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cobrasx · 8 days ago

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Me siento PÉSIMO, creo que lo único que me puede hacer sentir mejor es UNA RESPUESTA TUYA A MIS PREGUNTAS PREGUNTOSAS QUE MANDO UN SÁBADO A LAS 3 DE LA MAÑANA 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣

Ajam, como sea, yo te dije que te quería hacer más preguntas. Firmaste tu condena MUAJAJAJAJAJJAJAA

• ¿Cuál es tu episodio favorito? ¿Por qué?

• ¿Qué episodio no te gusta? ¿Por qué?

• Headcanon de algún personaje

Eso sería todo, gracias 💙💙💙

PANNNN!!!!!!! HEY HEYYY HIIIIIIIII HELLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOO AHEUHEHSHSHUEHSHEHEHE

HAVE NO FEAR PESCADITO I GOTCHU BRO (i say, contractually obligated)!!! JOKING LIKE THE JOKLER OFC I LUV UR ASKS PAN TRUST <333 i would have responded so much sooner but i really had to sit and think for these ones HELP AHAHHSHHSHHAHS BEFORE ANYTHING!!! i hope ur doing great gurl!! im so very happy to hear from u, i gen hope ur feeling better! remember to HYDRATE!! NOW ON WITH THIS THANG

¿Cuál es tu episodio favorito? ¿Por qué?

i thought there was no other media that could possibly make me worse. then i watched dtmg phantom of the popera... i love this ep sm n im sure this is on many other ppl's s-tier lists too. funniest concept ever - billy having one-sided beef with a child - but honestly there's so much to pick apart here. we got this new superstar sensation that bjc actively wants to sabotage. WHY?? CAUSE HES MAD INSECURE BUT ITS OKAY ITS OKAY SHHSHSHHSHHHHHHH. billys over here taking things too personally, probably thinking that the world will just move on to some other dude, and he cant let that happen cuz he's THE billy joe cobra!! debatably the most influential man of all time! hellooo!? u cant just MOVE ON from that! n u certainly cant cover his super goated songs into steaming dog pile oblivion (ALLEGEDLY.) n it gets to a point. BJCs breaking point. obviously spencer doesn't wanna b on the cobra enemy list and attend the jtt concert. they already experienced a fallout after the mess that was the bjc museum - BUT I MEAN MALLORYS THERE AND ITS NOT LIKE HES GOING FOR JTT,,,, SO MMMMMAYBE HE CAN KEEP IT ALL UNDER WRAPS?? he doesn't. he feels terrible breaking bjcs trust, he feels terrible if he's the one at fault for their second and potentially last do-all end-all fallout. BUT YKW? BJC PULLS THRU. 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉 OUR MAN PULLS THROUGH YALL 'CAUSE IF THERES ANYTHING MORE IMPORTANT THAN HIS PRIDE ITS HIS LOVE FOR HIS LITTLE BROTHER. so willing to set his ego aside for his lil bro and damn dawg i LOVE THAT OMLLLLL IM HEAD OVER HEELS FOR THIS BITCH IM LITERALLY SQUEALING AND KICKING MY FEET AT FREQUENCIES BEYOND MAN'S COMPREHENSION. and the way he says honeyyyy? WITH SO MUCH SOFTNESS???? BABE WHAT A BBBAAAAABBBBEEEEEEE!! THERE HAS NEVER BEEN SMTH SO ATTRACTIVE IN A GHOST BEFORE BBBBBBRRRUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHH SO VERY DOWN BAD I WANNA KISS A TRAIL FROM HIS WRIST UP TO HIS SHOULDER HES SO BEAUTIFUL, MY HEART IS GLOWING, IT'D BE GLOWING 'CAUSE HE! OH MY, OH MY GOD! 예상했어 나 I WAS REALLY HOPING THAT HE WILL COME THROUGH OH MY, OH MY GOD! 단 너뿐이야 ASKING ALL THE TIME ABOUT WHAT I SHOULD DO 너와 나 we do not talk abt hoover.

we do, however, talk abt how buck was so ready to beat a bitch up for assaulting his guest <3333

Qué episodio no te gusta? ¿Por qué?

"the sleepover", i feel, is dtmg at its worst. things happen, but there isn't a pay off. the episode wants to treat the plot as some convoluted mystery, but nothing actually leads anywhere. hoover was here until he wasn't; i don't think it would've mattered at all if he wasnt included in the ep. his existence just prolongs the reveal,, N THATS IT LMAOAOA. its obvious that hoover had nothing to do with billys "disappearance", but we follow the kids trying to uphold their end of a non-existent deal for.... NO REAL REASON ACTUALLY. that whole thing w ponzi and lorenzo happens, BUT WHAT PURPOSE DID PONZI SERVE IN ALL THIS LIKE HOOVER GOT HIS 30 DOLLARS YEAH N HE BOOKED IT BUT CRASHED N WTF WHAT WAS IT ALL FOORRRRRRR. HE WAS NEVER ACTUALLY GONNA GET ENOUGH MONEY TO LEAVE MADAME X AND START A PUPPY DRESSUP BUSINESS BFFR. DOES HE THINK HE'S IN A SHOW WHERE CHANGE SHAKES UP THE STATUS QUO??? WHAT IS HE?!?! DELUSIONAL!?!??! HOOVER BABY PLEASE!!!!😓😓😓 WHY DID WE EVEN FOLLOW THIS PLOT THREAD WE GAINED ABSOLUTELY NOTHING-- IT WAS A WASTE OF TIME!!! n it's such a huge BUH BUH BUMMER bc with the resolution in mind - when they finally find out the WHY of billy going m.i.a. - it becomes more apparent that this could have been such an enjoyable episode had they gone for making everything take place during the school dance. SUCH A MISSED OPPORTUNITY. YALL HAD THE ASSETS, WE COULD HAVE DONE SMTH NEW!!! DELICIOUSLY NEW!!! AND WHILE IM AT IT, DOES ANYONE ACTUALLY GAF ABT PONZI AND HIS STUPID ASS PIGEON?? PONZI GETS A PASS I GUESS IK THERES AT LEAST ONE PONZI ENJOYER IN THIS FANDOM BUT THE PIGEON? WE CANT KEEP PROPER CONTINUITY IN THIS SHOW, BUT WE GET TO KEEP THE PIGEON?????? THE PIGEON?????????????? THE ONLY THING SAVING THIS EPISODE FROM TOUCHING THE FIERY PITS OF DOOMED WRITING IS BILLY JOE COBRA NIBBLING ON A SLICE OF PEPPERONI PIZZA. THE SLEEPOVER?? MIGHT AS WELL HAVE BEEN CALLED THE SNOOZFEST - i say, rationally and calmly and

Headcanon de algún personaje?

