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mossyscavern · 1 month ago

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Will I know then?

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“Bee..?! Why are you here?!” Megatron asks.

“I came to see you, want to stay with you.” B-127 said, staring up at megatron with his big blue optics. “… go back to Iacon.” He said to bee, seeing the sparkling deflate.

“Wha-? I came all this way to see you-! Why?!” He asks, pouting at megatron. “Bee. Go home. You’re not supposed to be here.” He told him, turning away from the sparkling.

Walking past his officers. He already had one sparkbreak, he’s not having another-. “I’m not going anywhere!” Bee said, megatron flinched, looks down and Lo and behold. Bee in front of him.

He turns his helm behind him, where the youngling was and turned back to bee, blinking his optics. “How’d you end up in front of me? You weren’t that fast.”

He told, remembering how slow b-127 was because of his peds, he also carried him most of the way on their journey. “Oh, I can do this now!” Bee said, using his wheels to roll around from Soundwave, in between starscream and shockwave, then back in front of him again.

It was surprisingly faster then how he’d got around before. “… impressive. But no.” He tries to say, trying to moving onwards, around bee… only for bee to end up in front of him again, almost stepping on him.

“I’m not going!” Bee, announced, making megatron groan.

“Yes you are.”

“No! I’m staying. You can’t make me!” Bee argues, stomping his ped.

“Yes I can. Go home.” Megatron argues back, pointing the way back to Iacon. “And what are you going to do about it?” Bee asks, raising his optic ridge, megatron vents, deeply… bee is a lot smaller than he is.

He can easily pick up bee return him to Iacon… or he can call ori-.. prime and tell him that bee is here… no. That’s gonna cause too many conclusions. Fragging pit, how is he supposed to return bee to Iacon.

“Megs, I’m staying. You don’t have a say in this.” Bee said, crossing his restarlueus with a pout. ‘Primus below.’ Megatron thought, digits pinching his enstril bridge. “Fine. You can stay.” Megatron concluded.

His decepticon officers celebrated behind bee while the sparkling still has his restarlueus crossed. “While here however, you’re under mine and the high guards care until we find a way for you to go home, understood?”

Megatron asks, watching the sparkling think hard before nodding.

“I accept those terms.. I’d like alteration please.” He asks, reaching his servos up, making a grabby servo gesture towards megatron.

The now war frame shake his helm with a huff, knelt down, scooped up the sparkling and held bee in his restarlueus.

“Happy?” Megatron asks, raising an optic ridge. “Very.” Bee answers, his smaller restarlueus wraps around megatron’s neck guard. “I miss you…”

Megatron stares down at the content sparkling with surprise, before sighing and return the hug to bee, whispering only for bee’s audio receiver to hear.

“I miss you too.”

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Phew… sorry, I thought I’d make an aftermath of this baby deceptibee fic I’ve done right here ->(watching the world, through the eyes of a child)<-

Another of @yuukirita’s au! It has been a long while, since I’ve done transformers one stuff… the uh.. inspiration is still from that art they did.

Here’s the link to the art directly, still by the same person: -> reunion <-

#transformers side of the cavern #transformers one #transformers au #transformers #baby deceptibee au #baby bee au #megatron #d 16 #b 127 #bee #bumblebee #I tried getting it as close to the speech bubbles as I possibly can #… hope I did well

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oryyyzas · 11 months ago

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My mother just stated that busy people can't be depressed because they don't have time to be sad :D like what when I'm busy I get sad

Followed by "why are you not sad when working during weekends (I work with her)". I am, do I need to start crying during it?

#ori's things #personal vent #vent post #vent

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xmads-omensx · 3 months ago

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Part 4

Word Count: 1,729

Pairing: Noah Sebastian X Reader

Content Warnings: fake dating, swearing, vague mentions of alcohol, argument, vague slut-shaming

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“What the fuck are you doing here?” Noah asked, angry at the fact that she had showed up, uninvited once again.

“Because I don’t want you seeing other women.” She shouted back.

