l u r r: If you're a backstabber, then you're expecting too much from henchmen Starscream: true B l u r r: you can't complain about someone backstabbing you. Starscream: Doesn't mean I'm bad at planning though FakeProwl: *the guy with the nemesis who doesn't acknowledge him who surrendered to his nemesis. annnd he's a bad guy. rip.* B l u r r: Sure it does. B l u r r: You backstab because your plans are loose. FakeProwl: *focus on the police commissioner. prowl approves of her completely.* B l u r r: If your plans were truly masterful, then you wouldn't need to backstab Starscream: Megatron is my leader, any act against him would be backstabbing Starscream: technically speaking _Whirl: Oh, wait, you mean--you're STILL his punching bag? _Whirl: *LAUGHS* B l u r r: backstabbing your leader still means you're poor with planning. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[What kind of Greatest Detective doesn't notice a human youngling running around their house for a week.]] _Whirl: He's having a crisis. FakeProwl: Does he call himself that? _Whirl: *snickers* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Yes.]] FakeProwl: He's demonstrably wrong. _Whirl: ((HAHAHA)) FakeProwl: He's got nothing on the police with the— FakeProwl: ... statistics. FakeProwl: *annnnnnd now he's sad* B l u r r: See, now THAT is planning. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[The Barbara human?]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy looks over at his Boss and squints.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave looks down.* [[Don't be ridiculous. You're not expendable.]] _Whirl: Also--not quiet. Not even remotely. *dryly* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy huffs noisily (of course) and folds his arms.* B l u r r: I remember being expendable... /vents/ It was fantastic. FakeProwl: ... Yes. The Barbara human. _Whirl: Life gave ME  seatbelt. Starscream: No seatbelts? _Whirl: Or, well, something very like. B l u r r: K-Kyeheheh, what's a seat belt. Starscream: My altmode has seatbelts ItsyBitsySpyers: [[And that is why external docking is superior.]] _Whirl: *sits up, pops the lid of his cockpit, and gestures down to the seating inside* _Whirl: They're in there. Bevel: *could probably make seatbelts if she wanted but why* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble stands up to try to get a look* B l u r r: I don't have seat belts... _Whirl: *shifts to lower his chest so Rumble can see. It's Zori's Former Hiding Spot* B l u r r: Well, I mean, I think I do... B l u r r: I almost strangled a human with 'em ItsyBitsySpyers: //Huh.// *Sits back down.* //We ain't got 'em. Can't nobody wear 'em like Knock Out anyway.// _Whirl: ((KRYPTO)) Bevel: [[ha ha hal B l u r r: [[ im the flash ]] _Whirl: *leans back and snaps his cockpit back* They came with my interior. And... wait, where wre his? ItsyBitsySpyers: //Them neck ones.// Motions with both hands. _Whirl: *pauses and tries to remember* _Whirl: Ohh, wait. Those were seatbelts? Huh. FakeProwl: *... thinks about knock out's neck* FakeProwl: *hmmmm* _Whirl: *tilts his head just the tiniest bit* B l u r r: /shifts/ Well, let me say. I am glad Thundertron isn't my nemesis B l u r r: because that whole slaughter would have been a let down. Starscream: unlimited cookies sounds good Starscream: maybe I should be a vigilante _Whirl: *snickers( _Whirl: I been there. ...maybe not with a dolphin in there. B l u r r: Same. I just got my weapons stripped off me recently. B l u r r: It was awkward... but thrilling. Starscream: I hate being weaponless _Whirl: *sly look* Optimus did it, then? B l u r r: K-Kyeheheh. Yes. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[If only.]] _Whirl: I'm never weaponless. *clicks his claws* Starscream: lucky you B l u r r: Me neither. B l u r r: Always got weapons installed on me. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He's not so sure about the smart part.]] Starscream: I do too, Megatron tended to tear them out _Whirl: Yeah, that's never fun. B l u r r: Well, that sounds like a personal problem. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Ain't nobody takin' my weapons off. Not unless they don't like their spark no more// B l u r r: I never let anyone tear mine out. _Whirl: Had the old chest-guns removed a few times, but I'M basically a weapon, guns or no. Bevel: I always have weapons. _Whirl: (9OMG THE GREMLINS)) _Whirl: ((this is greAT) B l u r r: [[ THE DALEKS! ]] FakeProwl: *right. okay. all this talk about police and being a hero is just depressing him more. leans on Soundwave* ItsyBitsySpyers: *...Ah. Yes. This would be a bit of a sting, wouldn't it.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Wraps arm. Well, maybe something in this will give Prowl a better idea than the one he had last time.* _Whirl: I like that eyeball guy. Starscream: The tower just walking away B l u r r: See, now, I want one of those. Starscream: Why is there a release all button _Whirl: ((i'm gonna die)) _Whirl: Sor-on? _Whirl: I like that one. B l u r r: [[ I LOVE THE DALEKS ]] Starscream: hehe Starscream: ((british robots B l u r r: Now THAT is how you get henchmen motivated. _Whirl: He upgraded. Bevel: Sauron is really evil but he got beat by a ring getting thrown into a volcano. FakeProwl: *... very effective* _Whirl: Does that happen in this movie, or...? B l u r r: Don't think so. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Think it already did. He was in jail.// _Whirl: Well, there, he got better! Bevel: It was in a book. And a movie. FakeProwl: *mental note: if he ever needs to take dwon Cybertron, arrange a jailbreak.* B l u r r: It's perfect! /rubs claws together / B l u r r: I love when the villains get the upper claw! B l u r r: I hope he makes that hero grovel at his feet. ItsyBitsySpyers: *...He hopes Prowl does not take THAT advice.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Just whatever the red furred human has to say.* _Whirl: *why not prowl should beatbox* Starscream: We need more shows where the villain wins B l u r r: MM. B l u r r: Naturally. FakeProwl: *prowl would be terrible at beatboxing.