YOU WANT TO ASK ME ABOUT MY DTMG CHARACTER HEADCANONS?!?!?!?! IVE BEEN WAITING YEARS FOR SOMEONE TO ASK ME ABOUT MY DTMG CHARACTER HEADCANONS!!!!!!! HANG ON, I HAVE A MODEL!!! no but seriously omigosh im so stoked!! id love love LOVE to talk abt hugh wright especially. AND I WILL!!!

this isn't even an original hc, but it's a narrative that im choosing to believe n abide by cuz it feels so (W)RIGHT! from what i remember, dating way wayyyy back to "spencer spooks", hugh was apparently a rockstar pre- and post- the family move. since theres no indication that hugh has associated w this lifestyle in dtmg, i decided to settle for a little twist that i think exists in another spencer property. that being he's a former rocker, now retired. pretty much, he left that whole situation behind him, turning over a new leaf n all that- opting to take on the responsibility of being a proper father to his kid (kids* later on) than pursuing a now dead dream. besides, there are other creative outlets to explore, and he, for one, loves to tinker around w things!

there's this episode that mentions how he was a former cheerleading coach. we had no context for this prior to this episode, but i don't necessarily want to ignore that (even if it WAS just mentioned for the sake of one episode). i figure that the whole cheerleading bit also happened while jane was pregnant - a profession more stable in terms of income, but not quite. getting a degree in accounting was that last resort. that, and i also just REALLY REALLY like the idea of "gravity's rainbow" being a stunt that had originated from his past performances. IM TAKING IN HUGH LORE A LITTLE TOO SERIOUSLY HE SAID SMTH ABT MOVING BACK TO COW COUNTRY BRUH WHAT HAVENT YOU DONE BYE

jane was also a rockstar in the show's prior concepts i think, but uhhh i highkey fw the idea that jane was hugh's former groupie turned hairstylist. they fell in love, obvi, and rather than forego her hobby, she just stuck true and blue with it n ultimately decided to make that her career.

this is such a scatterbrained jumbled mess so im just gonna drop bullet notes in nonsensical order AHHAHAHHSHAHH

. hugh was an underground hard rocker w a few close friends as his bandmates - their bond now rendered a distant memory. he used to live life on the road, jamming from one open venue to another. he was the lead guitarist, certainly no jimi hendrix. anyone within earshot of his sound, n those w even an ounce of sense, could tell he was no disciplined guitarist. he loved to play, and when he played, he played LOUD w a voice to boot. he wrote songs occasionally, and they were pretty straightforward. his lyrics weren’t exactly “highbrow” either, far from it. they were mostly just about how he felt at that moment in time - very "youth rebellion" where either nothing mattered anymore or everything did. he wasn't all too concerned with selling those lyrics out, though. . hugh never really drew in much of a crowd with his music. it didnt warrant a complete audience, not exactly. maybe rounded up a few enjoyers here and there, but none of them were really any dedicated (save for a very enthusiastic red head who kept appearing at every one of his shows). as with his eccentric personality, he never much minded any of that. music for him was just a form of expression. sure, he dreamed big, but it was never about being signed into a label or appealing to people. moreover, he HATED labels and in concept, their controlling nature. . spencer and jessica are completely unaware of their father's past. hugh and jane didnt have a specific reason for not telling them about what they were up to way back when. i have it in mind that at some point, they'd probably mention it through some offhand comment w the excuse that "it just never came up!" . hugh never burned his songs into cds, or any tapes for that matter. a shame, now that his kids would rather much have their hands on audible proof rather than rambunctious nights captured in cheap little polaroids. he'd comment that it had never occurred to him at the time, but jane chimes in. she's got it all covered in a camcorder, stored who knows where, but as far as she knows it's definitely in their home somewhere. a search party montage later they find it, but they can hardly make out the static being recorded - yet another shame. he confesses he still has his guitar, something he could never bring himself to part ways with, and he's asked if he remembers the chords, lyrics - anything. he does, vaguely, but for his family, well, he figures he can come up with something on the spot. that's how he worked after all! (it's certainly something. music? debatable. jane falls in love all over again. as for the kids? opinions are mixed, but one thing is for sure: their dad is pretty cool. a certain ghost seems to agree.) . i hc that the rest of the wrights would eventually be introduced to billy proper. theyd b able to see him - the whole nine yards! i saw this little doodle of dirk n the old man, and im a SUCKER for these kinds of thingssss i dunnooo. im ALSO a sucker for the ppl around billy influencing him for the better, and i can totally see hugh playing a part in potentially inspiring billy to do just that in the hugh-est way possible. i picture them mindlessly jamming together freestyle; bonding over their shared love and appreciation for music not just as an outlet, but as an entity- to reconnect w it by any n every intrinsic means necessary. It's a long way's home from "perfect". composed solely on improv n zero structure, its disorderly at best, but it helps in breaking the habit of having to constantly perform for someone to performing for absolutely no one at all. a sound no one else will hear: an art for no one! its hardly ever that serious with these these two, and ykw that's okay! they get each other. they're on their own little wave-length :)

. before i call this post quits, there's this one scene that i like to perceive in a specific way. in axe maniac, there's this flashback - a christmas with the wright's and their little spence. one of the wrapped gifts is a guitar, and ik it may seem reasonable to believe that it was given to spencer on billy's behalf, but me personally, i like to think that the gift was from hugh !! as enthusiastic as he was to introduce spence to the world of music, his boy did not end up picking up after him. doesnt matter! it's not in hugh's nature to force this kind of thing onto him. he's always been supportive of spencer's hobbies no matter how peculiar, and if there's one thing that makes him happy and connected enough, it's their shared moments being captured through the lense of his son's camera <333

thank you so much again for giving me the opportunity to ramble almost endlessly abt dtmg!!! another message in your inbox is closer than u think. BEWARE <33333

