#optimus is an oblivious idiot

[lets-try-some-writing]

Action! Chapter 2

Now settled into his role, Orion, or rather Optimus, is finally ready to get the ball rolling with his opening scene just around the corner.

Previous part here.

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The director must have really been aiming for realism with this production. Orion, no, Optimus Prime sat at his desk as he had for the past two deca-cycles. Not once had he been given the chance to break character comfortably. He couldn’t be sure his personal quarters weren’t being filmed since that was where his opening shot had taken place, so he opted to keep to his persona just in case. While he felt slightly more comfortable without the extras around him, it still wasn’t exactly a peaceful environment.

Despite that, Alpha Trion had obviously seen to every tiny detail with the set. Orion had done his fair share of snooping while doing his best to look deliberate. With so little information about current events, he wanted to get a little extra data. Thankfully, Optimus Prime’s, or perhaps Orion’s quarters, were filled with small indicators of personality. Letters from Optimus’s sons and absent Consort that had been received and read, but never answered. Small trinkets from when his character had not been a Prime. Photos hidden in the back of the closet behind a box that showed a time when his character had seemingly been a better mech. Optimus Prime in those photos looked younger, happier even. He bore a smile on his unmasked face as he held a newly forged Bumblebee in his arms, Smokescreen grinning gleefully as he looked down at his younger brother.

Those photos made Orion smile, especially the ones that showed Optimus’s sheer joy as he drank with Megatron and what looked to be his other close friends before his rise to his station. Optimus’s origins in the novel were not exactly explained, largely because the mech had done everything in his power to cut himself off from his past and cover his tracks. A smart political move to ensure his friends and family could not be used against him, but a poor way to connect to the people. But from what hints were dropped in the story and based upon the fact that there was a police issued pistol in a small box hidden underneath the berth, Orion had his theories. Optimus Prime had evidently once been involved with law enforcement, and it seemed that his sense of justice had likely been perverted, possibly through seeing all the corruption of the higher castes.

Everything he found gave Orion more ammunition to use to improve his performance. Knowing the Prime had once been part of the police force ensured that he could adequately use his knowledge of the novel’s laws in order to back up his claims if need be. Not to mention, he could also likely hint at a darker past, one where his character possibly saw indescribable horrors while on the job, a potential contributor to his eventual fall to darkness. Additionally, it seemed the Prime still carried a fondness for his former station and likely held a secret love for the mecha he had long pushed away, considering his keepsakes. 

A regretful and damaged villain. Being Optimus Prime was going to be a sheer delight.

Well, that is whenever he could begin truly playing his role. Thus far all he’d been able to do was work through the mountain of datapads that had built up, and then after completing those, he had spent a ridiculous amount of time reviewing already active programs and laws. Again he found himself praising the director’s optic for detail as he looked over fully fledged and well documented articles. But he couldn’t help but internally cringe at a great many of the active laws and regulations. They were largely and rather obviously meant to screw over the lower castes.

Since he was just trying to look like he was busy, Orion had quickly begun the long and arduous process of adjusting things. He was very thankful for his training prior to arriving at the set and what little he picked up while thinking about joining the Archives as he tore through countless protocols and restructured them to his liking. Being a Prime had its perks. Even if it was all for show, considering Alpha Trion’s dedication to making things realistic, Orion wouldn’t have put it past him to make things an absolute slag pit if his character were anyone else.

Despite the enjoyment he found in picking apart the hyper realistic documentation, at the end of the two deca-cycles, he was weary.

He always had a penchant for working himself half to death, and whatever mods he had been given were certainly not helping his poor habit. His newly adjusted frame just… didn’t get tired like his old one did. He hardly noticed the passage of time as he delved into paperwork, finding himself pondering a possible future where he had chosen to join the Archives. Considering his office, once overflowing with work, was now fully cleared and organized, he reckoned he would have been good at it. 

He hardly saw anyone as he worked. The servants refused to, or perhaps were too afraid, to talk to him. They played their parts perfectly, and Orion internally praised them even as he started to feel the effects of loneliness. He just had to be patient. His time to shine would come soon.

“My Lord, your Council is on their way. Would you like to await their arrival in the Throne room?” Orion, no, that wasn’t right. Optimus Prime sat up at his desk as a servant carefully entered. They had learned that so long as they remained quiet, Optimus would not snap at them. His character certainly could have, but Optimus felt it was unneeded, especially considering the character he was hoping to portray was both cunning and complex. Random bursts of anger at employees not doing anything didn’t give off that impression.

“That would be acceptable.” Optimus stood up slowly, allowing his battle mask to slide into place. His character was well known for only ever revealing his face when within his inner palace, never in the Throne room or in front of any cameras. It was likely a holdover from his time in law enforcement. 

“Your attendants are ready to assist you in your preparations, my Lord.”  The servant bowed, their expression carefully controlled. Optimus nodded subtly to them, hoping it conveyed his appreciation and awe for their acting. How Alpha Trion got so many talented extras was beyond him. It had taken a good chunk of a cycle for him to track down and memorize the names of his most relevant servants so that he could quietly prepare them gift baskets. He really hadn't expected Alpha Trion to give him proper funds, but he opted to not question the situation and used a small portion of his wealth to get them something nice. He hadn’t gotten any messages in return, but considering nothing had been sent back, he assumed his gifts had been taken with a degree of appreciation.

That had been a deca-cycle and a half ago. Since then, his servants had been surprisingly docile, or perhaps less skittish. He didn’t know how to coin their behavior.

“As is expected of them.” He quipped as he came around toward the door. The servant bowed and said nothing more as Optimus exited, only to then be met by six curious faces. The mecha before him were of the Primacy, their religious shrouds said as much. However, instead of shaking or doing something else of the sort, they instead looked at him oddly before gesturing for him to follow.

Strange, but then again, the priests in the novel were known to be rather odd. Very little was actually documented about them, and they only appeared to assist his character in dressing for activities of importance or to guide him through religious rites. Maybe this was part of their script.

“Prime, please stand here.” The priests directed him into a room covered in detailed murals, gesturing for him to stand on a raised round platform a foot or so off the ground in the center of the chamber. Optimus paused, taking in the sheer grandeur of the room before he obeyed. The walls were almost pure ivory in coloration, all covered in glyphs he could only read if he looked closely. Gold trim graced every detail of the space, and he was fairly certain there were portraits of prior Primes painted on the walls in some places.

He’d said it a million times, but by Primus, Alpha Trion was not playing games when it came to detail.

“Begin your work, priest.” Was all he ordered in response, his tone cold but slightly off kilter as he struggled to keep focus in light of the detail in the space. If he had the chance, he would love to spend a whole cycle, or perhaps several, simply viewing the walls of the chamber. There was so much history and so many hidden clues to be found in every piece. The set designers must have been absolute masters of their craft to pull all this off.

He couldn’t help himself as he hastily examined the chamber, looking for the telltale mark of Knockout’s work. The designer was known to leave a little sigil somewhere on all of the sets he was involved in. Optimus could only assume he had to have been involved in the production of his current set, considering the sheer amount of intricacy.

“By your will.” The priests chanted before more streamed into the room from small tunnels previously hidden along certain points in the walls. Light shone from a window directly above him, and by the Allspark, Optimus really felt like a Prime as the priests laid expensive organic cloth around his shoulders, turning it into an elegant cape covered in symbols that fell from his back. The overhead light must have been Breakdown’s work, it really sold the entire scene in Optimus’s opinion. The light shone on the cloth and caused the glyphs that were being painted onto him to glow slightly. He hadn’t noticed since he had practically lived in his office the whole time, but the gold accents he woke with had largely faded.

The priests restoring them made him a bit giddy if he was truthful. Now he truly looked the part of the mighty and tyrannical Prime. It was incredibly difficult to keep a straight face, despite it mostly being covered by his mask, as the nearest priest placed something rather heavy on his back. Optimus struggled to see it, but from what he gathered, it was some sort of… flair piece made of gold? It added an aura of religious fanaticism to his persona with its structure, and quite frankly, Optimus enjoyed it.

A dramatic villain was by far the most enjoyable to watch on screen.

“May Primus guide your steps.” The priests bowed respectfully, and Optimus took the opportunity to step off the dias and turn toward the exit. He memorized the maps of the palace his first cycle there. He would be foolish not to. 

“At ease.” He called back, pulling on his character’s supposed past in law enforcement to make a statement. He did his best to have his voice dip into something more tired, a weary mech, so very done with life. He wanted to giggle as he noticed the priests standing up, confusion etched onto their features as they watched him leave. 

He was absolutely owning his part so far.

If he weren’t on set he would absolutely be making an expression worthy of how he felt in his spark, but he took a deep vent, hoping it added to the drama as he opened the door and stepped into the hall. The weight of the cape was neither uncomfortable nor foreign, despite its origin. The weight on his back from the accenting piece was also rather nice as he strode down the halls, not waiting a moment but keeping his pace steady as he made his way toward where the map he memorized dictated the Throne room to be. 

Guardsmecha quickly joined him, abandoning whatever posts they held previously in order to escort him. They, too, gave him strange looks, ones he refused to acknowledge. Perhaps their scripts indicated that they were to act as though he were suspicious. It would make sense. According to the lore, he had been in stasis for a whole vorn, and now he had been working nonstop for a full two deca-cycles.

Thinking about it, that may have been a mistake. A mech fresh out of stasis should have still been in a medical wing somewhere, going through therapy and examinations. Optimus hopping right up without so much as a word to anyone but his servants and getting right to work was likely… concerning. The novel never went into much detail about his character’s work ethic, just that his laws were unjust and his actions cruel in the extreme. Optimus could probably play it off if he just didn’t acknowledge the situation. Maybe the director would cut anything that hinted at anything too incriminating. 

He still didn’t know how much filming his predecessor managed to be a part of before his accident. He would hate to screw something up due to ignorance. 

“You are dismissed.” He called out to his guards as he at last reached the doors to the Throne room. All the halls in the palace were largely the same, albeit with different murals and stained-glass windows depending on the wing of the building. It would be easy to mistake this room for another. Optimus really hoped he wasn’t about to walk into the energon purifying room or something.

“My Lord, it is our sworn duty to protect you.” One guardsmech put forward hesitantly. Optimus raised an optical ridge in response, quickly causing the mech to shift uncomfortably. He contemplated the right response before settling on portraying a Prime with enough ego to drown out the nearest star. It seemed on par for a mech such as Optimus.

“I am fully capable of defending myself, guardsmech. I require no guardians.” The mech shrank in on himself, likely expecting a hit. Optimus abstained from acting on the unspoken cue. He didn’t have a written script, but hurting a guard so early into his time on set seemed a bit much. His character was highly intelligent and cunning, and while not necessarily showcased in the novels, he wanted to spin it so that Optimus Prime was at least given a degree of respect for his efforts amongst the audience. 

A villain needed to know when outright violence was the answer and when cunning was key.

“If you are so concerned, give me your weapon, and I shall sully the blade with the energon of any who dare step too close.” He glared, his field flaring briefly to sell his point. Of course, his field would not be visible on camera, but the gentle urging he sent out would hopefully get his wishes across to the extra before him. Nonverbal communication was essential for any good actor. One couldn’t always rely on the script.

He held out a servo expectantly, his gaze frigid but his field as warm as he could manage without it affecting his body language. The guardsmech froze, as did the others. They shared a series of startled looks before the mech in question at last unstrapped his sword from where it hung at his hip and dropped to a knee, presenting it formally. 

“Be on your way, guardsmech, and know this.” Optimus accepted the blade, strapping it to his own hip with practiced ease, as if he were still back in Crystal City training with his teacher. He looked down at the fearful guardsmech before bending down to grip the mech’s face. The mech froze in horror, his frame going completely still and his venting slowing to the point of it being concerning as Optimus forced the mech to meet his gaze.

“Never again dare assume that I am so weak as to require your protection. I am your Prime, I am Primus’s chosen vessel. No mere mortal could ever dream of withstanding anything powerful enough to damage me.”  His words came out in a hiss that still managed to maintain a vague remnant of a sing songy undertone. He internally cheered at his performance as his words rang in his audials. Ad libbing was one of his specialties in school and by the Thirteen, his new voice mod really sold the bit.

The guardsmech looked a klik away from crying when Optimus let go and returned to his proper height. However, despite his words, his field still extended kindly to the extras around him. It was his version of telling them good job, since words were not exactly an option at the present moment. They seemed to take it well enough, at least he certainly hoped so, since their fields flared in brief bursts of mixed confusion and awe with a hint of fear.

The fear was weird, but then again, Ratchet had once said in an interview that field usage on set was considered rather rude. Maybe he had crossed a line.

“Of course, forgive me, my Lord.” The guardsmech bowed and shakily stepped away. Silently, Optimus sent a message through his HUD to give the guardsmecha some gift cards. He didn’t know their designations yet, so for the time being, they could use his little gift to maybe get a drink off set somewhere. Being up in someone’s face was a rather frightening thing for any extra after all. He certainly had a few instances where he nearly broke down while training at the academy. The mech looked rather young too…

He shook his helm, clearing his mind as he readied himself. He had no clue who would already be there and who wouldn’t. Without access to the special effects team, he would need to start setting up his own effects once this was over. But for now, entering normally would be fine. It wouldn’t do to overwhelm the audience.

“Announcing Optimus Prime, Primus’s Chosen.” The announcer listed his designation and title as he strode into the room, internally sighing in relief at having entered the correct area and not embarrassing himself by waltzing into some other space, Primus forbid a closet or something of the like. He had no clue how he would explain that in such a scenario.

“Hail.” The small collection of already present bots stood from their chairs, bowing slightly with a servo over where their spark chambers were hidden behind layers of protective armor as he entered. Striding toward the seat he assumed was for his character in light of the very obvious Matrix of Leadership engraving on it, Optimus observed those present. 

Once he was seated, those gathered did the same once more. The first mech he laid optics on very nearly had Optimus wheezing if not for his training prior to arriving on set. Ratchet was right there. Not just the character, the actual mech. He looked absolutely stunning playing the part of the Prime’s personal physician. He thought that his idol had long given up on acting, but it seemed Alpha Trion’s production was too good to turn away from. The elder actor was performing brilliantly, his disposition exactly like the character depicted in the novel. A scowl was settled on his face, accented by the gold flairs that had been painted onto him. He looked less than pleased with the situation as a whole, and he did not even bother to hide his disdain as Optimus met his gaze.

Pros really were made of sterner stuff. Not only was Ratchet’s acting top tier, but his field was also held so close to himself as to be akin to a second layer of armor. The work of a real master, refusing any and all contact with fellow actors in order to really fall into character. Optimus would be fragged if he didn’t get an autograph once they had a chance to speak somewhere without cameras. Maybe he could just invite him to speak over some tea while in character. It wasn’t part of the script, but then again, it seemed Alpha Trion’s optic for realism dictated that events would play out in proper order and over the course of time indicated in the novels. Surely it wouldn’t hurt to speak to his co-star. 

“Ratchet, I had not expected you to heed my summons.” Optimus commented frigidly. Ratchet, still maintaining his immaculate characterization, almost snarled in response. 

“I was half tempted to do just as you anticipated Prime. I have more important things to do than sit around and be a pretty doll.” The physician glowered with the rage of a thousand suns, and Optimus had to fight to keep still as he internally cheered. Ratchet was an absolute master of his craft, and it was evident in every small motion he made. 

“But considering I was forbidden to tend to your high and mighty majesty during your time in stasis, I elected to turn up and see if the rumors were true.” Ratchet reached out for a sizable pile of documents, shutting down any further conversation just as quickly as Optimus initiated it. 

