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bonny-kookoo · 4 years ago

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Pretty Girl (J.JK x Reader)🎀💜☁️🔞

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Warnings: (oh boy here we go on this one) good old sprinkle of angst, non-penetrative sex, foreplay, steamy make out session, mild DDLG themes, Dom/Sub dynamics, Dom!Jungkook, Sub!Reader, Subspace, Teasing, Suggestive gestures, dirty talk, really, like JK can’t shut up smh, Koo is getting kinda rough with GG, sex in the kitchen twice (again), shower sex (pls stay safe), protected sex (again, we wrap it up in this economy and you should too), edging, cumplay, aftercare (a warning bc he’s so soft you might melt fam) yeah I think that’s it

Summary: an accident such as yours mainly affects you, that’s a fact. But people around you, especially Jungkook, may have been more unsettled by the events than he lets on.

Good Girl || Sweet Girl || Smart Girl || Brave Girl || Pretty Girl || Charming Girl

During your recovery, Jungkook had changed a bit. It was a slow process, yet you noticed the fine details in the way he would treat you a little differently. It wasn't a bad change in any way- you guessed it was just because of the shock he'd gotten after the accident, which was totally understandable. Your dynamic had always been quite cliche in a way, with his bad-boy persona and your gentle nature. He seemed like the big bad wolf while you were the red riding hood, innocent and emotional. But you wouldn't have it any other way.

So how exactly did things change? Well, he wouldn't leave you alone for starters. It wasn't like he didn't give you space or anything, but he was more.. needy in terms of skinship. Whenever he played video games for example, he'd sit you on his lap, have you sit in between his legs with your back against his chest, or simply your head on his thighs when you were taking a nap or reading on your phone. When you both slept he'd be more clingy towards you than before, always reaching out to either hold your hand or have an arm around your middle. He started to become almost dependent on your affection and attention, and it was cute, you admitted that; yet it also made you worry a bit. It has been a week since you had gotten your stitches removed, yet he still seemed on edge. You hoped it would dissolve over time, yet you told yourself to talk to him about it if it continued. Something was going on in his head, that much you knew, but what exactly it was you didn't.

Getting back from grocery shopping, you immediately went to take one of the bags out of Jungkooks' carrying hand, one which held the ingredients for todays dinner in it. Yet he raised it up, making you pout. "Ah-ah Babygirl, 'lemme unpack the other bag and then we'll cook." He said, and you nodded, a bit suspicious. His culinary skills weren't.. too impressive if you were being completely honest. He knew how to cook ramen in his sleep at this point, but that was pretty much it. He'd also never shown much interest in cooking before, happily watching you cook- and that was fine with you too. You always found cooking and baking almost therapeutic, making something giving you a feeling of success you would crave on days were you felt low.

Yet once he'd unpacked everything, putting all the items into their proper place, it got obvious that this time around, you wouldn't cook anything. Because just as you had started to get out a cutting board, strong arms suddenly wrapped around your middle, his nose brushing over the crook of your neck playfully. He slowly walked you away from where you were trying to work, and backed you up against the counter next to where you'd put the cutting board. "Jungkookie I gotta cook-" You whined, but he wasn't having it.

"Nop, come on. Up." He said, but his eyes didn't hold the usual impish spark they usually had whenever he had something different in mind. You complied, simply because it was an instinct at this point, and he grabbed your hips to help you sit on the counter. "Tell me what I need to do, and I'll cook." He said, already searching for a knife. You furrowed your brows at him.

"Jungkook you never cook." You questioned, leaning your head to the side to show your confusion. He chuckled at that, mumbling something about maybe needing to change that, when you were suddenly grabbing his wrist which held the knife, making his head snap to it in horror. He was about to say something when you moved the hand to cup his cheek. Now it was his turn to be confused. "What's really going on 'Koo?" You asked, and his tongue started to move against the inner lining of his cheek, pulling his lower lip between his teeth- a sign that he was clearly nervous. "Is it still because of what happened? I'm fine Kookie, really." You said, and he sighed, placing his larger hand on your thigh, thumb slowly running in circles over your skin. He did kind of looked like a kid getting lectured, yet it also showed you that you were hitting a nerve. "Don't get me wrong, I love how close you keep me these days, and I adore how gentle you are with me, but 'Koo.." you said, making him look at you. "You're not being yourself." You said, and he ran the hand that wasn't occupied through his hair.

"I actually don't know either." He grumbled, yet you knew he wasn't being too honest. Your gaze was still demanding, needing a proper answer, and he suddenly sat down at the kitchen table, head in his hands. You carefully jumped down the counter- well, not really jumping but sliding off with one foot reaching for the floor to balance you. The doctors told you getting the entire functionality of your legs back would take a while, and you still needed physiotherapy every week, but that didn't mean that you always took their advice. You usually got your ass smacked by karma personally though, as you would get punished with agonizing muscle cramps if you overdid it during the day. Jungkook would gently massage your legs if it happened, a worried and almost apologetic glint in his eyes whenever he did it, always the hero who wants to take the pain away- though he couldn't, and that made him feel helpless, useless even. He's still feeling guilty, yet he's also not talking about it, dancing around the topic as if he had to try and explain to his parents that he'd gotten someone pregnant on accident. It felt uncomfortable since he never truly had to stand up for his mistakes, and even now he technically didn't have to since it wasn't even his fault- but he felt like he did. "I'm having nightmares." He mumbled lowly, face still in his hands. You sat down next to him, unsure what to do.

You decided you would give him the same treatment whenever you had a nightmare back when you were younger; your mother a firm believer that these unpleasant dreams could only be resolved if you talked about them. "Tell me about them." You said, not asking like you usually would. He shook his head, taking a deep breath as if he would prepare himself to bury the pictures again until he'd eventually had to face them tonight again. He didn't tell you, but he never really slept an entire night ever since you'd gotten back from the hospital. He would wake up in a cold night's sweat, craving to turn the lights on like a frightened child in fear of not being awake yet, yet he only settled with shining his phone screen on your form, calming himself down by counting every breath you took, each one proof that you were okay, that you were just fine, that you were still beside him. "Koo please. I wanna help you.." You pleaded, a soft whine to your voice, slowly making cracks in his walls. You sat down on the floor next to his slightly turned chair, making him snap his gaze at you, wondering what you were doing. You simply placed your hands on his thigh, your chin resting on them to look up at him with puppy eyes. Maybe this would make him talk. He chuckled, patting his lap after scooting back a bit. You gladly sat down on his thigh, legs dangling between his, his arm resting around your middle, fingers playing nervously with the hem of your skirt.

"They're about you." He started, swallowing, eyes not meeting yours. You decided to just lay your head on his shoulder, hugging his chest and making it easier for him to talk by not looking at him. "It's either- like.. sometimes it's the moment I ran to you when.. when you were uh.. laying on the sidelines you know? But I can't.." He took a breath, now tightening his grip on the small part of fabric. "I can't get to you I just- you're-.. I can't get closer, all I see is that young dude trying to like, do something, this like- Urgh I don't remember the word for it like- this shit where you push onto your chest to keep your heart beating, you know, that stuff.." His voice is wavering a bit you start to notice. You simply nod into his neck, giving him a sign that you're listening. "It always ends with the ambulance arriving, and they- fuck.. they just put this trashbag shit over you and I- god. I.." His voice gets a bit higher, a sign that he's close to tears. Yet you let him go on. "The uhm.. the other one is, like.." He inhales deeply again, and you tighten your grip on him, making him let go of your skirt, but instead put both his arms around you. "I'm like, at a churche and, oh god, you're like, in a casket, I know it's you, but every time I want to look inside the fucking thing closes, like, slams onto my hands, and I wake up. Like when you dream of these weird staircases where you stumble you know and you like wake up instantly." He said, hand moving to gently run through your hair.

"Do you still feel guilty about it?" You asked softly, quietly, because you didn't need to be louder due to the amount of distance you both only had. He simply nodded his head, still looking down. You knew it wouldn't help him if you went on and on about how it wasn't his fault at all, how he had no say in things like that whatsoever, that no one had, because that was exactly what hurt him. Jungkook was a bit cliche when it came to things like these; he wanted and craved control, he needed it to ground himself, which may was the reason he felt so comfortable and good around you. You both fit together perfectly because of this, since you came from a family where independence was taught from a very early age, having a father who'd demanded you to move out as soon as you had turned 18, and a mother who showed you how to run a household when you were just a little girl. While he loved being in control, you craved to let go and be lead without having to fear to be used like you'd been before. Yet right now exactly this character trait of his was making him feel miserable. "That's fine." You finally said, making him hum, urging you to explain that statement. "It's okay that you feel bad, it's understandable." You mumbled, nuzzling the crook of his neck. "Wake me up next time please. You wake me up when you have nightmares, and I'll let you carry me around as much as you want-"

"Deal." He said with a smirk, happy that the tension was finally snapping and letting go, clearing the air around you both. He indeed felt a bit lighter now, as typical as it sounded. Yet you always knew what to say, and it felt good to talk about it, that was something he had to admit. "I love you." He blurted out, and he could practically feel your cheeks heat up against his skin. He chuckled, hand slowly creeping under your soft sweater, caressing your bare skin underneath until he could feel the edge of your bra. You knew what he was hinting at, by now familiar with his need to be close to you after moments like these. It was times like this when he felt most vulnerable yet also the most sensitive to things- like a nerve stripped bare of its fleshy armor. It may seemed odd, but it was his way of grounding himself again, giving his pride and overall confidence a restart after having him expose his feelings like this. You happily agreed, nosing at his neck before kissing, making him smile. His hand opened your bra with well practiced movements, before he slipped his hand underneath the cup, caressing your breast in a gentle gesture.

You moved around a bit, spreading your legs over his lap to dangle off his thighs, palms stopping your hands from moving your sweater over your head. "uh-uh baby, you're gonna get cold." He mumbled before leaning in to kiss your lips, immediately feeling a sense of euphoria he would've never thought he could feel from a gesture like this alone. You whined a bit, but he simply deepened the kiss, tongue demanding entrance you happily gave him. Your hips moved on their own, yet it was in vain with how far he'd your legs spread, not giving you any chance of friction. He loved how your hands moved to only grip the hem of his jeans, yet not going further- it wasn't that you didn't want to, oh hell you did- but recently, he'd started to give you certain rules. Just for fun of course, mostly his, but you had agreed to them, so it was your fault of you wanted to complain- which you certainly didn't. He loved how it just added to his ego, yet it also filled him with a sense of even more will to protect you. If that made sense. "Hm? What is it?" He mumbled between his kisses, eyes still closed, as well as yours. They only opened a fraction once you whined, mumbling something he didn't hear clearly enough. "Louder princess. I can't hear you." He said, a teasing tone to it.

"I said uh.." You started, looking at him, eyes almost hazy. He loved this look on you, as if you slipped into a different mindset around him. He knew by now that you actually did, he'd read about it online, and he felt powerful yet also filled with pride on how much trust you had in him to let yourself go like that. "I said can I please have it?" You mumbled out, cheeks read and oh so endearing to him. He smiled at that, moving his hand over your cheek, having you lean into it like a touch starved animal.

"Good girl. Can you say it clearer though? What do you want?" He asked, and you slowly lowered your gaze, mumbling something incoherent again, and he chuckled. "Alright alright, small steps. We're getting there." Jungkook had started to make it a regular thing to try and get you to communicate with him more clearly, even in a state like this. After all the mishaps you both had in the past due to bad communication between you, he decided that things needed to change. He slowly placed your hands on his shoulders so you couldn't slip off of him, and carefully unbuckled his belt. "Hm.. but I can't put it in baby, you know that right?" He said gently, and you nodded, even if you pouted a bit. It wasn't that he didn't want to go bare, but you didn't take birth control because you hated any form of pills, and he understood that, never pressuring you. He however didn't believe in 'pulling-out' being a good idea since he knew he would never be able to control himself to this extend- so you both agreed on using condoms, just to be safe. Both of you were definitely not ready to parents yet, that was for sure. "Alright." He said, grabbing your skirt and moving the fabric out of the way so your underwear was exposed to him. The darkened fabric was already glistening as he playfully ran two fingers over the spot, making you whine and shift around impatiently. Laughing again he pulled himself out of his underwear, before grabbing your behind and showing you closer to him until his length pushed against your folds, finally giving you a form of release. you wrapped your arms around his neck, moving your hips while he made sure to push himself against you in a similar rhythm. breathing heavily, the tension began to rise around you, air feeling stuffy and thick as he squeezed your behind with both hands, grumbling sounds of pleasure against your neck, mouthing against your skin. He was quick to get both of you to the edge, shamelessly letting himself cum over your underwear as he sighed contently. You seemed to get sleepy, arms pulling him closer, whining when he moved you to get down from his lap. "We only had a small breakfast to eat, and I won't let my princess starve in this household." He mumbled, speaking to you in a deep and low voice you could drown yourself in. His gaze fell on your inner thigh, still glistening from his and your releases, and he stood up, playfully slapping a Hand against your butt. "Now go you messy baby, first to get clean gets to eat the leftover shortcake!" He said in excitement, and you wordlessly ran (still a bit wobbly, but way better than weeks prior) to your bedroom, Jungkook gladly letting you win.

"Are you sure I'm not supposed to lift the lid- OW!" Jungkooks intense need to look and check on everything was funny, but also nervwrecking to say the least. He wouldn't even let the pasta cook in peace, constantly trying to lift the lid- even though you told him several times before that no, they won't burn, and yes, the lid is indeed very hot. You had the lid a little tilted so the steam could escape a bit better, and you had told him seemingly a hundred times prior to just leave it like that, but this was Jungkook we were talking about. The lid clattered a bit as it closed on top of the pot, he himself sheepishly turned around to you who stood behind him, looking at him with a gaze that clearly said 'I told you so'. Yet he would never truly listen to you, as funny as that would be. "You gotta kiss it better now!" He exclaimed, and you laughed at his wide eyed look as he held his pointer and middle finger in your direction, the tips of his digits slightly red. You kind of wanted to tell him not to be a crybaby about it, but two could play his games of teasing- and you felt proud at the way his eyes widened even further with the next bold move you made. Typically you never did things like this, but over time you had slowly become more and more comfortable around him, giving you more and more confidence and ease in your actions around him. Proof of that had been the fact that you had started to grow more self-assured whenever you gave him oral- something you had never thought you'd do before being with him. Gabbing his hand with both of yours, you kissed the tips of his fingers before boldly placing them insider your mouth, soft lips closing around them. His pupils dilated dangerously, and this was one of those moment's you could've sworn his entire eyeshape changed- his typical doe eyes becoming slender and sharp, as he pushed his fingers down on your tongue, making you open your mouth. His own lips parted a bit at the sight, the way you showed him such an amount of pure submissiveness making him feel almost high of some sort- yet the moment was broken at the sizzling sound of the water dripping down the sides of the pot, the closed lid making the water foam angrily down onto the stove.