“Other women?” I intervened, sensing Noah’s discomfort. “He’s my fucking boyfriend.”

“Oh wow. So you’re fucking this slut now?” She shrieked.

“Shut the fuck up!” Matt called form the hallway, saving us from the perpetual hell we had found ourselves in. “Seriously, can we just enjoy the party?”

Grace huffed and walked away, clearly not wanting to be kicked out of the party just yet, but I’m sure that was where the night would be heading.

Noah’s demeanour had visibly changed since we had exited his bedroom. He seemed angry, tired and sad all at once.

Placing my hand on his arm, I offered him a comforting squeeze. The bare skin of his tattooed forearm was warm. I could feel the hairs stand up as my hand caressed his arm.

“We can just ditch the party if you’re not up for it and just watch some anime instead? I’m sure that Jesse and the others wouldn’t mind.” I suggested gently.

“No. I can’t just let her win like that. Besides I have a girlfriend and I think she wants to have a good time tonight.” Noah said with a sigh, winking at me when he said ‘girlfriend’ as if he and I were in on a little scandalous secret together, which we were in fairness.

I laughed softly at his reply, my eyes briefly flitting to his lips that were extraordinarily close to my own.

“I think she does too.” I smiled up at him before gently taking his large hand in mine and walking back towards the stairs.

The party downstairs was lively. Jesse was animatedly talking to Davis about something that, based on his hand gestures, seemed to have been very exciting.

JT and Clint were chatting with Folio and Bryan in one corner, hiding from the rest of the party.

Grace snarled at me from the kitchen, furious that I had apparently stolen Noah from her. Good. The bitch deserved to hurt.

My phone buzzed in my back pocket, quickly checking it I saw that it was a text message from Gabi on our trio group chat from work checking in about how the party was going. I shot back a quick reply telling her that it was good so far, but Noah’s ex was here. I knew that I would want to vent to her about it later in the week.

She shot back a quick reply letting e know that she was anxiously awaiting the debrief next time we were at work.

Noah walked over to where Matt stood talking to Orie. They were the three quieter men, so they tended to huddle together at events like these to avoid any unnecessary social interactions.

Jesse, however, was the complete opposite and rushed over to me, gushing about the latest book he had read, filling my ears with his excited ramblings as he detailed the plot, the characters, the ending, everything.

I always admired how passionate Jesse was about reading. Sure, it was only a simple hobby, but the depth in which he took his perceptions of every single detail were truly remarkable. It was no wonder to be that he was so good at songwriting.

The way that his eyes lit up as he talked about his favourite scenes and characters made me smile.

Noah walked over to us after about ten minutes and snaked his arm around my shoulders, pulling me close, before placing a gentle kiss on the top of my head, clearly conscious of the glares that I had been receiving from Grace.

He was very good at putting this act on.

Over the past few weeks of this, I began to resent moments like these.

The way his body was warm against mine. The way I could the vibrations in his chest with every single word that he spoke. The way that I could feel my own heart begin to quicken as he neared me.

Part of me wished that I had never made up the stupid lie in the first place.

Wished that I had never kissed Noah in that car park.

Wished that I wasn’t stood in his arms at a party, pretending.

Wished that I wasn’t pretending to love him.

I hated it.

Luckily for Noah and I, the party flew by with no further interference from Grace.

Part of me was put one edge by this fact since, well from what I had heard at least, she was bound to cause some drama at some point. But the smile on Noah’s face as he talked to his friends put me at ease.

Until it was getting towards the time people started to leave.

Matt, JT and Clint left together, followed by many other partygoers, leaving the people who lived in the house, me and Grace.

Fuck.

Getting her to leave might prove difficult.

She was very obviously drunk. Her slender figure swaying to and fro as she walked towards Noah, Jesse and I.

Jolly was stood by the front door, frustrated, as he held it open for Grace, who hadn’t seemed to have taken the hint.