Absolutely brilliant. Ratchet’s character had been largely forbidden to do anything of worth, and was kept around as a formality more often than not. In the novel, this drove the doctor half mad due to how many bots needed him down in the clinics. He despised doing nothing aside from appearing for the sake of formality. A large portion of his anger toward Optimus’s character stemmed from the simple fact that the Prime held all of Ratchet’s students and staff in the palm of his servo, their lives hanging by a thread. For Ratchet to manage to showcase all of his character’s anger in such a short scene was nothing short of phenomenal. 

“It is good to see you functional again, my Lord.” Ultra Magnus sat at the far end of the table, as far as physically possible from Optimus. He had reading glasses on and his tone was anything but welcoming, unsurprising considering his character was a former war hero forced into the role of glorified maid in order to keep him from speaking out. Being a secretary was by no means the worst job out there, but it was a far cry from his former position, and Magnus’s character could not risk the potential harm that would befall his soldiers should he fail to obey.

Optimus had to reset his optics a few times in order to confirm that the actor playing Magnus’s character was indeed the Ultra Magnus he knew. Why a director had chosen to act was beyond him, but he was doing a fantastic job, so who was Optimus to judge? He nodded to himself softly, hoping somehow that the other actor felt his approval. 

“Soundwave, you come on the behalf of the senate, I assume.” It wasn’t even a question. Optimus knew full and well that Soundwave, the mech sitting closest to him on his left, was an inside mech. He didn’t want to be there, and was forced to serve as the senate’s mouthpiece in order to ensure that Megatron didn’t find himself killed in some horrible and one hundred percent unfortunate accident. 

It was odd that the actor playing the character wasn’t in his usual monster role, but Optimus internally shrugged and moved on. Soundwave was always a quiet mech on camera, and it seemed this role suited him fine.

“Affirmative. The Senate wishes to confirm Optimus Prime still functions.” Soundwave remained still as a statue, an act of dedication to his role that had Optimus wishing he could give a thumbs up in awe. However, he fought with his spark until the urge died and looked to the only other mech in the room.

“Jazz. I imagine you are rather disappointed I didn’t offline while in stasis.” Optimus taunted with a hint of a dark laugh in his tone. Sweet as candied energon, his vocalizer produced what might as well have been a song as he leaned forward in his chair, his elbows on the table and his servos clasped together in a grim mimicry of a prayer. 

“Right on point, Prime. Would have been nice, but you’ve always been a real glitch about dying.” Jazz flipped a knife as he propped his pedes on the table. Unlike everyone else in the room, he had no decorative pieces on his frame. He looked like an average civilian. He was, to Optimus’s knowledge, the only mech his character had no real sway over. Jazz was there because he had to be for the safety of those who were against Optimus’s character. 

If he recalled correctly, it said somewhere in the novel that Jazz remained for so long on the faint hope that his old friend would return and cease his cruelty. A tragic story, really, but one Optimus could use to improve his performance. 

“Your commentary is irrelevant. Where are my heirs and my High Protector?” Those at the table remained silent as a servant hurried forward with a bow. Optimus raised an optical ridge and leaned back in his chair, giving off the aura of an unimpressed and agitable leader as the mech hurried to speak.

“The Primecended are going to be arriving late, my Lord. Primajor Smokescreen has been slowed by delays in transportation from Protihex. Priminor Bumblebee was…” The servant trailed off, shifting from pede to pede as they continued.

“You have never called for the Priminor before, so his position was not monitored… and it is possible he assumed you did not require his presence.” The room fell deathly silent as Optimus weighed his options. The way the film was running seemed to suggest that so long as all the main plot points were reached, the actors could act as naturally as they wished while remaining in character. Optimus had free reign to act as he saw fit.

In this case, he had just the right idea.

“That sparkling has been left to run wild for too long. Living a life of luxury due to my efforts. How very ungrateful of him.” Standing slowly, Optimus loomed over the servant and grasped their wrist, making sure to make it seem as though his grip was crushing while remaining soft so as to not damage them.

“He is my heir. He will learn to heed my summons. Bring him here in the next joor, or I will get him myself. I am sure we all don’t want that to happen, do we?” He increased his grip ever so slightly, cracking his knuckle on the servo not visible to the onlookers, in order to make it seem as though he’d damaged the servant. Then, to sell the scene further, he threw the mech to the ground as carefully as he could manage while still seeming harsh.

“Find him and tell him that I will tolerate no further acts of defiance.” The servant wiped away tears as they scrambled to their pedes and fled. Those gathered at the table stared at Optimus in hatred, as was to be expected. Optimus in turn nodded to himself before sitting back down. He didn’t want his co-stars thinking he’d actually hurt the extra playing the servant role, so he hastily began to crack his knuckles while extending his field comfortingly, hoping they connected the dots.

Their expressions grew more terrified than comforted, but he chalked that up to them remaining in character. 

“Once my Council has finished gathering, I wish to know all that has happened in my absence. I would not have my empire tainted by impurities-” Optimus began, fully intending to monologue in true evil villain fashion. However, before he could, the door to the throne room burst open with a deafening crash. Ratchet startled a degree, Jazz didn’t flinch, Magnus sighed, and Soundwave remained still as always.

Optimus sat up straighter, his finials perking up as he pulled back his field and stared at the mech trudging in. He was tall and probably once had a fantastic silver finish. Now he was covered in soot and ash, burn marks, cuts, scars, and every other conceivable form of damage marred his plating. Black smoke escaped his vents, an indicator of a desperate need for system repairs and cleaning as he strode forward, the canon on his arm humming to life from what had to be incredible amounts of stress or anger.

Incredible makeup and prop work. Optimus would need to thank the makeup department when this was all over. The blaster was amazingly realistic. The LEDs inside the prop casing must have been spectacular quality. 

“PRIME!” 

There it was. Music to his audials. Finally, Optimus’s time to shine. He knew this scene by spark. 

“Why Megatron, I would have expected more decorum from my High Protector. And yet here you are, dirtying my carpets with grime from the lower levels. How very distasteful.” Megatron seethed, his optics flicking between red and blue in a frenzy. Optimus smiled beneath his mask as he stood again, his optics purposefully locked onto the seething mech across from him.

This was his moment, the grand confrontation and the scene where Optimus Prime was introduced to the readers. Optimus would need to make this good. He hadn’t had decent prep time due to his failure to plan ahead, but he could still make a spectacular introduction. 

“Well then, come take a seat. Let us begin.” He smirked and gestured toward a chair. Megatron practically shook with rage. The actor was spectacular in his heroic role, just as he always was. 

Optimus would need his autograph as well.

[iwozlegit]

Incorrect Megop Quotes

(Following a tense battle in the Arena)

Megatronus: (flirting obscenely) So, how’s about you help me take a much-needed, thorough, shower…

Orion Pax: (the purest oblivious idiot bean that ever did exist) Why? Have you never taken a shower before?

[shadowfreak98]

It's been a LONG time coming, but I have finally drawn another JetOp after so many years.

For those of you who don't know, JetOp was one of my first oc x canon ships that I had ever made. It survived the great purge of my old artworks, it went through the cringe phase, the dark age, and redesign era... and now now I have once again revived my beloved bab Jeta.

[I believe in buff woman supremacy]

The basics of Jeta are a little long, so just a heads up.

General Info About Jeta

Soo, I do not have a lot of clear cut ideas for TF One Jeta as of this moment, BUT I have some general stuff.

Jeta is a cogless mining bot, as to be expected. She is built bulkier than most femme bots, so she tends to do the heavy lifting (pushing the energon payloads, carrying extra equipment, and even carrying injured squad mates).

Jeta prefers to stay on protocol, as she heavily fears reprimand and punishment for stepping out of line... Hooowever, this goes out the window whenever she gets mixed up with Orion Pax and D-16 (*cough* ORION MOSTLY *cough*). Jeta is far closer to Orion than D-16, but she still greatly respects him, as he is important to Orion, and they get along well enough.

For most of their days as miners, Orion and Jeta often are getting in and out of trouble together (Orion gets them in, while Jeta gets them out). This winds up bringing Jeta out of her shell a bit, and through Orion she begins to see their world in a new light. She would often brush off Orion's optimistic ideals as a pipe dream, and (like D) would try to bring him back to reality. They are miners. That's all.

Jeta and Orion's relationship is full of mutual, one-sided, oblivious pining. Neither is aware of the other's feelings and they go throughout the story wishing the other felt the same [I love me some idiots in love]. However, they are both content being friends...

SPOILERS? AHEAD

Come the events of the movie, Jeta regrets never admitting her feelings to Orion... after both the lie of him and D-16 dying from their race injuries, and watching Orion fall into the pit (and him subsequently coming back as a Prime), it basically acted as her wake up call...

After the events of the movie [which is left to Head Canon at this point in time] Jeta [now a Commander and Tactician to the Autobots] finally confesses to Optimus after getting a quiet moment with him... and they eventually become Conjunx Endura.

[yes-i-write-fanfiction]

Tfa sentinel prime developing a crush an a kind and oblivious bot who came to life by an allspark fragment who has the personality of fluttershy from my little pony and how would the other react to it

Let's call her Flutterbot for now.

The first thing that attracts him is how pretty she is. Flutterbot has a gentle kind of beauty, like the first rays of sunshine over Iacon's skyline, warm and inviting. It makes Sentinel feel confident when he first approaches her, feeling confident that he can easily charm this cute bot.

Her personality makes her feel even more confident. He thinks she's shy because she likes him. And when Flutterbot starts tripping over her words, starts mumbling and looking? It makes him feel like the smoothest bot in the galaxy because clearly she's overwhelmed by his attention.

While he doesn't particularly understand her attachment to, ugh, these organic critters, Sentinel can't help but find it cute how caring she is. Will however tell Flutterbot that organics are disgusting and that she shouldn't waste her time on them.

-Optimus, while initially reluctant to meddle with Sentinel's romantic life, eventually decides that he's got to do something because this is painful to watch. Either Sentinel develops a brain and realizes he's just stressing Flutterbot out (maybe he could even get a better personality) or he backs off. Optimus doesn't want to see Flutterbot get hurt by Sentinel's inability to read the room.

-Yeah, no, Ratchet is stepping between them whenever Sentinel decides to 'flirt'. Flutterbot is obviously too nice to say it herself but Ratchet isn't so listen closely Sentinel; SHE'S NOT INTERESTED SO GET LOST ALREADY. There, he said it. Now he's going to teach the poor bot to speak up for herself because Flutterbot really needs to grow a backbone.

-At first Bumblebee thinks it's kinda funny to watch this whole train wreck go down. Sentinel, self obsessed idiot nr 1, flirting with Flutterbot and failing to realize that her shyness is simply due to her social anxiety. But it gets progressively less funny as Bee takes notice of how increasingly stressed Flutterbot becomes and now it's just annoying. Hey, Sentinel! Back off! Can't you see that she doesn't like you? Learn to read the room!

-Bulkhead clearly sees how nervous Flutterbot is so he hides her whenever Sentinel comes around. She's too nice to say what she's really feeling and Bulkhead doesn't think it's his right to state her feelings out loud so until she gathers the courage he will just stop the interactions from happening. If she gets anxious she can come and paint with Bulkhead, it always helps him calm down.

-Prowl really likes Flutterbot since they have a lot in common. They both enjoy nature and likes animals, are pretty calm and enjoys passing time in comfortable silence. So similar to Bulkhead, he'll hide her away whenever Sentinel comes around. Tries to teach her meditation techniques to get her anxiety under control so that she can one day stand up for herself.

[theoceanoasis]

The Catformers AU is so cute!! Can I ask for Hot Rod and Soundwave's first meeting? I wonder how Hot Rod charmed Soundwave so much.

"Are you sure about this?"

Optimus gave Megatron a worried look as he held Hot Rod in his arms, who was wiggling around trying to escape.

"Of course I'm sure it will be fine."

Megatron dismissed. Wanting to know his hot neighbor more and not worrying about his cat. Optimus carefully set Hot Rod down who ran around exploring.

Soundwave who'd been laying on a shelf looked down. Eyes narrowed when he saw an unfamiliar cat. Immediately he was mad and glared at Megatron for betraying him.

Hot Rod also noticing him gave him an excited look and began climbing the shelves to meet him.

He glared down at him and as soon as Hot Rod got close it was like a scene out of the lion king.

He scratched at him causing Hot Rod to loose his grip. As he begged him for help. He stared down at him and tried to push the cat off. When he was suddenly saved by Optimus who he realized was the cats owner. In that moment he swore vengeance upon the human for bringing his ugly cat into his home. He'd never like the stupid human and wanted him away from his own human who was making a mistake.

He was hoping after attacking Hot Rod the first time,.he'd learn his lesson and leave him alone. However only a few days later and he was back in his apartment.

He hissed and swiped at him. Wanting to attack him. The cat ran away and hid by the humans like a coward. He glared before going back to his favorite spot. Waiting for Hot Rod to come closer so he could finally end him.

The next time he saw the stupid cat it was because his owner was kidnapping him against his will and forcing him into the other humans apartment.

Now in another cats territory he needed to show dominance and make sure that cat knows his place. Of course he seemed oblivious to his attempts. Which wasn't surprising because he was dumb.

The cat tried offering him gifts which he either ignored, ate or tore up depending on his mood. He loved watching how the other cat would get sad. Which served him right for being in his presence.

He also wanted to punish the stupid human and pooped in his bed. He scratched his couch up and knocked things over trashing his apartment. Hot Rod tried to stop him and he used that opportunity to blame him.

The cat gave him a hurt look which he ignored. His tail flicking with amusement as he was punished.

He thought that was the end of it and that Megatron would have realized he was making a mistake, after coming to his dumpy apartment. Of course it seemed his human was also being an idiot and decided to come back. Forcing him to interact with Hot Rod who'd finally seemed to get the message that he hated him and wanted nothing to do with him.

He'd been laying in a sun spot minding his business when something horrible happened. All of a sudden a beast was awoken. He jumped looking around confused when he heard it roar.

Then it was suddenly coming towards him being controlled by that stupid human. He prepared to defend himself. But before it could attack much to his shock. Hot Rod jumped in front and began attacking the beast.

He joined him not wanting to be seen as weak and the two fought off the evil machine known as a vacuum.

When the beast had been defeated Hot Rod turned to him in excitement. He'd ignored him going back to his sun spot although he started watching him when he wasn't looking.

The two of them were around each other more often and even though he didn't interact with the other cat,.he was no longer hostile. Instead he was curious about the other cat. Maybe he'd misjudged him.

His human for some reason thought he should socialize with other cats which was horrible and he didn't want to do it. Despite his many complaints his human trapped him in a cage and took him somewhere unfamiliar.

He viciously attacked the cage. Shouting and trying to free himself. When he was finally released. He stepped out looking around at all the other cats running around. He immediately hated it and wanted to go home.

If anyone came near him he'd hiss, bite and, scratch them. Showing off his displeasure and hatred towards them all.

Looking around he noticed a familiar firey kitty who was socializing with some other cats. He huffed turning away because he didn't care. Hot Rod could do what he wanted.

Even though he said that he still found himself watching him. He tried to tell himself it was because he was curious and wanted to know more about the other cat.

He tensed when he noticed another cat flirting with him. Trying to get Hot Rod to mate with him even though he wasn't interested.

He found himself getting angry because Hot Rod was his. He jumped down from his perch and marched over. Getting into a fight with the other cat he easily won because he was superior. Hot Rod seemed shocked as he turned towards him looking smug.

"Thank you."

"Shut up."

He began grooming him. Wanting the other cats scent off of him and wanting everyone to know Hot Rod was his.

[deadlifeseries]

So unlike you

Oh boy oh boy angst time. This was requested by my mutual @callisto-moon-bot150 she asked for angst with a happy ending, involving Prowl and Bulkhead arguing.

Honestly it was hard to think of something they'd argue about but i figured it out, this ficlet takes place during\after that one episode where Prowl teams up with Lockdown and has a sort of craze for mods.