#.asks #dude thats my ghost!#EVERYONE SAY THANK YOU PANNN💖💖💖💖#i ended up talking more abt hugh hcs than anything else wtw #IF UR GONNA SCREAM SCREAM W MMMEEEEEE MOMENTS LIKE THIS NEVERR LLLLLAAAAASSSSSTTTTTTT #anyone who has gotten to the end of this scripture deserves to b financially compensated #i could have yapped on but au territory is a scary frontier #sighhhhh i need a chewy chips ahoy rn #yall remember the GO AWAY HUGH meme from 2013?#good times (i wasnt even there)#i need a billy and hugh episode so BBBAAADDDDD BBBBBBBBRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO #ignore the pigeon crashout #that was.... not me #watch the video b 2 pixels HELP #dtmg

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kingstoken · 5 months ago

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Two Bingos for @feedthefandomfest Smut Edition

Sex Pollen: Choice of Drink by NoPlace35 Doctor Who, E, Twelve/Missy, 6036 words Summary: "He doesn't do this often enough. Downtime isn't something he's accustomed to, but the universe is safe, its biggest threat is sitting right in front of him at least, so he can relax and enjoy the company of his oldest friend/enemy while his current companion sleeps peacefully. " (Or the smut laden, sex pollen fic that no one asked for)

Threesome: I don't even have the will to be defiant by KennyPers Doctor Who, Twelve/Missy/Clara, E, 22,451 words, WIP Note: this story includes very dark elements like torture, rape, etc Summary: The new Doctor doesn't regret, doesn't apologize, doesn't ask. He experiments with everyone around him, plays with the feelings of others, without making excuses for who he is. Clara feels and feels sorry for him. Or so it was before, before this crazy symbiosis of a time lord and a young woman began to increasingly express itself in toxic dependence, in the erasing of the edges and limits of both capabilities and behavior.

But what if Clara continues to travel with the Doctor even when he promises to guard the vault with Missy? Or what traveling with two Time Lords might lead to.

Shower Sex: [rainbow emoji] [water emoji] by yonderdarling Doctor Who, Twelve/Missy, E, 3176 words Summary: "The Doctor: look Bill something very bad’s coming and we’re gonna be very busy so we both better get some pussy tonight." Originally PWP that became PWP with feelings.

Sex Magic: Whispering Wards by thundercrackfic Good Omens, Aziraphale/Crowley, E, 4588 words Summary: Heaven and Hell set a dangerous trap for Aziraphale and Crowley. The ineffable husbands develop a way to work magic together to protect Aziraphale from future attacks, with sexy results.

Angst and Fluff and Smut: Lament of Time by Bennybatchy Doctor Who, Twelve/Missy, M, 2473 words Summary: She doesn’t know at which point in the last fifty years they started fucking, but one moment he’d been lecturing her about the difference between right and wrong, and the next she’d pinned him up against the wall, with her skirt hitched around her hips. Now he laid next to her, face twisted into the pillows, his thin limbs sprawled across the bed, greedily taking all the space there was. It was a rare occurrence to find the Doctor here longer than necessary, after she’d taken him apart with all she had. “Do you sometimes think about them?”, Missy asked him. “Always.”

BDSM: Oh Master You're So Fine! by JerseyGirl324 Doctor Who, Twelve/Missy, E, 3136 words Summary: A private scene in the TARDIS set immediately post-"Eaters of Light."

Drunk Sex: Call me mmmmmaybe by mistressterably Doctor Who, Twelve/Missy, E, 2,332 words Summary: A FB friend asked if I could write something based no the doctor and a drunk call. Here it is.

Insert Play (blood play): Loving You's a Bloodsport by brandedforeverlame Interview with the Vampire (TV Series), Armand/Daniel, E, 4016 words Summary: After Louis leaves the apartment in Dubai to head to NOLA, Armand decides to reveal all to Daniel.

Double Penetration: too much by TheQuietWings Doctor Who, Twelve/Clara/Missy, E, 735 words Summary: Clara can have two Time Lords. As a treat.

#feed the fandom fest #doctor who #twissy #bingo card #bingo #ineffable husbands #devil's minion #I'm still on my Twissy bullshit #but at least there are a couple of other fandom thrown in here too

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zeydaan-isabella · 1 year ago

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Zeydaan and Isabella's Fledgeling Flight

Commission for GreyHawk89 with story by them too of Zeydaan's early ventures into flight- including the design of what the Hawkmoths uniform would've looked like when the team was fully registered.