Apparently she realised that was her queue to leave as Jesse pulled up the Uber app on his phone to book a cab to take Grace home. She leant against the wall with a shaky hand as she guided herself towards Jolly’s open hand and the open front door.

“You know, Y/N?” She slurred. “You’re just like me.”

The four of us, besides Grace of course, looked at eachother with a confused expression plastered across our faces.

We were nothing alike.

“What do you mean?” It was Jesse who spoke up.

“Using Noah like she is.” Grace slurred. The room went silent.

“I’m not using Noah.” I defended.

“Yes you are. You slut. You saw a handsome man who was already obsessed with you, and dove right into his bed. I don’t blame you though, he’s reeeaallly fucking good.” She giggled, looking at Noah who shifted uncomfortably, his eyes darting straight down to his shoes as Grace looked him up and down with suggestive eyes.

“Leave Noah out of this and go home.” I said, frustrated.

“Why would I leave Noah out of this, you’re screwing HIM over.” She yelled.

“No I’m not.” I defended.

“You so are, you slut, you’ll fuck him and get him hooked on you because he’s already in love with you, then you’ll leave him in the dirt.” She screamed.

“Who the fuck do you think you are, coming into my boyfriend’s house unannounced, then yelling at me.” I snarled back at her.

“I just want what’s best for Noah. And that definitely isn’t a slut like you.” She finished with a laugh, just as Jolly gently grabbed her elbow and escorted her outside to the uber we had called for her.

The room descended into a deafening silence.

Jesse said nothing.

I said nothing.

Noah said nothing.

After all, Grace was right, I was using Noah. I was using him to scare off my boss. Granted, he was using me too, but the principle still stood.

“She’s wrong, Y/N.” Jesse started, just as Noah began to walk towards the kitchen, past me. “You’re not a slut.”

“I know that.” I mumbled.

Noah didn’t say anything.

Why didn’t he say anything?

If he was supposed to be my boyfriend, why didn’t he defend me? Stand up for me?

Sure, having Jesse comfort me was nice, but it wasn’t what I wanted.

I wanted Noah.

I wanted him to tell me that everything was okay, because I would believe him.

I would always believe him.

“Noah, she’s lying.” I said calmly. There was no way that he could possibly believe her. Grace was quite literally the least trustworthy person on the planet, yet her words had sent Noah into silence.

“Noah say something to her man.” Jesse said.

Noah opened his mouth as if to speak, but no words came out. Instead he sighed and looked at his shoes before retreating upstairs, presumably to his bedroom.

“What’s his deal.” I said. I intended it to be a question, but it came out a lot more frustrated than I meant it to be.

“Do you want me to go talk to him?” Jesse asked.

“No, just leave him to it.” I said, sitting down on the sofa with a defeated sigh.

“Are you doing okay?” Jesse asked. “She said some seriously fucked up stuff.”

“I’ll get over it.” I shrugged. “But I’m not sure Noah will.”

“What do you mean?” He asked, tilting his head.

Jolly came in and joined us on the other sofa.

“Well, he’s not exactly going to want to keep doing this with someone who is just using him and will leave him when they’re done with him.” I said with a sarcastic laugh.

“What do you mean? That’s not what’s going to happen.” Jolly asked with a laugh of disbelief.

“No, Jolly, that’s exactly what’s going to happen.” I started with a dejected sigh. “Noah and I are using eachother. That’s the point of this arrangement. I use him to get rid of Stephen. He uses me to get rid of Grace. Then we’re done.”

Another silence enveloped the room. This time more painful than the last.

“Just like that?” Jesse asked with a slightly sceptical tone.

“Yep.” I said bluntly.

“But that can’t just be it.” Jolly said, leaning forwards in his seat, resting his elbows on his knees.

“Except it is, Jolly. It is over. Just like that. Noah and I made an agreement and we’re sticking to it.” I said with an accidental edge to my voice.

“Y/N stop.” Jesse said calmly, placing a hand on my shoulder. “It’s not his fault.”

“Well it’s not my fault either!” I yelled, standing up and shoving Jesse’s hand off of me.