"Prowl?.... PROWL! What do you think you're doing?! You can't go after Starscream alone!" Bulkhead looked towards the sky at the small ship that Prowl took to go after the allspark signal on the moon.

"Don't worry, Bulkhead. I know what I'm doing, I have the emp and stasis cuffs there's nothing to worry about". Prowl's tone was as calm as ever, but something about the confidence in his voice felt different. Prowl wasn't one to doubt his abilities, but he was never cocky. Now his words were laced with the kind of overconfidence that Bulkhead wold moreso expect from Bumblebee.

Soon thereafter Prowl went into complete radio silence. Of course this worried everyone, especially Bulkhead. But they could still pick up his energy signature and no distress calls so they all hoped for the best.

But nobody could have guessed what would happen next.

To see Lockdown again was bad on it's own, to see Lockdown with Prowl was worse. But to see Prowl and Lockdown working together? It made the fact there now somehow was two of Sarscream into nothing more than an afterthough.

"Prowl... what are you doing?! Why are you working with Lockdown?!" Optimus stared in disbelief at Prowl. Ratchet looked a lot more angry "and why do you have all of those..." he vaguely geastured towards Prowl "...things?"

Prowl deflected all of his teammates' comments, and they didn't have any time to argue with multiple Starscreams to deal with. During the whole ordeal Prowl acted so unlike himself that it felt like he was someone else.

In the end he snapped out of it and threw aside all the mods that he borrowed from Lockdown. But it wasn't that easy for everyone else to forget it...

Prowl was firstly scolded and grilled with questions. And he understood that, he really did and he didn't argue about it. But even after that he could still feel the distrust coming from his teammates. As much as they tried to hide it it was obvious that everyone was still worried about if this was a sign of worse things to come. Prowl understood that too, he wasn't oblivious to how the others could see this as some sort of implication.

But what really hurt was the distrust from Bulkhead. It was like he was avoiding Prowl, and as much as it hurt Prowl really didn't have a hard time rationalizing it. Bulkhead was the one who told him not to go alone, and Prowl remembered acutely the look of betrayal he got from Bulkhead when they saw each other after Prowl returned.

It was the worst punishment of all. To have the person who's supposed to love the most you avoid you completely. Prowl tried to talk thing out, he wanted so badly to apologise, to beg for forgiveness. But every time Bulkhead would just talk for as short as possible, or avoided talking all together.

This lasted for days, and it was absolutely unbearable. Everyone else was slowly moving on from it, except for Bulkhead and it was driving Prowl insane. It made the worst case scenarios play through his head on repeat. Did this mean the end? Did this mean that Bulkhead didn't want to be together anymore? The thought made Prowl's spark clench, how could he have ever even though of somthing so idiotic? He should've listened, he should've stayed and not gone out on his own.

Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. One evening Prowl went to Bulkhead's room, he took a deep breath an knocked on the door. He entered slowly, looking at Bulkhead with both anxiety and hope. Seeing the way that Bulkhead looked at him cut deeper than any blade.

"Bulkhead.... I... came to apologise" Prowl was hoping so dearly that Bulkhead would listen. "You were right, I shouldn't have gone out on my own, I should've never even considered working with Lockdown. Please, how can I make it up to you? Please, talk to me", his voice was pleading as he hoped so deeply to get any sort of response.

When he didn't get any response he sighed and hanged his head in defeat, "I... understand, if this means.. the end, then I'll accept it", Prowl turned around and was about to leave the room when Bulkhead spoke up.

"I was so worried about you", he spoke quietly, but with a slur of emotions in his voice. He turned to look at Prowl "I thought that the worst had happened when you would't respond. And when you did come back you acted so... unlike yourself... I thought I'd lose you in a different way".

Prowl looked positively baffled, he took a step closer to Bulkhead "you... though that i would..." he searched for the right way to say it "... go with Lockdown? Become like him? Bulkhead, I... I could never. Yes, I admit I acted like an absolute fool but I could never do something like that".

Bulkhead still looked apprehensive but didn't look away from Prowl, didn't object to Prowl approaching him. Prowl took it as a good sign, and continued "I'm so sorry, you were right! I should have listened to you! I acted like an idiot... please forgive me, I'll do anything" he was almost on his knees. If begging is what it took then by god he'd beg.

Bulkhead stood up, and walked up to Prow, "Anything?".

"Yes! Anything! Anything it takes!" Bulkhead's willingnees to talk made Prowl hopeful, when he said he'd do anything he meant it.

Bulkhead took another step forwards and grabbed Prowl, holding him close to his chest. "Never scare me like that again. I know I can't force you do listen to me but just... promise me that".

Prowl immediatly wrapped his arms around Bulkhead's neck, even if it had only been a few days since they last heald each other it was still far too long. "I promise, I promise I'll listen more, and i won't pull any stunts like that ever again", he said this wholehearthedly. This was a lesson that he wouldn't forget.

"Thanks. And uhm, sorry for the silent treatment... I just didn't know how to react" Bulkhead looked a lot more at ease and he leaned in to kiss Prowl.

Prowl accepted the affection like it was what kept him alive, "I understand, though I must admit these past few days must have been the worst ones of my life". He couldn't resist, he kept kissing Bulkhead like there was no tomorrow. It was almost hard to believe that he's normally so distant with everyone.

And it seemed like Bulkhead also didn't like the consequenses of his silent treatment, because he seemes equally as needy for attention. "Yeah, mine too. Now come here, I'm not letting you go until we've both had our fill", he smiles and picks Prowl up, holding him close.

With that it was like whatever invisible wall that stood between them fell. They held onto each other as if letting go would kill them, they exchanged kisses and words of adoration like they needed it more than anything else.

"I'm never giving you the silent treatment again", Bulkhead chuckled a little to himself "honestly, I wanted to stop after a day and a half. You're real irresistible you know that?".

Prowl was already flustered but hearing that only made it worse. He laughed and smiled warmly, it was rare sight but he couldn't help it when Bulkhead was so damn charming. "Likewise, I know I act very distant a lot of the time but now I simply can't imagine a life without you", he leaned in and kissed Bulkhead, this time more passionatley, "but enough talking, I have a few days worth of attentoin to catch up on".

[fangirlingpuggle]

Yet another very dumb half asleep TFA AU idea.

So AU where a Decepticon will scar a bot in certain way (one that can’t be fully repaired) it signals for other Decepticons to not kill the bot for 2 reasons 1) I am the one who is going to kill this Autobot or 2) I’m courting this one DIBS.

The scars are similar and only very high up Autobots know the difference (All Decepticons do though)

So when Megatron scars Optimus team prime just think Megatron’s stated he’s going to be the one who kills Optimus...well at least Lugnut’s not trying to kill him now….in fact he’s making suree no -one else even gets close to kill him…Decepticons are weird.

When the elite guard show up and see the scar, they all know the difference

Sentinel:...uh who gave you that?

Optimus: Megatron of course, I kind of killed him before so I guess him wanting to kill me makes sense...what wrong with you?

Sentinel *panicking and realising that oh fuck he does still care about his friend and he’s being courted by the lord of the Decepticons and he has no idea how to deal with this and the idiot doesn’t even realise what’s happening how the fuck did Optimus even seduce Megatron? what the hell is he mean to do here???* NOTHING YOU STUPID DROPOUT.

Sentinel is freaking out, then when Blackarachnia shows up and realises what’s happening she also has the ‘oh fuck I still care about him NO NOOOO FUCK!’ moment.

The two of them are both panicking and trying to figure out a) How to tell Optimus what’s going on or if they should and b)...can I use this to my advantage?

Optimus is totally oblivious.

Megatron also doesn’t know that the other doesn’t realise so he’s very happy the courting going well.

Also he’s not the only one

Optimus:...Bee...who gave you that scar.

BB: Blitzbrain I don’t even know what I did to piss him off so much? Why does he even want to murder me that much?

Prowl:You are annoying

BB:Yeah...but not THAT annoying

Wasp’s attempted attacks are interrupted by a very pissed off triple changer.

Magnus has no idea what to do with team prime at this point...he’s also sure anything they do that might move the team is going to lead to very pissed off Decepticons...more pissed off than normal...

He’s also still trying to figure out how agent Blurr who has not run into any Decepticons that he knows off somehow has A SCAR ALSO? He is so done right now…but if he retires…they’ll put Sentinel in charge…and that can’t end well

Everyone in high command is freaking out...except Longarm prime who looks weirdly smug.

[rose-34]

More rescued au please 🥺

After a while of being on the Victory, certain cons start taking interest in Optimus.

No one who is close to Optimus likes it. Hook doesn't like having to fix the idiots who can't get the message.

When somebot starts flirting with Optimus, Optimus is either oblivious to the flirting or uncomfortable that he goes to hide behind someone.

This is usually when the other interfere.

Bumblebee enjoys pulling pranks that freak them out and make the message clear: to stay away from Optimus. The pranks became even more unnerving when Blitzwing teamed up with Bumblebee.

Tarn and Strika rely on threats and intimidation while Ratchet prefers a more hands-on method a.k.a. throwing a wrench while threatening to end their life.

And if someone is brave enough (or really stupid) to continue, they will have to face a very scary and protective techno-organic.

One bot was bold enough to ask Optimus by offering him a crystal rose.

He got the worst rejection. Not Optimus saying no, but taking the rose, eating it and thanking the bot for the snack. Ratchet, Strika, Nickel and Hook died of laughter.

Later, Optimus started receiving anonymous gifts (crystals, historical data pads, wax....) from a secret admirer.

Strika, Blackarachnia, the DJD and team Prime are not happy about it but do not have the spark to take it from him since it really makes him happy.

Bumblebee notices that for some reason Megatron always looks quite pleased when Optimus starts talking about his gifts. And he always invites Optimus for a game of war sim when he has free time. And why is there poetry directed to Optimus on his private data pads? Oh no, slag no!!!!

[transfemstarscream]

AGH YEAH, I cannot stand the whole "optimus cannot exist witrhout megatron" at all, I made a post talking about how TFA Optimus wouldn't be this dumb brainwashed idiot and would know that his society sucks (you know, having lived in it) and someone used it as an excuse to promo a M//OP fic. I tagged it as "don't tag as megop" too.

i find it hilarious how much scrubbing of optimus' character they both consciously and unconsciously do just so they can enforce and substitute a dynamic onto him that is... literally what he represents in canon but now m*gatron is apart of it.

"m*gatron helps him see the light and what's wrong in cybertronian society" optimus already sees the light and what's wrong in their society? he was a dock worker in the original g1 continuity? he's an expelled space bridge repair worker in animated? he literally doesn't need a guy who couldn't bother to remember his name to educate him? like you're not "fixing" canon's issues, you're literally just erasing a vital part of it to rewrite it with a ship-focused perspective.

and like i'm not saying this doesn't happen in non-m*gop stories— it's a common oblivious misunderstanding of a lot of official transformer stories, where it's the author making it very obvious they never actually saw the show/comic they're complaining about— but it's the root of a lot of m*gop stories. it literally doesn't help when people take canonical dynamics optimus has with other characters (elita-1, ironhide, especially jazz, etc.) and either replace them with m*gatron, or use it to contribute solely to m*gatron's character and/or his own dynamic with optimus. like animated isn't hypocritical, you guys are just upset it's not like the fanfiction you read.

[the-entertaining-spacemans-club]

Insulting Romance

A/N: Let’s kick this blog revival off with a holiday appropriate shitfic eh? It’s an old one from the depths of my google doc hell, and it’s involving a mixed up ship mess from a very old dead multi-fandom roleplay forum.  Characters involved: Dean (SPN Canon), Sam (SPN Canon), Maebh (SPN OC), Deadpool (Marvel Canon), Fives (Star Wars Canon), SD-630 (Star Wars OC). Warnings: none, there’s mild threats of bodily harm and sexual jokes but nothing actually happens.

“Hey, you ready to go yet? Sam is freaking out being alone with Maebh.” His voice echoed up the stairs with mild annoyance etching his words.

“I don't get it, isn't this weird earth holiday all about couples? Shouldn't he not want you there? Why am I being dragged along?” Her questions barely preceded her down the stairs as she asked them in rapid succession.

“It is, it’s a dumb ‘earth holiday’ but Sam likes her and I'm just in it for the free lunch and to keep him from being… Well, Sammy.” Shrugging he leaned against the lobby wall and occupied himself with his obsolete car keys oblivious to being watched from the stairwell.

“Doesn't explain why I'm going… I don't want to be stuck in some pink plastered café surrounded by grotesque displays of adoration and happy couples.” She made a fake puking sound as she came into view to emphasize her point.

“You jealous? That's cute coming from little miss ‘let me introduce your face to my fist’. C’mon, we’ll cash in on a free lunch, make fun of all the happy couples, and then go drown our loneliness at the bar. It’ll be fun.” Alerted by the proximity of her voice he looked up in time to provide a lop sided convincing grin before ducking to avoid the boot thrown at his face.

“I'm not jealous!” Closing the distance between them she grabbed her boot and stepped back to sit on the steps to put it back on. “I just like to keep my food in my stomach where it belongs. Republic Clones and Jedi are bad enough on their own, Republic Clones and Jedi in love, out in public, on a romantic holiday? Throw me to a sarlacc please.” She couldn’t have rolled her eyes any harder as she let her thoughts stray to the blonde Jedi that had stepped in and shoved her out of the picture with a certain clone captain that she had since been avoiding.

“Uh huh… Either way, let’s go, I'm starving.” With that he opened the door and stepped out of the apartment complex into the sunny streets of the island's main town.

“Still never answered me. Don't you have any other friends you could drag along to this torture?” Catching up to him she nudged him playfully.

“None that are single, and I'm sure Jett would just love if I invited Teal along.” Rolling his eyes and dragging out Jett’s name unfavorably he continued, “Which leaves Maebh, who’s already there, and, oh look, you. So can you lighten up just a little and have fun for a change? Or are you programmed to not have fun?” 

“I'm a stormtrooper not a droid, I am perfectly capable of having fun.” With an almost growl like reply she nearly shoved him into a wall as they walked.

“Right, prove it then short stack.” Stopping at a door covered in hearts he grinned and opened it to a cacophony of slow soulful music, giggling chatter, and a familiar red masked mercenary singing along to Frank Sinatra’s The Way You Look Tonight. 

“Damn, Wade outdid himself this time…” Ignoring the jab at her height, or lack there of standing next to the 6’ giant beside her, she scanned the crowded diner until she spotted the date they were crashing. “Look, there’s Sam and Maebh, so glad they took the corner booth, no one has to see me here with you on this puke worthy holiday.” 

“See you with me? I’m the embarrassing one? Didn’t you wreck your chances with a certain clone by being the embarrassing one?” Swaggering along beside her he nodded and grinned at each person that looked up at the pair of them with expressions of confusion or shock. 

“I did not! He was a pushover and that saber wielding witch used her damn dirty jedi mind tricks on him I know it.” She hissed as she slid into the booth seat opposite Sam and Maebh before narrowing her eyes at him for additional confirmation that he was being an idiot in her opinion. “You really know how to treat a lady don’t you?”

“A lady? Where?” He slid into the booth seat and immediately doubled over to rub his shin under the table. “Dude, ow.” His previous grin was replaced by a look of shocked indignation as he glared at his brother sitting across from, ignoring the muffled chuckling coming from both women at the table.

“That's not a very clever pick up line, no wonder you're single.” The blonde managed between her stifled laughs.

“I'm single. You're single. Coincidence? I think not.” he leaned over closer to her smiling broadly with a wink.

“Ok, if you are going to start that right now, you two are going to have to find your own table.” Sam coughed drawing their attention back to the collective group.

“Hey, you asked me to be here, I wasn't going to suffer alone. Besides, I figured maybe you could tell me, you ever danced with her?” His usual cocky grin secured in place as he asked.