You both had split apart from one another like it was your hands touching the hot plate and not the water, and the way you scrambled to turn around and pretend like setting the table was the most interesting thing to do. Jungkook had swallowed hard, grabbing the red and blue oven mitts to take the pot from the heat source, shutting the oven down and draining the pasta. You meanwhile had to calm yourself down, now in a weird state of- well, what was is? Embarrassment maybe? Possible. Yet you didn't have time to think about it much when you heard the fabric of the gloves Jungkook had used to not get burned, hitting the stone counter with a little more force than they should. The man in question had stormed out of the kitchen, leaving you worried that maybe something had happened- automatically assuming that it was your wrongdoing that had set him off. Studying the wooden surface of the dining table, still bare of any porcelain you should've put out by now, you didn't notice how he'd crept into the room again, hard gaze and frustrated features. You only did too late when his hands had already turned you around by your shoulders, hooking underneath your arms to place you ontop of the table with ease. With almost comically wide eyes you stared at his- a look of determination sparkling behind their dark color. "Oh you thought you could get away with that pretty girl?" He almost growled, a rough edge to the low tone of his voice. "Thought you could just tease me like that, hm?" He said, suddenly not too concerned about you getting cold as he swept the soft sweater over your head, making quick work of your bra underneath with frustrated noises when your arm couldn't escape one of the straps fast enough. His hands instantly kneaded at the flesh, relishing in the soft feel of them before he dipped his head down, leaving open mouthed kisses along your neck, hands wandering lower until they moved to caress the backs of your thighs. "Hm pretty girl is getting playful isn't she?" He mumbled, chuckling darkly before moving his head away to stand to his full height, pulling on your knees to have your behind almost slip over the edge. You made a surprised sound at this, scared you'll fall off when he hushed you, tipping his head to the side a bit impishly, almost a teasing ghost of a smile on his lips. "Oh? Not so bold now aren't you baby?" He said, looming over you again, his hard on present against your core, making you move your hips, testing if it would be enough friction. He raised an eyebrow at this, hand coming down on your hip to still you. "If you wanna stop just say 'red', okay princess?" His voice was sincere, a bit higher even as he spoke to you, face serious. You whined, not in the mood to talk, but he moved a hand to still your face, grabbing around your chin softly. "No baby, I need an answer. Loud and clear this time." He said, and you pouted at him, yet complied, telling him that you understood. It was a little heartwarming to see his concern even in a situation like that if you weren't so turned on at this point. He smiled, before he removed your skirt, impatiently shoving your damp panties down your legs, not bothering for you to kick them off at this point. Grabbing the fabric of the back of his shirt he pulled it over his head in a swift move, hair a mess over his eyes, barely giving you enough view of his gaze. Your eyes trailed over his tattoos, mesmerized every time you saw them. His muscles flexed underneath his skin as he pulled his jeans down together with his underwear, deep V-line standing out against the rest of his bodily structure. He grabbed something next to your head before opening the foil package, rolling the latex protection over his length quickly before moving your legs to fold over your body to rest against your stomach, eyes locked with yours for any signs of discomfort. When he found none, he moved his attention lower, pupils dilating at the view of your very center so ready for him. Not even needing to get himself any harder than he already was since your small situation just minutes prior, he entered you in a slow motion, bathing in the view of his manhood disappearing inside you inch by inch, your whines serving as the music accompanying the scene for him. Oh he knew he'd never get tired of that view, he could happily die with this picture as his last in front of his eyes. Your hands reached for his, interlacing your fingers with his, himself using this to his advantage to keep you as close to him as possible as he picked up his pace. He didn't care about the legs of the table complaining a bit as they scraped over the kitchen tiles with the force he started to put into his motion, mind too deep into the moment to think about that right now. His thoughts were absolutely occupied by you, everything about you- the fact your skin always seemed to glow, looking and feeling so soft underneath his fingers, a perfect match for your equally delicate personality hidden underneath all that physique. "Ah-" He sighed, never letting neither of you have a break. "You're all mine, all mine.." He breathed out, until you squeezed his hands a bit, making him look up at you. You didn't say anything yet he could spot a bit of discomfort behind your eyes, slowing down a bit to let you breathe better. "Hng.. legs-" You started, and Jungkook looked at you, waiting for you to continue. "..they'gettin tingly.." You said, and he could see how hard it was for you to really form any coherent thought, let alone form a sentence. Yet he only smiled, moving you both around a bit, stretching your legs out before he entered you again, this time a bit more comfortably for you. "Good job Baby, thank you- ah- thanks for telling me.." He mumbled, kissing your lips desperately before his hand grabbed your chin again, opening your mouth for him to explore. His hands held you securely by the back of your knees, his hair starting to cling to his forehead with the help of his sweat which was slowly building up at this point. He breathed heavily, eyes never leaving your form, drinking you in like he was a parched man roaming the desert. Surely, your whines started to stretch longer and longer, an indication that you were getting close, making Jungkook pick up his pace, huffing a bit as his own release drew closer as well. The way your legs pulled out of his grasp, your core clenching around him had him spill his load inside the condom, groaning as he did so, gulping down breaths alongside you who laid flat on the table in front of him, his body only held up by his forearms above you, forehead resting on your collarbone. He chuckled after a bit, before finally standing up again. "We should really stop fucking in the kitchen." He said between a laugh, and you looked at him scandalously as if you wanted to deny having any part in this. "Oh don't look at me like that, you enjoyed it too!" He said, helping you stand up for a short moment before he placed his arm underneath your knees, the other supporting your back behind your shoulders. Carrying had seemingly never been an issue for him, no matter how exhausted he might seemed sometimes.

Walking into the bathroom, you went to do your business, (Jungkook insisting you did, even though you had told him you didn't have to pee) and the young man started the shower, water not as hot as he would like it to be, since he knew that you didn't like too hot showers- you were more for hot baths, something he was wary off after you had overdone it one time and went dizzy afterwards. After that situation, he would always sneakily check the water temperature before you would enter, sometimes adding cold water to it so you wouldn't overheat like last time. When you didn't join him after a bit, he peeked his head out of the patterned glass doors, spotting you sitting on the closed toilet seat, seemingly waiting. He chuckled, waving his hand to catch your attention. "Come on doll, we gotta save water, be all environment friendly 'n shit." He said laughing, and you walked over to him inside the shower to let the water fall onto both of you. He immediately grabbed a bottle of yours and his favorite body wash, rubbing his hands together with the lotion between it to warm it up as to not startle you, before he grabbed the purple loofah from the side, lathering it in the soap before he ran it across your backside, careful and completely immersed into the task at hand. He made sure not to scrub as relentless and speedy as he would on his own body, making sure to rinse the foam off of you as well. Something that always got to him was just how petite you looked compared to himself; his hands had started to get a bit rough from working so much these days, a stark contrast to your soft skin. He was fascinated by the very slight and faded scars you had on your skin, all hidden like these 'spot the cat between the owl' pictures. There was one on your arm near the side of your wrist; a burn you had told him before when you had started to work at a bakery. He could spot another one behind your ear, a mark that had wandered overtime, the only real evidence of when you fell off a tree when you were six. Then there were the most recent ones, still bright and present, a stitched line above your right hipbone, as well as some healed scratches all over that side of your body- but these small cracks in your porcelain form would heal completely, they would fade just like the pain he'd felt that day. When he turned you around to wash your front, even though you told him you could do it, he spotted different marks. Like the small birthmarks littered like stars forming a constellation, or the stretch marks most present on the inside of your upper thighs- something you hated, yet he saw them as proof that your body has grown, that you could even catch your own skin by surprise at this point. Whenever his hand ran over that part he could faintly feel the dents, yet it didn't gross him out at all. It made him feel fascinated, because all of this was proof that you were indeed a human being, and not the angle he always found himself mistaking you as. Gently, you took the loofah from him, using his own bodywash, before you repeated the same task on him. He smiled softly down on you, humored by the fact that you had to look up to actually reach his shoulders. Just as you were about to tell him to turn around, his eyes suddenly sharpened impishly, as he reached out to pull on the shower controls, switching to the detachable showerhead instead of the overhead one. For the first time he himself had no intention of satisfying himself in a sense of traditional release, but in another way. As he tapped his shoulders for you to grab onto so you wouldn't fall, he slowly pushed the showerhead against your center, your squeaks and the way your fingers gripped onto his flesh feeding his inner predatory soul. He increased the amount of water flowing through the silver-striped waterhose, the pressure on your delicate nerves leveling up simultaneously. You tried to close your legs but to no avail, the metal not giving away against your soft muscles. Your entrance clenched around nothing as your bundles suddenly snapped like a rubber band pulled too hard, leaving you yelping as you almost jumped at Jungkook, trying to escape his weapon of pleasure and the oversensitivity- but he had reacted fast enough, lowering the pressure so that you could ride it out pleasently, whining a bit while taking deep, shuddering breaths, your arms now locked around his neck, head against his chest. He smiled, the view and action giving him enough satisfaction that he didn't even think about you returning the favor.

After Dinner, you both had made yourself at home on your shared bed, watching a random drama on his scratched up laptop, him sometimes groaning at the fact that the charging cable disconnected randomly sometimes, darkening the screen for a second until he rearranged the already taped cable. You had offered to get your laptop from the other room, but he didn't want you to get up, telling you that it worked just fine. At some point you had yawned, eyes closing for the fraction of seconds it seemed, but in reality it was for more than three, sometimes more. Jungkook noticed how increasingly tired you got, kissing your head before he closed the laptop after pausing the video. He set it down onto the floor next to the bed, shutting off the light and pulling the covers over your bodies, arms immediately reaching around your body, pulling you close. "Hey, 'Koo?" You said after a bit, now awake again after remembering something. He hummed, giving you an indication that he was listening. "..nevermind. Goodnight." He hummed again, before he moved, snapping on the light next to the bed, pushing himself up on his elbow.

"Come on." He said, and you turned around, looking at him with squinted eyes because of the light.

You stared at his neck as you talked. "I dunno.. didn't you want something too, like, when we were in the shower.?" You asked, and he shook his head no. "But like, now I feel bad cause only I got something and you didn't.." You said, and he simply smiled.

"Nah. Its okay really." He said, but your pouting face said otherwise. "Hm.. I mean, I guess there's something I always kind of wanted.." He said, and your eyes widened at that, sparkling with the challenge he just declared to you. He loved how much you trusted him, not even knowing what he was implying, yet already willing to go all in just for his happiness and approval for you. He moved, looming over you. "I'm gonna be pretty mean though.." He said, voice low as he tipped his head to the side a bit, feigning innocence. "..you think pretty girl can take it?" he sing-songed, chuckling at your nodding after his question, and he soon made his hands roam under your shirt running over your chest, feeling your soft buds beginning to peak at his sensual touch, your body already responding to him. He really didn't need anything from you at all, the way you were giving yourself to him had been payment enough, yet he also couldn't hide his own need of being a little selfish once in a while. There certainly were things roaming around in his head that he wanted to turn into reality, yet the perfect timing to talk about it had never been quite right. Now could be the time though. You nodded cutely at him, and he grinned like the wolf in the red riding hood story, ready to feast on his prey like the canine predator pictured in the books. Yet the way he would be devouring you would proof to be way more sinful than what those stories could've ever told about. As he began to push his knee in between your legs, letting you grind against his bare skin through the cloth of your underwear like the desperate being you were, even if you were on the verge of falling asleep just seconds ago, he sighed at the way your face relaxed in pleasure, head pushing a little into the soft pillows underneath, hands reaching for his skin to get any form of physical contact you could get. He grabbed you by your wrists, pushing them into the soft sheets on the mattress you both laid on, ripping his knee and your only source of friction and pleasure away from you as soon as he noticed that you were close. You whined at this, pouting at him as you slowly connected the dots in your head, finally coming to the conclusion of what his intentions would be for the night; and he cooed at you teasingly. "Oh, what is it pretty girl?" He said, brushing your hair back to reveal the entirety of your face to him. "You said you'd take it didn't you? Or did my good girl lie to me, hm?" He hummed, eyes slimming down to slits, his dominating demeanor finally coming to the surface; a fact that you could not yet place as good or bad. "I don't think you did, princess. Good girls never lie.." He chimed, slowly ridding yourself of your underwear, pulling them down your legs until he deemed enough time had passed to continue for the second attempt. This time his hand found its way downtown, reaching between your already shimmering legs to push two of his fingers insider your core, gentle movements way too slow to actually push you anywhere near over the edge. It was like standing on a bridge; you could see the deep waters below, but the railings would always keep you from falling. He was relentless, ever the tease, feeding off of your desperate soft please under your breath, wanting, no needing to hear them more clearly. So once he felt you get close for another time, he sped up his movements for a second, making you wheep out before he pulled away as if burned, pushing his knees between your legs so you were forced to stay open and bare like that, breaths coming out short and cut to pieces. He hushed you again, gently running his warm hand over your lower abdomen, thumb running in circles just below your navel, as he loomed over you again, his hair falling onto your forehead, curled strands tickling your skin. Your eyes were closed shut, frustrated huffs of air escaping you as you peeked one eye open at him, making him chuckle. "Hm.. not quite there yet I think." He mumbled, his thumb pulling your lower lip from between your teeth, opening your mouth for him to kiss you deeply for a moment, helping your body and mind to calm down for a bit. It did nothing to soothe your lower regions, but it did help you to ground yourself at least a little bit, before he moved his body again, this time hooking your legs over his broad shoulders by the back of your knees, grinning sheepishly at you from his spot on his stomach facing your core, licking his lips before he placed his mouth against you, tongue making its way over your most sensitive bundle of nerves in a slow and agonizing motion. He took his time, playing around for a while just how he thought was fitting, eating away like a starved man who was trying to savor every little bite, before he pulled away with a wet noise, just before you could slip from his grasp. You sobbed drily without tears, pleading loudly this time, before he changed his position yet again, pushing his length inside as slow as he could, staying inside of you for a moment, before pulling out again, grabbing a condom from the bedside table and putting it on, chuckling as his own hips bucked a bit at the sheer sensitivity he'd gained at this point. He pushed inside after a bit again, careful not to touch your pulsing pearl as to not accidentally let you cum, bringing himself to a short release before he reached for your hands which clenched the sheets so tightly he was scared you'd hurt yourself. As soon as the still sensitive tip of his length had gently popped out of you, he could see the way your legs quivered, trying to desperately close up, get any sort of friction, tight hole clenching around nothing; it was an almost magical sight to him, really. He moved his hand over your center, gathering the slick of your body and moving his hand all the way to your chest, softly running his digits over the smooth flesh of one of your breast, humming gentle tunes to you. „Hm, you’re doing so well, you’re so good for me, that’s the last one okay?“ he hummed to you, eyes softening at your glistening ones, tears of frustration gathering over your eyes, clouding and blurring his image for you until you blinked them away, letting them run down your cheeks. The back of his other hand gathered them before they could travel far, wiping them away and kissing your cheeks in return, smile on his lips never wavering. „You’re so, so so good, gonna stop being mean now, okay doll?“ he said and you shook your head yes frantically, making him chuckle. „Then lemme see you fly little dove..” he mumbled, catching you by surprise as he shoved himself back inside you were he felt like he belonged, his pace relentless, inked hand reaching between your bodies to glide over your already pulsating pearl below. Your neck pushed your head into the pillows beneath, mouth opening in a silent scream, as your back arched into his chest, his eyes never leaving your form as you came with the feeling of pure euphoria. And even though it had only lasted seconds, the view alone had made him release as well, mouth frantically attaching to your neck, mouthing at the skin, biting, groaning, his entire body reacting to the way your hands scrambled to hold onto him, thighs shaking, legs pulling him closer. He truly had been a pure moron to miss out on a feeling like this before; yet he was sure that he could only fly that high with you as his wings. It has never happened before to him, but he actually came again as well, surprising himself which made him moan in a pitch higher than usual. He gasped, falling down next to you after he discarded the condom into the bin next to the bed, pulling you close immediately, needing to have you against his skin.