“What’s not your fault, Y/N?” Jolly asked with a concerned look on his face.

“It’s not my fucking fault that I’m in love with him okay!” I yelled.

Silence returned into the room.

The sound of my heart beating rapidly filled my ears as realisation seeped into my mind.

Oh no.

What had I just done?

#bad omens #noah sebastian #noah sebastian fic #noah sebastian bad omens #fanfic #noah bad omens #noah sebastian x reader #just for tonight #just for tonight noah sebatian #fake dating #noah sebastian fake dating

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anon-e-miss · 26 days ago

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A Touch of Sight - 13

So startled by Ricochet’s unexpected appearance, Jazz was slow to react as Prowl’s legs buckled. He cursed as he caught the blind Praxian within centimetres of hitting the floor. Venting audibly, he helped Prowl carefully to the ground. The stranger Prowl had called Barricade kept his helm down and his arms outstretched. Ricochet grumbled under his intakes, holding the stranger’s shoulders, completely ignoring to his twin’s presence. It was an ungainly scene. Jazz was not sure if Barricade had fallen in shock at the sight of Prowl or bad dropped into an awkward bow, awkward due to the late stage of his carrying, though Jazz was no medic, it was glaringly obvious. Prowl ventilated quickly as he held his helm in his servos, not quite hyperventilating but close to it. Your Highness, this newcomer had called him. Your Highness. A prince? Even as Jazz wanted to ask himself how could it be, he had known from the first time he had spoken to Prowl that the mech had come from the upper caste of Praxus... but a prince?

“Damn it, Cade,” Ricochet cursed as he tried to help his gravid companion upright. “I keep tellin’ ya to be careful.”

“For pity’s sake, I’m fine, Rico,” Barricade hissed. “I didn’t fall, I bowed. It’s generally what you do when you greet royalty.”

“Wanna explain yerself, Rico?” Jazz asked, only then did his twin look up and acknowledge him with some cross between a sneer and indifference. “After all this time, I woulda thought the first place ya’d go was to see Ori.”

“I’m not here for either of you,” Ricochet retorted. Jazz resisted the urge to go off on him. Maybe if they had actually fought before they would be over all of this. “I’m here for Barricade.”

“If you get into a fist fight with your twin after dragging me all this way, I swear to Primus and Unicron both, I will throttle you,” Barricade warned. The mech’s red optics glowed against a gold plated face. He looked up at Jazz. “Both at you.”

“He will,” Prowl said, voice breathy as his ventilations returned to normal. Pearls of condensation covered his browridge. “Barricade’s preferred method of separating a fight is to clang the offenders helms together.”

“I was sure you were dead, Your Highness,” Barricade said. “Or I would have looked for you.”

“It was best that you did not,” Prowl replied. “It would best that you forget you knew me at all.”

“I don’t understand,” Barricade asked.

“Smokescreen.”

“Who or what is Smokescreen?” Ricochet asked.

“Who,” Jazz said. “Prowl, is someone lookin’ for yer mechlin’.”

“No,” Prowl said. “Because no one knows he is alive. They assume he burned when Nightstalker made Praxus his pyre. It is better this way. There is no need for him to pay for the sins of his originator.”

“Smokey’s that monster’s creation?” Jazz asked. “Y’re?”

“His brother,” Prowl replied. “I was his Lord of Law. Barricade was one of an elite group of enforcer who served me directly.”

“Ya didn’t just get burned in the hellfire,” Jazz spoke aloud the guess he had made at first sight of Prowl.

“No, Nighstalker ordered me blinded for my treason,” Prowl explained. Smokescreen found me and we escaped as Nightstalker ascended his throne for his final triumph.”

“He always took more after you,” Barricade sighed. “He was always clever and brave.”

“Where have you been?” Prowl asked. “I thought you dead. I thought... everyone dead.”