“No… Why?” Sam, as well as Maebh and SD, stared at him with mixed looks of confusion and worry.

“I just figured someone that’s hot as hell, had to have danced with the devil a time or two.” The trio of groans were accompanied by howling laughter from the next table over, garnering their attention to see who was listening in on their conversation.

“Oi, Fives, unless you want to eat blaster bolts and leave your date with the check, act like this entire table doesn’t exist. Got it?” SD glared between Sam and Maebh at the clone trooper sitting behind them.

“Don't be like that SD, I'm sure your date wouldn't enjoy you taking time away from him to kick my ass today. I think it’s kinda sweet you found someone to share this earth holiday with.” Fives smiled while draping his arm over his own dates shoulder smirking back at her.

“My date?!” the rest of his words fell on deaf ears as her eye twitched in aggravation. “Move your ass Dean, I'm going to make him eat those words.” 

“Ouch, shot down by the droid captain herself. Knew you didn't have a heart SD.” With a wink he turned back to his table and continued to focus on his date.

“I really hope you got health insurance Fives, cause you're going to need an entire hospital to help you when I'm done with you!” Trying to physically push Dean out of the way she was determined to at the very least punch the clone in the face a few times if not outright stab him.

“Hey, if you were a droid, at least you'd be a HOT-obot. Can I just call you Optimus Fine?” Wiggling his eyebrows in a jesting manner he tried to defuse the situation before SD really did get up to start a fight with Fives.

“Wow Dean, and I thought we would be the ‘gross cute couple’ present. That was just, wow man.” Sam shook his head as Deadpool sauntered over with a tray of drinks in hand to take their order.

“So what can I get the barbershop quartet of murder and mayhem today?” Setting down the tray, he handed a beer to Dean, a glass of water to Sam, and a soda to either SD and Maebh. Tucking the now empty tray under his arm he smoothed out his apron. It was a baby pink thing with red hearts printed across that worked better than Dean's latest pick up line as both women at the table started laughing, even Sam and Dean couldn't help but chuckle.

“We all know you don't do menus, so what's the special today?” Maebh asked after composing herself.

“I'm glad you asked! Today we've got every assortment of pasta you could imagine, I highly recommend the spaghetti to share,” even with his hood on, his eyebrows raising suggestively did not go unnoticed, “as well as all the usual dishes. I focused more on the desserts than the entrees. Sundaes, giant brownies, cheesecakes, basically anything you can imagine is being whipped up!” 

“I don't know what ‘the usual dishes’ are… I'm assuming Earth food?” SD asked with one brow quirked displaying her obvious confusion at everything being said.

“Do you have Alfredo in that ‘every assortment’ of pastas? Been awhile since I had a good Alfredo. You'd probably like it SD, it’s just noodles and sauce.” Maebh gave her order and offered her suggestion to SD.

“Actually that sounds pretty good, make that two please.” Sam chimed in before Deadpool had a chance to answer. Without bothering to verbally confirm their order, he pulled a notepad from his apron pocket and jotted down before looking at Dean and SD.

“I don't even know what pasta is in the first place…”

“You wouldn't like Alfredo, it’s basically vegetarian. You’ll want something with red sauce, more meat.” Dean interjected knowing that someone with a love for carnage like the captain sitting beside him would not be a fan of anything even remotely vegetarian. 

“So the spaghetti to share for the killer couple, got it!” Deadpool didn't give them time to reject his choice for them before he skirted away from their table shouting towards the kitchen “I NEED TWO GREENS PEACE PLATES AND ONE LADY AND THE TRAMP!” 

“Oh hell, he better bring that out on separate plates I swear.” Dean sighed as he took a drink of his beer, grateful the mercenary always magically knew what everyone wanted to drink at least.

“Don't count on it.” Sam chuckled from his side of the table.

“While we're waiting, I got another question for you.” The second the words were out of Dean's mouth Maebh hung her head knowing no good was going to come from his statement.

“Uh, what?” Already not looking forward to whatever stupid thing he was about to say.

“Is that a mirror in your pocket?” With one brow raised and his shit eating grin back in place he waited for her answer.

“No?” Looking down at her pants oblivious to the punch line she wondered why he would have asked that.

“Because I can practically see myself in them.” His other brow raised as he mimicked Deadpool earlier suggestive eyebrow wiggle.

“You'd have better luck seducing her blaster man!” Fives chimed in between laughs.

“Both of you can shut your mouths right now!” She hissed as it dawned on her what he said. “I only came along because you sounded so pathetic and desperate when you asked. This isn't a date, we are not involved romantically or casually, cut it out Dean.” 

“Oh come on, lighten up!” Playfully nudging her shoulder trying to get her out of the sour mood she was in he added, “I just like to stay on top of things. Want to be one of them?” 

“You're going to get stabbed-” Sam started up before Maebh interjected.

“Or shot.”

“Yes, or shot, and ruin the day for everyone here. I'm sorry he's like this SD. He's never had a woman actually say yes to spending Valentine's Day with him and it's clearly gotten to his head.” Sam explained trying to justify his brother's behavior and lower the tension. 

“How sad, makes sense though.” She didn't elaborate and even looked out the window when she caught the confused look on Dean's face.

“How the hell?” He asked looking from SD to Sam and Maebh completely bewildered.

“Because on a scale from one to ten, you're a one, and I'm the nine you need.” A slight smirk crept across her face as she refrained from looking back at him in a poor attempt to keep from laughing. Maebh cracked up though at her retaliation and in turn she couldn't help but start laughing as well.

“Oh! The stormtrooper thinks she's got jokes! That's pretty cute coming from someone who must've sat in a pile of sugar.” He almost started laughing when she scooted over in the seat to see if he was being serious or not. “Because you've got a pretty sweet ass.” 

“Tell me something I didn't know Darth Obvious.” With an amused snort she picked up her soda before noticing Deadpool coming back towards them with a tray of food. “Oh good, at least if your mouth is full you can't make anymore dumb jokes.”

“I got something that could fill your mouth.” He muttered quietly as he watched her start choking on her drink. 

“What the kark!” Having nearly snorted out her drink through her nose she had to take a moment to get her breath back as Deadpool set out their plates.

“Alfredo for you, Alfredo for you, and please wait until you're back at your own place before you start choking on things that are hard to swallow SD, my other patrons don't need to see that.” Setting down their large shared plate of spaghetti he made a quick exit away from their table to go check on other lunch dates before SD could retaliate amidst the rest of their table laughing heartily. 

Still coughing on her drink she could only glare at him as he walked off before she could reply or at least throw a knife at him. She knew it wouldn't have done any real damage to him, but it would have made her feel better that even he had gotten a jab in at her expense. 

“Hey, calm down, you'll want to save your energy for tonight after all.” Dean grinned as Sam and Maebh groaned. 

“Can you at least keep it clean so I can keep my food down?” Sam pleaded as he took a bite of his food and mumbled about how good it was, to which Maebh mumbled back around a bite herself. 

“I make no promises, it's hard to keep it clean when you've got a health hazard sitting next to you.” 

“Hey Dean?” The almost innocent nature of her question was concerning all on its own.

“Yeah?” Watching her nervously he had a nagging thought in the back of his mind to get out of the way but he stayed sitting anyways.

“You dropped something.” Looking past him at the floor beside their booth she kept up the casual tone and calm façade.

“What?” Following her gaze he didn't see anything and became confused. “No I didn't?”

“Yeah, you did…” taking advantage of him leaning towards the floor, she shoved him out of the seat before adding “your standards.” While he flailed futility to try and keep himself from falling, she took a bite of the weird mess of food sitting before her and grinned. “At least your taste in food isn't terrible.”

“You just called yourself low standard, you know that right?” He asked as he got back into his seat.

“I never said mine were great either.” She muttered as they continued to eat their meals with minimal conversation. 

When their plates were mostly empty, and after a short battle for the last meatball, Deadpool came back around with drink refills. “And what can I get you all to satisfy your sweet tooth? Brownies? Ice cream? Both? Cake? Pie? -”

Almost simultaneously SD and Dean's faces lit up at the mention of pie as they perked up and asked “Pie?” Gaining them a chuckle from Sam and Maebh who both knew Dean loved pie more than any other food except maybe burgers. Looking from Deadpool to one another skeptically they spoke up at the same time again.

“You actually know what pie is?!”

“Pie is an Earth food?!”

“If I hadn't already met God, I'd think he was real now. A woman after my own heart.” He wiped away a fake tear as Deadpool took the moment to throw a handful of candy hearts in the air above them bringing both out of their shock to glare up at him in annoyance as the hard candies pelted them mercilessly. 

“What the kark Deadpool! What are these things?” SD hissed as she picked one up and saw that it had words on it. “Cutie Pie? Is this some kind of joke?” 

“The only joke here is that you might have actually found someone SD.” Fives piped up after being silent for too long. “Ouch! Those things hurt!” He ducked down before she could throw another one at the back of his head.

“So I think it's obvious they want pie, but can we get a Sunday please?” Maebh interjected before SD and Fives started up again.

“Of course! All the toppings?” He asked, looking at Sam and Maebh ignoring SD and Dean shaking candy hearts out of their shirts.

“Yeah? Sam?” She asked not sure if he had any allergies she should be considerate of.

“Anything you want, I'm not a big dessert person anyways.” Seeing the slightly dejected look at his words he quickly added “I'll still have a few bites though.” 

“HEY SLADE I NEED A BANANA BOAT AND A COUPLE SLICES OF YOUR GRANDMA'S BLUE RIBBON!” He shouted as he started down the row of booths to take other dessert orders and shower more unknowing patrons with hard sugary treats.

“Seriously though, what are these things?” SD asked the rest of the table as she picked a few more up to read them. Pulling a disgusted face at one that read 'soul mates’ before flicking it away from her.

“They're candy with silly messages printed on them,” Maebh answered as she picked a few up to read as well. “Though there's some X-rated ones mixed in… not surprising coming from Deadpool though.” 

“Hey, SD…” Dean held out a heart that clearly Deadpool had somehow managed to make and mix into the regular cutesy ones that read ‘nice ass’. 

With a grin she picked through the ones on the table and held one up in reply 'eat me’. Of course she had meant it in a 'go fuck yourself’ kind if way not knowing it was intentionally one of the dirty ones mixed in.

“If you insist, we'll need that pie to go though.” Leaning closer to her he held out another ‘lets bang!’.

“I may not have a heart, but know a few other ways to get blood pumping.” She grinned as she spoke up enough for Fives to hear. The resounding sputtering of a drink was all the response she needed to start laughing her ass off. For additional effect, added for Sam and Maebh's benefit, while pushing Dean out of the booth she tacked on a “Sorry to have to bail on you guys early, but I can think of better places to enjoy a slice of pie among other things.”

“Wait, seriously?” Stunned by what was going on he didn't really have the mental capacity to object or question her as she flagged down Deadpool and dragged him along. 

“What just happened?” Maebh asked Sam, equally confused.

“Dean just met his match is what just happened.” He chuckled as he leaned back into the booth seat to relax.

[skull001]

‪"SoNaMy FaNs StArTeD tEh ShIpPiNg WaRs"‬

‪I always found this statement that has been thrown around the fanbase for years to be as idiotic as it is full of crap. Amy Rose not only predated the squirrel from SatAN, but was also THE character that both Sega and the people at Sonic Team wanted to be the love interest for Sonic from the very start (both Hoshino and Oshima had a lot of input into shapping the character).

I always found it very disrespectful to Sonic Team's wishes that someone, regardless of whether they were from Sega of America or from DIC Productions, thought that Amy "wasn't good enough" and essentially replaced her from her rightful role as both love interest and lead female character in favor of what essentially is a Ricky (the squirrels you go saving around in the first game along other critters). Much more crazy is that Sega of America was OK with this bullcrap continuing on an official publication that was ran over by people who were incapable of letting go and accepting the changes that were meant to take hold since Sonic Adventure re-booted the entire franchise, with the Japanese vision imposing and obsoleting the American lore.

The games makes it pretty crystal clear that the only character who has an open romantic interest for another is Amy, and as far as I can recall, Sega/ST never undermined nor downplayed any other character for the purpose of favoring Sonamy and "clear the way from the competition" simply because there was no such thing, and it would demand for one to be either oblivious or delusional to think otherwise in canon.

The comic on the other, despite being officially licensed by Sega and supposedly run by professionals, did everything it could to clear the path for their prescious OTP. From de-railing characters either to make it happen (Sonic) or who were competition (Fiona turning evil out of nowhere), getting them married to stay out (Bunnie and Antoine), to throwing petty shot at the only one character who represented the biggest threat and whom they could not remove even if they wish to because of her game canon status: Amy (anti-Amy/Rosy the Rascal was the embodiment of everything that Amy's detractors accuse her of being, using Cream in her debut on the Team Treasure Tangostory as the Sonally spokeswoman, to getting "ha ha! in your face" with the cover of issue #222)

Of course, Amy/Sonamy fans were not going to stay iddle and fought back the pretenders. They didn’t start the fight, but heck if they came out victorious after enduring two decades of BS and disservice.

As Optimus Prime said: “one shall stand, one shall fall”. Sonamy is certainly standing, and stronger than ever.

[secret-engima]

Yo, my friend! Headcanons for the Kiddos(Miko, Jack, Raf, Maybe June and Fowler) learning about the bots celebrating their version of 'Christmas'?

Oooh, a CHALLENGE. Keep in mind that these might not stay canon, considering I don’t know what in the world my plot notes are doing ever right now.

-Nobody notices at first that the Autobots prep for Christmas without any prompting or suggestions from the humans in their lives. It’s December and there’s just- a giant metal tree in the corner of the main base room. It’s kinda crooked, and honestly looks like it’s been through a few dozen wars, but one of the bots gives it a new green coat and nobody needs any prompting to start hanging goofy little ornaments made of cobbled together junk on the thing. There’s something so natural about the way the bots start tucking little boxes under the thing as presents and stringing up the Christmas lights. Something about the way one or the other bots will suddenly start humming a Christmas carol (”It Feels Like Christmas” from Muppet’s Christmas Carol is a particular fav) and then minutes later any bot in the nearby vicinity is humming or singing along. Even the Decepticon attacks and mishaps are mysteriously absent the closer it gets to the actual day, and Fowler just about falls over when he catches Optimus very softly singing Bobby Helms version of Jingle Bell Rock to himself while working through his paperwork.

-It’s probably Raf who notices the oddity of it first. Jack just kinda rolls with everything at this point and Miko is too excited helping with decorating to wonder why, out of all the things on Earth that usually confuse the Autobots, Christmas isn’t one of them. He asks about it and all three kids are just- stunned when one of the bots mentions that this is a normal holiday for them. Has been for literal centuries. That’s when all the questions start, but not too many answers are forthcoming.

-Bulkhead gives a wish-washy answer that it started up in Iacon during the latter days of the war when everyone really needed something to cheer them up. He can’t really say how that celebration was Christmas when none of the Autobots knew what Earth was yet (and it is Christmas, it’s the ornaments and presents and a metal tree for crying aloud, they sing Christmas carols and things from Christmas musicals, it can’t be anything else). Whether Bulkhead doesn’t remember of is just afraid of saying, the kids turn their attention on the other bots for answers, curiosity eating at all three now that Raf has unveiled the mystery.

-It’s Miko who finally tracks down Hardwire, since he’s one of the few bots who always just- seems to know Earth culture without prompting. She’s surprised when he goes very, very quiet. Sad quiet. He tells her that this was a holiday his guardians used to celebrate every year, that some of his fondest memories are of decorating the tree and telling those stories and singing those songs. He doesn’t say how his guardians knew about it and for once Miko is kind enough to let it drop. Instead, she hauls out her guitar to teach the Autobots some new “properly metal” Christmas songs (which makes Hardwire laugh because Jingle Bells is hardly “metal” by any sense of the word).