Up and up and up into the Wild Blue Yonder Zeydaan ascending on their magic broomstick. I'mflyingI'mflyingI'mflyingI'mflying! Around them, their draconic café coworkers flew, encouraging them. Well, mostly encouraging. "Hey Zee, what's up with that superhero get-up you're wearing? I read comic books too, but assure you you don't need to wear tights to fly!" Blue the Perhaps Excessively Scottish Dragon shouted over the sound of wind ripping their ears. "It's my uniform for this new group me and my other friends have put together, the Hawkmoths," they tried to explain. "That still sounds super-hero-y to me," Blue tried to shrug, but with her wings coming out of her shoulder blades, that proved difficult. It mostly just caused her to wobble erratically. Amrin, whose flying was purely magical and wingless, was capable of remaining close to Zey throughout their journey into the sky, just like she'd been the emotionally closest and most supportive of Zeydaan the sad confused werewolf slowly transitioning into the identity of Isabella the fellow dragongirl. "Ignore her dear. She's not completely wrong; you DO look a bit 'super-hero-y' as she put, but I think you look dashing," "HAHAHAHAHAH LOSERS EAT MY CONTRAILS!" Blaze the valstrax shrieked as she zoomed past, dangerously close, rays of purple energy expelled from her wings propelling her through the air as breakneck speeds. Within seconds she was already a glowing dot far above the rest of them. "Looks like Blaze is blasting off again," Blue grumbled, try to hide her obvious jealously. Amrin sighed. "Let her cut loose. From her perspective, she lives in a world of snails. After least she no longer tries to cook things faster by turning the oven heat up several hundred extra degrees." Blaze's bright spot wavered, then gradually lowered itself back down to the level of everyone else. "This is Captain Blaze speaking. We've reached a cruising altitude of 10,000 feet. A small tasteless snack will be served shortly." She looked at the others, but only Zeydaan chuckled. She stuck her tongue out. Blue wobbled/shrugged again. "I know that that's a commercial airplane joke from watching movies, but when you've got your own wings, they're pretty redundant. Also, they still need new seats to accommodate non-humans. Why would YOU, Miss Gotta-Go-Fast!, even ever fly in a plane yourself?" "I just wanted to know what it was like for non-dragons, how much it would probably suck. And it did. So, it made me appreciate myself even more." Blaze lazily did a few allerion rolls. Zey's broom wobbled as one roll ended up with Blaze uncomfortably close yet again. "Whoa, careful please!" Zee begged as they tried to get back full control. "Ugh!" Blue suddenly yelled, swooping in as close as she dared. "Why are you on a broom, Zey? Fly! Fly, like the rest of us!" "I, um, can't!" Zey admitted unhappily. "My wings aren't strong enough. I can only glide." "Not strong enough yet," Amrin suggested. "Only glide so far. I don't have wings at all. Yours are magical as well, extensions of your will and power, not your body. If not today, then certainly possibly someday, you will fly properly." "If ye can glide, why not ditch the broom and glide then? We're high enough up for a good long glide." Blue suggested. "Mmmmmaybe," Zey said in a very 'HELL NO' kind of way, clutching the broomstick's shaft even more ferociously, legs wrapped hard around the straw brush. "I can see your wings, all folded up under your cloak!" Blue said. "C'mon, take your cloak off and spread'em!" she cajoled. Amrin glided in between them. "If Zee is not ready yet, they're not ready yet," she said firmly. Blaze and Blue rolled their eyes a little but backed off. The group hung around like that for a some time, two miles in the skies above the city of Mailor, passing through layers of moist white clouds from as they did so. Then, Blaze started to get stir-crazy again. She dropped down a bit, then blasted back up, powerfully. Too close. Zeydaan had re-relaxed their grip, and Blaze's burning purple wake shook them free entirely. Werewolfdragon and broom both dropped, down and away from each other. They couldn't hear their own screaming over the sound of wind in their ears, but the pain in their throat told them how loud their terror was. An odd sort of instinct kicked in, and muscles that were more mental than physical 'flexed' all along their upper back. There was a powerful, painful, jolt and they found their plummet, if not entirely arrested, slowed down considerably. Zee flailed with five of their limbs, while the other four remained rigid, fully extended and catching the wind. Wait, what? Craning their neck Zey saw a quartet of moth-like wings of pure pink solid magic energy extending out from them. "I'mflyingI'mflyingI'mflyingI'mREALLYflying! Well, I'm gliding, but naw screw that, I'mflyingI'mflyingI'mflying!" The terror that had so totally consumed Zeydaan mere seconds ago was replaced with delight. They screamed again, but quite differently. "WHEEEEEEEEEE!" Blue was suddenly right next to them, no doubt having folded up her own wings and dived. "OH SHIT ARE YOU OKAY!?" "I'M FLYING! WHEEE!" Blue blinked. Several times in fact. then she grinned. "Well, gliding, but naw, screw that! You're flying! Here, turn your body a little, like this, follow me, and we'll spiral back down, nice and slow!" Blaze and Amrin blurred into existence next to Zey. "I'M SO SORRY ARE YOU OKAY!?" it was hard to see Blaze eyes' under her aviator goggles, but IzZey thought they appeared panicked. "Oh, you're fine, you're fine!" Amrin practically moaned in relief when she saw Zeydaan. Then she turned towards Blaze. "PREPARE TO SPEND THE NEXT WEEK SCRUBBING THE TOILETS CLEAN WITH A FUCKING TOOTHBRUSH FOR THAT LITTLE STUNT!" she screamed in the nastiest voice Zeydaan had ever heard her speak with. Blaze cringed. The wolf-dragon barely even noticed the drama. "WHEEEEEEE!" Wings spread, Zeydaan Jem had fledged!

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classpecting-pokemon · 2 years ago

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also whats ur opinion on noivern

What a cool dragon type... I've got a few friends, you included, who vastly enjoy this pokemon. Ourself included, actually.

-- Dex Entries. --

Another I had to get help with, thanks to Mod Toaster Strudel of the sburbanalysis variety. I'm not well-versed in classes, but aspects I'm good at. There's a lot here about being able to attack in the dark, as well as implied detection in the said dark, this leads to the classpect we agreed on.

-- Judgement. --

Seer of Void seems to work. Mmmmmaybe Seer of Space, but that doesn't fit as well, given the dex entries consistently talk about being in the dark, so Seer of Void works just fine.

-- Personality meaning. --

Seers of Void are.. Interesting. They know a lot about being in the dark once in it, but they're usually well-accustomed to Light as an aspect. Maybe they're knowledgeable in something, maybe they're a diurnal species or something, which is really ironic given this is a classpect for a bat pokemon, which is notoriously a nocturnal pokemon, but shut up. My blog. I digress, though. The Seer is good at knowing secrets, and they can and damn well are able to expose you. They wouldn't be the type to write a callout post, per say, but they would completely be able to, is what I'm saying. DinkleDonk Stride does a better analysis of this than I do, even if it is a much older post from them.

#mod speakers #gira's telepathy!#--#noivern #seer of void #Not as confident in this so it goes into these two tags.

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lichdragon-fortissax · 3 years ago

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I do believe that Midir would definitely be doted on by some members of the Golden Order. I mean, he’s a child soldier raised by the ones who committed genocide on his race, putting it very simply and not including that whole mess with the Abyss and the Ringed City. (It is probably more complicated, but that’s how I interpreted it)

Mmmmmaybe not the Golden Order itself, as it still treats Morgott like shit despite him giving his all for the Erdtree, but by the select group of people who want to either indoctrine them and/or rebell against them, like Miquella and Malenia? Totally. Hell, Lansseax might also take Midir under her wing, though its hard to tell whether or not the ancient dragons of the Lands Between are social enough to embrace an outsider, no matter how cultured they might be. They're huge apex predators, food competition has to be pretty fierce.

I can especially see Misbegotten taking pity on the poor bastard. Experiencing mass genocide followed by slavery or forced indoctration is something that they are intimatly familiar with, after all.

#Elden ring #Dark souls 3 #Darkeater midir #Anon #Reply #Fuckin love midir man #Big baby

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bthump · 3 years ago

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Guts attempting to, you know, Casca felt unnecessary, especially because female characters (Casca included) are subjected to this way too often and it feels out of character for Guts to do that.

yeah ia

My biggest problem with Guts sexually assaulting Casca, I think, is that I do kind of think that within the context of the Eclipse rape happening it's necessary. The point is to show that Guts is succumbing to his own inner darkness and it's not any better than Femto or the other monsters Guts fights. And I do think Miura needed to show that.

The problem comes back to the Eclipse rape lol. Maybe you can argue that it makes sense that Griffith's inner darkness is expressed through sexual violence when he turns into a monster, or maybe you see it as pure lazy, gratuitous shorthand for evil (we all know which side I fall under, but tbf I do think you can read depth into it if you try).