“The sewers,” Barricade said. “We used them to get to the old city. We lost some to collapses during the Cataclysm. We lost more when we ventured out and got picked off by Seekers, most and but also bands of survivors from the Army of the Grand Alliance and then there were the raiders/scavengers. We thought we were all scrap when we ran into the Cliffs of Glass but Nightbeat found a narrow path into the mountains and we found and settled in an old bandit village.”

“How’d ya find Rico?” Jazz asked. His twin bristled.

“I, we didn’t,” Barricade said. “He ran into one of our hunting parties. They’d been cornered by Seekers and he...”

“Saved your aft,” Ricochet interjected. “Frigus came on fast ‘n hard so Cade threatened to lock me in a box if I did anythin’ dumbaft ‘n I ended up stayin’.”

“What brought ya to Iacon?” Jazz asked. “It had to been a rough journey in yer condition, Barricade.”

“He insisted,” Barricade pointed at Ricochet. “More than that, he got the others on his side and I got outvoted.”

“What do you mean?” Prowl asked.

“No medics in the village,” Ricochet said.

“I am not the first one of our lot to get sparked up,” Barricade interjected. “We’ve managed.”

“His peds have been swellin’,” Ricochet said.

“Which is normal in carrying,” Barricade argued.

“Not like this,” Ricochet countered. “He’s been gettin’ helmaches. Faintin’. Vos was closest but they’d kill me and do Cade worse... So the choice was the Towers or Iacon ‘n Iacon won the coin toss.”

“Ratchet’s ‘round somewhere,” Jazz said. “He’s been treatin’ Prowl for... all o’ this.”

“What happened?” Barricade asked.

“A madmech thought I was a demon and tried to burn us all alive,” Prowl sighed. “When are you due, Barricade?”

“Sometime this stellar-cycle,” Barricade said. “No medic so no exact date.”

“It must have been a terrible journey in your condition!” Prowl exclaimed.

“I sat in a wagon,” Barricade said. “He pulled. We would still be in the Manganese Mountains if I’d been walking.”

“All the same,” Prowl said. “Jazz can you guide the way to my room? Barricade can rest while you find Ratchet?”

“Good plan.”

“I’m fine,” Barricade assured Ricochet. Jazz could feel Prowl’s tension as he helped the blind mech to his peds.

“Y’re dizzy again,” Ricochet said, audibly worried. Of course he was worried, Ricochet would not have brought him to Iacon unless he was terrified for him.

“Perhaps I can help?” Jazz slumped his shoulders with relief. Prowl turned his helm, looking unseeing at the newcomer. Jazz lightly squeezed his servo, reassuring him.

“Bet ya can, Boss Bot,” Jazz said. “Barricade here needs to see Ratchet. We was gonna take’m to Prowl’s room.”

“How about I carry you over, Barricade?” Optimus offered, kneeling with more grace than a mech his size ought to be capable. Ricochet knew who Optimus was, despite never meeting this Prime. He set his jaw as he nodded his helm and whispered reassurances to his lover.

“I’m fine,” Barricade grumbled.

“I recall you saying that once when you had taken a shot, mere centimetres from your spark,” Prowl said. “Do not make a fuss for pride’s sake.”

“Yes, Your Highness,” Barricade said and Jazz felt Prowl wince. Prowl did not see Optimus look at him with a flicker of recognition. Jazz felt his own wave of unease. Ricochet was silent as they walked the short distance to Prowl’s room. Just as they arrived, Jazz saw a familiar pain in his aft approach.

“Magnus...” Prime sighed.

“Ya deal wit’m,” Jazz said. “I’ll get Ratchet for’m.”

“I’d rather you deal with Magnus,” Optimus replied. He set Barricade on Prowl sick berth. “But unfortunately, he is my burden. Rest easy Barricade, there is no better medic than Ratchet.”

“He’s probably in his lair,” Jazz suggested. Prowl slipped from Jazz’s steady hold and reached out his servo, feeling his way to Barricade. Prowl may have been Barricade’s lord, but Jazz thought he had also been his friend. “I’ll get’m.”