Jungkook was a man who only knew how to convey his feelings sexually. He never was someone to enjoy physical affection like cuddling or kissing, he was clumsy with his words, and he always found typical dates cliche and cringey. Yet he caught himself like this again, with your body in his arms, the window letting in the sun from outside, warm light creating glowing patterns on your exposed skin mimicking the stripes of the blinds. He couldn't help but feel like this was the most aesthetic thing he'd ever seen, wanting to take a picture of it but also not wanting to move and wake you in the process. This was your doing, the way he slowly changed over time, growing more and more into a person he actually started to like whenever he looked into the mirror. He no longer was the guy that stared back at him with eyes full of judgement, but a young man who's gaze was full of determination and confidence. And slowly this confidence wasn't just a mask, but genuine. And it made him sigh with a smile, closing his eyes to catch some more sleep with you and maybe even meet you in his dreams.

"Why are my shirts pink?!"

"You put my red skirt into the wash with the white laundry I guess?"

"Wait ...you're not supposed to do that?"

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Lost Light Stream - Transformers Prime 53-56

Prowl tried to help with the bargain thing Rodimus asked him about a month ago. He decided he wasn’t going to make progress.

Soundwave danced at DDR. It was the most important thing to happen tonight, and perhaps in all Lost Light Stream history.

Welcome to the 'lostlightstream' room. Smokescreen: Delete that! Airachnid: Make me. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Shockbox: [[Unclear. We will see.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: //Not bad. Got to crunch up some rubble back home. Had me a damn good day.// Smokescreen: Don't make me go over there, Spidey. Timeline: they are gonna wonder around now looking up at everyone CptRodimus: *chuckles* The simple thing right? Airachnid: And what are you going to do about it? Airachnid: Cry again? Shockbox: *Hm. He pings an okay. The other is probably busy.* Whirl: Hey, she's on MY couch. If you come over here and start something, I WILL end it, Smokescreen. CptRodimus: We waiting on anyone else? Ima start Smokescreen: Spidey- you wanna fight? I'll fight you later- Airachnid: Fine. Smokescreen: I won't fight her now, but you can't stop me once I'm out of here. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Ain't nothin' like it for when ya gotta work off anger.// ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He is ready when the others are.]] Whirl: I don't care what you two do when you're out of here. Fight, or play tiddly-winks, or do a tango, for all I care. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((sorry if i'm slow, i'm eating dinner and typing lmao)) Smokescreen: And spidey- you win, you can torture. Bruin: *lots of footsteps, woops they were almost late* Whirl: ((Rodimus we watched these last week)) ItsyBitsySpyers: {{It Bruin bot!}} Zoooom. Smokescreen: GEE KNOCK OUT HOW LONG WERE YOU THERE Whirl: ((we did Inside Job through darkest Hour)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((wait yeah we're on S3E1)) Whirl: ((we're on season 3 episode 1!)) CptRodimus: ((rodimus wasnt there >_> he wouldnt know >_> ItsyBitsySpyers: ((OH)) ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Ah. Rodimus, we covered this set.]] Airachnid: Oh but I think I already won. CptRodimus: ...? Smokescreen: waitwaitwait-- can we get to the part where I'm in the sky? Smokescreen: You haven't won! Smokescreen: ...... Shockbox: *is allowing the others to take care of this episode mishap.* Whirl: ((i'll let y'all sort it out, gotta finish up dinner)) Timeline: Timeline is watching with wide optics "what was that? CptRodimus: I swear I havnt shown them its a playlist Smokescreen: geez they really like showing my insides, huh? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[At Dancitron, last week. He thought you might have captain's business keeping you.]] Airachnid: Whatever you say Smokescreen, whatever you say. CptRodimus: You just---- Smokescreen: You haven't won anything, Starscream. CptRodimus: THis one too? Airachnid: Yes. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Yes. Through to after the base was destroyed.]] Smokescreen: Still- I learned something valuable from that! /He's going to turn on his phase shifter and pull out a cube of high grade from his chest./ Timeline: horrifide internal screaming Airachnid: [she's not even going to pass a glace anymore] CptRodimus: ? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[This one and the one following. You are looking for the tape he labeled... hmm]] Bruin: *yay, there's a free shoulder for lazerbeak* Timeline: "WHAT WAS THAT THING HE DID" -they are pointing at smokescreen- ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Darkmount, NV]] Smokescreen: .... Smokescreen: oh primus I remember what's coming up Airachnid: :3c Whirl: *peels up the corner of his cube and huffs it softly, trying to get a scent& CptRodimus: *grumbling to himself* CptRodimus: This one?@ ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Ah, yes. Thank you.]] Smokescreen: .......... ItsyBitsySpyers: [[By the way, your lap ornament has trouble with this set.]] Timeline: "oh that doesn't look nice" ItsyBitsySpyers: [[So you are aware.]] Windchill: *APPEARS* Whirl: *swivels his helm around as soon as Windcill walks in. It's just you and the spider lady tonight* Smokescreen: ... CptRodimus: Mechs tend to with base destruction Smokescreen: poor wheeljack.... FakeProwl: *arrives, belatedly* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Nods to Prowl. Couch?* Shockbox: (( oh that megatron, he's a fine guy. )) Shockbox: (( you could say he's)) Shockbox: (( armless )) Whirl: Okay, I got two questions. First of all--*holds up his cube and looks at Soundwave* What is this? And second of all... where's Frenzy? FakeProwl: *who else is on the couch* Quark: One arm Megatron ItsyBitsySpyers: *Just him.* Windchill: *He's going to sit down while all of this docudrama happens, k* FakeProwl: *then he'll take it* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Quark is also here though.* Smokescreen: HA they sure fragged up at all that- ItsyBitsySpyers: ((which i wasn't sure of because they were so quiet omg i'm sorry)) Timeline: *horrifide face at the screen* FakeProwl: *prowl checked his usual couches and failed to check the rest of the room. what looked like Optimus's corpse distracted him* Whirl: *scoots to make room for Windchill's HUMONGOUS BUTT* FakeProwl: *that's an interesting start* Windchill: *SITS HIS GINORMOUS BUTT DOWN* Smokescreen: .... Windchill: I see you kept it warm for me, thanks. Airachnid: [she's just watching Smokescreen's reaction to all this] Whirl: Of couse. *shifts position and very delicately props his feet up on Windchill* Feel free to make use of my footstool, by the way. *to Airachnid* Timeline: "what is this?1?!" Smokescreen: /He's just starting to curl up already./ ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Frenzy is busy working and that is Praxus Pucker-Up.]] CptRodimus: *pat pat* Airachnid: [she barely heard him at first] I'll keep it in mind Whirl. Shockwave: ((SPRINTS IN AND SLIDES INTO HOME BASE)) Shockwave: ((DID I MISS HIM DID I MISS MY SON)) Whirl: ((SAFE)) Whirl: ((not yet we just started)) ItsyBitsySpyers: //Boss, we gotta get some of these.// ItsyBitsySpyers: [[No.]] Shockwave changed their nickname to Txen. CptRodimus: WHat is what? Windchill: (( Making some elixir of life brb )) Quark: *Walks in and sits down in a near by chair Smokescreen: ........ Txen: ((okay i'm gonna be Txen tonight so i dont have to fuss about switching for 4 people)) Timeline: "that looks like that time I tried to space bridge a flower" Shockbox: ((ahhhhh, you brought the preds today? )) Whirl: *tentatively takes a sip; I'm guessing this is a very sour drink?* Hmm. Tangy. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Massive fusion cannons.]] Whirl: Ugh, he's got a THRONE. What a loser. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((very acid-burn, very sour)) Smokescreen: megatron stop calling that number Whirl: ((ROGER. So translated into whirl's weak sense of taste... QUITE TANGY)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((lol)) Smokescreen: It's a pretty comfy throne, at least, but... Airachnid: That lie was almost believeable. Whirl: Anyone who loses it enough to plop themselves on a throne is due for termination, in my opinion. That's a good sign someone's gone mad with power. FakeProwl: I wouldn't trust him if he told me my own name with that tone of voice. Txen: ((ok when is most dramatic to come in late lululul)) Whirl: *takes another, long sip* This stuff ain't half bad. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Amused bob* ItsyBitsySpyers: ((with your boy, of course)) Whirl: *SNRKS at Prowl* Txen: ((wish i could remember when that is exactly but yeeeeeeeeee)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((the end)) Smokescreen: .... A literally low profile for me FakeProwl: *oh. EXTREMELY belatedly—* Whirl: ((fowler <3 <3 <3)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble stretches out on the couch. If Rodimus' knee is still available, he's using that as a foot rest. If not, he's kicking Smokescreen's leg* FakeProwl: @Rodimus *comm ping* Timeline: -looks up at Rodimus- "An exploding space bridge is a pretty thing to see but after it messy" Whirl: *GOO,D, Rumble. You've been taught well* Smokescreen: /He's still curled up and is trying to ignore the kicking there/ Txen: (("did the trick" aka sold toys)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave shakes his helm. He STILL cannot believe the Vehicon did not think past paint jobs.* Airachnid: [she's still watching Smokescreen] FakeProwl: ((ultra Hasbro marketing technique: "but it's not safe enough. we should change your paint twice a week just to be completely safe.")) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((DON'T GIVE THEM IDEAS)) Smokescreen: /He's not crying yet, though. Sorry, Spidey./ Airachnid: [she can wait, she's a patient arachnicon] Smokescreen: Primus, everyone was going through so much... Windchill: (( Wheeljack, always the damsel in distress. )) CptRodimus: *spoiler flickers* CptRodimus: You never asked them? Windchill: He looks awful. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Heh heh. Yeah, sure. That's some plan he's makin'.// Smokescreen: I didn't really want to tell 'em about what was going on for me then-- Smokescreen: And I mean- I heard bits and pieces, but not thwe whole story. Smokescreen: ....... /Hearing Optimus does get him crying./ ItsyBitsySpyers: ((the one thing that bothered me about this asspull explanation-- ItsyBitsySpyers: ((if he had the phase shifter, he could have had everyone touch him and they would've survived the base explosion)) Txen: ((~asspulls~)) Windchill: (PFFFFT )) Smokescreen: ((I figure smokescreen just didn't think of that)) FakeProwl: ((smokescreen has to be a special snowflake alone or not at all)) Airachnid: [chinhands at Smokescreen] FakeProwl: ((so sayeth the writers)) ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Yes. yes it could.]] Txen: ((*shakes fist at writers*)) Shockbox: (( smh. )) Smokescreen: /Trying to turn away from Airachnid there- uggh/ Shockbox: (( BIRB. )) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Laserbeak remembers this now. She abandons Bruin and tries to worm her way behind Soundwave's back to dock* Txen: ((deploy the cute baby)) boomtank: ((is here now, hai Smokescreen: GOOD JOB JACK YOU RUINED EVERYTHING ItsyBitsySpyers: *He leans forward to give her room to do so before sitting back again* Bruin: *oh bye birb* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Buzzsaw will take her place though* Windchill: *Sighs* FakeProwl: *Prowl thinks he knows how this is going to end for Laserbeak* Airachnid: That's what you get for texting your mother. boomtank: -wanders in a bit late- Windchill: How dare he. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Greetings, Blaster.]] CptRodimus: *waves at blaster* Smokescreen: But-- he could've gotten hurt! And he could've gotten Arcee hurt! Bruin: *and hellooo buzzsaw* boomtank: Hello, Soundwave -and waves back at Rodimus- Whirl: *no real expression on his faceless visage; he just seems to be enjoying his drink* Txen: ((gratuitous slomo)) Airachnid: Why don't you talk to your human friend about that? He IS alive in your universe isn't he? Smokescreen: He is-- I just-- I haven't talked to anyone back on Earth in a while. Smokescreen: Don't really want to tell them about Cybertron and how-- you know. boomtank: ...oh Airachnid: Or you'll start crying again? FakeProwl: *murmurs* Are my audials deceiving me, or is Smokescreen criticizing thoughtless recklessness? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[They do not.]] CptRodimus: BOOM Whirl: HA! Smokescreen: ... Whirl: Nice, ItsyBitsySpyers: *Muffled whirring from behind him. He reaches a feeler behind himself and taps his back* Airachnid: [LAUGHS] Windchill: Obvious. Smokescreen: Airachnid, can you go jump in a scraplet pit CptRodimus: Awesome FakeProwl: Hmm. Imagine that. Whirl: Oh, dang, Laserbeak. Arcee a little to spicy for ya? *sly sidelong look* Bruin: * aw heck not again, sympathetic rumbling noises* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Long, long stare at Whirl.* Whirl: *is he supposed to feel bad for ribbing Laserbeak* Smokescreen: HA Knock Out- really? Txen: ((MY BOY)) Smokescreen: soundwave put those away Whirl: *because he doesn't. It's not like Laserbeak is DEAD* Airachnid: :3c ItsyBitsySpyers: *He may feel whatever he wants. Soundwave will think what he wants.* Smokescreen: why does it have to show those feelers like that Smokescreen: why does this show do that ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Because he was inspecting his deployer.]] boomtank: ...? Windchill: It's history you boob Smokescreen: I know it's history! But does it have to show the feelers like that Smokescreen: BOOB Bruin: *OH FRAG* Shockbox: *he sits up straighter. * Whirl: *surely he expects this sort of cavalier attitude towards violence and injury by now* Windchill: (( Finally my thirst can be quenched. )) Txen: *an unfamiliar figure temporarily fills the doorway. Predaking strides in, flanked by Darksteel and Skylynx. A few seconds later, Shockwave follows, finishing out the little 'royal retinue'* Whirl: Oh, hey! Look who it is, boomtank: -NOPE- Shockbox: *of course his alternate survived, and- oh! speak of the devil.