But regardless, Guts' parallel assault of Casca is 100% gratuitous and unjustified, characterization-wise.

Like I complain a lot about how Miura defaults to rape to illustrate humanity's evil blah blah blah, and that's true in the case of boring one dimensional enemies like trolls and bandits, but honestly one thing I do like about Berserk is that inner darknesses are actually expressed in a lot of different thematically-relevant ways.

Snake man ate people and was a dick nobleman who exemplified treating people as commodities. Slug was obsessed with killing heretics out of revenge and obsession with the circumstancs of his sacrifice and probably fear of his daughter's corruption and potentially self-hatred as well. Zodd roams battlefields looking for someone strong enough to fight him. Wyald's a rapey dick who likes to have a good time, but also a strong illustration of the power of fear. Rosine's narrative had some cruelty of childhood innocence elements as well as just wanting an escape to a paradise. Eggman was lonely and isolated and othered and turned others into monsters like him because of it. Mozgus is obsessd with righteousness. etc etc etc.

Griffith's inner darkness, pre-Femto, was illustrated in his willingness to do anything to achieve his dream, self-harm, happiness when a kid gets killed, smiling and pretending to be invulnerable, talking himself into risking Guts' life during the second duel, downplaying the emotional toll the Hawks' deaths take, repressing his feelings w/ Charlotte, etc.

Guts' inner darkness is illustrated in his willingness to do anything to kill a monster, self-harm, using fighting as a way to repress his feelings, torturing enemies, downplaying the emotional toll the deaths of children take on him, telling a kid to kill herself, etc.

Until suddenly out of nowhere his evil jimminy cricket is telling him to rape and kill Casca, and he loses his shit and almost does.

Getting possessed and strangling Casca, now that made perfect sense for Guts. I could easily see him physically harming her, lashing out and nearly killing her in a bloodlust, all that. But Guts' inner darkness had nothing to do with sex before this, except mmmmmaybe, arguably, in the same way it did with Griffith, ie emotional repression ("don't think about those things, all you need right now is to feel alive,") and even then emotional repression has nothing to do with the sexual assault scene in question.

Not only that, but Guts doesn't even get a reaction lol. He had a flashback and emotional breakdown after consensually fucking Casca, but sexually assaulting her warrants nothing, apparently. Like if you need just one thing to point to to show that it's gratuitous as hell, there you go.

The only reason Guts tried to rape her is because Femto did - spelled out directly in black and white text on the page even - so once again something that objectively sucks as a writing choice in Berserk is all because of the Eclipse rape lol, and could've been a whole lot better if Femto did something other than rape Casca to prove what a bad dude he is.

(Actually the one thing that makes Guts assaulting Casca make some semblance of sense is if you assume Guts is redirecting his desire to fuck Griffith at her, because of the aforementioned emotional repression context, because of like, everything about how the beast of darkness frames it as a way to get closer and closer to Griffith lol, and because of Casca's role as a weird intermediary between them. Still sucks if it happens to be a deliberate writing choice though because a) you can't hinge something as huge for a character as committing sexual assault on gay subtext and b) you also definitely should not. Plus the way it’s portrayed is still completely ooc for Guts.)

#i intended to just write 'yeah ia' but then i wanted to talk a lot more about it i guess lol #so thanks for the opportunity #anon #ask #a #b #theme: misogyny #scene: beast assault #theme: inner monster #theme: heteronormativity #theme: critique #character: guts #scene: eclipse rape

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secretsfromwholecloth · 5 years ago

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Dragon Age: Inquisition, day 6.

*sigh* Blackwall, dearie, you realize that Linniva has relatives in the Templars and the regular military, so she knows what a soldier’s job is and won’t be scared off by a few skeletons and a woodland camp, right? And that all your flailing and hinting is making her think your problem is just low self-worth and that the best thing she can do is stay with you? And that there’s some deep level, some tiny portion of the situation, where she’s right?

Bin the “you deserve better” stuff, too. She very specifically doesn’t want better, because “better” in practice is going to mean picking from an assortment of young noblemen from pious families looking to use her position for status or spiritual validation. (Assuming things? Sure, but that’s exactly the sort of pairing that gets arranged for aristocratic daughters, isn’t it?) And besides, she has no truck with the whole Herald thing; as far as she’s concerned, she’s just some mage with a glowing green hole in her hand who’s in way over her head, and choosing to take up with an aging, taciturn soldier with issues is part of remembering that and staying grounded. (Is she punishing herself a little? Mmmmmaybe. Don’t tell her. And definitely don’t tell him.)

Kissing has happened, yay! And possibly a bit more than that, judging by the bit where he maneuvers her against the wall. *eyebrow*

Josephine is terminally adorable, and I only wish the gossip scene included her opinions of more companions than just Cole and Dorian.

So. Knight-Enchanters’ spirit blades have physical hilts but insubstantial blades, can be used to deflect projectile attacks, some of their powers sound suspiciously like Force abilities, and they’re noted as leading from the front, just like, say, a general at the head of a battalion of clone troopers. Linniva will start gathering materials for her lightsaber right now.

Not you too with the Herald thing, Varric. Please, someone, anyone, Linniva is just trying to stay human, she needs help.

She is absolutely up for losing horribly at Wicked Grace, Varric, thank you.

Iron Bull taking her to go chat with the common soldiery was sweet, too. Though maybe her mercenary disguise could’ve included something to obscure her face and hair a little? The Inquisitor must be fairly recognizable after everything that’s happened.

Oh, that’s where Cullen’s office is.

...Cullen, do you need a hug? Should I put you on the list of characters to make sure I give nice things to in future playthroughs?

Having to be sharp with Cole makes me sad, but please, spirit goober, you need to stop making off with people’s things for inscrutable reasons. We still love you, it’ll be all right, OK?

Is “discussing your relationship” what they call it these days, Linniva?

Dorian’s quest falls under Things It’s Not My Place To Speak On, so I’ll hold my tongue.

Oh, Josephine, you get into such predicaments.

You know what, let’s look in on Crestwood.

Hello again, Stroud. It’s good to hear you again.

Hey, free castle! Don’t mind if I do.