* _Whirl: *but it would bring the rest of us joy* ItsyBitsySpyers: *It's strange advice, that's why. Even he wouldn't do it. ... Laserbeak might.* _Whirl: ((movie no why u gotta hurt me like that)) Starscream: lol _Whirl: ((why u gotta give bane that dumb voice)) B l u r r: [[ omg i know ]] _Whirl: That eye guy is just. Too cool. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\THE WORM WAS BETTER.\\ _Whirl: ...yeah. _Whirl: The worm was, but I appreciate his whole look. ...and the lava-barfing. FakeProwl: *... rubs helm* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Looks over.* FakeProwl: *buildings getting knocked down. devastator.* ItsyBitsySpyers: @P (txt): ...Noise? FakeProwl: @Soundwave «No. Wanton devastation.» ItsyBitsySpyers: //Your eye don't barf lava, right?// _Whirl: *snickering* B l u r r: It would be an interesting concept... Starscream: thee lightning has impeccable aim ItsyBitsySpyers: @P: (txt): ...Understood. _Whirl: *hand over spark* _Whirl: He was too good for this film.. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Adds mass building destruction to his list of things to be aware of in the future.* ItsyBitsySpyers: //So, I'm jus' sayin'. Good costume for this year.// _Whirl: Hmm? *looks down* Which one? ItsyBitsySpyers: //The tower thing. Or Batguy.// _Whirl: Hmm. *taps the underside of his helm* I dunno exactly how I could pull that off... he _Whirl: s got no limbs. _Whirl: But he DOES have a cool look. B l u r r: Is Batman a hero or villain? B l u r r: He seems like an anti...villain... Starscream: Both B l u r r: but an anti-hero. FakeProwl: *mutters* An idiot. B l u r r: He doesn't seem capable of doing things alone B l u r r: It's not that easy. _Whirl: What about you? Any ideas of your own, from this one? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Quiet huff* B l u r r: Hn? FakeProwl: *"protecting" useful people is a waste of resources that should be better spent protecting everyone else* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble scratches his chin. Soundwave just flicks his hand. If Blurr didn't catch the mutter, it doesn't matter* Starscream: I told Megatron I hated him the first time we met _Whirl: This is a movie about nemeses just as much as it is about anything else. This is great. B l u r r: [[ which mutter because it wasn't clear who it was to >>;; ]] B l u r r: [[ Whirl and Blurr both have one eye >>;;; ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((prowl was muttering about batman i think)) FakeProwl: ((ye)) B l u r r: [[ oh lmao. ]] _Whirl: ((yes!)) B l u r r: [[ im typing an assignment on the side so lmao ]] B l u r r: [[ im lost. ]] B l u r r: Well, I can think of plenty of mechs I hate. B l u r r: / taps chin/ only one that I've told. B l u r r: I usually just kill what annoys me. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[It's not just -hate-. They have to be worthy. Capable of foiling as many of your moves as you do of theirs.]] FakeProwl: *... are we talking about nemeses* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Welcome to the party, Prowl* _Whirl: *pauses thoughtfully* You know, some holographic effects could get that eye thing going... B l u r r: /crosses arms/ I suppose I ItsyBitsySpyers: //One of them dinosaur things.// FakeProwl: *rghgh* B l u r r: have had plenty of thorns in my side... _Whirl: Yeah? The... the raptor guy? B l u r r: It sure as frag isn't Starscream. B l u r r: He's not worth any respect. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Yeah. I seen them Park films. They're killer.// _Whirl: Nice. Starscream: This movie is inspiring me to kill Megatron again B l u r r: You haven't even killed him one time. FakeProwl: Oh, for—! Starscream: I sort of did... he came back FakeProwl: You can't be a nemesis with someone on the SAME SIDE as you! FakeProwl: That's not how it works! That's RIDICULOUS. Starscream: Why not B l u r r: You need to learn how to kill people. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Mildly alarmed sitting upright.* B l u r r: I could educate you. It'll be a one time lesson. Starscream: We aren't on the same side ItsyBitsySpyers: *...And now curious leaning. That's an oddly strong feeling.*( _Whirl: Different Starscream, Prowl. B l u r r: [[ night wing!! ]] Starscream: I fight for the Decepticons because I can't be an Autobot, not because I like him FakeProwl: You're fighting for the same goal, aren't you? For the same faction to win? Starscream: My goal is to defeat Megatron _Whirl: ((wait, nix that)) _Whirl: ((thought that was directed at blurr)) B l u r r: [[ is okay. ]] B l u r r: [[ i did too haha ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy cackles about the one time death lesson* B l u r r: / grins at Frenzy/ FakeProwl: That's—ridiculous. YOU'RE ridiculous. That's not how it works. Of all the... Starscream: Why not?  It makes perfect sense to me B l u r r: You don't make ANY sense. FakeProwl: That's because you're a moron who doesn't get how nemeses work. B l u r r: Starscream  doesn't know how anything works. Starscream: Okay, then how do they work ItsyBitsySpyers: *Yes, do tell. He's quite interested now.* FakeProwl: You. Are. Supposed. To. Be. On. Opposite. Sides. _Whirl: I already TOLD you, Starscream, damn. B l u r r: /vents/ This whole family theme is annoying. Can we go back to the Joker? B l u r r: I like him. _Whirl: I explained it IN DETAIL, how thick can you possibly be? Starscream: We are on opposite sides, he wants to live and I want to kill him B l u r r: Whirl, it's Starscream. FakeProwl: You're on the same faction! B l u r r: It's not your fault he didn't retain anything Starscream: Just because we are on the same side of the war doesn't mean anything _Whirl: You're right, Teach. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave shakes his helm. No wonder his former faction had trouble getting things done.