* CptRodimus: Its your all purple people eater ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage temporarily leaps onto Prowl's lap to keep from being squashed by the Predacons as they pass* Smokescreen: :O /Waving at the predacons!!/ Airachnid: [glaring at all of the newfound company] Quark: Wep the table just tilt over to the cons even more Shockbox: *how impeccable, his timing.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *He then hops off again as soon as Soundwave reminds him not to do that.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Greetings, Shockwave.]] Whirl: *blinks and immediately looks at Darksteel; Whirl sits up a little straighter, looking as if he's about to say something... but subsides. That's not the Darksteel he knows* FakeProwl: ((lsdkfjlj. every time i haven't seen shockwave in a while i forget that he doesn't sound like G1 shockwave.)) Whirl: *or, knew* Windchill: *What the heck just walked in?* CptRodimus: Failed to accurrtly hit anything you mean Shocky. Txen: *a coincidence, of course. still, fitting.* FakeProwl: ... Excuse you. *a little warning would have been nice.* Smokescreen: PFFF-- /Offering his servo for a high five for Rodimus/ Shockbox: *he's very distracted by the display, but he pings a greeting over to his alternate.* Windchill: (( Until, one day. )) Shockbox: *he is alone on the wave couch today.* Whirl: *he looks over the others curiously, but returns his attention to the screen, somewhat disappointed* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage dips his helm. That's the best he's got.* Windchill: (( I made contact with Megatron. )) Smokescreen: ... Shockwave sounds almost sad there FakeProwl: *he'll pretend that was an apology.* Whirl: Oh, PLEASE tell me you HIT him, Shockwave. Txen: *Shockwave nods in return to the greetings and ignores the attempts to tease him for his aim* Windchill: It kind of happens when people think you're dead, no big deal. CptRodimus: Dude got left behind, it sucks. boomtank: ((and how many Shockwaves are in the room? Shockbox: (( two. )) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((two)) Smokescreen: I know it does-- boomtank: ((two too many for Blaster ItsyBitsySpyers: //You been left behind, mech?// Whirl: Damn. Missed opportunity. Shockbox: (( his little antennae twitches kill me every time. )) Shockbox: (( excuse me, i need to fan myself. )) Smokescreen: HAH I am so glad for Knock Out existing Smokescreen: just take some of the corn right there Txen: *Predaking scans the room for the open couch most resembling a throne and eases into a seat. DS and Lynx are sniffing curiously. they're all kind of skeptical about this 'spacecraft' thing* Windchill: That would be stealing, Smokes. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He did not know when to stop toying with Starscream.]] Smokescreen: but he needs to eat Windchill: Not that badly, apparently. boomtank: .... Quark: ...........When did we get a Predacon? Whirl: There's only one time to stop toying with Starscream: when you're ready to snuff him. FakeProwl: *maybe this time. trying again.* FakeProwl: *comm ping @Rodimus?* Smokescreen: cryptid ratchet CptRodimus: *ping response* Windchill: It's Sasquatch. Smokescreen: he's even in the bigfoot pose Whirl: ((PFFT)) Whirl: Ratsquatch. Txen: Skylynx: *snorts at Quark* One? Try three. agoodidstraction: what did I miss? Smokescreen: ratchet's a cryptid Windchill: That sounds even worse. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Ah, yes. This.]] Airachnid: You being tortured. Whirl: YOU. Shockbox: *Oh Starscream. So petty.* agoodidstraction: oh good Whirl: *sits up and points at Wheeljack* I got WORDS for you, mech. agoodidstraction: What? Smokescreen: ..... Airachnid: [cackles] Whirl: What the hell was in that cy-gar you gave me> Windchill: ... ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He did see it. That's why he refreshed it.]] Smokescreen: soundwave did you refresh the page there while starwasnt looking Whirl: Last week, I mean. Smokescreen: AHA ItsyBitsySpyers: *NOBODY HEARD THAT* agoodidstraction: Silver, mercury, maybe some other scrap Txen: *Predaking cracks a smirk at Starscreams misfortune* FakeProwl: ... Why would you sabotage Starscream? CptRodimus: @Prowl ::Sup?:: FakeProwl: *he's sitting right here, he heard it* Airachnid: Because why not? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Because he had already defected.]] Shockbox: (( 'because *** starscream' can be a very adequate reason. )) Whirl: It was a drug, wasn't it? It wasn' a NORMAL cy-gar at all. *narrows his optic* You slipped me something! Smokescreen: New drinking game: Take a drink every time Starscream is embarrassing agoodidstraction: Oh great I'm here for this scrap Airachnid: I think we would die if we did that. Bruin: *preemptive exit* boomtank: -once again, NOPE- agoodidstraction: HA FakeProwl: @Rodimus «I apologize for the belated reply. But—what was up with that matter you commed me about? Trading innermost energon for something?» Shockbox: *still rather curious about the path.* Smokescreen: shockwave is actually pretty agoodidstraction: And yeah, Whirl, I thought ya wanted to party FakeProwl: *he's had a busy month* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Appears to have successfully distracted from his vow by mentioning his betrayal. Is pleased* Bruin: *wait. nevermind he didnt even mannage tto get up* Shockbox: *gives smokescreen a look.* Whirl: *eyes Wheeljack warily for a few moments* If you pull something like that on me again, I will gut you. boomtank: -Nope. Nopenopenope, out the door he goes- agoodidstraction: You didn't wanna be high? Shockbox: *it doesn't communicate anything, but it's a look. * Windchill: That smelter is shaped like Whirl: *snip snips a claw* Got it? None of that slag. Ever. Windchill: A BUTT Txen: *cant find what isnt there. unfortunately, wheeljacks mind is exceptionally empty* agoodidstraction: Frag yeah Airachnid: [she'll look forward to that, doesn't blame Whirl for being upset] agoodidstraction: *hey frag u* FakeProwl: At what point did you defect? CptRodimus: @Prowl ::That was--- hella long ago. It's too late now all fragged up.:: Windchill: Do none of these know how to dogfight? Windchill: I'm dissapointed. Whirl: *Whirl should know better than to accept cy-gars from the likes of Wheeljack* Booze though... you can slip me all the booze you like. *relents* Whirl: Of course they don't. They JETS. Whirl: Sadly inferior fliers. FakeProwl: @Rodimus «I'd still like to know what it was about.» agoodidstraction: Alright, then let's do shots. Smokescreen: uh huh, sure starry Whirl: No offense. *nudges Windchill* Smokescreen: /Drink drink drink/ Windchill: We're not usually THAT pitiful. Windchill: That was just obscene. Whirl: Compared to any chopper with his salt, you are. Smokescreen: I'd say drink every time I was embarrassing, but we'd also die with that Windchill: Maybe, but that's not my point. boomtank: -is the heights scene over?- Windchill: Can we compare them to other jets for a second? Windchill: It makes them look even worse. Txen: *Shockwave goes to sit next to Soundwave as always. DS and Lynx spend a minute elbowing each other in excitement before going to help themselves to one of everything from the snack table* Windchill: I don't expect they were even trained. Smokescreen: ..... Shockbox: *you sure about sitting next to soundwave. soundwave isn't on the wave couch.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[After the Omega Lock. When both sides finished destroying Cybertron.]] Shockbox: *and prowl is with him. * Txen: *...isnt he?* Whirl: Of course they weren't--these 'Cons treated their drone warriors like scrap. You think hey'd bother TRAINING THEM? Pfft. Txen: *prowl means nothing and may as well not exist* Whirl: ((also can I say... JEFFREY.... COMBS!!!!)) Smokescreen: ....... Windchill: Depends on who's in charge and when. Windchill: (( ALWAYS. )) Shockbox: *eh, true. but as far as i know, i'm sitting alone.* Whirl: I mean, specifically, the command structure we see HERE. On these documentaries. Whirl: Megatron and his cronies. Smokescreen: Is it that wrong to give up fighting like that? agoodidstraction: Whirl. I'm buyin' drinks. Smokescreen: ................ ItsyBitsySpyers: [[They did not know yet. He coud not tell them. We were... trying to determine what to do.]] Windchill: No argument there. CptRodimus: @Prowl ::Doesn't matter now. Chance is all burned out.:: Windchill: *He's seen the evidence.* Whirl: ... *looks to Wheeljack* If you feel like sliding one my way, I won't say no. Txen: *apparently latecomers dont get the best seats in the house* agoodidstraction: Any special orders? Whirl: Ravage gave me this really good one, though. *waves an atomically sour/acidic drink in the air. Whirl loves it, of course* It's no gaugebuster but it's really tangy. boomtank: -peers back in- ItsyBitsySpyers: ((i thought the wave couch and slendy's couch were the same thing...)) Whirl: Oh, a gaugebuster, definitely. If you can get your hands on one. Windchill: They wiped out as many seekers as they could, so nobody was left who knew how to do anything, or even cared. In terms of aerial troops, I mean. Whirl: *TWO flavors?? IN ONE DAY? THAT'D BE AMAZING* Txen: ((it was only wave couch once there were three waves on it haha)) agoodidstraction: You got it. FakeProwl: @Rodimus «That isn't what I asked, but fine.» Smokescreen: theyre so close I'm so happy for them aaaaaaa?? Whirl: ((true love, bulkhead)) Whirl: ((true love)) Shockbox: (( eh, i don't even know anymore. i know i said i was sitting in my usual spot, and you later went on to say that only quark was sitting with you when prowl wanted to join.* Shockbox: *)) Shockbox: (( so i presumed you weren't on the usual couch. )) FakeProwl: ((schrodinger's wave couch.)) FakeProwl: ((they both are and aren't on the same couch until txen shows up to ask)) Smokescreen: I can't believe Megatron had all the fliers painted in Starscream's colors Txen: ((how long it is grows with every new person to sit on it)) Smokescreen: ... probably after that thing with me ItsyBitsySpyers: ((i thought you meant your boy took his spot near the front of the room again, and i meant quark was in the room, not on his couch lol)) Whirl: I chalk THIS up to incompetent leadership. *gestures to the screen* When you outnumber the 'Bots so, so ridiculously HEAVILY, and you STILL get shown up, I'd say that the deficiency is in quality, not ItsyBitsySpyers: ((the couch is just soundwave's feelers supporting people)) agoodidstraction: *sits by Whirl and pushes over a drink* Bottom's up. Whirl: quantity. But, I'm just calling it as I see it here. Txen: ((ok so shockwave IS sitting in his spot. yes? yes.)) CptRodimus: Why are they throwing f listers at them? Smokescreen: Wheeljack-- can I have a drink, too? Windchill: Well, to be fair. Airachnid: [cackles] agoodidstraction: Come on over, kid. Txen: ((gay)) Whirl: *if Wheeljack wants to sit near Whirl, he'll have to wiggle in between either Airachnid or Windchill* Windchill: You have to be incompetent to systematically destroy your only tactical advantage to begin with, Smokescreen: But Rodimus is a comfy seat Airachnid: [she's not moving] Shockbox: (( yes, let's go with that. and let's solidify the fact that my usual spot is on the wave couch. )) Whirl: Agreed. Thanks, 'Jack. *he will take this drink in the other claw; is this the Gaugebuster of legend? Or a special brew?* Airachnid: [she loves that little smile of Ratchet's] Smokescreen: I miss Ratchet too now and everyone and Airachnid: [so precious] Shockbox: *he greets his alternate when he joins the couch.* agoodidstraction: *he'll just hang around then* CptRodimus: Ratchet is such a Tsudere. agoodidstraction: That's your Gaugebuster, mech. Smokescreen: A what now ItsyBitsySpyers: [[We barely had anyone else to throw at them, Rodimus.]] Txen: *DS perks and stops stacking his plate comically high to look at Whirl* Did somebody say 'Gaugebuster'? agoodidstraction: auuuugh ItsyBitsySpyers: //This fragger, I swear to fraggin Primus...// Smokescreen: ULTAR MGNUSA ItsyBitsySpyers: //Hey! It's me!// boomtank: Magnus boomtank: Is he as strict as the one from my timeline? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[You have no idea.]] Whirl: *hoists his second cube up to toast Darksteel* You know it, mech! Smokescreen: babyking Whirl: *bottoms up; Whirl takes a long pull. He speaks while he's drinking* This is the good stuff. agoodidstraction: Did a lot of timelines have predacons? Shockbox: *Oh, right, shockbox doesn't even know who the predacons are.* Whirl: I dunno if we do. Whirl: Aside from Razorclaw's boys. Smokescreen: HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABYKING Airachnid: Mine had them, but they were not brought back to life by Shockwave. boomtank: Not mine, thankfully Whirl: ((The Baby)) boomtank: Because a class like that would...uh...no. Txen: ((dem claws on shocky tho)) Smokescreen: i wanna pet him Whirl: Oh, hey! *swivels around and nods towards Predaking* It's you! Smokescreen: ... /wait frag predaking's in the room/ Shockbox: *...looks like the rest of the chat has given him all the context he needs to figure out that beasts such as this one are among us at present.* Windchill: A unicorn would have been cooler. Txen: *Predaking blinks– he’d been paying close attention* Indeed. It is I. Bruin: *looking from the screen to the predacons.. oh waohh* Shockbox: *….he approves.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Your majesty.]] *Helm bob* Smokescreen: … Oh yeahhh Shocks has made babies before agoodidstraction: !!!!!!!!!! Whirl: Welcome to movie night, I guess. *toasts predaking with the Gaugebuster* agoodidstraction: why’s everyone obsessed with my energon Windchill: You’re just juicy, dude. Whirl: *SNICKERS* Smokescreen: It’s pretty weird, yeah! agoodidstraction: why me Whirl: Ohh, analogue flight, right? Nice. Airachnid: [she’s glad that this beast doesn’t exist in her universe] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Because you’re an easy target.]] Txen: *inclines helm to Soundwave and Whirl. just his due respect* boomtank: -debating just staying in the hall- Smokescreen: Maybe they’re all vampires but only with your energon CptRodimus: *turn to look at who talked* OH hey– your the dragon? Whirl: ((i hope all of you are ready for Whirl Fanboying Maybe Just a Little)) Txen: ((gdi im so bad at identifiers. that was predaking lol)) Windchill: Maybe there are vampires here, in the room, right now. Txen: ((..also my universe’s predaking has a gnarly missing optic jsyk)) Smokescreen: :O ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave glances at Windchill. What do you know. Who told you.