#dragon age #dragon age: inquisition #linniva trevelyan

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Donuts and Viruses

Prowl visits Tarantulas, partially to socialize and partially to see about moving some projects forward. The project they end up discussing is a defensive virus, meant to protect potential victims from being assaulted by mnemosurgeons. By the end, Prowl promises to get Tarantulas the brain modules of some deceased mnemosurgeons to use for research.

Prowl and Tarantulas also agree to set up space bridge drop boxes in their homes to send each other stuff.

Tarantulas

Visits from Prowl had always been a treat for Tarantulas, but these days they were particularly so. For one, visits happened far more frequently than they had millennia ago, and more importantly, this time the visit had also been preceded by a literal treat. He suspected the donuts were from Prowl himself, but he wasn’t totally sure, so…

“That was you, was it not?” Arms wrapped around arms wrapped around arms, all in greeting. “The donuts, that is. If it was, you have an incredibly accurate memory, but unfortunately so, hyeh.”

Prowl

That was. So many arms. He only had two to offer in return, but offer them he did. "They were me, yes. Er—accurate?"

He was pleased that Tarantulas had found them (and, Prowl hoped, consumed them). He hadn't wanted to interrupt Tarantulas's work with them, but, well—Prowl worried, from time to time, about whether he was remembering to refuel himself properly. His sleep schedule was erratic enough, Prowl doubted his other self-maintenance habits were much better.

Tarantulas

Thank goodness. Now Tarantulas didn't have to worry about delayed-onset poisoning via donut intruder anymore.

"Accurate - well, accurately positioned, according to where the cabinet was the day before." A bit of snickering, and Tarantulas let Prowl go. "The donuts didn't fall terribly far though, they were only slightly jostled. It didn't affect the taste, anyhow." A brief smooch of mandibles.

Prowl

"Ah. Yes." Right, most people didn't just... casually memorize the positions of everything they saw.

Prowl held on a moment longer. To even out the disparity in hug quantity due to his lower number of hugging limbs.

Okay. Okay, letting g—smooch—letting go. "I would have put them on the counter on the other side of the room, but I was worried there might be an experiment running on it." Tarantulas had eaten them, though. Good. "... Perhaps if you set up a, hm. Mailbox? That I could deposit things in?"

Tarantulas

No mech had the space to memorize things like that - at least, things they didn't consider worth keeping data on. Prowl, as per usual, was extraordinary.

Ah, how Tarantulas loved when Prowl hung on like that... "You were rightfully concerned. A mailbox, though...?" Tarantulas looked around, his visor squinted thoughtfully. "I'm sure there's somewhere I could set one up. But you'd have to arrange one of your own as well, or check mine in turn; I can't have you sending me things without proper reciprocation, now can I?"

Please say yes - because then it'd mean Tarantulas could send Prowl gifts, right

Prowl

Prowl considered that. "... I'll set up a drop box on the balcony." That wasn't IN the apartment, but it was within Prowl's property. "That could be very useful, actually." Beyond the obvious gift exchange functions.

Tarantulas

Score! Now Tarantulas had to think up a proper return gift, hm...

"Actually? Howso? For other mechs as well, you mean?" Tarantulas hoped not - it was much more disappointing to think of it as a general mailbox instead of a romanticized vessel of Tarantulas's affections.

Prowl

"No, in terms of shuttling supplies and projects back and forth. Dataslugs and devices and whatnot. Everyone else can just mail me things like normal." Or chuck them at his balcony door, if they happened to be a neighbor from a block away with a half dozen violent deployers.

Tarantulas

Oh, good! For presents and science, then. Romanticized vessel still intact.

"Ah, I see - far less lossy than comms, especially. I can't believe I'd never thought of that before." Tarantulas rocked on his pedes, fighting the urge to start roaming his labs for some reason. That'd be a little rude with company over. "Do let me know exactly where its parameters are once it's established. And - if there's a project that'd require greater volume than the balcony permits, I could connect the mailbox to a mutual subspace instead? That'd be simple enough

Prowl

"And far less hackable. ... Although more steal-able. But we can work on those details later. At the moment, I don't think we're working on anything incredibly sensitive that you'd need to drop off rather than having me come here to get it."

Prowl considered the possibility. "... We can discuss that once we have such a project."

Tarantulas

"I'd say our projects do lean more toward the tangible over the digital, so theft would be more of a problem." A fluttery tap-tap of mandibles. "That aside - yes, of course. It's a standing offer, whenever."

What projects was Tarantulas working on for Prowl at the moment? He'd spent so long researching Prowl's moral compass that he'd nearly forgotten everything else. There had to be something he was forgetting...

Prowl

"Some are digital. There's the virus, for instance." Prowl took the slightest step back, to a moderately more professional distance. "How is the virus going, anyway?"

The mnemosurgery virus wasn't the only reason Prowl had come over—Tarantulas's company was, of course, a major draw—but he'd come with it on his to-do list. He didn't think they'd discussed it since—since their whole... blowout. But that was now in the past, and prowl hoped very much to keep it there. It was time to get back to work.

Tarantulas

Professional distance? Prowl of all mechs knew that when it came to matters of science, professional distance meant basically squat. Prowl's slight step back was, of course, mirrored by a two-toed step forward.

"Virus? What do you -"

Oh. That virus. The anti-mnemosurgical malware Prowl had requested, a key project that had managed to completely slip Tarantulas's mind for months now. Yes, that virus. There wasn't any excuse for forgetting this one, moral compass research or no.

"Virus! Yes, of course." Alright, refocus your visor, you've been staring blankly at Prowl for too long. "It's - well, technically it's not going anywhere, since I haven't installed it in a host yet, hyeh." Fidget fidget. Where had he been when he'd left off? Time to hastily skim his abandoned files for some clues, and meanwhile think of a way to stall the ongoing conversation.

"Oh! First the donuts, though - shame on me. You graced me with such sweetness and I haven't uttered a single 'thank you' yet." Tarantulas put on his most apologetic expression as he reached out to Prowl in one swift movement again. Adios, professional distance. "They truly were delectable. Did you make them yourself, perchance?"

Prowl

"You know what I mean. Progress on making the virus." He paused. "Unless you're saying you're at the point where it can be installed in someone?"

Tarantulas was so inclined to jump from topic to topic that, for the moment, Prowl didn't realize he was specifically trying to dodge one. (Okay, they were touching again. Prowl was fine with that.) "Hah! No. Someone gave me a box. I don't even know where they were from. They were good?" "Delectable" was high praise for cheap goods.

Tarantulas

Was Tarantulas at the point of installation? No, he didn't think he'd gotten that far. Where was he, really...