* FakeProwl: *grumbles, sits back, rubs his optics* Bevel: *giggles* B l u r r: [[ B l u r r: * [[ "Im irritating" <-- it me ]] _Whirl: Okay,w e all know, the only appropriate superhero theme is Shoot to Thrill. FakeProwl: *he shouldn't have come tonight* B l u r r: Right? B l u r r: I wonder if we have a theme song as pirates... /taps chin/ Starscream: If Megabutt isn't my nemesis then who is ItsyBitsySpyers: @P: (txt): Starscream: idiot. Ignore. Standard Decepticon rule. Bevel: Bet you could write one. Like Batman did. B l u r r: [[ i love this part ]] _Whirl: *approves of this particular brand of family bonding* _Whirl: *he may or may not be briefly reminded of a dreadful little murdercloud* FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Yes. He is.» ItsyBitsySpyers: @P: (txt): Nemesis identity, Prowl's? Insistence suggests experience. B l u r r: / claw to chassis. So romantic / FakeProwl: *.....................* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Awwwwwwww.// Starscream: So much romance Starscream: ew FakeProwl: @Soundwave «None.» _Whirl: I know, right? *delighted* _Whirl: Not ROMANCE, idiot. _Whirl: Nemeses. B l u r r: I want one of those-! ItsyBitsySpyers: *Surprised tilt.* _Whirl: Work for it, Teach. _Whirl: You'll get there. Starscream: Really cause they're talking like people who are in love FakeProwl: *that was a touching nemesis speech, dammit* _Whirl: You just don't understand, Starscream. *shakes his head* Starscream: Don't understand what? B l u r r: Rodimus could have been one of those... but he is an idiot. B l u r r: [[ I CANNOT WITH THE SPANISH ]] B l u r r: [[ every damn time, i laugh ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): None? Not understood. Many worthy qualities. Intelligence, persistence, influence, idealism, evasiveness. Satisfactory kick. FakeProwl: ((... wasn't the Joker one of the "every villain" that Batman promised to send back)) B l u r r: [[ nah ]] B l u r r: [[ they wanted THEIR villains back ]] _Whirl: ((sauron is also sort of still there, albeit... dead ish)) FakeProwl: ((but joker WAS one of their villains. for like fifteen minutes, but still.)) FakeProwl: ((longer than batman was there, and batman assumed HE was supposed to go back too)) B l u r r: [[ idk man fbdhk ]] B l u r r: [[ Joker is weird. ]] _Whirl: That was a damn good movie, Teach. _Whirl: I didn't expect to like that nearly as much. Bevel: Catchy. FakeProwl: *yeah, soundwave, rub it in why don't you.* FakeProwl: @Soundwave «None.» ItsyBitsySpyers: @P: (txt): If recognition: failed, all enemies: unworthy. B l u r r: /snerk/ I liked it, too ItsyBitsySpyers: *Was recording that.* _Whirl: *leans backa nd streeetches* _Whirl: Not a bad diversion from horror, not at all. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «... Or, I don't meet their standards.» Bevel: That was really fun. B l u r r: Well, stuck on Earth so, I have to come up with something. B l u r r: Besides, it was about villains... sort of. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\F'REAL, I LIKED THAT. LOTSA ACTION. WAY BETTER'N THE QUIZ THING.\\ B l u r r: Kyeheheh. What can I say? I'm good at what I do. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Impossible. Prowl: admirable. Would accept, if beginning circumstances: different. B l u r r: Makes me wonder what type of Nemesis I would have... B l u r r: no one can match me for speed. _Whirl: Sadly, mine is dead. Or, well, sort of. _Whirl: A multiversal versiion of him popped up a while back, but he's gone again. B l u r r: Hnnh. B l u r r: You don't irritate me, but if you did, I would be incredibly grateful if YOU were my nemesis, Whirl. FakeProwl: *oh, that's... actually really flattering.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Jazz will always be the best of them, of course, but he would consider Prowl worth his time. His own could have been, if she'd really dedicated herself. A step above Blaster, or right around there.* FakeProwl: @Soundwave «... Thank you.» B l u r r: / smirks and pulls some wiring up from his arm / You're fun to fight with. Imagine if we just fought each other all the time. What a thrill. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Dips his helm.* Bevel: *has no nemesis and wouldn't even know where to begin with getting one* _Whirl: Well, damn, Teach. Thanks. _Whirl: *withoiut knowing, he dips his helm at Blurr at very nearly the exact time Soundwave does to prowl* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy looks up at Bevel* B l u r r: / flicks finials and nods / ItsyBitsySpyers: *...................................................* ItsyBitsySpyers: \\...NAH. I'D WHOOP YER AFT TOO EASY.\\ _Whirl: Oh, I know I am. *lifts his helm, unabashedly proud* And yeah, you're fast, and that kinetic-thing you've got going is tough to get around... but I bet I could do it. _Whirl: It'd be a hell of a fight. B l u r r: All the time. B l u r r: It would be entertaining. And incredibly thrilling. B l u r r: But, I don't HATE you. So, it doesn't work, does it? ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): ...Humorous reminder: alliance preferred. B l u r r: Even though the respect factor is there. Bevel: *pushes Frenzy over with a grin* Ok, Lil' Bit ItsyBitsySpyers: \\OOF!\\ ItsyBitsySpyers: *Swings at her arm* Bevel: *laughs* _Whirl: Yeah. Like, the respect factor is there, and the DESIRE to fight--but that's just normal friendship. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Heh. Same.» B l u r r: Mmm... but, we could stil lfight sometimes. B l u r r: If you want to. _Whirl: Ultimately I don't wanna destroy you, y'know? When you have a nemesis, it's like... that's it. That's the perfect moment, even though you don't want it to end. FakeProwl: *Soundwave gunning for him would be... well, not LITERALLY Prowl's worst nightmare—because Prowl's worst nightmare involves Insecticons—but it would be very close.* _Whirl: Gimme a time and a place, Teach, I'm ALWAYS down for a scuffle. B l u r r: Kyeheheheh. Good. B l u r r: /nods helm a little/ Yeah, I get that. I've never met anyone who balances both. Well... maybe... maybe one person. B l u r r: / taps chinplate/ But, he doesn't really think of me that way. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...That is it. That is how you know.]] _Whirl: Hey, it took me millions of years to finally meet Killmaster. _Whirl: And there were a LOT of mecha I really, REALLY, REALLY--*stiffens a bit* REALLY. HATED. B l u r r: I knew a mech that I hated so much, I wanted to kill him, but it was too fun to let him die... _Whirl: ...before him. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[If you think you would regret the manner of their death if it were not by your hands.]] _Whirl: *nods* yep. And when you know that's how they feel, too. B l u r r: oh, well... I'm pretty sure everyone who wnats me dead is B l u r r: honest about it _Whirl: *relaxes a touch* See, that's why Megatron can't be your nemesis, Starscream, aside from the hilariously obvious reasons Prowl stated. Optimus is his nemesis. B l u r r: Oh, to have the Tyran Prime as a nemesis... / would sparkly eye if he could / Starscream: Yeah but we don't have to be mutually nemesises B l u r r: To be crushed by that large pede and ran through with a sword... all that hate in his optics. B l u r r: / twitches claws and spreads them over his face/ Bevel: *so confused about this nemesis stuff* ItsyBitsySpyers: *There is a vaguely wistful tone to his thoughts.* _Whirl: You absolutely do. _Whirl: If your nemesis doesn't actually refer toi you as "nemesis" then it's just. A sad, pale imitation. Starscream: I hate Megatron more than anything else in the universe, he's scum _Whirl: ...*was about to say "me too" but has to live with the knowledge that he... actually DOES hate someone more than Megatron. Multiple someones* _Whirl: And, Blurr, you've just got a huge crush on him, that's different. B l u r r: ... Hhh, I suppose. B l u r r: It's great to have, though... Starscream: One day I'll have a chance tosnuff his spark _Whirl: *dryly* A nemesis, or a crush? B l u r r: ... oh. A crush. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Jazz deserved a more fitting termination. A stray shot from an unknown soldier - it should have been something glorious. A final race to stop a musical virus. A game of poisons. Anything but that.]] B l u r r: Your Jazz died from a shot? Poor thing... B l u r r: Ah... I do rather hate Jazz... Starscream: ((Star "killing Megatron i my kink" scream B l u r r: But, he's obnoxiously friendly to me Bevel: Most Jazzes are really friendly like that. _Whirl: *shrugs* FakeProwl: A nemesis MUST be mutual. A nemesis is a relationship. Bevel: *most, definitely only most* FakeProwl: Otherwise it's just unrequited spite. Starscream: Oh no, he hates me too Starscream: Just not as deep a loathing as mine B l u r r: This Jazz is more so, I think... FakeProwl: Not good enough. B l u r r: / looks at Bevel/ Some kind of holy relic or something. FakeProwl: If he doesn't see you as his nemesis, you're not nemeses. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Primus, their obnoxious insincere friendliness.]] A pause. [[And their magnet hands. On some.]] _Whirl: I mean, hate isn't gonna cut it. Starscream: Then I guess I'll just have to settle for not having a nemesis _Whirl: You can go through your life hating everyone. I did. _Whirl: Mostly. _Whirl: With a few exceptions, I still more or less DO. Bevel: Like a relic of the Thirteen? ItsyBitsySpyers: *And now he's suddenly suspicious. He glances around the room to assure himself his complaining isn't going to a surprise audience.* B l u r r: A relic of the what? No.. .he's that stupid cube thing B l u r r: Everytime he comes over, he pesters me. FakeProwl: *likes the magnet hands* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Prowl doesn't understand. He doesn't understand what Jazz has done with them.* _Whirl: Isn't that the guy that made Zori super-sized? B l u r r: Yeah... Starscream: ((I have to go ItsyBitsySpyers: [[At least you aren't -teaching- him.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((awww! byeeee! thank you for showing up )) Starscream: ((thanks for the stream _Whirl: ((be!)) _Whirl: ((....bye)) _Whirl: ((BE)) B l u r r: byeee!! ]] _Whirl: I don't think he likes that very much--can't you get him to change him back? B l u r r: ... Are you teaching him? _Whirl: I don't really talk to him anymore, but Professor Z seems down. B l u r r: Me? Get him to change Zori back? B l u r r: Jazz isn't going to listen to me... ItsyBitsySpyers: [[NO. No. Jazz is not adjusting Zori again.]] Bevel: Cube thing? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He is working on other solutions. Ones that are unlikely to end in \a microscopic minicon.]] B l u r r: / nods at Bevel/ He's some kind of... what is it? B l u r r: All Spark? _Whirl: *looks to Soundwave*  ...y'know that's probably not a bad idea. If he screwed up ONCE... ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Unfortunately.]] _Whirl: Well, if you need any ideas, I know a guy with a shrink ray. *shrugs* Bevel: Oh! I know what that is. B l u r r: you do? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...You will tell him more about that later, of course.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Oh! Oh. And here he is talking about-- and Prowl is right--* Bevel: Yeah, it made Cybertronian life in some places. I saw one once on a job. These Autobots had pieces of it and it made things come to life. B l u r r: Well, now it's all put together inside some mech. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): ...Jazz amica status temporarily forgotten. Apologies. Bevel: Starscream was a zombie. I bet Jazz is a zombie to. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Primus forbid.]] B l u r r: He's a zombie? Huh... no, impossible. That would make him interesting. Bevel: *giggles* B l u r r: Even so... he's very much alive from what I see. _Whirl: Sure thing. _Whirl: And, yeah, Teach--Brainstorm. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «We spent four million years on opposite sides of a war. I'll forgive you badmouthing my amica if you forgive me occasionally cringing at references to assassinating senators.» _Whirl: In my home dimension I got shrunk down and fouight some scrapets in Big M's body. _Whirl: Left some quality graffiti in there, too. Bevel: Maybe it works different in his universe. All the things that are the same from one universe to another are not really the same most of the time. *it's really confusing* ItsyBitsySpyers: *He seems to consider this for a moment. Like, actually consider it. He's tapping his digits and everything.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *And a nod.