-Fowler, who has never actually seen this before because he always took pains to avoid the autobots as much as possible before now, really doesn’t get how Autobots understand the concept of Christmas when they have so much trouble understanding basic idioms and slang, but he honestly doesn’t mind it. The Autobots have a good choral thing going on and he’s pretty sure that teeny box under the tree has his name on it (he’s genuinely touched, but also suspicious of what it is, because what if it explodes).

-June, who is still new to the “sentient robots from space” thing is a little wary at first, because sure they celebrate the holiday but what if they add something dangerous to it? Those presents are huge and could hurt somebody if they fall over, and the bristles on that metal tree don’t exactly scream “safe”. But ... Jack is probably the happiest he’s been in a while as he rides on Arcee’s shoulders singing along to the latest random outbreak of musical Christmas cheer or getting glue all over his hands as he, Bumblebee, and Raf make new ornaments to replace the ones that have been lost or broken over the “vorns” (whatever those are, she doesn’t really get alien time terms). Plus, there’s something incredibly endearing watching the kids cuddled up on the couch with hot cocoa Ratchet downloaded the recipe for (with much grumbling and “This is so unhealthy do you even know what this could do to your systems? Clogging, hyper-activity, tank corrosion- okay maybe not that last one”) while the rest of the Autobot base (Optimus included!) crowd around to watch Christmas movies using a giant wall projector Jazz “acquired” from somewhere. It turns out, for all the Autobots can sing a ton of songs from movies and musicals, they’ve never actually ... seen most of them. The kids set about fixing this ASAP, and Fowler pretends to look innocent and oblivious when a few of the really old Christmas movies and musicals from his childhood end up in the Watch pile

-None of this is to say that the Autobots don’t have some ... really weird variations of Christmas celebrations they’ve created over the vorns. Miko tries her absolutely hardest to win at the Wrench Throwing competition, but considering she can’t throw that far and June throws a fit after catching her trying to lift one of Ratchet’s rather than a normal one... that doesn’t go too far. There are other things too, odd phrases and customs (instead of mistletoe in the doorways, someone strings a little Autobot sigil. Any two people, bot or otherwise, who are caught underneath it must exchange a hug or a compliment). There’s also the tendency of the more silly mechs (read, Bulkhead and Bumblebee) to try to use their engines to rev out a carol’s melody rather than their vocalizers (or radio in Bee’s case). It drives Ratchet up the wall, which seems to be the point (when asked about it, Bulkhead just shrugs and says that it’s the Twins fault for starting that tradition, as if that explains everything).

-Also, it is apparently mandatory for mechs and femmes to take turns telling Christmas stories, either their own memories of previous Christmas’s or classic tales they shouldn’t know, and nothing quite beats Optimus, the famed leader of the Autobot Faction, patiently rumbling his way through a retelling of “A Night Before Christmas” (except maybe the Jingle Bell Rock thing, but Fowler keeps that moment to himself).

-So overall, the humans are pretty baffled how two unknown guardians of Hardwire knew about Christmas, or how from there it became a holiday for the entire Autobot faction, but none of them mind. It’s warm and happy and honestly pretty awesome (Miko tries to institute a Christmas Derby Race, her request is denied by Fowler on the grounds that he knows these idiots, they’d get over competitive and probably blow their cover).

[transformers-extrication]

After being stuck in a design-less hell for so long it’s great to finally have something for Optimus and to post him! Enjoy the look and headcanons under the cut!

Was originally named Orion Pax, duh.

Hung around in a ‘friend group’ with Ironhide and Ratchet, with Jazz occasionally swinging in.

Met Ratchet when the trainee medic accidentally gave him a concussion, Ironhide was his neighbour growing up and Jazz was just the “cool dude” who was friends with everyone but ended up liking them a lot.

Lived with his lone parent Alpha Trion and his younger sister Elita-1 (Yup, prefer siblings).

Was never as good at sports as his sister.

Eventually ended up wearing glasses for a while due to straining his optics with the number of books he read. To this day he still has them and occasionally uses them to try to not strain his optics so much.

Can practically get drunk off one sip of alcohol. Absolute lightweight. Thankfully no one forces him to drink.

Used to be exceptionally clumsy. As in he could trip over the ONE box in an empty hallway or fall UP the stairs.

To combat this he was actually given dance classes to help him get a better sense of balance and motion. To this day he’s quite a nifty dancer.

They say dying by Unicron’s hand is the second most painful thing in existence.

Watching someone attempt to flirt with the oblivious Orion/Optimus is first.

Worked as an archivist/file clerk for the council for many years.

Discovered one of the council members was embezzling Shanix and some weapons were being sent to odd places like Kaon.

Naively believing this to be mistakes and errors of judgment he tried asking the council about this.

He was fired from his archivist job and advised to ‘never speak of this again if he didn’t want worse’.

He may or may not had left a hidden note behind for whoever took his office to not trust the council. He may also have taken a copy of one of the files.

This was where he took up a job as a librarian.

Orion considered Soundwave a friend as he was a frequent visitor to his library especially as the bot had recently took up a archivist position. Hmm.

Has a ‘sweet tooth’ but pretends he doesn’t.

May have hired an investigative journalist to see what this Kaon fuss was about.

Unintentionally played an accidental role in riling up the war and fanning its embers into a flame. He’s not aware of this.

Was not Prime at the start of the war but took up the mantle a while later.

Relaxed up a bit on Earth.

Still reads a lot when no one is demanding his attention.

May or may not have a guilty pleasure of romcom books.

He detests violence. But boy, if Megatron’s face isn’t the most punchable thing he’s ever seen.

Team dad. He’s so proud of all of those little rascals.

After becoming Prime and making his first speech his sister gave him the robo-noogie of a lifetime. He swears he still has a dent in his helm from that.

Was genuinely surprised and quite impressed to discover Galvatron wasn’t like Megatron at all. Guess the ‘bots were right when they referred to him as “new and improved”.

Takes his work seriously, but takes his playtime like an excited labrador.

Some people are surprised by that but he points out that with the high-stress of the war and the few ‘relaxation’ times he gets, he needs to make the most of his free time.

Feels worryingly like a hamster running in a wheel cycling through the same motions again and again. He lies and puts on a nonchalant/brave face but did have deep, deeeep depressive episodes as the monotony of the endless war drove on with little-to-no improvement or end in sight. This also goes for having a lot of concern that after spending so long in this unyielding war he’d be useless and unneeded when it ended.

Both he and Elita stood and watched Alpha Trion die. Neither were fast enough to reach him in time.

Wiggles his tail when excited but due to it being a stiff piece of metal this actually just results in a little butt-wiggle.

Also does a little bouncy trot like this too.

Learned the hard way not to even remotely compare Galvatron to Megatron.

Has one of those lightbulb smiles. It tends to light a room up.

Out of habit, he’ll occasionally pull out his face mask when startled.

Wore his face mask for longer than need be, when first on Earth just in case his facial scar unsettled the humans. Ironhide told him to stop being an idiot and he took it off. The humans found his scar to be ‘cool’ and ‘badass’.

He got that scar during the early stages of the war (and pre-Prime) when naively he tried to help a downed Decepticon, who responded by shooting him in the face.

[tails89]

My world revolves around you

This was on my sideblog, which I have since deleted, so I’m posting this here.

Sterek :)

It starts off innocently enough.

“If you were a chicken, you’d be impeccable.” Stiles snorts at his own joke. “Get it?”

Scott rolls his eyes and groans. “That’s just awful dude, you’re not actually using these on other people, are you?”

It’s like Scott’s words spark an idea in Stiles’ brain. Everyone’s a target. No one is safe.

“Hey Lyds!”

The red head glances up from her notebook.

“The world revolves around the sun-”

Her brows are already drawing together in a scowl.

“-but my world revolves around you.”

Lydia stares down Stiles, but his goofy grin never falters, so she huffs and goes back to her homework.

“Aw, come on. Nothing? That was my best one!” Stiles moans.

Lydia doesn’t even look up. “You’re going to be single for a long time then.”

“Oh, how about this one,” Stiles is pushing aside his books, homework forgotten. “Do you like heavy metal? Because I could teach you-“

“Finish that sentence, Stilinski, and the only reason I’ll be screaming is because you are dead.”

Stiles sighs and reaches for his textbook. Banshees have no sense of humour.

It’s Kira who notices that Derek never seems to be on the receiving end of Stiles’ terrible pick-up lines.

They’re all sitting around in the loft, waiting for Derek to pay the delivery driver and return with pizza.

Stiles tries shrugging it off. “Despite what you guys think, I value my limbs, I’d rather not have Derek tear one of them off because I’ve offended hid delicate sensibilities. I do have some sense of self-preservation.”

Lydia scoffs from her seat.

Stiles twists to glare at her. “I do.”

“Self-preservation? I don’t need to be a werewolf to know that’s a lie.” Lydia uncrosses her legs and leans forward. “You won’t use your childish pick-up lines on Derek, because you actually like Derek.” She raises one perfectly sculpted eyebrow as Stiles’ mouth drops open.

“No, I don’t!” He splutters.

“Wait, what?” God bless Scott and his obliviousness.

Stiles is glaring daggers at Lydia. A silent plea for her to stop. Derek could be back at any moment!

“Getting brushed off by the rest of us is no big deal,” Lydia goes on, ignoring Stiles’ stare. “But you actually have feelings for Derek and you can’t bear the thought of him turning you down.”

“No.” Stiles scrambles, glancing from Scott to Kira. Kira looks just as smug as Lydia. Damn her for bringing it up. Scott looks thoughtful, like the gears are slowly turning in his mind. Making connections, damning connections. “I don’t- It’s not like that!”

“Prove it.” Lydia challenged, reclining gracefully. She’d look right at home stroking a fluffy white cat, like one of those classic movie villains.

“I don’t need to prove anything,” Stiles crosses him arms in front of his chest. “There’s nothing to prove.”

Kira initiates the chant. “Prove it!” She cries.

“Prove it!” Malia is quick to join in.

Liam says nothing from his position on the floor, but his expression is smug.

Stiles turns to each of them, “Yeah, fun. Let’s all gang up on Stiles,” he complains. “Scott, help a brother out.”

Scott shrugs like, what can you do, but damn it his face is positively gleeful.

“Scotty! Scott. My first friend. My best friend. Scotty-boy.”

“We’ve had to put up with it for weeks.” Scott’s tone is almost sympathetic, but it falls short when he smirks and says, “paybacks a bitch.”

“You-” Stiles’ mouth flops open, searching for his wittiest retort. “…suck!

Lydia rolls her eyes. “Real powerful comeback.”

Scott’s jabbing a finger at his best friend. “Stiles, I dare you- “

Stiles feels his eyes roll, out of his head, out of this plane of existence. “How old are you? Six?”

Scott shushes him, ignoring the eyeroll of the century. “I dare you to tell Derek your absolute worst, cringy-est pick-up line.”

“Or what?”

“Or… “ He falters.

Stiles knows Scott doesn’t have the balls.

Strawberry blond hair tickles the back his neck and the banshee whispers, “Or we’ll tell Derek how you really feel.” And just… Lydia Fucking Martin everybody.

Derek chooses that moment to return to the loft, pizza boxes piled high in his grip. There’s yelling and laughter and Stiles prays for the sweet release of death.

All he gets, though, is a nudge and a sharp look from Lydia, so Stiles swallows his mouthful of pizza and takes a breath and…

“Hey Derek?”

Derek turns, hand lowering pizza back onto his plate.

“So, we’re learning about important dates in History at the moment… want to be one of them?”

Silence.

Thick eyebrows draw together in a scowl. But then Scott and Kira are snorting over their shared plate and… and it’s over. Stiles didn’t combust and Derek didn’t look disgusted or tell him to leave and Stiles was probably just imagining the way Derek’s ears flushed red.

It’s later, halfway through the movie, when Stiles feels his phone vibrate in his pocket.

If you were a transformer, you’d be a HOT-obot, and your name would be Optimus Fine.

He gapes at his phone, then sneaks a sideways glance. Everyone around him is caught up in the action onscreen, attention glued to the glowing box. Derek’s no exception, but Stiles can see the light glinting off the mobile he’s fiddling with absentmindedly. And if his cheeks are rosy, it’s probably only because the onscreen explosions are casting a fiery glow over the room.

Still this… this is amazing. Because none of his friends had ever played along with Stiles’ stupid game. And suddenly it’s on.

Stiles texts back. Is your name google? Because you’re the answer to everything I’ve been searching for.

He waits and watches out of the corner of his eye as Derek glances down at the screen that’s lit up in his hands.

Are you the square root of -1 because you can’t be real.

Stiles bites his lip to keep from smiling and turns back to the television. As the credits start to roll he realises he has no idea what they’d been watching.

After that, it becomes this thing that just completely snowballs out of control.

Stiles turns up at the loft, greeting Derek with “is your face McDonalds? Because I’m loving it” and gets to work pulling out his latest packet of research on whatever big bad they’re facing that week.

One time he’s sitting on the couch, easing his laptop off his legs and shooting Derek an offhand comment. “Are you religious? Because you’re the answer to all my prayers.” And chuckling to himself at the look of Derek’s face.

He knows he needs to reign it in before he gets too caught up but he just. can’t. help it. Because Stiles would do anything to watch Derek’s cheeks and ears flush red. To watch the way he tries to retaliate but more often than not, gets completely derailed, mouth moving but words catching in his throat and god damn it, it’s adorable.

“Aside from being sexy, what do you do for a living?”

“I know you’re busy today, but can you add me to your to-do list?”

“Stiles.”

“Hmm?”

They’re alone at the loft. Stiles turned up early to clarify some research he’s been going over about forest nymphs. His laptop is open on the couch, pages strewn across every bit of available space.

“Stiles. I think we need to stop.”

“Uh,” Stiles puts down the sheet of paper he’d been holding. “Okay, I figured we’d wait ‘til the others get here but yeah, a break sounds good.” He shuts his laptop and reaches his arms up into a stretch. “Hey, Derek,” Stiles grins. “You’re hotter than the bottom of my laptop.”

“Yeah, you need to stop that.” Derek’s arms are crossed and he has his brooding face on.

Stiles laughs. “What? That wasn’t even the worst one.”

Derek shakes his head and gives him a pointed look. “Stiles. I know.”

Stiles just stares, eyebrows raised, waiting for the conversation to make sense.

“You don’t have to play this game anymore.” Derek says after a moment. “I know.”

Did Derek know how Stiles felt about him? How did he find out? His heart was racing. Was that- had his stupid racing heart given him away? “You know?” He draws the words out slowly. “And?”

Derek scowled. “And it’s childish and stupid.”

“Oh…” Stiles face fell. There it was then. Derek Hale thought Stiles’ crush was ‘childish and stupid’. Greatest day ever. Not. Still, he needed to know. “Is it- is it the age difference?”

The question seemed to throw Derek for moment. “You and Scott are the same age.”

And now Stiles is thrown too, so he asks. “What are we talking about right now?”

“I’m talking about that stupid dare.”

Which really doesn’t help, and Derek is looking more and more resigned with each question Stiles asks.

“What dare? I’m so confused right now.” Perhaps Derek doesn’t know about Stiles’ feelings after all. Maybe Stiles can still pretend that even has a chance with Derek.

“Pack night. I heard Scott dare you to- “

Oh. That dare. Never mind. Derek had known all along. The illusion is shattered.

“That was ages ago!” Stiles splutters, rising from his spot on the couch. “Why didn’t you say anything?” His hands are in his hair anxiously running through the locks. “God, I feel like such an idiot. This whole time you knew. And what,” he turns on Derek, “you were just humouring me?”

“What?”

Stiles is pacing. “Jesus, you must have been so uncomfortable!“

Derek catches Stiles’ shoulders in an attempt to get his attention. “Stiles, stop- “

“This whole time you knew I liked you and you just let me make a complete fool of myself!”