“Go with him,” Barricade ordered, looking pointedly at Ricochet. He waved his servo at them. “Work whatever this is out of your system. Please.”

“Alright,” Ricochet said. “Alright. Rest, Sweetspark.”

“Says the one who walked over a thousand kilometres while dragging my aft,” Barricade snorted.

“Lead the way,” Ricochet said.

Jazz nodded. There was a lot he wanted to ask and a lot he wanted to say. Though he understood where Ricochet anger came from, that did not mean Jazz did not resent his twin walking out on not just him but Ori too. He understood, or maybe the truth was Jazz did not understand. He had never been conjunxed, or even had a long term lover so he really could not truly understand how much losing Artfire hurt Ricochet and how much that pain could twist a mech or how much anger could well inside one. Ricochet had killed the mech who had murdered Artfire but the anger Ricochet had felt for Sentinel Prime had not ebbed with his death. To some degree it had become imprinted on Jazz and Ori and it was not something Jazz was able to just accept. It was not like Jazz had gone looking for Optimus Prime. It was not like he had ever aspired to serve a Prime but he had come across Prime, fending off thugs set to lynch a professor and her students and he had more or less fallen into his current role. Ricochet could not see Optimus, and as a result Iacon was not the same as Sentinel. The thoughts swirled in his helm but the gravid mech’s warning rang true. He did not want to stress the mech, if Barricade could not gather the coordination to throttle him for stirring up Ricochet, Ori would, for Barricade’s sake.

“He’s on a hab-call,” Ironhide declared when Jazz found Ratchet’s clinic empty.

“Thanks,” Jazz replied. “Outta warn ya, Magnus is back.”

“He’s Prime’s problem,” Ironhide replied. “Because he doesn’t wanna be mine.”

“We’ll wait,” Jazz said. “Think ya might be able to wrangle the lils for Prowl? He’s keepin’ Ratchet’s newest patient company.”

“Sure,” Ironhide replied.

“Are ya at least gonna drop in on Ori while yer here?” Jazz asked.

“‘N if I say no?” Ricochet asked. “Will ya ambush me wit’m anyway?”

“No,” Jazz replied. “That’d stress yer Barricade ‘n that would have me on the outs with Prowl ‘n Ori both.”

“Cade wants to meet him,” Ricochet said. “Prowl yer sweetspark?”

“No,” Jazz said. “But maybe... the prince thang... is a complication.”

“He’s right to hide the mechlin’,” Ricochet declared. “Puppet king or scapegoat, neither’s any good.”

“No,” Jazz agreed. “He never mentioned it. He’s hidden away in the market, sellin’ crystals. I don’t think he e’er expected anyone to find ‘m out.”

“Meet ‘m through Ori?” Ricochet asked.

“Nah,” Jazz said. “Saw’em bein’ bullied by a couple o’ scammers. He can feel the difference between copper, silver ‘n gold. He called him out for givin’m the wrong coin.”

“Smart.”

“What do ya plan to do after Barricade has the bitlet?” Jazz asked. “Go back to yer village?”

“That depends on what Cade wants,” Ricochet replied. “They all won’t wanna come here.”

“He’s not the same,” Jazz said. “He’s not Sentinel ‘n Iacon isn’t the same for ‘m.”

“He’s a fraud,” Ricochet replied. “I crushed the Matrix o’ Leadership when I ripped out Sentinel Prime’s spark. Ya serve a false god. What’d he do, do ya think, if someone caught’m out?”

“He wouldn’t do anythin’,” Jazz replied. “I don’t know what ya destroyed but I seen the Matrix o’ Leadership, ‘n I saw the sacred flame relight when he stepped in its chamber after it was extinguished for millenia. He’s somethin’ real, Ricochet. But most importantly, he’s good. If Iacon cast’m out, he’d go.”

“Y’re supposed to be too smart to be a zealot,” Ricochet snorted. Jazz shrugged.