* B l u r r: Things change, kid. /looking at Bevel/ it happens. If you want to learn more about him, talk to him. B l u r r: He only calls me when he's having one of those... vision things. B l u r r: Like I'm supposed to know what it means. _Whirl: All right, losers, time for me to head out. *streeetches one more time before carefuly extricating himself* _Whirl: Seeya. *salutes the room* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Aww. Ya gotta?// B l u r r: / waves at whirl/ See you sometime soon. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Anyway, it's nice to hear that he was a thorn in a high-ranking Decepticons' side. I'm sure he'd be pleased by your complaints.» Bevel: *waves to Whirl* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Well, Rumble will trot back over to the couch and squeeze in between Frenzy and Bevel* _Whirl: Yeah, I've got... *plants to tend to* Errands. Bevel: *still sure this Jazz is an allspark zombie but she'll nod at Blurr anyone* Bevel: *anyway* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Kay. Seeya later.// _Whirl: *he'll spare Rumble a nudge before he makes his exit, bobs his head to all one last time, and trots off* B l u r r: I'll tell you what, though. His universe is one hot mess. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): ...Confirm Prowl not sharing news. Bevel: More than the other ones? B l u r r: As is my own. Yet, while we lay low here on Earth, the Decepticons won't attack us... for now. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «I won't tell him a word.» B l u r r: / flicks finials / Hn? Well, apparently his Autobots are dying off constantly. B l u r r: He keeps calling me in a panic. Bevel: *nudges Rumble carefully in greeting* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Nudge back and a grin.* Bevel: Oh, are they still fighting? B l u r r: ... I don't know. I stay out of it. B l u r r: I have no more ties to his universe B l u r r: / grumbles/ I have ties to another one now. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ping ping. Prowl is getting a reward. And also a demonstration of why Soundwave hates Jazzes so very, very much. Would he like to accept the A/V file.* Bevel: Sometimes being tied to someplace is a good thing. FakeProwl: *? all right* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Prowl's gonna see Soundwave cautiously stick his hand through a crack in the door, have it magneted, and get yanked through while Jazz flips over him. BUT WAIT, THERE'S MORE.* B l u r r: ... In this case, I'm not sure yet. B l u r r: If being tied to it is good. B l u r r: [[ LOL I REMEMBER THAT SOUNDWAVE ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Because Jazz was an unauthorized intruder, a bridge immediately opened, dragging him through it. Since Soundwave was magneted, he got yanked right back into Dancitron and fell through with Jazz--* ItsyBitsySpyers: *And they both ended up a fair distance away, completely locked out of a building now on shutdown.* ItsyBitsySpyers: ((YOU BETTER REMEMBER HE'S STILL SO MAD)) B l u r r: [[ BE MAD WERE ON CYBERTRONS RUINS ]] Bevel: Aw well, I hope you figure it out. *encouraging smile* FakeProwl: *... hmmm. Well.* FakeProwl: *this requires some serious contemplation. prowl puts his elbows on his knees and laces his hands together.* FakeProwl: *and presses them over his mouth.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Elbow nudge. He sees that.* B l u r r: ... /tilts helm/ Hmh. So, what's your plan, huh? B l u r r: / at bevel / FakeProwl: *he's shaking.* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Confirm THAT not shared either. ItsyBitsySpyers: *His dignity may be fluttering away in the wind, but at least Prowl is having a good moment for once. Shortage of those lately.* Bevel: *shrugs* Plans for what? FakeProwl: @Soundwave «I will absolutely not be sharing this.» FakeProwl: @Soundwave «... And the Constructicons better not be either.» FakeProwl: *good moment's over. What if that file got transferred to them during recharge? What if they decided they didn't care about Prowl's promise not to share it?* FakeProwl: *wilts slightly* ItsyBitsySpyers: *He sees this wilt.* B l u r r: / leans forward to look at Bevel/ You want on the ship or not? ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Inform them if this, shared, Soundwave personally ensures guard deals never again accepted. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Furthermore: existing Constructicon enjoyment items confiscated, shared among Autobot newbuilds. Bevel: Oh that! Um, well. *it would get her away from the horrible awkwardness of her home planet* would you mind someone else coming with me? FakeProwl: *small nod.* FakeProwl: *attaches that note to the file. If the A/V file gets transferred to them, the threat will go with it.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Small nudge.* FakeProwl: *questioning ping* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Own fault. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Wait, who's goin' with ya?// FakeProwl: @Soundwave «... What is?» B l u r r: ... Who's the someone else? B l u r r: / tilts helm and flicks finials/ Remember, joining my crew means I am your Captain. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Shared file. Constructicon tie known. Other data also given. Shrinking: unnecessary. Bevel: My amica and I am used to following orders. B l u r r: So who is this america? B l u r r: / he doesn't know these terms / B l u r r: / An amica endurae is an american endurance / ItsyBitsySpyers: [[..................America?]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Yeah, he heard that.* FakeProwl: *shakes head. doesn't make a difference.* Bevel: *stares at Blurr for a second trying to think of how to answer this* FakeProwl: *he was still Reminded of them. and that he has no control over this connection.* B l u r r: ... Isn't that what it's called? B l u r r: That's what you said, right? Bevel: Amica. B l u r r: ...Ah. B l u r r: Well, who is that? Bevel: Like a really important friend. Some universes do not have them. B l u r r: We certainly don't Bevel: *this feels like such an understatment of the term but it's the best she can give* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Quiet vent. Light thumb rubbing on whatever plate it's resting against.