Stiles jerks free and they stand there in the middle of the living room. He turns to start pacing again, but Derek has a hand around his wrist.

“You like me?”

Stiles tries to tug his hand loose. “Dude, just stop. You just told me you heard the whole thing. You don’t need to play along anymore.”

Derek let him go. “I heard Scott dare you to use the pick-up lines.”

“Yeah…” Stiles clutches his hand to his chest.

“That’s all I heard.” Derek tells him. They both stand there awkwardly for a moment, before Derek breaks the silence. “You like me?

“You- you didn’t know?” Derek shakes his head. “But that’s how this whole thing started. Lydia- Lydia said….” Stiles glances up at Derek and takes a deep breath. “Yes, I like you. Jesus Christ, I like you so much!” The words come out in a rush, like if he doesn’t speak now and speak fast it’ll never happen.

“Lydia was teasing me, so Scott dared me to use my worst pick-up line on you and the whole thing escalated and god, this is embarrassing and you- Jesus, Derek, I couldn’t help it, you just looked… and then you joined in and like, man, they were so bad and I guess there was always a part of me that knew this was going to happen, that you were going to get tired of it and- will you please stop looking at me like that- here it is and I’m sorry okay? Please say something before I make this worse, like this whole verbal word vomit is just digging me deeper and your eyebrows are getting judgier and I-

Warm lips are pressed against his mouth, silencing his outburst.

“Breathe Stiles.” Derek pulls away, watching Stiles face carefully.

“I uh-“ Stiles swallows. “You just…” he trails off.

Derek is still so close. Stiles imagines he can feel the body heat radiating from the werewolf. “If you’d taken a second to breathe, I could have gotten a word in and told you it was okay.”

Stiles takes a step back. “’It’s okay’? Those words don’t fill me with confidence Derek.”

“Okay that you like me.” Derek steps forward.

“Yep, still not feeling it.” But Stiles is smiling now and Derek is back in his personal space and when their lips meet again Stiles is moving eagerly against Derek, tongue darting out to taste what he’s been dreaming of for oh so long.

He pulls back, wondering when his fingers became tangled in Derek’s hair. “But I think I’m beginning to understand,” he says, voice low. “You like me too?” Stubble scrapes against his jaw. “I’m going to take that as a yes.”

“Stiles?” Derek’s breath his hot against Stiles’ neck.

“Yeah?”

“Shut up.”

[zombieheroine]

Question about Uninstalled (one of my favorite fics of all time, tbh): since Megatron is an oblivious, blind idiot, who got completely run over by Optimus's most plot-twist-like confession, and Jazz knows that Optimus has always liked Megatron, and Starscream also said that the two were totally infatuated with each other without really noticing... does that mean everyone kind of knew, but everyone was too afraid to say anything?

Well… not that many knew. No other Autobot aside from Jazz knew. And the inner circle if Decepticons is really small, and mainly just the original gang from Kaon witnessed Megatron and Orion together, and most of them are gone. And ‘knowing’ is a strong word, and it was a long time ago.

But the main point is, it wouldn’t have mattered. The civil war was about seizing the power of Cybertron, conquering the other side, and when the exile happened it became about defeating the other side by controlling energon.

The war was going on, and it wouldn’t have stopped just because the supreme command had some inconvenient feelings.

Thank you for reading. It makes me happy to hear from my readers!

[verdigrisprowl]

Apr 17 Dancitron Movie Night - Heaven Can Wait

Everyone in the movie sucked at explaining themselves properly and Prowl hated it. But the employees in the mansion were charming.