"Hyeh, well it's really the sentiment that matters, not the exact origin of the goods. I'll admit I have a soft spot for donuts with filling especially, and the jelly-filled one -" Tarantulas pinched his fingers at his lips and dramatically outward in a mwah gesture of deliciousness that few could pull off without shame.

That arm fell in distraction as Tarantulas continued to skim the files. No, he really hadn't achieved much - gotten hung up on an intellectual snag and left it for his future self to handle. What was he supposed to do now? Prowl expected progress, and what Tarantulas had to offer him was meager at best, given how much time had elapsed.

Mmmmmaybe he could just... own up to it? That's what the whole not-lying-to-each-other deal had been about, right - transparency and honesty? Hopefully Prowl wouldn't be too disappointed with what he'd find.

"I..." Erk. This was already harder than he'd thought. "I, ah, back to the malware, though. Unfortunately it's... nnnnnowhere near comprehensive enough for installation. As a matter of fact, it's hardly progressed past the point of my last update, mostly because... I may have..." Squirm squirm. "Forgotten about it. R-regrettably."

Prowl

... And now, Prowl was focusing on Tarantulas's mouth. He was trying to figure out how to get a jelly-filled donut in there. "Wouldn't... How do you not make a mess when you eat them?" Unless he DID make a mess. Which wouldn't surprise Prowl.

He'd forgotten it. Prowl stared at Tarantulas a moment. He'd FORGOTTEN it. And then huffed in amused exasperation. Of course he'd forgotten about it. Prowl hadn't mentioned it in months—including a couple of months during which Prowl wasn't sure he'd ever even want to speak to Tarantulas again. The virus couldn't have been high on his list of priorities.

"It hasn't been immediately pressing," Prowl said. "Consider it back on the table, though. I WOULD like to receive the completed project." Preferably before he got too comfortable keeping his hands clean to do what needed to be done with Chromedome.

"Where did you leave off, then?"

Tarantulas

“I could give a demonstration sometime.” Tarantulas waved dismissively. “It’s really not that difficult.”

A tense moment passed as he waited for Prowl’s reaction – then a sigh of relief. Thank goodness it was exasperation and not pointed disappointment. Tarantulas was used to dealing with exasperation on a daily basis, that was nothing new.

“Duly noted, hyeh. The last section I recall completing…” His hands found their way to Prowl’s waist, never quite settling down. “I’m certain I’ve finished the coding required to activate the program upon mnemosurgical invasion, but that was simple enough. At least part of phase one is complete as well – preventing immediate access to your brain module, of course – but phase two I’m not as clear on. That’s – ah, the exact method by which the malware would disable their future abilities.”

Prowl

Did Tarantulas actually know how distracting hands fluttering everywhere were? He put his hands on top of Tarantulas's to trap them on his waist. Distraction managed. "Brain modules in general. Not just MY brain module." (He said, as though he was still fooling anyone that this virus wasn't first and foremost meant for his own protection.)

"That's massive progress. That alone is a stellar defensive tool." They could stop there and call it a success. ... Not that they were going to, but. They COULD. "Where are you having trouble with the method?"

Tarantulas

Judging by the tapping claws and shifting frame, the distraction wasn't entirely managed, but probably as best as it could be for now. Tarantulas was more than happy to keep his hands on Prowl's waist, at any rate.

"Ah yes, that's what I meant." Totally not specifically Prowl - because Tarantulas totally hadn't pieced together that Prowl had suffered mnemosurgical trauma and totally wasn't also hiding the fact that he knew. "But I did say part of phase one; it's not entirely ironclad. Put into action, it would prevent mnemosurgical alteration, but one would still be able to read another's mind, so to speak. So, yes - there's that to add, and then the actual virus module itself. Which..."

Tap-t-tap went his mandibles, rippling thoughtfully. "Disabling a surgeon's ability to operate requires two facets, in turn. Erasing current ability, and stymying future reacquisition. When I say I'm not clear on the method of disabling, it's - how do we attack the knowledge? Do I erase memories of having learnt mnemosurgery in the first place? That may help in the moment, but wouldn't one be able to discover what'd occurred, and maybe relearn such a thing? Reconnect with old contacts, actively seek to fill in holes of missing information? Or is there possibly a physical flaw in the process, some circuit to be permanently disrupted, as if chopping off whole servos to void their needles? Because if there is, I haven't found such a flaw, and it's so -"

Tarantulas would go on spilling the contents of his brain module as long as Prowl let him, words tripping over his mandibles in their haste to be said. Although, fidgeting and agitation would become a bit of a problem pretty soon.

Prowl

"Those are different functions? Alteration and reading? I suppose that's... not illogical." More than that, it sounded familiar. Like Prowl had been told so before; but attempting to recollect it was hard, the memory fuzzy and distant, and he couldn't quite grasp it. Had Chromedome tampered with that memory, too? Damaged Prowl's memory of how mnemosurgery worked during his invasion? Or did Prowl only suspect him because he happened to be thinking about the attack?

If what Prowl thought he knew about mnemosurgery had been tampered with, did that mean Chromedome might have inserted fake information? Prowl should look up mnemosurgery on his own, see whether the literature out there agreed with what he thought he knew...

Without noticing it, his grip tightened on Tarantulas's hands.

He listened to Tarantulas's questions and speculations until he was fairly certain that he'd gotten a sense for the problem he was grappling with, and decided he ought to cut in and attempt to help rather than wait for Tarantulas to run out of words.

"Maybe not a physical flaw in the circuitry, but—what about brain function? Their processors have to be doing something specific when they're doing mnemosurgery, I don't know what. Is there something in there that can be damaged, or made to malfunction, or just made incompatible with other brains, or...?"

Tarantulas

Tarantulas noticed Prowl’s tightened grip – had he done something wrong? Fidgeted too much? He’d quiet his hands as best he could for now, still letting his thumbs rub vertical lines on each side of Prowl’s waist.

“Yes, it’s akin to the difference between being able to reach through an open window, or only looking through a closed one, or simply looking at a wall. But -” Moving on. “The thing about mnemosurgery is that it’s really just another form of data-focused interface.” Like hardlining with needles - but Tarantulas figured that phrasing wouldn’t go over well. “As far as I can discern, there aren’t any specific brain patterns or centers that are unique to mnemosurgical activity, only ones that are key, by which I mean of course the robocampus. If I could simply delete the entirety of their robocampus, or - or maybe corrupt the needle compatibility software, I don't know – those would be effective, but I doubt they're viable options.”