* B l u r r: Anyway. Who are they? ItsyBitsySpyers: *He'll wait until Prowl feels like saying something about it or moving on. Whichever.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble and Frenzy chinhands and watch Bevel and Blurr. They wanna know too.* FakeProwl: *doesn't feel like saying anything now. just sorta slumps there.* Bevel: *sticks tongue out at the twins* Rolodex is a minicon from one of the Malgus universe. They are not a warrior or anything like that. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Well, then Soundwave will just stay there with him for now. Maybe have an idea to temporarily get him 'away' from his troubles for a bit, in a few minutes.* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Which one's Malgus?// Bevel: The one with the zombie Starscream. B l u r r: [[ Maglus is TFA, yes? ]] Bevel: [[Yes B l u r r: *Malgus ]] B l u r r: [[ My son is from Malgus. My other Blurr ]] Bevel: [[TFA Blurr <3 B l u r r: [[ yasss ]] B l u r r: A minicon, hn? And what use will they do for the crew? Or you, for that matter? B l u r r: If you're part of the crew, you're part of the ship. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Hey! Don't you go stickin' her in no walls!// Bevel: *armor bristles slightly*Rolodex has been my friend since I first got lost. They are really smart and nice and help keep all our mercenary data neat and make sure we don't mess anything up B l u r r: So, they can keep data organized? Bevel: Huh-uh! They were a data keeper at a big prison on their Cybertron. B l u r r: Hmmm...we could use someone with those skills. Skychaser is moving to full time pilot. B l u r r: And you? B l u r r: / looks at the twins/ And I won't be putting anyone in a wall. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Good.// Squint. Bevel: I fight mostly. B l u r r: Do you need a reason to? B l u r r: You see, being a pirate is all about going against the grain. I don't want you to join and then you decide not to participate in any raids or pillaging events. Bevel: I do not hurt civilians. B l u r r: /scoffs/ then what kind of pirate are you expecting to be? Bevel: The kind that helps you take out bots like Thundertron. B l u r r: /smirks/ Now now, I didn't need a lot of help with that. /points to Frenzy/ Just his help. B l u r r: /lifts digit/ However... this may work to our advantage. Mechs like Thundertron need to be stopped. Bevel: *nods* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): This, not ideal overheard talk. If company still needed-wanted, Prowl avatar permitted longer stay within apartment. Speech, quiet not minded. Bevel: *she can't deny Frenzy's awesomeness during that fight* B l u r r: Hmmnh... /leans forrward and looks over Bevel/ I don't think I ever got a proper introduction. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy puffs a bit.* Bevel: My name is Bevel. B l u r r: ... Blurr. /shifts and holds out a claw/ Captain of the Emperor. /Your/ Captain, if you choose to be on my ship. B l u r r: That means you do what I say, when I say it. Any signs of mutiny.. .well... you don't want to know what kind of appetite I have. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «... I may as well go home.» *he's got nothing to offer Soundwave right now.* Bevel: Ew. *takes the offered claw* Does that mean I get stuck on this Earth now? B l u r r: It means you're stuck with me until we can leave. It won't be long now. I think I've managed to gain the sympathy of the mech who took me. B l u r r: I'm quite the actor. /smirks and lifts a digit to his scarred derma/ Don't tell anyone, though. Bevel: *giggles* So am I. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Prowl certain? Home comfort not expected in present moment... this, time away assistance. Return not required. Peace, quiet. Soundwave's time spent repairing datapads. Bevel: I have to get Rolodex and our stuff if we have to live on the ship. ItsyBitsySpyers: *In other words, Prowl doesn't have to entertain him if he just wants to leave his mind somewhere that isn't the prison apartment for a while.* FakeProwl: @Soundwave «The Constructicons aren't home at night. I can get peace and quiet as easily there as anywhere else.» ItsyBitsySpyers: *Somehow he doubts the 'peace' part of that.* FakeProwl: *which was to say, not easily at all. but that wasn't the fault of the location. even in holoform, he could feel the itch of his sanded off decals.* B l u r r: Good. Then get your supplies and that mech B l u r r: And come back here. /looking Bevel over/ And bring any supplies you have ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): ...If mind changed, alert. Simple plan adjustment. Not difficulty if own home preferred; potential Constructicon theft warning recorded. Security presence not unexpected. Bevel: Ok! *Blurr better hope he's up for the sheer amount of supplies and stuff Bevel is bringing back* B l u r r: / he wants all the things / B l u r r: ... Welcome to The Emperor... Bevel. /twitches claws/ ItsyBitsySpyers: *He knows he's made this offer at least once a week now, but he's not entirely sure what else to do. There's no mental clues to go off of, and Prowl can be closed-off even when he's NOT upset.* FakeProwl: @Soundwave «No. No—don't come over.» Bevel: Thanks, Blurr. Captain. *shrugs, look formal titles are not a thing with her merc group* B l u r r: Mm.../waves claw/ You'll learn in time ItsyBitsySpyers: *Tilts helm.* FakeProwl: @Soundwave «There's no need for that.» Bevel: @Soundwave: Can you help me with a space bridge later please? ItsyBitsySpyers: @Bevel: [[Yes.]] Bevel: @Soundwave: Thank you. :) ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): ...In personal experience, direction loss: more painful alone. However, if that: Prowl's wish, Soundwave... complies. ItsyBitsySpyers: *A twist to face Bevel and a nod.* FakeProwl: *flinches* FakeProwl: *he hates that he can't keep anything to himself. Everything's already obvious, isn't it? he used to be able to keep secrets.