“Ya know damn well how much time I’ve spent in worship,” he said. “I don’t worship Prime. I work wit’m so the mecha here are safe, ‘n that includes the Praxians that didn’t make it into the sewers, like yer lover. That includes Polyhexians that escaped the Dead End.”

“Hmmf,” Ricochet crossed his arms and snorted.

“Y’ll see,” Jazz said. “If ya ain’t too stubborn playing blind.”

“Now this is a sight I haven’t seen in a while,” Ratchet rumbled. Ricochet straightened, ill temper forgotten. “You seem to be in one piece.”

“I’m not yer patient,” Ricochet said. “My conjunx is.”

#anon-e-miss writes #maccadams #mechpreg #valveplug #tf prowl #tf jazz #tf barricade #tf punch #tf ricochet #a touch of sight

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prixoruno · 5 months ago

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"how're you doing?" guess.

#ori's doodles #kinda vent

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pilkypills · 3 months ago

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hi here’s the company + amongus playstyles ඞ

Thorin: An unmitigated loser. His instincts about who to trust are somehow always wrong. Dies first frequently. Hates being impostor because he is terrible at lying. Has to constantly be reminded that even if he’s dead he still has to do tasks.

Fili: Likes to play detective and trick other people into saying too much. Stays in the vents way too often and too long. It’s gotten to the point where if the others even see him near one, he’ll get accused and ejected even if he’s innocent. Constantly trying to convince the others to try the additional role options.

Kili: A good, if overeager player. Gets bloodthirsty as impostor and goes for as many kills as he can. Almost always targets Fili first, which usually gets him caught. Says cheesy one-liners too. Average as crewmate.

Balin: Years of diplomatic training have prepared him for this. Can consistently talk himself out of ejection. Very strategic as an impostor. Pulls off the most impressive kills. Camps security cameras as crewmate.

Dwalin: Perceptive, but tends to overreact a lot to getting called sus which makes things worse for himself. Holds a grudge like nobody’s business. Low win rate.

Oin: Plays the game because Gloin wont shut up about it (secretly likes to feel included). Gets caught immediately as impostor bc he doesn’t really give a shit. Does enjoy the task minigames a little. Doesn’t mind getting killed early because hovering through walls is “so much easier”

Gloin: picked up the game because Gimli likes it. Loves the customization options. Has bought matching amogus merch for him and his son. Average level player all around.

Dori: Gets annoyed when crewmates don’t do tasks, even when he’s impostor. Usually the first to respond to sabotages. Very liberal with the emergency button since he’s discovered it updates the task bar.

Nori: ONLY stack kills. Likes high-risk 4d chess moves that rarely pan out for him. As crewmate its impossible to get him to do tasks. King of third-impostoring. Low win rate but having a great time.

Ori: Plays a very subtle impostor game, letting his teammate do most of the kills. Rarely ever caught. Loves tactical door sabotages. Thinks being crewmate is a bit boring.

Bombur: Tends to get voted out because he doesn’t speak up during discussion. A subtle player like Ori. Never holds a grudge and always makes sure to congratulate the winners. High loss rate as crewmate, average as impostor.

Bifur: ONLY interested in the task minigames. If he catches the impostor he will straight up be like ‘I do not see it 😌’ Never rats anyone out, rarely does any killing as impostor.

Bofur: Undisputed Company amongus champion. Cmon. He’s Bofur. He dominates and derails discussion time so no voting gets done. The others always tell themselves they won’t trust him anymore and they forget pretty much every single time. An observant crewmate, too. High win rate on both sides.

Bilbo: Gets away with a lot by virtue of being himself. Everyone feels bad about accusing Bilbo, a fact he smugly uses to his advantage (often to hilarious results). Does his best work with Nori as his partner. They are chaos incarnate.

#a follow up to the drawing i did eons ago sorry it took so long #the hobbit #thorin oakenshield #bilbo baggins #fíli #kíli #balin #dwalin #bofur #ori the dwarf #dori the dwarf #nori the dwarf #sorry for the long post eep

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