Prowl

Prowl could feel his optics glazing over as Tarantulas started in on a metaphor— Oh, it was only a sentence long. That was fine.

"And... how bad would deleting their robocampus be? Pretty bad, right?" Prowl didn't entirely remember what the robocampus did, but he knew the word, so it had to be important. "I don't want to do permanently debilitating brain damage, here. Outside of the effect on their mnemosurgery abilities, I want to inconvenience them, not—not do damage that will leave them permanently hospitalized, or the like."

Corrupting software? Prowl frowned hard as he thought that over. "... Wouldn't they be able to just redownload the correct software?"

Tarantulas

“It depends on what you qualify as an inconvenience,” Tarantulas chuckled. “Inability to convert short-term memory into long-term? Impaired spatial perception and navigation skills? Among other things – I haven’t tried wiping a robocampus before, so I don’t know specifics.” He’d definitely wiped other module sectors though, with amusing results.

A defeated sigh. “Yes, that’s technically true... Unless somehow I were able to convince their system to permanently accept the corrupted software. That seems too… unreliable a solution. Someone’s bound to find a way around mere software glitches sooner or later – that is, if they don’t skip the whole debacle and install all-new hardware instead.”

Leaning down to bunt his helm against Prowl’s, Tarantulas grumbled something unintelligible. “I think - I think - the solution might be found in incompatibility. From what I’ve researched - what scraps I’ve gathered - it seems there’s something different about the file properties. It’s far-fetched, but it’s possible that mnemosurgery flirts with an entirely novel file system. I just don’t know if it does, or how.” Grumble grumble.

Prowl

"... I think the inability to store new memories is a bit farther than we want to go." This was, after all, not about revenge, but about preventing future incidents. Revenge was only an incidental second bonus and certainly not to be pursued to excess.

Prowl nodded; expert in viruses he was not, but it sounded unreliable to him, too. He bunted Tarantulas back, optics dimming as he listened. "What's different about the file properties? Which file properties?"

Tarantulas

“I thought as much, hyeh.” Revenge would certainly have been amenable to Tarantulas, given the situation that led to all this – but no.

He gave Prowl a strangely frustrated nuzzle. “I only know this information second-hand. I haven’t been able to get my claws on any primary reports or data or anything for me to actually dig into. There’s no chance you could be of any help? Even if it were just snagging a Primus-forsaken brain module for me, I’d be pleased.” A snort, then a thoughtful pause. “…I’d be thrilled, as a matter of fact. A mnemosurgeon’s robocampus alone would speak volumes more than any reports ever could.”

Prowl

That was the hard part, wasn't it? They were supposed to figure out how to make a virus that could take out a mnemosurgeon without the benefit of a mnemosurgeon to test it on. They could get so far simply by knowing the theory behind how they worked and general truths about how ALL brain modules worked, but to get something specific, something targeted... Well, up until now Tarantulas hadn't specifically asked for a mnemosurgeon's help, so Prowl had hoped they might not need it. They might be stuck now.

Except. Tarantulas hadn't asked for a mnemosurgeon. He'd asked for a mnemosurgeon's brain module.

Could Prowl supply that?

"... Does it need to be alive?"

Tarantulas

Tarantulas pulled back slightly, squinting into Prowl’s optics. Was this a trick question? “No, no of course not. I’ll be able to glean plenty from it so long as the robocampus is fairly intact. Did you think I would want a live sample? Goodness no, I’m much more comfortable with posthumous operation than having to deal with a living mech.” A noise of displeasure to go along with that half-truth. “But – you could acquire a brain module, truly?”

Prowl

(Tarantulas was pretty from this angle. Prowl could just lean in and...)

(Stay focused.)

"Data in brain modules decay and artifact quickly after death, I don't know if you needed a live sample to get whatever data you were looking for." Mnemosurgeons themselves preferred live subjects. Prowl didn't know how he knew that. Chromedome again, probably. The thought of it made him very faintly sick. "I'm not certain I can; but I know several places I could go looking."

Tarantulas

Tarantulas wouldn’t have minded if Prowl had kissed him - he never minded - but the moment passed. Instead, Tarantulas shrugged dismissively. “The decay is systematic and capable of being unraveled under the correct circumstances. I don’t require 100% recovery in any case.” If his vague hypotheses were correct, mere shreds of data could tell him everything he needed to know. “Curiosity compels me though – where would you even look? I’d adore anything and everything you can scrounge up.”

Prowl

"Classified. Of course." Sorry, Tarantulas. But he wasn't about to talk about the hidden stockpiles of resources left over from the New Institute—resources that, Prowl hoped, included the bodies of the Autobots who'd worked there. They'd kept stranger things. And the possibilities got more far-fetched and more secret from there. "Is there anything else you want me to try to scrounge up?"

Tarantulas

Would a little pathetic whine get Tarantulas any more information?

“Specifically, aside from the robocampus…?” A moment of thought. “I couldn’t care less about any actual experiments, but the background research and formative papers in the field – those, those I could use.”

Prowl

No, but it would get him a kiss. "I can certainly manage that."

Tarantulas

Yes, please. And it was only fair that Tarantulas returned the affection - once, then twice, three times. "But of course you can. There really isn't anything you can't do, after all. ...I ought to have just asked originally, if I'd had any sense, but..."

A leaned-forward nuzzle. "Is this the reason you came today, then? To tend to our poor, neglected project?"

Prowl

There really isn't anything you can't do. That was something Prowl ought to be saying to Tarantulas, not the other way around. Sure, Prowl could do anything—as long as he had an army of agents or a scientist ten times smarter than he'd ever be to do the hard work for him.

"It was an item on the to-do list," Prowl said. "But I would have come without it."

Tarantulas

Clearly each of them depended on the other to fully realize their potential, then, because Tarantulas certainly thought he was nothing without Prowl.

A pleased churr. "I'm flattered. Unless you mean to say there are more business items on the to-do list...?"

Prowl

"There are always more business items on the to-do list. Are you interested in doing any more right now, though?"

Tarantulas

Tarantulas hummed and pulled Prowl in even closer. "At the moment? Not exactly. I don't have anything planned, but I'd fancy a bit of quality time, if you don't mind?"

Prowl

He gladly let Tarantulas tug him in. "Ah, yes. That is, as it so happens, the last item on my to-do list." He offered Tarantulas a slight smirk. "Let's skip right to it, then."

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