* FakeProwl: @Soundwave «"Alone" isn't even an option for me.» ItsyBitsySpyers: *Prowl shouldnt dig at himself so hard. It's hard to have them around Soundwave.* B l u r r: / vents and leans over on his couch to look everyone else over. Well, he's comfortable here. Lays out on couch / B l u r r: You'll learn to like living here. My ship isn't so bad, you know. /to Bevel / ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Apology. Corrected term: "Unaccompanied." Implication Constructicon ties forgotten unintended. Bevel: Better than living on Cybertron. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble mutters something that sounds like "ain't that the truth"* B l u r r: Kyeheheh, if you say so. You'll never go hungry FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Mm.» *the wording doesn't make much difference.* «... I dislike being fussed over.» Bevel: Good to know. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): ...Acknowledged. Glass treatment not meant. This - Soundwave not unfamiliar. After betrayal, new function not known. Carrier privacy also reduced. -- B l u r r: Mmhm. You see, we make stops all over the verses. I'm sure you'll get used to it. ItsyBitsySpyers: Intended offer purpose: support, understanding, assistance. Prowl capability still understood. However, desire: reduce unnecessary suffering, avoid unilateral decision. Bevel: I am used to travelling through the multiverse. B l u r r: Oh, good. Then you're used to foreign places. B l u r r: Now, there are guests that come and go on the ship that you should be aware of. ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): That, only reason. Prowl decision: time unaccompanied wanted. That, respected. Goodnight bid. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «I shouldn't have said I turned down a job offer.» ItsyBitsySpyers: *Or not.* Bevel: Guests? B l u r r: Yes. B l u r r: For one, if you see a white mech with red markings, if he still looks the same, that's Drift. B l u r r: If he's on the ship and he tells you to do something, you're advised to listen to him. B l u r r: He's like my honorary first mate. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Data learned soon regardless. Small pieces already possessed. Starscream complaint suffering expected. Soundwave sees much. That, role. Cannot apologize. Respect, best counter. Bevel: Oh. Ok. ItsyBitsySpyers: *So he'll let go and bow his helm.* FakeProwl: *irritated sigh* @Soundwave «... Goodnight.» B l u r r: Big green and white mech with AMP across his chassis? That's Roadbuster. He's allowed on the ship any time. B l u r r: And if I say I have a guest and you are to remain in your sectors of the ship, listen to what I say. FakeProwl: *disappears* B l u r r: The trophy room is off limits. /counting on digits/ The room of intellect is open to mechs who wish to settle and work on their own source material for themselves. I'll explain B l u r r: the basics of our beliefs some other time. B l u r r: You're welcome to look at any frames on the wall, but don't knock them down Bevel: *nods and listens intently* B l u r r: Oberyn, you'll know him when you see him, is allowed to roam wherever he likes. If you don't want him in your room, make sure you lock the door. B l u r r: Menace, who I'm sure is on the ship somewhere, might be in the vents. Just be wary. Menace: *muffled* I'm in the closet today. B l u r r: ... He's in the closet, apparently. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Shakes his helm a little. Prowl can be mad at him if he wants. He's not going to be sorry that he figures things out--.* Bevel: Closet ok. Lock doors. *she should have written this down maybe* B l u r r: Menace is my audio and optic set. He's gotten rid of traitors before and I'm sure he's itching to do it again sometime. B l u r r: Either way, just remember that my ship can be very interesting to live on so long as you follow the rules. B l u r r: Oh, and you might want to tell me what you like to eat now. ItsyBitsySpyers: *And he's not going to be sorry that he told Prowl he was semi-familiar with the problem. It's true.* Bevel: Leave. I have friends off ship. My creator. I will need to visit them sometimes. And I only eat energon. Regular kind. Or high grade sometimes. Not anything made from humans. Bevel: The human stuff is gross. ItsyBitsySpyers: *He's just going to ping Bevel and Blurr simple goodbyes and make his way out. Like he said, he has datapads to repair.* B l u r r: Right, well, we don't eat humans here. But, the cannibar does serve energon from many mechs. /smirks/ so be careful what you order. Bevel: *pings back, will message later for that bridge* B l u r r: /waves to Soundwave / B l u r r: As for leave, I won't keep you from whatever a creator is, but you need to remember that you'll be a wanted mech, so whatever happens when you leave is on your helm. B l u r r: But we will come get you if there is an attack. We don't leave crew mates behind. Bevel: That is ok than. B l u r r: One more thing. I have alliances. Strong ones. Anything we do... any business between them remains between us. B l u r r: Nothing can be said outside of the crew unless I say so. Bevel: I can keep secrets. I am really good at it. B l u r r: Good. then we're all right. Now, I just need you to know that we mechs... don't believe in Primus. Mechs from my universe, anyway. B l u r r: You can pray to whatever bag of chips you want. Bevel: *snickers* B l u r r: But on this ship, with my mechs from my verse that I brought, they worship in a different way. You're allowed to talk to B l u r r: whatever you want. But, don't push it on others. Other than that, talk to those pringles. Bevel: *she is going to assume that means no one will be pushing pringles she doesn't want onto her as well and nod in agreement* B l u r r: / nods / See? I can be a good Captain. B l u r r: / flexes claws/ Sometimes. Better than Thundertron, eh? Bevel: A lot of bots are better than Thundertron but I think we can make this work. Bevel: *she stands* I will go get my things now and Rolodex and I will return as soon as we are able. It will not be very long. I will bring whatever supplies for the ship that I can. B l u r r: Right. Get a move on, then. Bevel: *nods and leaves*