NoodlesAtNight 8:29 pm *In a much better mood than last week, Soundwave is already parked in his usual spot with Laserbeak attached to one arm and giving her scritches under the beak. Seats are gathered and snacks are out.* FakeProwl 8:31 pm *appears, and immediately sits with Soundwave. while nobody else is here and they can still talk freely—* How did your meeting go? Fabuest 8:32 pm *tumbles in* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:32 pm :> FakeProwl 8:32 pm *that didn't last long* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:33 pm Bird! :> NoodlesAtNight 8:35 pm @P: (txt): Soundwave: employed. Area: security, surveillance. Probation period. Small nice apartment; necessary supplies, technology; reasonable credits; archive access - limited now, increased later. Fabuest 8:35 pm [[ ... did it not update my name. it ratchet. U TOO ARE SHOWING AS GUEST. ]] NoodlesAtNight 8:36 pm {{It Swoop! Hi Swoop!}} Swoop now has a hat. FakeProwl 8:36 pm ((rabb.it doesn't update the "guest" label inside the chat itself.)) MedicalMurdersaurus 8:36 pm Bird! Hi Bird! :> ((The benefits of writing like a toddler. Easy recognition lol)) FakeProwl 8:36 pm ((if you hover over their icon to the left under the screen it'll show their real name, but not in the chat window)) ((which means there are two people who display as "guest" tonight and that's going to make logging the chat a bitch ;;)) MedicalMurdersaurus 8:37 pm ((Want us to label ourselves?)) ((Like "Swoop:"?) araneamechanica 8:37 pm (( can they make an account real quick? also hey hey hi, might be lurking ooc, might not, we'll see FakeProwl 8:37 pm ((u don't have to, but it would make my life easier)) ((it's easiest to just make a real quick account tho)) Chillsins 8:39 pm *Is he late enough to be fashionable? No? Oh well.* NoodlesAtNight 8:40 pm *Ravage eyes Windchill. He didn't drag that in.* ((five min to get what you need)) Chillsins 8:41 pm *Windchill is largely oblivious to being eyed.* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:41 pm ((is swup)) NoodlesAtNight 8:41 pm ((yay)) Chillsins 8:42 pm *He's going to sit—yep, you guessed it—somewhere in the back* Chillsins 8:43 pm (( Ehehehe does everyone use their tumblr icons but me? I only just noticed that might be the case.)) MedicalMurdersaurus 8:44 pm Bird. Me Swoop got a thing. *shows off a pic of the pteranodon fossil that tarantulas gave him* NoodlesAtNight 8:44 pm ((it was just so i could spot my own dialogue easier lol)) {{You got bones? Where you getting dead Swoops?}} Chillsins 8:45 pm (( Yeah tbh. I think mine is still pretty obvious, it's just not as dumb looking as my blog icon. )) MedicalMurdersaurus 8:45 pm *the datapad with the pic has been in the dinocave and therefore very near death, someone release this poor thing from its mortal coil, it did nothing to deserve this* Dunno! It show up. It super cool. NoodlesAtNight 8:46 pm *Soundwave shakes his helm. Can Wheeljack not invent a sturdier datapad?* Fabuest 8:46 pm *right well. SOME MINUTES LATER Ratchet finally takes a seat. With Prowl probably.* NoodlesAtNight 8:46 pm ((okiedokie, just waiting on puff to return i think)) *Soundwave nods to Ratchet and Windchill* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:48 pm Cave got lots of bones! That where Dinobots come from. Kehehh. Not come from bones. Autobots find bones and Wheeljack "get ideas." Him Wheeljack get in trouble if him "get TOO MANY ideas," keheheheheh! NoodlesAtNight 8:48 pm {{Him should making bonk-head dinosaur. Us seen them bones. Shockwave got records.}} Fabuest 8:48 pm *small wave, but Ratchet will very much be sitting on the OPPOSITE side of Prowl from Soundwave* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:49 pm FakeProwl Swoop want LOTS of DInobots! But no more until OPTIMUS say okay 😶 Fabuest 8:49 pm *I mean, obviously he wouldn't be sitting between them, but there's. there's definitely a Prowl between Ratchet and Soundwave tonight.* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:49 pm It stinks NoodlesAtNight 8:49 pm {{Meh meh meh. Optimus unfair. Big truck aft.}} MedicalMurdersaurus 8:49 pm Meh meh meh :> NoodlesAtNight 8:50 pm *A huge claw taps Ratchet from the side. Zori would like to say hi.* Fabuest 8:50 pm Hey! Don't talk about him like that. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:50 pm :V Fabuest 8:50 pm It's not so easy to build Dinobots anyway, y'know. Chillsins 8:50 pm *Snickers quietly in the background.* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:50 pm You Ratchet build more Dinobots????? :V Fabuest 8:51 pm Heya, bugbot. How's it goin? NoodlesAtNight 8:51 pm {{Bird not said nothing lie~}} He's big, he's a truck, and he's got an aft. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:51 pm Her Bird know eeeeeverything :> Fabuest 8:51 pm Hmm. Got other projects on the go, kiddo. But it's not off the table. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:52 pm MORE DINOBOTS!!!! :V FakeProwl Swoop tell Grimlock more dinobots NoodlesAtNight 8:52 pm #Ratchet! #you are here! *And he is HUUUUUUGE* #can I sit here? FakeProwl 8:52 pm *there's no one here tonight that Prowl can bounce his holomatter avatar through, so he's just holo without the matter.* NoodlesAtNight 8:52 pm ((About that... lemme buzz you on skype real quick)) FakeProwl 8:53 pm ((o7)) Fabuest 8:53 pm 'Course ya can, buggo. Still big, huh? MedicalMurdersaurus 8:53 pm *This movie as a disturbing lack of dinosaurs so Swup will just lay on the floor and be a Bird perch* Chillsins 8:54 pm A butt... NoodlesAtNight 8:54 pm #yes... *mournful beep* Chillsins 8:55 pm *He's waiting for them to say something else already.* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:56 pm Dinobots play football before It okay Tackling fun keheh NoodlesAtNight 8:56 pm *Zori scrambles up and thunks down next to Ratchet. A good friend spot.* Fabuest 8:57 pm Tell ya what though, you're a lot more pillow shaped now than ya were before. You wanna scoot between me and your boss? I can lean on you. [[ veggies done brb ]] NoodlesAtNight 8:57 pm *He'll HAPPILY do*& Chaoit 8:57 pm -he's late, huh?- NoodlesAtNight 8:57 pm [[Greetings, Blaster. It just started.]] Chaoit 8:58 pm Hello, Soundwave. Not too late, that's good Chillsins 8:58 pm Wow. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:59 pm Talky movie boring. Soundwave and Blaster fight instead :V Chaoit 8:59 pm Looked painful Uh....Swoop. No. NoodlesAtNight 8:59 pm *Tilts his helm* [[This one has done nothing to infuriate him yet.]] Chaoit 8:59 pm Likewise Chillsins 8:59 pm *Sighs. He rather liked Swoop's idea.* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:59 pm FUN fight for friends? NoodlesAtNight 9:00 pm [[...He is not a friend.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 9:00 pm then FIGHT :V Chillsins 9:00 pm Big surprise, he's running again you guys. Chaoit 9:00 pm Can you guys /not?/ MedicalMurdersaurus 9:01 pm keheehee Chillsins 9:01 pm Oh dear. Chaoit 9:01 pm Oh. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:01 pm dead! Chillsins 9:01 pm A collision. FakeProwl 9:01 pm @Soundwave «... Where would your new apartment happen to be?» *what if they're gonna be in the same facility.* NoodlesAtNight 9:01 pm {{Neheheh. Him only start new graveyard now.}} Chaoit 9:02 pm -he comes here to take a break, not get into fights with the host- MedicalMurdersaurus 9:02 pm Them skip fun part. Us not see CRASH or see MEDIC STUFF. Boring. NoodlesAtNight 9:03 pm {{WHAT medic? Him deeeeeead.}} MedicalMurdersaurus 9:03 pm Them take parts from dead mech NoodlesAtNight 9:03 pm @Prowl: (txt): Address not assigned yet. Soon. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:03 pm Recycle :> Fabuest 9:05 pm *leans on bug* NoodlesAtNight 9:05 pm *claw tip tap. happy bug* FakeProwl 9:05 pm ... Why don't they just tell him he's dead. NoodlesAtNight 9:05 pm [[This one may be about to.]] FakeProwl 9:05 pm Finally. Chaoit 9:05 pm Trying to be nice MedicalMurdersaurus 9:06 pm Him pretty clean for being dead Chillsins 9:06 pm *Snorts.* Chaoit 9:06 pm Wow FakeProwl 9:06 pm There's nothing nice about failing to inform him of his own state of existence. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:06 pm Him human. Human crash goes splat. Him not look like splat. NoodlesAtNight 9:07 pm {{Maybe it inside splat.}} MedicalMurdersaurus 9:07 pm ohhhhh Maybe! Chaoit 9:07 pm HAH FakeProwl 9:07 pm @Soundwave «Well. Congratulations on your new position.» Chaoit 9:07 pm He wasn't supposed to be dead MedicalMurdersaurus 9:07 pm What "escort" mean Chillsins 9:08 pm He might live to regret that decision. Fabuest 9:08 pm [[ 8 years. ]] NoodlesAtNight 9:08 pm @Prowl: (txt): Appreciated. Pleasing. First duties: increased Metroplex, Iacon spread; track, find missing mechs. Simple. FakeProwl 9:08 pm "Escort" means going with someone from one place to another. NoodlesAtNight 9:08 pm @Prowl: (txt): ...Prowl recommendation known. Deep gratitude. FakeProwl 9:09 pm In this case, going with this person from his death site to the afterlife. Chillsins 9:09 pm *Cackles* NoodlesAtNight 9:09 pm *Laserbeak CACKLES* Chillsins 9:09 pm *It's so morbid he LOVES IT* MedicalMurdersaurus 9:10 pm Them stealing bodies? NoodlesAtNight 9:11 pm [[Changing bodies. Trading sparks.]] Chillsins 9:11 pm They're going to take the body of someone else who dies. NoodlesAtNight 9:11 pm [[...Or whatever humans have. If they have anything.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 9:11 pm Human spark? Him should get BIG BIG body For smashing things Chillsins 9:12 pm He should reincarnate as, like...an elephant. NoodlesAtNight 9:12 pm {{How him play Supered Bowl?}} MedicalMurdersaurus 9:12 pm Elephant pretty cool :> Chillsins 9:12 pm Now that would make for an interesting movie. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:12 pm Him stomp other player!!!! Chillsins 9:12 pm Wow. He still doesn't have a clue. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:12 pm Her have cannon 😮 Her going to fight him :V With cannon NoodlesAtNight 9:13 pm [[Short fight.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 9:13 pm BOOM! Keheheheheh NoodlesAtNight 9:14 pm ((*whacks puff's internet*)) FakeProwl 9:15 pm @Soundwave «Well. Starscream needs more mechs that aren't complete idiots. Especially ones that know what to do if their boss becomes a tyrant.» MedicalMurdersaurus 9:15 pm Her gonna fight for home Punch him! Burn house down :> Fabuest 9:16 pm *sits up* Sorry, bug, I just got a call. Hafta head out. See you another time, hey? NoodlesAtNight 9:16 pm #awww #okay! *pincer hug?* Fabuest 9:17 pm *heh. pincer hug sounds okay* MedicalMurdersaurus 9:17 pm Everyone in house talk stuffy, dumb Snoody NoodlesAtNight 9:17 pm @P: (txt): Ideal: Starscream not given tyrant becoming chance. {{Them rich. It what them rich doing.}} Fabuest 9:18 pm Night Prowl, night Swoop. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:18 pm What rich doing?? FakeProwl 9:18 pm Evening. Fabuest 9:18 pm *scoots* MedicalMurdersaurus 9:18 pm Night night *has no idea what "rich" even is* pagglesham paddlesam Her talk like blurr :V FakeProwl 9:20 pm *silently mouths "peg-all-sham." ???* NoodlesAtNight 9:20 pm *He's never heard the word either.* MedicalMurdersaurus 9:21 pm Her going to run away really really fast keheheheh Chillsins 9:21 pm *Checks his saved copy of wikipedia.* *It's a location, presumably the one they're disputing.* NoodlesAtNight 9:22 pm *Soundwave huffs. He's enjoying this whole on-screen conversation.* Chillsins 9:22 pm *Paglesham, but he'll keep it to himself.* MedicalMurdersaurus 9:22 pm FIGHT :V aww... Bird, this movie not a fight movie :< Chillsins 9:23 pm *Snorts.* NoodlesAtNight 9:23 pm {{Bird not said it fight movie.}} MedicalMurdersaurus 9:23 pm ???? Why not fight movie??? FakeProwl 9:23 pm They're going to get married by the end and it's going to be annoying. Chillsins 9:23 pm I have to agree, I can smell it on the horizon. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:23 pm Gross :< Chillsins 9:23 pm I hope I'm wrong. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:24 pm Lock in a closet? That sucks PUNCH HIM for closet Chaoit 9:25 pm !!! -startles awake at screaming- MedicalMurdersaurus 9:25 pm Him not good at hitting things Gotta follow through NoodlesAtNight 9:27 pm [[These humans must not be experienced murderers.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 9:27 pm :V Chillsins 9:27 pm *nods.* MedicalMurdersaurus 9:27 pm No one here. Them should fight :< Chillsins 9:27 pm Why is that table so big. They're so far away from each other. Why even eat off a table when you can eat off of the floor? MedicalMurdersaurus 9:28 pm All the humans look like Prowl FakeProwl 9:28 pm @Soundwave «So. He wants to increase Iacon's spread. Why? We can barely support Metroplex at this point.» NoodlesAtNight 9:28 pm [[...How.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 9:28 pm black and white FakeProwl 9:28 pm ... *baffled blink* NoodlesAtNight 9:29 pm @Prowl: (txt): Negative, negative. Surveillance spread. Better observation, monitoring. Chillsins 9:29 pm I see no flaw in that argument. FakeProwl 9:29 pm @Soundwave «Ah. More reasonable.» Chillsins 9:29 pm *He's black and white too, but. If he doesn't point it out, maybe nobody will realize.* I like how big her hair is. It's really dumb. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:30 pm Mirror?? NoodlesAtNight 9:30 pm *Soundwave's spines twitch. He really wishes the human would stop playing that.* FakeProwl 9:31 pm *ooh. berth mirror. kinky.* Chillsins 9:31 pm *Raises a lone eyebrow.* MedicalMurdersaurus 9:31 pm Keheh that little helicopter NoodlesAtNight 9:32 pm {{No polo, no sail. What him old body ACTUALLY do?}} MedicalMurdersaurus 9:32 pm Bird, you could kill that helicopter no problem Chillsins 9:32 pm Look at it go. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:32 pm It sucks Chaoit 9:32 pm .... NoodlesAtNight 9:32 pm *She puffs up with pride* {{Bird knocking it out of sky in nanos~}} Chaoit 9:32 pm -right, Blaster maaay be going back to sleep- Chillsins 9:32 pm *He thought the helicopter was cute, but okay then.* MedicalMurdersaurus 9:32 pm *NOT AS CUTE AS BIRD KTHX* FakeProwl 9:33 pm @Soundwave «Well, do keep me up-to-date on anything interesting you pick up.» MedicalMurdersaurus 9:33 pm You Bird great fighter :> Chillsins 9:33 pm *NOT THE POINT* Wow, another massive waste of a table. What an outrage. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:33 pm Maybe them fight on table :> NoodlesAtNight 9:33 pm @Prowl: (txt): That, -never- in question. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:34 pm :V FakeProwl 9:34 pm *twitch of a smirk* Chillsins 9:34 pm I'll define destroy for you. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:34 pm That way better movie Chillsins 9:34 pm *CRACKS KNUCKLES.* MedicalMurdersaurus 9:34 pm Fight California! NoodlesAtNight 9:34 pm *Copies the smirk down. Ho ho.* [[How in Primus' name do you expect them to fight a piece of non-transforming land.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 9:35 pm Smash stuff Chillsins 9:35 pm *Raises hand.* I would do it. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:35 pm DO IT :V Chillsins 9:35 pm I'll fight anything. FakeProwl 9:35 pm *mumbles* punch the ground. Chillsins 9:35 pm Hey I did that once. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:35 pm PUNCH THE GROUND :d Chillsins 9:35 pm And I won. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:35 pm *:D Chillsins 9:35 pm Ask Whirl. NoodlesAtNight 9:35 pm *Rumble from upstairs* //Punch the ground!// [[Rumble, return to work.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 9:36 pm ((Go team)) FakeProwl 9:36 pm *shouts upstairs* We're watching a movie. No earthquakes. Chillsins 9:36 pm *Snickers* NoodlesAtNight 9:36 pm //Fiiiiiiine!// Distant laughter MedicalMurdersaurus 9:36 pm Sludge good at stomping Him ONLY good at stomping keheheh .... them fight porpoise? Him get boat. Him fight fish. That good idea. NoodlesAtNight 9:37 pm [[They'll either fire him or think him brilliant.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 9:38 pm Keheheh Her jumpy jumpy Not so good at killing people 😕 This base pretty big For humans NoodlesAtNight 9:39 pm [[It is a wonder they do not get lost.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 9:39 pm First lady in closet Now other humans in closet This boring. Them fight outside instead. NoodlesAtNight 9:40 pm [[Closets can have their uses from time to time.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 9:40 pm Not for DInobots NoodlesAtNight 9:40 pm *Silent ping to Prowl. A bit of humor.* MedicalMurdersaurus 9:40 pm 😛 FakeProwl 9:40 pm ... I'm more interested by the—what is he, a butler? servant? than anyone else. Chillsins 9:41 pm *Squints at Soundwave's comment.* NoodlesAtNight 9:41 pm [[He spent much of the Terrorcon epidemic trapped in one, in fact.]] FakeProwl 9:41 pm *pings back. yes indeed they can.* NoodlesAtNight 9:41 pm [[The butler is amusing. And patient.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 9:41 pm What terrorcon epidemic? FakeProwl 9:41 pm The butler is handling this so calmly. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:42 pm Epidemic is sick thing NoodlesAtNight 9:42 pm {{Them zombie mechs all over Nemesis. It bad.}} MedicalMurdersaurus 9:42 pm Ohhhh zombies :V NoodlesAtNight 9:42 pm *Soundwave is absolutely not looking at Windchill right now, also.* FakeProwl 9:42 pm *Prowl aspires to that kind of cool impassivity in the face of absolute nonsense* MedicalMurdersaurus 9:42 pm You Bird fight zombies? 😃 NoodlesAtNight 9:43 pm ((ngl the butler's response to literally everything is basically why i went ahead with this film)) FakeProwl 9:43 pm *he's only about 80% there. and the 20% makes all the difference.* *mutters flatly* There it is. NoodlesAtNight 9:43 pm ((between him, the wife, and Mr. Jordan, it was juuuust enough)) [[To be fair, she was angry at a very different human.]] Chillsins 9:44 pm *Blinks* MedicalMurdersaurus 9:44 pm What divorce? FakeProwl 9:44 pm That doesn't mean she has to fall in love with him one day after he becomes a different one. Chillsins 9:45 pm Divorce is when you screw up really bad. NoodlesAtNight 9:45 pm [[Ah. No, it does not. But that is human movie timing.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 9:45 pm Wheeljack do that all the time keheh Chillsins 9:45 pm *SPITS.* NoodlesAtNight 9:45 pm *Laserbeak rolls over in the air laughing* FakeProwl 9:45 pm Or: they could leave out the romance. Chillsins 9:45 pm *PLEASE let Swoop keep believing that.* MedicalMurdersaurus 9:45 pm *is a comedian???* NoodlesAtNight 9:45 pm [[Also a good idea.]] Chillsins 9:46 pm *Snickers at the staff.* NoodlesAtNight 9:46 pm [[...What hideous decor.]] Chillsins 9:46 pm I love it. FakeProwl 9:46 pm *what considerate servants. adding a second cup for the imaginary person he's talking to.* Chillsins 9:46 pm It makes me want to punch things. NoodlesAtNight 9:46 pm *Soundwave trembles a little.* Chillsins 9:47 pm *Snickers at that comment too.* FakeProwl 9:47 pm *his doors shiver slightly* MedicalMurdersaurus 9:47 pm 😕 Chaoit 9:47 pm -awake now...again- MedicalMurdersaurus 9:47 pm *is too young for this comedy???* Chaoit 9:48 pm ...whatwa....oh the movie NoodlesAtNight 9:48 pm [[A second murder attempt. No need to be alarmed.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 9:48 pm Him look like wizard Swoosh dress Chillsins 9:49 pm It's too fancy a dress for me. *He knows it's a robe, don't correct him.* NoodlesAtNight 9:49 pm [[It is a lovely color.]] NoodlesAtNight 9:50 pm [[He wonders if this is what your timeline's Necrobot does.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 9:51 pm Necrobot is zombie? FakeProwl 9:51 pm This story won't convince the trainer. He should have started out by telling the trainer things that only the quarterback would know. NoodlesAtNight 9:52 pm [[He's rather inexperienced with this 'death' thing. Understandably.]] Chillsins 9:52 pm This guy. FakeProwl 9:52 pm He should crack his neck. Chillsins 9:52 pm I can only assume he doesn't imagine death enough to pull this off is all. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:53 pm This dumb. Him want football body. Him steal football body. Him should steal shark body FakeProwl 9:53 pm There. There he goes. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:53 pm That cooler Chillsins 9:53 pm *Has to admit Prowl's idea if probably what will happen* MedicalMurdersaurus 9:53 pm Then him not need boat :> Chaoit 9:53 pm pfff )) MedicalMurdersaurus 9:53 pm Him kill coach and take Him body?? NoodlesAtNight 9:53 pm {{Him coach too old.}} MedicalMurdersaurus 9:53 pm Yah that bad idea NoodlesAtNight 9:54 pm [[A considerate host provides a chair for one's stunned guests to collapse into.]] [[He has at least a dozen and the coach missed them all.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 9:54 pm Him go kill other football player then no training :> Chillsins 9:54 pm PFFFFT. Well...it's not wrong, only immoral. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:55 pm Immoral means cant die NoodlesAtNight 9:55 pm [[No, no. That's immortal.]] Chillsins 9:55 pm *Cackles.* MedicalMurdersaurus 9:55 pm What immoral? Chillsins 9:55 pm *he's too busy giggling to define immoral right now, please try again later* NoodlesAtNight 9:56 pm [[-What is the point of that cannon.-]] MedicalMurdersaurus 9:56 pm Him got BAD aim. Shoot shoot shoot. No one dies. FakeProwl 9:56 pm Another word for "evil" or "bad." MedicalMurdersaurus 9:56 pm Him say "bad" next time NoodlesAtNight 9:56 pm *More trembling.* FakeProwl 9:56 pm They're slightly different. Chillsins 9:56 pm Training montage Who, me? I'll say whatever I want. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:57 pm This montage sucks. No rocky music. Bird, do Rocky music :> How you BUY team? 😕 Chillsins 9:58 pm I thought most teams had owners. NoodlesAtNight 9:58 pm ((ah yes! there's a line coming up that implies more about Farnsworth being an awful person but nobody actually says anything)) MedicalMurdersaurus 9:58 pm 😕 Chillsins 9:58 pm We can look it up. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:58 pm ((omg)) Chillsins 9:59 pm *Don't mind him, he's researching. * MedicalMurdersaurus 10:00 pm KAHAHAH Chillsins 10:00 pm Aw, I was hoping he'd died and would have to find another body. MedicalMurdersaurus 10:00 pm Him TERRIBLE at football That good idea! Them kill him and then him can be player that killed him! Over and over and then Him in the best football body FakeProwl 10:01 pm The player in front isn't passing the ball like he's supposed to. MedicalMurdersaurus 10:02 pm Dinobots play football with Autobots before. Them run away REAL fast, keheh. Faster than this By LOTS NoodlesAtNight 10:03 pm [[You played with Blurr, he takes it?]] Chillsins 10:03 pm I believe it. MedicalMurdersaurus 10:03 pm Us play with lots of bots. Hound DROVE away keheheh. FakeProwl 10:03 pm Oh, now they're passing. NoodlesAtNight 10:03 pm [[They did strike a deal.]] ((if we MUST see commercials, they could at least shake them up)) Chillsins 10:04 pm (( NEVER. )) NoodlesAtNight 10:04 pm ((though this is better than the golf one that came up literally every time on preview)) FakeProwl 10:04 pm ((all geico all the time)) Chillsins 10:05 pm That floral print... *Hand over spark.* NoodlesAtNight 10:05 pm [[You are welcome to it.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 10:05 pm Her BIT NoodlesAtNight 10:05 pm [[He'll keep his dark walls and lights.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 10:05 pm *BITE Chillsins 10:05 pm Thanks, I'll keep it all. It's so horrible I want to keep it all to myself anyway. FakeProwl 10:06 pm *mumbles* I like the dark walls and lights. MedicalMurdersaurus 10:06 pm Her head look like cloud :> FakeProwl 10:06 pm *his apartment has dark walls and lights too* Chillsins 10:06 pm *Doesn't everyone's?* Guest 10:06 pm Cloudhead NoodlesAtNight 10:07 pm *Windchill should see most of the deployer rooms. The answer to that is 'no'.* MedicalMurdersaurus 10:07 pm Fire is BEST light :V Chillsins 10:07 pm *Well damn that's cool. He's only seen dark rooms in recent memory.* NoodlesAtNight 10:08 pm @Prowl: (txt): Soundwave pleased decor satisfies, found comfortable. Most Autobots not accustomed. {{Boss not got fire on frame, neheheh.}} MedicalMurdersaurus 10:08 pm Dinobots not afraid of ANYTHING :V NoodlesAtNight 10:08 pm {{Only many many light.}} Chillsins 10:08 pm *FAKES A YAWN* MedicalMurdersaurus 10:09 pm Bird not supposed to be on fire :> NoodlesAtNight 10:09 pm {{No! No. Bird not fireproof. D:}} MedicalMurdersaurus 10:09 pm You Bird awesome without fire! Soo Pretty awesome FakeProwl 10:09 pm @Soundwave «I prefer dimmer lights than most mechs.» MedicalMurdersaurus 10:10 pm Oh, him have sight now. Maybe him better shot this time. Headshot? 😃 Chillsins 10:10 pm One can only hope. MedicalMurdersaurus 10:11 pm heeeaddshootttt 😕 FakeProwl 10:11 pm Why doesn't he just TELL her what's going to happen to him. MedicalMurdersaurus 10:11 pm *this is not what Swoop wanted* *no one's heads are exploding* *he was lied to* FakeProwl 10:12 pm She'll think he's crazy until a few months later when a stranger corroborating that story comes up to her. MedicalMurdersaurus 10:12 pm 😕 😕 😕 FakeProwl 10:12 pm Honestly. Why does nobody in this movie explain themselves upfront. The representatives from the afterlife, this man TWICE... NoodlesAtNight 10:13 pm [[Miscommunication is responsible for much of life's problems.]] Chillsins 10:13 pm Especially in film. MedicalMurdersaurus 10:13 pm Him taking really REALLY long time for aiming KEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEH That good fall keheheh Chillsins 10:13 pm Good job. NoodlesAtNight 10:13 pm [[Well. She might believe him now.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 10:14 pm Him need better body this time With cannons FakeProwl 10:14 pm Miscommunication is enough of an issue without fools who fail to give an adequate explanation in the first place. MedicalMurdersaurus 10:14 pm And better aim And armor Chillsins 10:14 pm With cannons and a really big butt. MedicalMurdersaurus 10:14 pm Rhino :V Chillsins 10:14 pm That's what I would go for. MedicalMurdersaurus 10:14 pm Butt??? Kehehe. NoodlesAtNight 10:14 pm [[...Why specify the large aft?]] Chillsins 10:14 pm I know what I'm about. MedicalMurdersaurus 10:15 pm ??? NoodlesAtNight 10:15 pm [[Very well.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 10:15 pm Maybe Him police car this time NoodlesAtNight 10:16 pm [[He doesn't think humans can cross into Cybertronian frames.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 10:16 pm Why? NoodlesAtNight 10:16 pm [[They have no spark.]] [[...At least, not that Knock Out ever found.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 10:16 pm How them walk around no spark? 😕 NoodlesAtNight 10:17 pm [[Organics are strange that way.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 10:17 pm Them have one. Cause Her Carly nice. Her bomb Decepticons and give Dinobots coloring books :> Chillsins 10:17 pm *Steeples fingers.* NoodlesAtNight 10:18 pm [[...What do hats matter.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 10:18 pm Her make Daniel. Her an engineer. FakeProwl 10:18 pm He's an incompetent investigator. NoodlesAtNight 10:19 pm [[...It's baseball night all over again.]] FakeProwl 10:19 pm *snort* NoodlesAtNight 10:19 pm {{Her Carly talented. Maybe her got.}} MedicalMurdersaurus 10:19 pm Dinobots like Carly :> NoodlesAtNight 10:20 pm ((DAMN IT RABBIT CAN YOU NOT)) Chillsins 10:20 pm (( Rabbit you absolute butt. )) FakeProwl 10:20 pm ((oh good, this time it wasn't me)) NoodlesAtNight 10:20 pm ((i'm sorry y'all, it has moments like this... at least it's not as bad as LS most times)) Chaoit 10:20 pm ((-smacks rabbit- ((WORK NoodlesAtNight 10:21 pm [][][]A clearer picture[][][]? [[If looking through Earth dirt, perhaps.]] FakeProwl 10:21 pm *... oh, while they're on pause.* NoodlesAtNight 10:22 pm *Soundwave calls Frenzy down to help him inspect the wiring. If glitch mice have got indoors again...* FakeProwl 10:22 pm *all this talk about affairs and divorces reminded Prowl.* NoodlesAtNight 10:23 pm *He'll work with his feelers and stay seated.* FakeProwl 10:23 pm *ping. do repairs have soundwave too distracted?* MedicalMurdersaurus 10:23 pm *streeeeeeeeettchhes* NoodlesAtNight 10:23 pm \\LOOSE CABLE! GOT IT.\\ Chaoit 10:24 pm .... NoodlesAtNight 10:24 pm *Soundwave makes a small 'go on' motion to Prowl.* Chaoit 10:24 pm -awakeish now. Needs to stop passing out like this- NoodlesAtNight 10:25 pm *Frenzy hears football and he's already down here, so he drops into a chair and kicks his feet up. Might as well see the rest.* MedicalMurdersaurus 10:25 pm This movie so boring every movie watch tv *even Chillsins 10:25 pm I have to agree with her. MedicalMurdersaurus 10:25 pm Us go play football! It more fun than dumb movie! Chaoit 10:26 pm .... Chillsins 10:26 pm Kind of creepy MedicalMurdersaurus 10:27 pm Him go see medic. Broke body still broke with new spark. FakeProwl 10:27 pm @Soundwave «In the interest of keeping you updated on my other relationships, you should know that I'm no longer dating Quark.» Chaoit 10:27 pm Yeah..uh... NoodlesAtNight 10:27 pm \\I'LL PLAY WHEN IT'S DONE. I WANNA SEE IF HE DIES AGAIN.\\ Chaoit 10:27 pm Not gonna...not gonna ask MedicalMurdersaurus 10:28 pm 😃 Chillsins 10:30 pm A man just died though. FakeProwl 10:30 pm ... So he doesn't care that the other player he trained just died. NoodlesAtNight 10:30 pm @Prowl: (txt): Surprising. *Stops to consider that.* Negative. Not surprising. Unexpected timing. Soundwave can request reasoning? MedicalMurdersaurus 10:31 pm It okay. Bot die all the time. Whatever. Him win :> Chillsins 10:31 pm Look at all that jizz. Chaoit 10:31 pm Right....uh...not asking. Again. NoodlesAtNight 10:31 pm \\MAYBE HE'S ALL MIXED UP OR SOMETHIN'. TWO DEAD GUYS, A FRIEND COMIN' BACK, 'N A WIN. CONFUSIN' STUFF.\\ FakeProwl 10:31 pm @Soundwave «... No. It's not my business to share. Just incompatible personality differences.» NoodlesAtNight 10:33 pm *His hands fidget a bit. He senses something juicy, but... he can't have it, so he stays quiet for a few seconds to get control of his words.* FakeProwl 10:33 pm *oh, VERY juicy. but prowl isn't sharing it.* NoodlesAtNight 10:33 pm @Prowl: (txt): Understood. Notification appreciated. Anything needed? Chaoit 10:33 pm -yawns- NoodlesAtNight 10:34 pm \\TRAINER GUY GOT KINDA FRAGGED OVER. ALL THAT 'N HE AIN'T GOT HIS FRIEND ANYWAY.\\ MedicalMurdersaurus 10:34 pm Confusing NoodlesAtNight 10:35 pm [[Why?]] FakeProwl 10:35 pm @Soundwave «... No. I'm glad it's over.» MedicalMurdersaurus 10:35 pm dead not dead dead not dead alive? NoodlesAtNight 10:36 pm [[This seems to be his final body.]] FakeProwl 10:37 pm *... rubs the back of his neck. Getting his memory wiped out...* Chaoit 10:37 pm -wait, what happened to him?- NoodlesAtNight 10:37 pm @Prowl: (txt): ...Also unsurprising. However, if Prowl -- Prowl touching neck. *Subtle hand offer.* MedicalMurdersaurus 10:38 pm This movie dumb. Them do fight club instead. Chillsins 10:38 pm *Looks more bored with this segment than anything.* MedicalMurdersaurus 10:38 pm Them in parking lot anyway That more fun NoodlesAtNight 10:38 pm *The human made a mess of being the last guy with the wrong memories, can't do it a second time.* FakeProwl 10:38 pm *... brushes hand through Soundwave's hand. not solid tonight.* NoodlesAtNight 10:38 pm *Of all the times for him to be unable to offer comfort.* MedicalMurdersaurus 10:38 pm Fight? :< NoodlesAtNight 10:39 pm [[Quite the opposite.]] Chillsins 10:39 pm That's a little weird, but okay. MedicalMurdersaurus 10:39 pm Opposite 😕 FakeProwl 10:39 pm @Soundwave «I'm fine.» Chaoit 10:39 pm ...I'd say I didn't understand it, but I think I slept through most of it MedicalMurdersaurus 10:40 pm It dumb. You fight Soundwave now? :> Chaoit 10:40 pm No MedicalMurdersaurus 10:40 pm :< NoodlesAtNight 10:40 pm @Prowl: (txt): Acknowledged. Unfinished statement: If Prowl: glad, Soundwave also. Best outcome. [[He's not fighting anyone. He has plenty to fight here on his own planet.]] [[He will send you a copy if you wish, Blaster.]] Chaoit 10:41 pm Ah, thanks, but I doubt I'll have time. NoodlesAtNight 10:41 pm *Small nod.* [[Very well.]] *At least the mech got some rest. He does wonder what all is going on in that timeline that Blaster would dare fall asleep in his base.* *...Also, he feels personally attacked by this song.* Chaoit 10:42 pm We're trying to figure out how to repair some of the more extensive damage done to Cybertron FakeProwl 10:42 pm *idly wondering if that's how the other Soundwave managed to kidnap Blaster* Chaoit 10:42 pm -nope got kidnapped after being thrown out of a space-bridge experiment- NoodlesAtNight 10:43 pm *Cybertron repair u say.* Chaoit 10:43 pm -yup- NoodlesAtNight 10:43 pm *Soundwave leans forward a bit.* [[What damage?]] MedicalMurdersaurus 10:43 pm Bird, this boring. Us go fly! NoodlesAtNight 10:43 pm {{Okay! Onetwothreego!}} MedicalMurdersaurus 10:43 pm :V NoodlesAtNight 10:43 pm *ZOOM through the smallest crack in the doors* MedicalMurdersaurus 10:43 pm keheh <3 Chaoit 10:43 pm ...Megatron was trying to dig to the Core for some reason? MedicalMurdersaurus 10:44 pm *AND OFF HE GOES* ((later nerds :D)) NoodlesAtNight 10:44 pm ((seeya! 😃 )) [[Was he, now.]] Chaoit 10:44 pm That and the cities and downs are kinda ruins ((byyye! Chillsins 10:45 pm *Shakes his head.* Chaoit 10:45 pm Uh...yeah. He had his prisoners and some of the stronger 'cons digging I think he went a bit...insane? towards the end NoodlesAtNight 10:46 pm [[None of them live to be asked?]] Chaoit 10:46 pm Well, Sideswipe was one ...and most other Autobots from my timeline, actually... Prisoners, I mean They got captured and forced to dig alongside the 'cons If that's what you meant? NoodlesAtNight 10:48 pm [[They're unlikely to have been told. The Decepticons involved are dead?]] Chaoit 10:49 pm .....I don't know. You could try asking your alternate, though. He may have a better idea. Chillsins 10:49 pm *Stretches.* All right, losers. It's about time I headed out. Chaoit 10:50 pm But he was...kinda 'banished' to a far out outpost for some reason NoodlesAtNight 10:50 pm [[Farewell, Windchill.]] Chaoit 10:50 pm 'bye Chillsins 10:50 pm Good night, thanks for the movie about dead people. *With that, he rises and leaves.* NoodlesAtNight 10:52 pm [[Perhaps he will. Your kind should as well. Knowing what Megatron intended may give you a better idea of how to undo what was done.]] [[...Or, if nothing else, how to prevent someone repeating it.]] *He's only ever heard of a few reasons to travel to the core and none of them were good.* Chaoit 10:54 pm I hope. I would like an answer....he was insane. Not stupid. NoodlesAtNight 10:54 pm [[Often the case.]] Chaoit 10:55 pm And, yeah, having a repeat would...best be avoided. Chaoit 10:56 pm But other than a large hole that nearly leads straight to the Core, we have to repair the cities...or a city. Our population is not very high NoodlesAtNight 10:57 pm *Taps his fingers against his thigh plating* [[Have you found a source of energon around which to center a first choice?]] Chaoit 10:59 pm Solar. So far we've remained in orbit around a star that the option is viable. NoodlesAtNight 11:00 pm *If Prowl ever wondered how much Soundwave intended to stick to his promise to assist Cybertrons, well...* Chaoit 11:00 pm We're working on a more permanent one, but as long as our orbit doesn't change, we are fine NoodlesAtNight 11:03 pm [[-Solar?- Fascinating.]] Another small series of taps. [[Should you require assistance seeking out that more permanent form, contact him. Certain creatures here are used to find new wells. He would consider arranging the trade of disease preventative and a small trained group in exchange for information regarding your solar form.]] FakeProwl 11:04 pm *is idly considering asking about the solar form as well. but... no. it's dangerous enough that starscream has his servos on an energon extender. the last thing cybertron needs is a fuel surplus.* Chaoit 11:04 pm It's not too terribly hard...getting the amount of solar radiation is the hard part. FakeProwl 11:04 pm *as far as prowl is concerned, it's enough that he now knows where he can ask if he ever decides a solar form would be good for cybertron.* Chaoit 11:05 pm And, thank you for the offer.I will keep it in mind for when it comes up in the meetings again. NoodlesAtNight 11:05 pm *Now, Prowl, just because you know something it doesn't mean Starscream HAS to hear about it. He knew much Megatron never did.* [[You are...]] Oh, the word feels wrong. [[...Welcome.]] FakeProwl 11:06 pm *well, why would prowl ask for the form now if he's not going to hand it over to starscream? it's not like prowl has use for it.* NoodlesAtNight 11:06 pm *Because they may not always have access to Blaster, and Starscream may not always be leading.* *Bleh bleh BLEH. If only keeping his promise involved less politeness to alternate mini-nemeses.* *This is out of his comfort zone, damn it.* Chaoit 11:08 pm -Oh, suck it up, he has to play nice with the Shockwave from his timeline after the glitch tried to shoot him on sight- NoodlesAtNight 11:09 pm *Fine. At least Blaster's never magnetized himself to Soundwave and gotten Soundwave thrown out of his own home...* FakeProwl 11:09 pm *Prowl's boss is his direct, native nemesis. both of y'all suck it up.* NoodlesAtNight 11:09 pm *Prowl wins.* *...WAIT. No he doesn't. Starscream never formally reciprocated that.* *PROWL'S CHEATING. CALL THE COPS* FakeProwl 11:10 pm *WHICH IS EVEN WORSE* Chaoit 11:10 pm -Prowl wins that round- Chaoit 11:11 pm -And isn't Prowl already jailed?- FakeProwl 11:11 pm *yeah. by his boss.* NoodlesAtNight 11:11 pm *...Good point. Let's not get his sentence extended.* Chaoit 11:12 pm -There we go- NoodlesAtNight 11:13 pm *Soundwave sits back again, satisfied for now. He will probably inquire as to progress next time he sees Blaster.* Chaoit 11:15 pm -Wednesday then?- NoodlesAtNight 11:15 pm *If Blaster makes that. If not, the next of these.* Chaoit 11:16 pm -Maybe he should just start bringing his reports here too, huh?- -Well, ,the finished ones. This one is still being edited- NoodlesAtNight 11:17 pm *It's a friendly inquiry! Er... 'friendly'. He's just eager to be of service to struggling alternate planets and learn more about different Megatrons.* Chaoit 11:18 pm -'Friendly' huh? Okay, 'wave, he can roll with that- NoodlesAtNight 11:21 pm @Prowl: (txt): Time left before departure necessary? FakeProwl 11:21 pm @Soundwave «I'm still not allowed to work because of my recent injury. So I'm available all night.» Chaoit 11:23 pm -stands and stretches- Right. Need to get back to work. Thanks for the movie, g'night NoodlesAtNight 11:23 pm [[Farewell, Blaster.]] ((thanks for comin!)) Chaoit 11:24 pm ((it was fun! Thanks for showing NoodlesAtNight 11:26 pm (txt): ...Should not keep -all- night. However, if Prowl wishes, first repayment possible. Alternative: other activity. FakeProwl 11:28 pm *thinks the offer over* ... I've been using the forced vacation to try to catch up on my sleep, honestly. NoodlesAtNight 11:29 pm (txt): Also accepted. Expectation: first time deep rest possible in many vorns. FakeProwl 11:30 pm Pf. That's not much of an exaggeration. NoodlesAtNight 11:30 pm (txt): Good. Exaggeration unintended. That, done when own war ended. (txt): Desire acknowledged; Prowl rests. Extended contact another time, perhaps. FakeProwl 11:33 pm *nods* I'll see you next time. *... leans head slightly in? they can't PHYSICALLY touch, but* NoodlesAtNight 11:34 pm *Oh, good. He wanted to do that, but felt ridiculous just trying by himself given the situation. He'll lean in and be careful to go exactly to where the solid holo would stop.* NoodlesAtNight 11:35 pm (txt): Dream well. Obvious suggestion: House arrest removal. {humor} FakeProwl 11:38 pm Hm. Sounds like a nice dream. NoodlesAtNight 11:38 pm *Small nod.* *Which sort of would end up a nuzzle of sorts were that solid but who's counting.* FakeProwl 11:43 pm *well. he's already said his farewell. time to actually go.* *farewell ping. avatar disappears.* NoodlesAtNight 11:45 pm *Soundwave vents and sits back against his seat for a minute to stare up at his ceiling and think. There's a lot on his plate now. Life keeps getting ever more interesting...* *He'll eventually get up and move things back where they go before heading up for recharge of his own.*