* Whirl: Better watch out, Wheeljack. Windchill: *There’s at least one bloodsucker in here that he knows of.* Whirl: *he’s gonna chug his super-sour drink so he can nurse the GB* Txen: ((snif did you miss darksteel asking about gaugebusters)) Smokescreen: Hope there aren’t any though- that’s pretty weird! Whirl: ((Nah, Whirl responded!)) Windchill: But there might be. CptRodimus: Maaaaaaaaaaaagnus Smokescreen: ughrhghh magnus why Txen: ((darn i missed it)) agoodidstraction: I’m not an easy target, frag you Txen: (sorry)) boomtank: Ah. That’s Magnus. Whirl: ((he toasted Darksteel, drank, and said while drinking [like a weirdo] basically, THIS IS THE BEST__ Whirl: Oh, NO. OH NO. Whirl: IT’S MAGNUS. Smokescreen: ... still miss seeing him though Whirl: Oh nooooo. I thought I was free. I can't believe this. How could you do this to me, Soundwave. Whirl: ((you're fine dude, it's hectic 8) )) boomtank: You can have mine ItsyBitsySpyers: //You ain't never free from him. I mean, me.// Whirl: *begins to continue lamenting but just snickers instead. Dammit Rumble* Smokescreen: ME ITS ME agoodidstraction: One, two, three *chugs* Whirl: Now, Wheeljack. You said you weren't an easy target... but does this mean you do admit to Windchill's charges? Whirl: *finishes chugging and fixes Wheeljack with the most serious optic of all* Are you juicy? Smokescreen: ... GEE HI SPIDEY Airachnid: Alternate. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Haaaaa!// Windchill: Maybe we should bite him and find out. agoodidstraction: I AM juicy Smokescreen: :o agoodidstraction: I'm the juiciest Whirl: I'll leave you that honor, Windchill, as I'm lacking the necessary biting bits. *snorts and ses his empty cube aside; time to hunch over his drink and savor the bouquet* Smokescreen: wheeljuicy Whirl: Oh, wow. Txen: DS: *he and Lynx plop down on the floor near Whirl with giant plates of snacks.* Most of you bipeds don't seem too good at handling that kind of fuel. *sniffs at the nearby bots* Whirl: Nice. Windchill: 'K, I'll bite the heck out him. CptRodimus: NEAT CptRodimus: Firebreathing! Shockbox: *really studying how predaking's fire breathing works.* agoodidstraction: why didn't I get dragons? Smokescreen: man predaking must be really warm and cozy and great for cuddling Whirl: *nods distractedly, watching the screen* Yeah. I've got next to no sense of taste, most of the time. *looks down properly* So stuff like this is heaven sent. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Perhaps Rodimus should show off a bit for the Predacons later. Have a flame on moment.* Airachnid: Do you have... negative surivival instincts? Whirl: But I got to actually taste it once. Liked to knock me unconscious. In short--it was GREAT, boomtank: -yup. Staying in the hall- Txen: PK: *snorts at Smokescreen's comment* agoodidstraction: I'm a Wrecker Smokescreen: ... Look- I'm not gonna go over and cuddle with Preds right now, but if Predaking ever sounded interested, I'd be 1000% down Whirl: *those WINGS though* Smokescreen: ... Also hi Preds! How're you doing? agoodidstraction: frag Txen: DS: Right??! *shares Whirls tastes in obscenely strong = awesome, apparently* CptRodimus: *laughs* I wonder who is hotter. Me or him? Txen: Predaking: Well, thank you. Smokescreen: You're hot in different ways! agoodidstraction: I'm cool CptRodimus: I bet me. Windchill: I'm hotter than either of you. CptRodimus: Iam hottest in a few ways. *winks at SS* Smokescreen: Aw- you're welcome! ... Seriously, if you're ever interested in cuddling, comm me. Bruin: Oh hot damn *can cybertronians drool, cause Brbuin is totaly doing the equivalent rn* CptRodimus: *looks over windchill* Not my flavour for that size. agoodidstraction: Cuddle pile Windchill: Your loss. Whirl: *LOOK AT HIM FLY* ItsyBitsySpyers: *They probably can and apparently some in here wouldn't blame him* Whirl: *IT'S FANTASTIC* Txen: Predaking: *looks a little taken aback by this offer* Whirl: I tend to run cool, myself. But yeah. If you guys have any other special brews like this--*waggles the cube at Darksteel* Let me know, mech. agoodidstraction: good to know every version of me *** hates magnus hahahaa ItsyBitsySpyers: [[You have no idea.]] Whirl: Arrgh I'm not nearly drunk enough to deal with Ultra Magnus. *TIME TO CHUG* agoodidstraction: Same agoodidstraction: I'm gettin seconds FakeProwl: *all right. he tried with Rodimus first and got a complete non-answer. Next.* agoodidstraction: Hey PROWL FakeProwl: *is going to ignore that* Smokescreen: /Giving Predaking a friendly grin and a thumbs up!/ agoodidstraction: Don't be a *** Prowl Whirl: Mech. You've got some moves. *swivels his helm to nod at Predaking* agoodidstraction: Prowl Whirl: Nice flying, ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage mutters something that might be a compliment about Predaking's tracking abilities. Even if they are inferior to his own.* Smokescreen: wheeljack no Whirl: ((predaking shows up,. everyone compliments him. he feels like the king he is. a good night)) Txen: DS: *shakes his helm* We can't make anything that good. Predacons just know how to hunt and eat things raw. So One-eye's lap ornam--- uh. We trade for it. Txen: ((A GOOD NIGHT)) Windchill: How is it that this spacecraft can't outrun an analog flier? Bruin: That was.. impressive agoodidstraction: It's a *** spacecraft Whirl: He must be that good. Windchill: *Was not impressed.* agoodidstraction: old grandpa cruiser Airachnid: Or it's a very slow ship. Whirl: *snickers--he caught that* So WHO is in charge of this brew, again? FakeProwl: @Soundwave «About a month ago Rodimus contacted me asking about a trade with Shockwave involving innermost energon? I redirected him to you. Did he comm you about it?» ItsyBitsySpyers: *WAS monitoring the frequencies closely. Decided not to say anything.* Windchill: It made it from Cybertron and back within a human lifetime, it can't be that slow. Txen: Predaking: *bows to your superior experience, oh small but mighty hunter* Windchill: Or from Cybertron to Earth, I mean. ItsyBitsySpyers: *WELL THEN. Ravage is pleased. He lifts his chin and closes his optics* CptRodimus: Magnus and his sudden dramatic earth arrivials. Ha. Whirl: Well. Slipspace travel isn't the same as flying through an atmosphere. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Affirmative. Smokescreen: stop calling him an it Starscream agoodidstraction: ((a friend of a friend introduced me to raf's voice actor last year andwe had ramen and text about guild wars. he is a cutie patootie omg)) Smokescreen: actually starscream just stop Windchill: Assuming that's what he did, it wasn't specified. Shockbox: (( holy ***, that's great. )) Whirl: ((omg)) Smokescreen: ((:OO NICE Windchill: *Frowns.* Whirl: I'd assume so. Whirl: *dramatically sighs and flops; half on windchill, and half on airahcnid. Sorry, Airachnid* I'm gonna need to bring more booze next time. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «What was that all about? I was about to start construction in Iacon so I couldn't ask him for more details. And now he doesn't feel like enlightening me.» Windchill: You need MORE? agoodidstraction: *halfway done with second cube* Txen: Predaking: *pleased by the compliments, but preening is beneath him* At this point, it was instinct more than skill. We Predacons come from a long legacy of apex predators. Airachnid: [she doesn't mind too much] Txen: ((sorry im so slow lmao)) Whirl: I need to be sloshed to deal with Magnus. Whirl: ((dude u fine)) Txen: Predaking: *tempted to growl when his onscreen counterpart did* agoodidstraction: This is *** why is everyone alive Airachnid: I do not blame you. Windchill: You guys are weird. agoodidstraction: What's this *** Smokescreen: ... okay sounds did you notice that I was dragging a hammer through darkmount and not say anything or did you frag up Windchill: He doesn't bother me. Smokescreen: ..... NO. CptRodimus: Awe, c'mon Magnus isn't bad once he chills abit. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave points at the screen* Smokescreen: OPTIMUS. NO. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He knew what you were doing.]] Smokescreen: no no no no no boomtank: .... Whirl: Hey, if that was all instinct, then it's all the more impressive, mech. Airachnid: [chinhands in Smokescreen's direction] Smokescreen: ...... Windchill: Maybe you shouldn't have SMASHED IT THEN. Smokescreen: /Dangit no he's crying again./ Txen: DS: *shifting sheepishly in his seat when Whirl tells him to continue* Uh, you know... *drops his voice to a stage whisper, not that that works* Soundwave. The energon setup there is pretty -sweet.- Whirl: You and me are gonna hafta agree to disagree, Rodimus. He might be YOUR buddy, but he's not MINE. agoodidstraction: Smokey *hic* Airachnid: I do agree, if he wanted to restore Cybertron with it, she shouldn't have broken it. Smokescreen: all of you shhhh Windchill: No you shhh. Smokescreen: ... wheeljack Smokescreen: you shhh! Optimus knew what he was doing! He had to! Txen: ((*fart noise that sounds like 'op shouldve died instead of cockteasing it for five episodes straight*)) CptRodimus: *optic rolls* Well you get he is my buddy. Dont keep bashing him. agoodidstraction: ((omfg)) Smokescreen: ......... agoodidstraction: C'mere, want a sip? Whirl: *snickers; he is NEVER, EVER gonna forget Soundwave being called Shockwave's lap ornament. It is a thought that will amuse him in dark times. It will warm his spark and make him laugh in darkest hours Windchill: (( I hate that they dropped this plot thread jfc. )) CptRodimus: Orly, smokes? Smokescreen: ........... Airachnid: [LAUGHS HYSTICALLY] Smokescreen: /He's going over for that drink. And to curl up./ Whirl: *and since you can read his mind, Soundwave, YOU KNOW THIS* Yeah, I've spent some time at Dancitron. Prety cool. Not my kinda music, or my kinda scene, but it's not too bad. Txen: Skylynx: *noisily gobbling his plateful of snacks by just sticking his face into the pile* boomtank: Yeah, I'd have that look too CptRodimus: OPtimus told you... not the matrix? Airachnid: [MORE LAUGHER] Whirl: ((weh that's when it freezes for me)) boomtank: Leadership is a pain Smokescreen: /Chugchugchug he's trying to not answer anything/ Windchill: It's not that bad. boomtank: Really? Whirl: Oh my god. He's so HORRID. agoodidstraction: *** you magnus Whirl: Someone save me. *floops more* Windchill: Ewwww Whirl's touching me! boomtank: In my experience, it kinda is Windchill: *CRINGES.* Smokescreen: I think that was the one mistake Optimus mamde back there- Windchill: Maybe you don't have enough experience, then. Whirl: *rubs his feet all over Windchill's belly* Txen: Darksteel: *is a rude boy who's pushing his luck* We don't have -anything- like it on our planet yet. *theyre all wee bebes who see a nightclub and go AHHHHHH WHAT MAGIC IS THIS* Windchill: *Makes wretching sounds.* boomtank: ....right. We'll go with that. Txen: ((the preds are all like, 4 years old lmao SO INEXPERIENCE)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((okay i'm trying to get caught up in chat ONE: roddy since rodimus did not tell him it was a secret and he was there when the offer was made anyway would it be horrible if he told Prowl)) Windchill: *Shrugs while making wretching sounds. Sorry, dude, he's from Vos and Born Opinionated.* Whirl: *calmly continues his convo with Darksteel while rubbing his feet on Windchill and flopping on poor Airachnid* I think we used to, but I never went to places like that, myself. Airachnid: Then I think the Matrix needs a new set of standards. boomtank: -led what was left of the Autobots against Megatron when all other oficers were captured or killed- Whirl: You should travel, mech. See the multiverse. Smokescreen: I hate you Airachnid. Airachnid: :3c Smokescreen: ... But you're right. CptRodimus: ((rodimus already asummes anything he tell SW isnt pirvate anymore then no it will not make anymore issues Windchill: *Can't believe Whirl is mauling his stomach.* Whirl: *what part of this is not believeable* Windchill: *Well, to start with, Whirl is not believable. He is a myth.* Windchill: *A FANTASY.* Airachnid: [she's just going to pet Whirl, she wants to keep her servos preoccupied] Windchill: *If u know what I mean.* Whirl: *Whirl is obviously a cryptid* Smokescreen: Rodimus-- the matrix makes mistakes sometimes, right? ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Life creation. Txen: Darksteel: *grin is more like a grimace* Maybe one day. Right now I gotta think of the kids. Windchill: *The song of his people.* Whirl: *WHAT THE DICK HE'S BEING PETTED. ...allows this* FakeProwl: @Soundwave «... Elaborate?» Whirl: *blinks; the tableau before Darksteel is even more ridiculous now* The kids? Oh--yeah, Shockwave talked about them, I think. You've got little Preds running around? Windchill: *Faintly offended that they're being referred to as seekers, but whatever.* CptRodimus: Ever met a purple Blurr, Smokescreen? Pretty sure Primus can *** up. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): This one's, Shockwave's timelines have protomatter creation knowledge. Txen: DS: *w/e hes in a babypile half of the day anyway* Yup! Sure do. Smokescreen: Purple Blurr? Blurrple? Whirl: Shockwave made 'em, right? We've still not gotten past the wholle 'how to repopulate' problem. CptRodimus: *chuckles* Txen: Skylynx: *chokes a little* I fraggin' HOPE he didn't make them... Whirl: Then who did? CptRodimus: Well... still got that silly weakness Bruin: Ooooh ouch Txen: DS: *laughs* Naw, mech. He created -us-. We, uh. Handled the rest. Whirl: Oh, damn. *LAUGHS* Smokescreen: But-- you know-- he made a mistake on this part in the documentary with me, right? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave sits up slightly* CptRodimus: Ice cubed Whirl: Looks like they put you on ice, Predaking! ItsyBitsySpyers: *He likes watching this part quite a bit.* Shockbox: *is paying extremely close attention now.