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Playing With His Hands | Suga, Bokuto, Sakusa

Pairing: Suga X Reader (gender neutral), Bokuto X Reader (gender neutral), and Sakusa X Reader (gender neutral)

Genre: f l u f f 

Author’s Note: fun fact about me - my pinky is 6cm

Tendo, Tsukishima, Oikawa // Yamaguchi, Akaashi, Ushijima

Suga: Warning! Manga spoilers! 

You played with his worn fingers as the two of you relaxed in his living room

The two of you watched the little mermaid and sung along playfully, singing to each other, forgetting about the night

Time washed away and dissolved into a distant memory as soon as the two of you were together

The day went by in what felt like a couple hours but in reality, it was disappearing after one movie after another but it didn’t matter

What mattered was the memories you were able to make with him and he could make with you in your final years before being embraced to the future

The two of you danced along singing to Under the Sea (this is a vid of suga’s voice actor singing under the sea in Japanese and im so soft-) having the time of your lives in his living room

Pillows littered all over the floor, the blanket hanging off the edge of the couch, the room filled with your laughter and his voice as he twirled you about, dancing along to the music with lyrics he knew by heart at this point

You felt like children but who cares. A good time is a good time and it was the best time right now for him

After twirling about, the two of you erupted into a fit of laughter and giggles, his hands playing with yours

He imprinted the way they felt on his hands knowing possibly one day, he wouldn’t get to hold them anymore

But who knows? Certainly not him

Though he would love it if the future didn’t part you two too far

You two were best friends and lovers and you were such a blessing in his life

He came to you and let his feelings out, every single thought fell from his lips and into your ears when he told you about Kageyama and how he knew for a fact he wouldn’t be playing as much anymore

But you were always there for him and you made sure he knew it

As he played with your hands and you did the same, one thing led to another and it became a thumb war

It was hard playing against him though since his fingers were longer than yours

Soon as the two of you thumb wrestled, the movie became a background noise and the two of you let your hearts pour out about the inevitable, uncertain future

He finally decided on what he wanted to be: an elementary teacher

You paused from the game, your eyes sparkling into his and held his hand, occasionally squeezing it as you essentially bombarded him with questions on how he was able to finally pick something for the future

You were excited for him and with him having confidence he would be fine doing whatever he set his mind to

His hand never left yours throughout the night and he never wanted to let go of you

this owl man im- 

Bokuto: 

The cicadas chirped loudly in all the branches, hidden behind leaves and blended into the bark of all the trees that surrounded the high school Fukurodani and other schools were invited for a summer volleyball training camp

Everyone ate their barbecue meal provided the coaches, filling their endless stomachs as much as they could

You sat in the grassy hill besides Bokuto and Akaashi with your own plate of food while Bokuto had his mountain

Akaashi and you would have too occasionally tell him to slow down or else he would choke on his food like kageyama pff

But to your surprise, he really didn’t

It was the final night for everyone and tomorrow, everyone would depart around noon

Bokuto and you walked around, enjoying the summer breeze and how good it felt, how calm it was

Entering the third gym, you watched Bokuto as he played a 3 on 3 with Akaashi, Kuroo, Tsukishima, Hinata, and Lev

They were all so tall, excluding Hinata, which made the play seem so easy

The game went on neck to neck according to you who kept score and also acted as a mediator

Bokuto got pumped up hearing your voice cheering for him when he approached to hit in the moment, feeling accomplished when he scored yet another point

They played on until it was nearly curfew

But before everything wrapped up, they all took a breather

Bokuto plopped down beside you and you instantly reached to play with his hand

This was something you did quite often with him and he loved the way you felt and how easily he could trap your hand in his

He smiled and glanced over to you, prodding at you at how cute you were until Kuroo had to get his attention back since he turned away as he was speaking

His voice got the two of you to look up at him with wide eyes, looking like two alarmed owls which just made him realize, no, remember how well the two of you were together

But you continued your ministrations, poking at his soft finger pads and feeling how warm it was after hitting the ball so many times

He occasionally closed his fingers around your hand which made you poke and try to pry his hand off from you

How could he focus on kuroo’s words when you were playing with his hand and he was playing with yours too?

Kuroo eventually gave up knowing his words were going in one ear and coming out the other as soon as it went in so he gave up and eventually just talked to Akaashi

Though Akaashi was admiring the two of you, glad that Bokuto was able to have you in his life since he knew Bokuto wouldn’t have Akaashi by his side next year

But he would have you

Sakusa: 

The day was going by slowly but it was so peaceful as the storm brewed out in the sky

Low rumbles of thunder sounding far off in the distance

Lightning suddenly flashing throughout the dark house

You weren’t one to be afraid of storms but with how dark the house was, you definitely found it to be very creepy

What you did find, however, to be quite frightening were loud sounds

Though Sakusa was unbothered by it all as he read his book on the couch

Your hair was damp, fresh out of the shower that went by a bit quicker than normal out of the uneasiness you felt being in the dark alone upstairs, even if your bathroom was brightly lit with your lights on

Of course Sakusa showered before you so he was relaxing with his legs spread out on the couch

Moving the blanket, you joined him beneath the blanket, getting a quick glance from him

You fiddled with your own hands in your lap as he continued to read, only the sound of the rain and subtle thunder coming through the walls of the house

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a very bright light flashed through the windows followed by one of the loudest cracks of thunder you had ever heard

The house was suddenly consumed by darkness and it certainly shook you

You were frozen in your spot, glancing over to Sakusa who was illuminated from behind the streetlamp outside

He was still unbothered, most likely thinking the storm was perfect to wash away all the dirt and germs in the streets

With a dejected sigh, he put his book down and seeing how timid you were, he placed his hand in your lap, letting you play with it, knowing how much you wanted to do so whenever you were upset, bored, happy, anything

He usually never let you touch his hands since they were, well, his hands

But you were his s/o

As stingy as he was about his phobia of germs, even if it meant the two of you could do what was considered normal with couples like cuddling or holding hands, he still genuinely cared about you

It was moments like these he made the exception to push aside his fears to calm your own

You were touched whenever he let you do what you wanted with him, taking the opportunity to do whatever since you never knew when the next time he would let you was going to be

You traced the lines in the palm of his hand and played with his wrist, still amazed at how flexible they were

You never got bored bending them, seeing how far they could go whereas others only dreamed of being able to bend them this far

He could feel the palm of his hand meeting the skin of his forearm but it was a feeling he was used to when he stretched them before a volleyball game

Your mouth hung agape, entranced by his hand size and bendy wrists, never getting tired of seeing it

Just like he would never get tired of having you in his life

You were the only exception he made, outside of family, that was allowed in his bubble

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