* CptRodimus: Primus Whirl: *looks back down to Darksteel, staring blankly for a moment* Ohhh. You guys propagate on your own, ight? Neat. Smokescreen: ........ CptRodimus: PPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFT Windchill: (( WHY AM I LAUGHING AT THAT SOUND. )) Txen: Predaking: *slight optic roll* I am susceptible to extreme shifts in temperature. It is of no permanent consequence. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «"Protomatter"?» Windchill: (( Sorry OP but your death throes amuse me. )) Smokescreen: ............ alpha trion was also-- ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): ...Basic living metal. Cybermatter. Protoform material. Smokescreen: how can two mechs and the matrix be so wrong CptRodimus: magnus is still awesome to watch. boomtank: -okay, back inside the room, again- ItsyBitsySpyers: *Quietly taps the inky mesh of his middle with a feeler claw. This stuff.* Txen: DS: *nods* Where we're from, most of the more beastlike bots do. Bruin: Aw frag, thatt wont end well Whirl: Pfft, and they have the nerve to call YOU guys primitive. You can do things we CAN'T. boomtank: HOW Txen: DS: That's what I'm always SAYING! *this guy gets it* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Such a good part.* Whirl: Oh, hey! Even you're getting in on it, Shockwave! Shockbox: *very good.* Whirl: Nice gun. Shockbox: (( i like how most of his dynamic actions actually do send shockwaves.)) Windchill: (( I live for the Shockwave fights. )) FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Ah. That's... if we're talking about the same thing, I believe it's called sentio metallico here. The material that surrounds a spark to make a new frame. That's what you can make?» Txen: Shockwave: The circumstances had become sufficiently dire to necessitate direct involvement. Windchill: He's dead, Jim. Whirl: Either way, have fun babysitting. *snorts and 'toasts' Darksteel again; it's so weird to talk to someone so familiar and yet a stranger* boomtank: -Then again, Blaster would never try jumping from any height. They terrify him- Txen: Shockwave: *has good shock absorbers. very good shock absorbers* ItsyBitsySpyers: *The feeler then drops to his side to, oh, I don't know. Pinch Shockwave's leg ever so secretly.* Whirl: *leeeans back again more. Slowly folds up his leg. Slowly. Extends it, pointing like a ballerin... for Windchill's face* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Correct. Windchill: *Stares.* Windchill: *This is it, this is how he dies. Toe to the face.* Whirl: Are you any good? *to Shockwave* Shockbox: *they're like arperture science level shock absorbers* Txen: Shockwave: *antennae perk. looks curiously over at S-- ah. Whirl* "Good?" Whirl: Can you fight worth a damn? FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Shockwave was offering—what, a sample of it? In exchange for a sample of someone's innermost energon?» boomtank: ....? Windchill: (( Starscream what do your elf eyes see. )) Airachnid: ALLLLLL)) ItsyBitsySpyers: //It ain't Skyfire.// FakeProwl: ((they're taking the autobots to nevada)) agoodidstraction: ????? boomtank: Wait Whirl: PFFT. agoodidstraction: this happened? Whirl: *BURSTS OUT LAUGHING* boomtank: Optimus got wings? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He got... well, everything]] CptRodimus: ...NICE Windchill: Why am I not surprised? boomtank: Or a jet pack? boomtank: Wow... Whirl: Wait, wait--wait. The Autobot's in you guys' dimension--they DID have fliers, didn;t they? *the foot has landed. Poke the cheek* Airachnid: [LAUGHS TOO, STILL NOT OVER IT] CptRodimus: SOMEONE HIT ME WITH THAT HAMMER agoodidstraction: robust Windchill: That's a long story. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Was always oddly uncomfortable with that upgrade. He likes big bots. He dislikes the Prime. Dilemma.* Airachnid: The Autobots had a few flyers. Shockbox: *to gay or not to gay, that is the question.* Whirl: Huh. We've always had plenty. Weird. Smokescree: THER WE GO what did I miss Windchill: Most of them were defected Decepticons, in my dimension. Smokescree: ....... Also Rodimus no Whirl: *shockwave no* Txen: ((dang i dcd. did my posts not post)) Whirl: *stop being attractive* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Small nod at Prowl* agoodidstraction: he is pretty huge Airachnid: [still laughing at the way Optimus looks] Smokescree: I'm glad Megatron didn't know about this stuff until recently, at least. ItsyBitsySpyers: //No way, Rodimus. You wanna look like a brick wall?// Whirl: Lord. That's embarrassing. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Wouldn't be racin' no more like that.// Whirl: Yeah, Rodders, you're better off staying the way you are. A good racer is better than a bad flier, any day. Txen: Shockwave: Taking into consideration that I am not a professional soldier, my fighting abilities are adequate. Windchill: *Nods. Even he'll agree to that.* Windchill: PFFFT. Smokescree: I don't think he looks so bad-- he's got a couple of my features? Like the thing on his chest and the extra biolights and-- It's weird Whirl: *just. pushed up against the cheek* Airachnid: Especially when you look like a bloated space shuttle. Bruin: *plating flared out, kibble up. Shockwave never to be underestimated* Whirl: Not too shabby. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Why did Rodimus want a sample? If it's your equivalent of our sentio metallico, then we already know what it is. Unless there's reason to think yours is significantly different than ours.» Smokescree: spidey I will eat you agoodidstraction: Haha CptRodimus: I bet if I had wings I'd out fly you whirl! Airachnid: :3c ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Replication knowledge. Whirl: NOTHING with wings can outlfy me. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave glances over at Shockwave. Tell him you were that steady.* Txen: ((COOL as a *** cucumber)) Windchill: *He's trying to sputter and there's practically a foot in his mouth. Don't complain if he spits on you, Whirl.* Shockbox: *astounded by the calmness of his alternate* Whirl: ((LIKE A BOSS)) Windchill: Depends on what you mean by that, bro. Txen: Shockwave: *are there iterations of himself who are -not- that steady?* FakeProwl: @Soundwave «... Ah. And Shockwave wanted innermost energon in return?» *unspoken: he ONLY wants innermost energon??* «Why did the trade break down?» Whirl: Go fatser than me? Maybe. But as far as moves goes, sorry Rodders. All the upgrdes in the world won't help you. *preens shamelessly* ItsyBitsySpyers: *He's met a few.* Shockbox: *shockblast, for one.* Whirl: (9FOWLER IS SO GOOD FFF)) Whirl: ((BEST)) Smokescree: ..... I want to hug optimus FakeProwl: ((shockblast does not count. he has anger management issues.)) agoodidstraction: My Optimus never got yolked Smokescree: i miss him i really miss him I- /Dangit it's happening again he's tearing up/ agoodidstraction: Smokes Txen: Shockwave: *mmh. a shame. perhaps they do not have allies that can be relied upon to form a bridge in time* Windchill: (( I HATE that we had the S2 ending that gave the cons such huge advantage only to spend the entirety of S3 just returning it to the previous status quo, waste of time. )) Airachnid: [and she's watching Smoke. again.] Whirl: ((yeah.....)) ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Correct. Requested material not possible. Whirl: ((but the multi part setup wasn't too bad)) Txen: ((tfp didnt understand stakes)) FakeProwl: @Soundwave «... Why not?» Airachnid: TFP didn't understand a lot of things)) Whirl: *retracts his foot at last* Txen: ((now any time the stakes get risky optimus just flies in and overpowers anything thats not predaking)) FakeProwl: ((tfp didn't even understand what it had written half the time)) CptRodimus: *long hard look at whirl* Nah--- bet I would. If I have even half my skills fro mthe ground <3 Whirl: *...is he still being petted. Because if he is he is staying put, but if not, he's gonna sit up like a civilized creature* Airachnid: [yes he is] Txen: ((...only two eps tonight? :'0)) agoodidstraction: ((didn't they get a new director and make the writers cram everything into only 13 eps)) Windchill: (( Too busy selling toys + executive meddling + no actual writing team, just people pushing their own agendas. )) CptRodimus: ((there was three ItsyBitsySpyers: ((that was four heheh)) Txen: ((oh wait damn im wrong)) FakeProwl: ((yep)) agoodidstraction: ((we could've had SEASPRAY damn it. wj would have been so happy)) Airachnid: yeah season 3 was a mess)) Txen: ((WHAT how time flies)) boomtank: ((aw Windchill: *His mouth will never taste the same.* CptRodimus: *claps* There we go. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Thank Primus. He's not ready to face the upcomng memory yet.* Whirl: Pfft, in your dreams. *doing his best to look dignified while being petted and failing* You wouldn't even IMPRESS me, much less outmatch me. CptRodimus: Hey SMokes Windchill: *STRETCHES.* Shockbox: *well, tonight's showing sure has been...enlightening.* Whirl: You out, mech? Shockbox: *but he'll be leaving earlier than usual.* Smokescree: /He's just going to keep curling up here/ Bruin: *well that was something. He's just gonna eye the predacons because wow* Txen: *the preds are like wtf is wrong with petting. being petted is the BEST. ...when you ask for it. no funny moves smokescreen* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave bobs his helm to Shockbox. He figures he'll be getting questioned soon....* Windchill: *Stretches leg into the air.* Windchill: *So fancy.* Shockbox: *in a non-public setting, most likely.* Whirl: *Whirl didn't ask but he is not complaining. Airachnid has lovely fingers* Txen: Predaking: *'wow' is the acceptable response to a specimen of his stature and grace, yes* Smokescree: /He's not gonna try petting NOW at least. seeing Optimus like this again hurt a lot/ ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ah well. It had to happen sooner or later.* boomtank: Smokescreen? Are you okay over there? Shockbox: *he doesn't bother to take any energon with him this time.* Whirl: We going for one more? Or are we breaking for tonight? agoodidstraction: *head on table* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Unknown. Autobot morals, insufficient supply, other. Shockbox: *in any case, he pings goodbye. as he makes an exit.* FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Hmm. What were the *precise* terms of the trade? And why wasn't something else simply proposed instead?» CptRodimus: We are done for hte night Windchill: That felt really short. Txen: *shockwave nods farewell to the alternate and keeps an eye on the two preds near whirl in case they Get Rowdy* Windchill: Maybe I wasn't paying enough attention. CptRodimus: *pulls out a datapad to play games on* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble peeks at the games if he can* Smokescree: /Shaking helm some in Blaster's general direction but not actually speaking. Dangit this is embarrassing/ Whirl: *if they do you'd better count on Whirl to egg them on* Airachnid: [she's still watching Smoke] Whirl: *to Windchill* You were probably distrcted. *by his feet; he looks to the Preds* You guys should come back, sometime. Whirl: We could use some Preds to liven the place up. boomtank: Do you need someone to talk to? CptRodimus: ((wher eis smoescreen at? sorry chat is moving really fast Windchill: Yeah, now that I think about it, I probably was. Smokescree: /He hasn't really moved much- probably still on rodimus unless rodimus moved?)) Windchill: *Partially due to FEET.* Txen: DS: Heh. Well, we were thinkin' about coming in for our parts at least. Uh. I mean, 'His Majesty's' parts. -We- ain't in it till the very end. Windchill: *Partially being lost in his own mindscape, the final frontier.* CptRodimus: ((nah smokey is getting a gamer hug rn then since rodders started playing a game on his datapad Txen: DS: *downright unfair if you ask him* CptRodimus: *mummers* Hey Smokey. agoodidstraction: zzz ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Innermost energon samples, sources: four/more outliers. After debate, other unusual mutations, spark readings also accepted. Whirl: PFFT! You actually call him MAJESTY? Whirl: *LAUGHS* Whirl: *who knows what wonders await us all in Windchill's mind* Windchill: *Raises eyebrows.* Smokescree: ... /Leaning up to Rodimus, still all curled up/ Bruin: *would buzzssaw object to helm scritches? Bruin is going to find out* Windchill: *Fart sounds, we've established this.* Txen: *they both shush Whirl urgently before His Kingliness notices hes being made fun of* FakeProwl: @Soundwave «... Huh.» *an odd request.* «Why?» ItsyBitsySpyers: *If Bruin asks, he may give one (1) helm scritch. If he surprises Buzzsaw, he'll get activated chainsaw wings (but no damage yet) instead* Windchill: *Windchill will fight his Kingliness, nobody tells Whirl what to do.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Buzzsaw is one of the minis who don't like surprise touches* Whirl: *he does subside, but no faster than he feels like* That is HILARIOUS. Txen: Skylynx: Look. We got to, all right. You don't know how he gets. Txen: DS: Don't mean we can't be sarcastic about it. CptRodimus: I gave optimus mack the matrix too. Txen: Predaking: *sarcasm what is sarcasm* Windchill: Wow. Bruin: *very slow moving han, making it obvious where he's reaching*This okay? Whirl: You'll neve, ever catch ME simpering up to someone just because he likes to think he's royalty. But, I'm not a Pred, so I guess it does't matter. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Shockwave.... many, MANY millions. Most genetic data already learned, understood. New knowledge, higher understanding sought. Educational. Entertaining. Smokescree: I mean- I didn't really take it in the first place... Is it a mistake to not to do that now? ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Soundwave has seen own. Fascinating. Txen: Skylynx: Ehh. *scratches cheek* It's like. A "pack thing." *air quotes* And the sooner you kiss a little aft, the easier he gets to live with. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Buzzsaw floats juuuuust a little lower to permit the hand. Briefly.* Windchill: Better to kick his aft, if he's gonna act like that. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «... Is there any danger to the people whose innermost energon is handed over?» ItsyBitsySpyers: }}Be certain you do not mistake me for a pet. I simply enjoy the sensation.{{ Txen: DS: Uh, were your optics shut during that show? *snorts* We tried, once. Whirl: Hey, you know what? I ain't even gonna judge you guys. boomtank: -Okay, no need for him now, Rodimus has this- Windchill: I saw everything, I think. Whirl: Do what you gotta to keep high command from breathing down your neck. But someone who wants THAT level of DEFERENCE from me's gotta EARN it. CptRodimus: *shrugs* All that matters is that you listened to your Spark Smokescreen. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Minor innermost energon loss. Privacy matter: full genome inspected. No other dangers expected. Windchill: *It's an unfair assessment, he still outweighs even Predaking, so. His perception regarding kickable aft is a little different than most people's.* boomtank: -Back to listining to music- CptRodimus: @Boom *pings a <3* Whirl: *whirl will 100% fight Predaking. He will probably lose but he will enjoy every second of it* Whirl: *an aerial battle against someone like THAT? HOT DAMN SIGN HIM UP* Bruin: I would never. Spotter and Lazerbeak enjoy it so guessed you might as well. *one scritch and he'll stop* Smokescree: Well-- of course. I can't be a prime- I'd be bad at it! I'd get someone hurt and I know it and I don't want to hurt anyone because of my own mistakes CptRodimus: *rueful smile* It sucks. Txen: DS: It's not like we gotta grovel or nothing. He's just touchy about titles. *and he wouldnt admit it, but honestly... the guy does an okay job at leadership when he's not being a pompous aft* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Approving whistle. A wise mech, this Bruin. He can see why his sister floats nearby some nights.* Windchill: *Is a little more interested in Smokescreen's dilemma than Predacon problems, now.* Windchill: Listen, dude. boomtank: -Blinks but pings back a ':)'- CptRodimus: ((they are talking softly to eachother Whirl: *Whirl's just Extra Rebellious, don't worry, Darksteel* Fine, fine. But still. Principle of the thing. *he also might be slightly tipsy* Windchill: (( Whoops sorry, I couldn't tell. I keep getting up and missing blocks of chat. >:U )) CptRodimus: ((at least rodimus is. certinally not a thing he would have just anncounced to a room Txen: DS: *scraggletooth grin* If you care that much about it, you could always take a shot. FakeProwl: *a moment of silence as Prowl contemplates that.* @Soundwave «I can see why Rodimus balked. Taking another's innermost energon is... a questionable endeavor. Taboo, depending on the circumstances.» CptRodimus: ((it be pretty clear Smokey is upset thou! Whirl: I'd do it for fun, mech. Whirl: *lowers his voice* Soounds like a hell of a time. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Do you think he would be willing to accept something else?» Smokescree: ((smokescreen might be a bit louder because bad at controlling volume while crying)) Whirl: *lowers his voice YET AGAIN to a hoarse whisper* And I like to fight. CptRodimus: (9^^ I say they can hear Smokescreen but not rodimus? Whirl: *lowers his voice TO EVEN EVEN MORE LUDICROUS DEGREE* It's basically all I'm good at. That and singing karaoke. CptRodimus: ((that fine Smokey-mun? Windchill: *Chin, meet hands.* Smokescree: ((that's fine!!)) ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Soundwave knows energon taboo. Native planet has own versions. Taboo clinging not understood; Prowl's timeline gives in survival hope. This, literal survival hope. CptRodimus: ((so they all can see smokey upset and tearing up while rodimus and mummeringly softly at him ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Regardless... other items accepted, IF suitable. Txen: DS: *leans in, taking it seriously until that last bit startles a laugh* We're Predacons. We -all- like to fight. Whirl: *snickers back* That's why I like you guys. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((... can rumble hear if he's right nearby or is it really murmury murmuring?)) CptRodimus: ((would soundwave know the other item--- nvm i dont care about the details at this point Whirl: I used to be pals with another Darksteel--from a different timeline. *nods to Darksteel* It's... weird. Meeting the same people from other dimensions. But not a bas weird, necessarily Whirl: *bad CptRodimus: ((rumble can hear them he is right next time :D ItsyBitsySpyers: *Then Rumble can hear but is keeping his mouth shut for the moment.* Txen: DS: Huh. Never met another ME before... What was I like?? CptRodimus: *idle takes one of smokey's hand and start to make it dance to the beat* ItsyBitsySpyers: *He doesn't care for Smokescreen much but he knows embarrassing Rodimus won't win him any points for his application* CptRodimus: *a twitch of a grin* Windchill: *Makes snoring sounds, he's starting to get irritated for no rational reason.* FakeProwl: *hmm. what does Prowl feel safe giving...?* Txen: Shockwave: *well. movie night is over. he shifts in preparation to stand up* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Oh no you don't. Another hidden pinch with the feeler claw that is still right by that leg* FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Would Tarantulas's innermost energon be of sufficient interest to him?» Smokescree: /Letting Rodimus take his hand, but still mostly curled up/ CptRodimus: *this make happen* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave leans back so Prowl can see Shockwave better and keeps looking at him. Try asking.* FakeProwl: *maybe not, considering that if Shockwave asked, Tarantulas would polish Shockwave's pedes with his own innermost energon for nothing in return; but it's worth checking.* Whirl: He was real cool, mech. *nods slowly; Whirl is actually somewhat sad to have lost him* Once, we both got blackout drunk and went on a rampage through a space station. Whirl: Spent the whole rest of the next day trying to piece it all together. Whirl: ...*perks up suddenly* Ravage! You're on-screen! ItsyBitsySpyers: =That poor feline.= ItsyBitsySpyers: =Filthy biped.= Smokescree: ?? /Smokescreen's not tearing up mostly because he's completely confused about what Rodimus is doing here/ Whirl: O,h come on, that;'s not so bad. If I was a cat, I'd let someone do that. Txen: Shockwave: *startles slightly when pinched. caught partway into stand-mode, he pauses, then sits back down. apprently, his presence is required* CptRodimus: *a soft purring laugh* Windchill: Cats are so patient. Txen: DS: Oh. I did that once. *nods somberly, mouth pursed* At Dancitron. Didn't end so good. ItsyBitsySpyers: =Lucky for you.= CptRodimus: ((thats totally is what rodimus is doing to smokey ItsyBitsySpyers: *He'd be clawing someone's optics out by now* Whirl: Rodimus? Can I make a request? CptRodimus: *laughing* Yeah? boomtank: -snickers at the sight- Whirl: *it's easy for whirl to say, he's not a cat* CptRodimus: *this is laughing therapy* FakeProwl: ((what a patient cat)) CptRodimus: *for the smokes lol* Windchill: (( I love them so much. )) boomtank: ((cat looked like about ready to do some murder Smokescree: /he's so confused right now and might be trying to squirm out of this!/ Whirl: HEH. I had a grand old time. FakeProwl: *sends Soundwave a comm ping that's the digital emotional equivalent of a mildly displeased blep face.* «Fine.» Txen: Predaking: *mystified. is this human entertainment. why does the small predatory mammal accept this abuse of its dignity* Whirl: Anyway--from my experiences, you guys know how to party. *nods* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage growls and slips out of the room. He's not watching his furry brethren be treated this way.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Buzzsaw's giggling though.* Whirl: *and now, aided by the coprious amounts of booze he has drunk, he straightens up, bobbing his helm in thanks to Airachnid, before swiveling around and pointing at Predaking* Whirl: YOU. CptRodimus: *ok he will show this vid ic now so smokey can see the cat vids* Airachnid: [she just lets him] Txen: Predaking: *eloquent brow raise* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Don't worry, Prowl. He'll make it up to you.* FakeProwl: *comm ping to Shockwave* Whirl: We gotta fight. Smokescree: Rodimus please-- Whirl: It's inevitabe. CptRodimus: *pets pets for good kitties* Windchill: (( That is the face of a cat that just doesn't care. Look at him. )) Whirl: Also, my request is anything by Dio. But Holy Diver is a good pick. Smokescree: ... /Grumbling but he's not trying to squirm away- the petting is kind of nice./ Txen: Shockwave: *one antennae twitches. aha. so the reason reveals itself.* «What do you want.» ItsyBitsySpyers: *Close, Shockwave, but not quite.* CptRodimus: ((what was whirl's request? ItsyBitsySpyers: ((anything by Dio but Holy Diver is good)) Whirl: ((anything by Dio, but he recommends Holy Diver. Rainbow in the Dark is also a good pick)) Whirl: ((feel free to have Rodders promise it next week!)) Whirl: ((Smokescreen needs the therapy and whirl will not hold it gagainst him(( Txen: Predaking: *tilts helm to level his good eye* ...Oh? And what makes you think so, Autobot? CptRodimus: Next week Whirl I'll do it just remind me~ Whirl: Because if you don't agree to fight me... you're a CHUMP. Windchill: *Says the guy who won't agree to fight HIM.* Whirl: *THIS DOESN;T CONCERN YOU SICKBOY* Windchill: *LEFT OUT AGAIN.* Whirl: *HE WILL flip rodders a quick salute. Dragon Time* Windchill: *Story of his life.* CptRodimus: *poke smokes cheek* You dont like silly earth cats? FakeProwl: @Shockwave «I've been given to understand that about a month ago you offered to trade the process for creating cybermatter in exchange for four samples of innermost energon with unique properties.» Whirl: *WINDCHILL HE WILL PUT HIS FEET ALL OVER YOU AGAIN LATER. DRAGON. TIME.*& Windchill: *THAT'S NOT A FIGHT THO.* Whirl: *it is if you think about it. whirl's feet against your gag reflex* Txen: Predaking: *optic widens, surprised. he doesnt know what a chump is but gathers its an insult* You challenge my authority? FakeProwl: @Shockwave «In hopes of assisting Captain Rodimus in concluding this bargain, may I ask you some questions about that arrangement.» Txen: DS: Oh boy. Now you've done it. Windchill: *Did you just assume my gag reflex?* Whirl: Damn right I do. *puffs up* I challenge ALL authority. Smokescree: /And he's starting to curl up again./ Not right now... ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble chokes on his snacks. Whirl can't be this dumb.* Windchill: *It's not that dumb.* Airachnid: [she likes Whirl but dhe's not getting involved] Windchill: *Are there seriously only two people in this room not scared of the flying toad? Shockwave presumably aside?* Smokescree: ((eggs is just staring at me and slow-blinking at this)) Txen: Predaking: *lets out a deep and resonant "HAH" and pounds his fist on the armrest before standing up. looks more exhilarated than angered* I will take the utmost pleasure in defeating you on the -- Txen: Predaking: -- field of combat. CptRodimus: *tiny sigh* Fiiine. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble isn't scared, but he knows better than to make an outright challenge. That's the kinda mech you gotta sneak up on.* Airachnid: [she doesn't like to waste energy on things that don't concern her] ItsyBitsySpyers: *This is the difference between him and his brother.* Whirl: *he looks purely exhilarated. Well also like, 30% drunk, but mostly exhilerated* Big talk, flyboy. Windchill: *That's ONE way of doing it.* Whirl: Name the time, and the place, and I;'ll be there. Windchill: *Some of us have options. A bonfide CORNUCOPIA of meting out buttkickings.* Windchill: *Bonafide wow Whirl: *whirl, some might be shocked to know, IS capable of sneaking around when he needs to. see: Luna 1. but man. Sneaking on THIS magnificent specimen would be a WASTE* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Whirl's some 5 or 6 times Rumble's size. Cut him some tactic slack* Whirl: *understandable* Whirl: *but he'd probably do this even if he was still stuck as a bird, because. Whirl* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Final countdown, huh? This 'bout how long Whirl has til he gets snuffed or how long til ya pop guns 'n chase us all out?// Windchill: *Windchill, on the other hand, has no real excuse for sneaking around.* CptRodimus: Huh...? Whirl: PFFT! Oh, ye of little faith! Txen: @Prowl: *first, a correction* «The offer entailed a set amount of the substance, for the purpose of testing whether it could serve as a substitute for your sentio metallico. It was understood that-- CptRodimus: *looks up form his game playing and petting* Txen: further negotiation for the method could follow.» ItsyBitsySpyers: ((OOPS that's... mun error, not soundwave lying)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((frick)) Smokescree: /Purring from the continued petting and is starting to cling to Rodimus/ ItsyBitsySpyers: //OH HECK YEAH// CptRodimus: ((soundwave wouldnt heard the that part anyways ItsyBitsySpyers: *Air guitars* ItsyBitsySpyers: ((whew)) CptRodimus: *is fine being a purring heating pad* FakeProwl: @Soundwave «... So the bargain was for four samples of innermost energon, in exchange for a sample of the substance? And the method, I expect, would be more costly?» Windchill: *Narrows his optics. This song has always annoyed him a little and he can't figure out why.* CptRodimus: *he will just play his game on the datapad =)* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble stops to look at Rodimus.* Txen: @Prowl: «Ask your questions. My offer remains open, so long as my terms are not disrespected. I care not -who- acts, nor who reaps the benefits.» ItsyBitsySpyers: //Hey. Hey. I know a game you gotta do.// FakeProwl: *he did ask a question* Txen: (sorry im like)) Txen: ((that was still my initial response)) CptRodimus: *glance at rumble with an encouraging smile* FakeProwl: ((ok no prob. i didn't know if you thought the questions where rhetorical, my bad)) Txen: ((i hate this chat format and always struggle with it)) ItsyBitsySpyers: //There's this whole human game where ya sorta - where ya fake play this stuff on a fake instrument. 'N it got this song.// Txen: Shockwave: *in other words... he can go to someone you'd prefer that he not* CptRodimus: Guitar hero. ItsyBitsySpyers: //YEAH! You know it already? Don't tell me ya got it?// Windchill: *Stretches for REAL this time; he's getting frustrated and it's time to go.* Txen: ((your last post was to soundwave was that supposed to be shocky)) FakeProwl: ((.... yes, my bad)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *He's still waiting on Arcade to fashion a metal controller after he accidentally crushed the plastic one* FakeProwl: ((again)) Smokescree: ... Guitar hero!! We need to get some Cybertronian-sized guitar controllers ItsyBitsySpyers: //That's what I been sayin'!// FakeProwl: *not fazed. he never expected shockwave to care about who he gives his materials to as long as he's paid for them* Smokescree: I've got Cybertronian-sized DDR dancepads, but not guitars. CptRodimus: haha. I'll get hte nerd on it. ItsyBitsySpyers: *The BIGGEST shocked face.* CptRodimus: They scaled up PS4 controlers already Smokescree: YES PLEASE Whirl: I still need to learn to play. Smokescree: :O Really? I've got scaled up wiimotes and stuff-- we should just scale up as many consoles as we can! Smokescree: /He's starting to smile again at the thought/ boomtank: Scale up? Smokescree: Scale up so we can play 'em! ItsyBitsySpyers: //Yeah. Whatcha want us to do, play on them lil human ones?// Txen: @Prowl: *slowly inclines his helm* «Innermost energon, or an alternative but viable method for genetic analysis. Surely you understand the inherent difference in value between a substance and its-- ItsyBitsySpyers: //...I mean, I kinda can.// ItsyBitsySpyers: //Ain't none of you could.// Txen: --method of creation.» Windchill: *Just use a holoform, pssh.* boomtank: No, no, I just...didn't know what you were scaling up CptRodimus: *leans over a hits a few keys on the control pad under the table top* Whirl: You should absolutely do it, Rumble. Whirl: And I'll get a me-sized one and join you, someday. After a lot of classes. Windchill: I can't believe I've almost sat through this song twice now. Windchill: I'm leaving. Smokescree: Game controllers! Whirl: I've always wanted to use an electric guitar as a weapn, though... *distant look* Txen: ((OK GOMEN going to try to reply for predaking)) Windchill: You all tricked me. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Seeya, footstool// boomtank: Game controllers. Whirl: ((NO RUSH DUDE U FINE)) Windchill: Bye, suckers. Whirl: Pfft. *nudges Windchill with his foot one last time* Seeya, loser. boomtank: For...? Smokescree: ... FRAG YEAH hold on hold on maybe I have the dance pads in my subspace somewhere-- /He's rifling through his subspace. No dance pads unfortunately/ CptRodimus: *a set of ddr pad scaled uo rotate out of the floor. this is their multipurpose room* Smokescree: Video games! Smokescree: !!!! Smokescree: RODIMUS RODIMUS ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave accidentally perks at the sight, then pretends he didn't* boomtank: Um...? Smokescree: You wanna go? Windchill: (( For the record: I like that awful song but Windchill...not so much. )) Smokescree: /He's going to go over and take one- he's really good at this game!/ boomtank: -sits back to watch, curious- CptRodimus: Ill go I pick an easy song first! CptRodimus: *hops onto the player one pad* Smokescree: We don't need easy. FakeProwl: @Shockwave «Surely I do. I asked for clarification only because I had been led to believe the bargain was different.» Windchill: *He gets up and GETS THE HECK OUT before musical chaos breaks loose.* Smokescree: Well- I don't need easy, but still. Airachnid: [she's just going to sneak off becase things are getting boring] Whirl: *bobs is head in farewell* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Intently watching Rodimus play* CptRodimus: ((i didnt que up a twoplayer on sorry xD Txen: Predaking: *sweeps an arm wide* Whatever place and time you deem fitting for your defeat. *his own planet is just acid rain rn u may have to pick lol* Airachnid: [waves at Whirl before disappearing] CptRodimus: *oh we is hella fancy he learned to play in korea* Smokescree: ((All good!! just imagine smokescreen playing along here/ ItsyBitsySpyers: *Itch to challenge rising. Mustn't.* boomtank: -Soundwave. They seriously need to sit and talk- Smokescree: Not bad, Rodimus- bet I'll still win this though boomtank: -He had the same idea- ItsyBitsySpyers: *Yes they should.* Whirl: Okay. All right. So. *poiints* ...I'll pick when I'm sober. Txen: @Prowl: *doesn't waver* «Good.» *hasn't seen his previous dealings as terribly rational, so -he's- just heading off more of the same* Whirl: But anyplace with room to FLY. FakeProwl: @Shockwave «What, then, would you consider a reasonable payment for the full process? Without the patronizing comments, if you please, I find they waste valuable time.» ItsyBitsySpyers: ((omg the angriest ddr battle. blaster vs. soundwave. it could only be worse with a jazz.)) Whirl: *because OF COURSE he has to fight this guy in the air* boomtank: ((that would be HILARIOUS Txen: *duh of course* CptRodimus: *laughs* zi get too fancy--- footwork top notch! CptRodimus: WHo else for the pad? Smokescree: We've both got some AAA footwork, I think! CptRodimus: *steps off* Txen: Shockwave: *thats probably the most patronizing way to request a lack of patronizing comments, but ok. he runs some calculations* Smokescree: !!!! CptRodimus: *glances at blaster* I know you can rock this. CptRodimus: Get over here <3 ItsyBitsySpyers: *WATCHING SO CLOSE. Might be leaning forward.* Whirl: *Whirl will not even look at the pad; he'd definitely be good at this stuff but like hell is he gonna admit it* boomtank: Waiiiit Smokescree: I wish we could have infinite challengers and just have everyone go at it CptRodimus: *see that noodles* Whirl: For now... time to go on. *hops up and streeeetches before ndoding to the Preds* Nice meeting you two. Whirl: *turns and points to Predaking* YOU. You're goin' down. CptRodimus: *grins at boom* Whhhhaaaat scared SMokes is going to up seat a music mech? Txen: DS and Lynx: *wave to Whirl* boomtank: ...I think I know how this is played... boomtank: -okay, challenge accepted- boomtank: -up he goes- Smokescree: Hey- I'm a dancing mech. I'm not going down. CptRodimus: The arrows are times to music you press the arrows as the go up. You dont have to do al lthe stuff I was doing~ FakeProwl: *If Shockwave wasn't able to figure out by himself that it's illogical to waste his own time patronize someone who's trying to conduct business with him, clearly he needed it pointed out to him.* boomtank: So the arrows are notes boomtank: Got it boomtank: ((I'm laughing ItsyBitsySpyers: ((i got one lmao)) boomtank: ((hmn? ItsyBitsySpyers: ((am i allowed to link in here or should i put in skype)) CptRodimus: ((skype me Whirl: ((i cant believe a google search for "ddr kokomo" came up with NOTHING)) Smokescree: ... ((Ok how are you supposed to do that part where it's all notes at once Smokescree: ((do they just want you to use your feet that badly)) Txen: Shockwave: *perhaps prowl shouldnt be so ready to feel patronized by simple word choices made in the face of exhausting and negotiation with bots who care more about morality than saving cybertron* Smokescree: ((*hands boomtank: ((yup Txen: ((*minus that and. shoo you)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave would be sighing if he could hear those asterisks. Instead he's watching the other shenanigans* Smokescree: Soundssoundssounds- you can dance right? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He can.]] Smokescree: You should play this! boomtank: -That was fun- Whirl: *and poof he's gone for now* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[And why should he do that?]] Whirl: ((i must shower and i Caannot Abide this song)) Whirl: ((or the one that was playing last)) boomtank: ((whoa CptRodimus: ((soundwave mun wanted it linked =) Smokescree: 'Cause it's fun and you'd be good at it ItsyBitsySpyers: ((it's hard to see little but his legs are in full jitter mode too)) ItsyBitsySpyers: [[What does he get for doing it.]] CptRodimus: Fun ItsyBitsySpyers: ((pictured here: both music mechs)) Smokescree: A good time? What, do I have to let you look into my mind for secrets or something? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Fine.]] Txen: @Prowl: «Supervised study of your Enigma of Combination.» ItsyBitsySpyers: [[After this one.]] Smokescree: ... Fine to doing it for fun or for doing it for my secrets? 'Cause I don't really have that many secrets boomtank: -Can't. Sitting and laughing at this song- ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Both. Give him a moment.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Wanders into the hallway too toss back a quick ration* Smokescree: wait what CptRodimus: *rodimus does this dance without the dance pads cause he knows it xD* boomtank: -off the mat though- CptRodimus: *the actual dance* Txen: ((are prowl and shockwave going to have to Have A Serious Discussion while soundwaves dancing)) FakeProwl: @Shockwave «Noted.» boomtank: -laughing so hard- boomtank: ((Blaster here CptRodimus: *laughing too this is fun* boomtank: ((I think there is only one Soundwave in the room ItsyBitsySpyers: *Okay. Quick ration digested. He's back in and waiting to see what he'll have to work through.* boomtank: -okay, back on his peds- Smokescree: /And he's gonna sing along here!/ ItsyBitsySpyers: ((omg it's so slow tho....)) Txen: *the predacons are basically fascinated by this Revolution of the Double Dance* boomtank: ((gah ItsyBitsySpyers: ((i was hoping for something fast for him ;; )) boomtank: ((it doesn't match uuuup CptRodimus: ((this one is awful boomtank: ((yeah CptRodimus: ((lt find another ItsyBitsySpyers: ((thank you ;; )) boomtank: ((tanks Txen: ((god)) Smokescree: /Watching the predacons and grinning. They like it?/ Txen: *darksteel's trying to get skylynx to take a turn* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Okay. Soundwave shakes his arms a little and steps on the pad.* boomtank: ((oh god FakeProwl: @Shockwave «Thank you. At present, that's all the information I need. I will inform you should I require more.» ItsyBitsySpyers: *And he won't be using his feelers.* boomtank: -Smokes or him against 'wave?- CptRodimus: ((can we all take a moment to picture this Smokescree: /Going to just go over near them and try to pat/ You should give it a go, too! Txen: Shockwave: «Very well.» *if thats all to that conversation, he has other things to pay attention to* CptRodimus: ((lmao FakeProwl: *... ah. and just in time for a much more interesting show.* ItsyBitsySpyers: ((you are free to. that's the only reason I gave in lmfao. though he's fancir than this guy)) CptRodimus: ((i really nearly two yers had a thread where rodimus had these scaled up for the rec room boomtank: ((hehe ItsyBitsySpyers: ((nobody who can twirl like he did in the wj fight is this bland)) Txen: ((honestly DDR dancing tends to be really bland stomps)) boomtank: ((we need a fancier one for 'wave Txen: ((i appreciate the talent required regardless)) CptRodimus: ((rodimus is too boomtank: ((yup Txen: ((but its not super conducive to ACTUALLY dancing)) Txen: ((...unless soundwaves just Doing Riverdance RN)) boomtank: ((HAH ItsyBitsySpyers: ((LMAO)) Txen: ((picture it tho lmfao)) boomtank: ((ohgod ItsyBitsySpyers: ((i have seen some creative players)) CptRodimus: ((lmao Txen: ((*SNORT*)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((HAHAHA)) CptRodimus: (((ooc now CptRodimus: ((i am down a rabbit hole ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave steps down and nods. That was a little fun.* CptRodimus: ((minibots ItsyBitsySpyers: *And goes back to take his seat like nothing *** happened.* CptRodimus: ((ok i need to go get food Smokescree: /Thumbs up at Soundwave! Maybe he forgot the secrets part from the fun? Smokescreen's hoping that./ ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ha. As if.* Txen: ((A SOUNDWAVE NEVER FORGETS)) Txen: ((except when he does)) boomtank: ((good luck Smokes boomtank: ............ ItsyBitsySpyers: *Tilts his helm.* FakeProwl: *farewell ping to Soundwave* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Nods farewell to Prowl.* Smokescree: /Dangit/ boomtank: I am going to have to talk to my alternate ItsyBitsySpyers: [[....Hmm.]] FakeProwl: *flickers out* boomtank: What? CptRodimus: @Smoke ::You can come over and play DDR later!:: ItsyBitsySpyers: [[....Nothing. It is nothing.]] Smokescree: @Rodimus ::That'd be awesome-- thank you.:: boomtank: ...right. Smokescree: Hey- Preds, preds- you ever play any games? Txen: DS: *stops mid-attempt to scratch his head with his foot* Uh. What kinda games? Smokescree: Like the game we had up! Or even physical games- you ever try lobbing? ItsyBitsySpyers: *...Makes a small note to maybe. MAYBE. Ping Blaster of his own accord some day.* ItsyBitsySpyers: ((what are you lookin for roddy?)) CptRodimus: *ok has to run out---* CptRodimus: Oh *** guys--- i got a shift who is on duty rn.... CptRodimus: *enjoy npc cyclonus glaring til you all leave* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Farewell.]] boomtank: ...goodnight ItsyBitsySpyers: [[We should also be heading home.]] CptRodimus: *spins out of the room as Cyclonus comes in* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Stands and summons all of his minis. Glances at Blaster.* boomtank: Yeah? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...You were.]] NnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnO can't give a full compliment. [[Acceptable.]] boomtank: ....thanks. Same to you. ItsyBitsySpyers: *A sort of. A kind of. A stiff nod.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Coils a feeler loop around Shockwave's wrist and pulses Interest, Capital I, with a Question.* boomtank: -waves and leaves- G'night! boomtank: ((because mun is laughing so hard right now agoodidstraction: what Smokescree: Wheeljack Txen: Shockwave: *glances at feeler, then at wheeljack. maybe they should... have this conversation somewhere with fewer pests present* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Agreed. Shall they?* Txen: Shockwave: *offers arm* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Takes it. And out they go.* Txen: (SORRY SMOKEYMUN we got in a big convo on skype)) Smokescree: ((All good!)) Txen: DS: *shakes head vigorously* Sometimes we wrestle. Or take an old steel beam and have a tug-of-war. The kids got -loads- of chew toys...

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