#yoooo this is long just a fair warning

[impvlved]

❛ Is THAT what you call tact ?  You're as subtle as a  B R I C K  in the small of my back so lets end this call, and this conversation. And is that what you call a   G E T A W A Y  ?  Well, tell me what you got away with. ‘Cause you left the frays from the ties you severed and when you say BEST FRIENDS means  FRIENDS FOREVER .  ❜                                                                                    — Seventy Times 7, 1757 (2013)

yo yo yo, it’s linc comin’ at you with another muse because I am trash and cannot contain myself. This is my pop punk (don’t call his music pop punk to his face tho) baby Phoenix Henry! I have yet to write up his official bio but you can find his about page with some essential facts HERE and I’ll list a summary below!

Nix plays Jeremiah ���Shooter” Schuman on Suburbia, so he’s been in acting for about three years now and he adores it. God. Anything involving creating and emotion? Sign him the FUCK. UP.

Once upon a time, two hella rich, hella famous Hollywood film producers had a child named Phoenix, and they just let him chill. He went to school in Burbank, California and a lot of the kids in his classes had parents in a similar position of fame, so there was never anything abnormal about his life. He’d go to class, return home to his mansion, and overall experience childhood just like anyone else -- except with added glitz, glam, and luxury. He discovered from an early age that he adored music. 

His parents had gotten him his first guitar and piano when he was four, in an effort to get Nix out of their hair, without realizing that their little ploy would lead to something so much greater. Nix began jamming out with his friends after school when he was ten, and slowly but surely the group of boys evolved to find their sound -- they competed in their first Burbank Battle of the Bands in 8th grade and won over three high school bands, which was a HUGE deal! The pressure was on then -- the group of boys chose their first name, The Switch, and began playing at middle school and high school dances, even landing a gig for the high school senior prom! Nix and his pals did this under their parents’ noses for a while, until they all turned 15 and they’d become “local celebrities” among Burbank’s youth.

Once Nix’s parents caught wind of the band, they ate it up. Mrs. Henry’s response to her son’s talents wasn’t to congratulate him, but rather tell him to work harder, push more -- she placed a call into her friends at Columbia Records and the boys landed a recording deal with one caveat: their name had to go.

Nix came up with their new band name the night before a world history test, when the group of boys’ attempts at a study group capsized. Playful banter and small food fights began (a deviled egg here, a mini hot dog there), but Nix found himself buried in a book of poetry his grandmother had given him for his 15th birthday. The poet? William Blake, one of his all-time favorites. After reading a particularly intriguing piece, Nix looked up, precisely when a small tea sandwich hit him square in the forehead. “1757,” he mused, closing the book. The other boys were silenced and immediately agreed. It wasn’t until later that they realized the name was a result of Nix’s love for poetry -- and the birth date of a one William Blake. In interviews with the band, the boys would tease Nix because of it, but his response would lack no confidence. “If you don’t roll with my boy Billy Blake,” he’d state, eyebrows lifted in defiance, “Then you can’t roll with me.”

So their first record was released in late 2011! And it just   e x p l o d e d   . Within 24 hours they had three songs in the U.S. Top 10 and 6 in the Global Top 50. In 2012, they toured for the very first time, and it only solidified their position at the top of the new punk movement. Suddenly, Nix’s parents took an interest in his life and wanted everything to do with him. They became the band’s managers and pushed the boys to their absolute extremes. Over the next few years, they’d release four singles and three albums -- and any time they weren’t in the studio, they were touring, headlining their own shows and appearing at festivals like Boston Calling, Warped Tour, etc. In 2014, 1757 was one of the Coachella headliners. 

Being the frontman of the band, Nix received the majority of fan enthusiasm -- of both the amazing and... creepy variety. Girls plastered his face all over their walls, fans recognized him even when he tried to go incognito. The fame invaded every single aspect of his life. And, unlike other big stars, the boy found it difficult to face it. In interviews, Nix let his bandmates do the majority of the talking. When he was asked about things, he’d offer nuanced, intelligent answers, but other than that he let his bandmates speak. This gave him the reputation of the “broody, sexy one.” Which, alright, could be kind of true, but he didn’t appreciate how everything about him was idealized and perpetuated as some sort of unrealistic romanticization of his character.

Nix became overwhelmed. His fans didn’t notice unless they really squinted but he began to look exasperated in interviews and backstage access videos. “Is it just me or is he getting hotter?!” was featured in a lot of YouTube comments on their music videos, but only Nix’s bandmates knew the truth -- the lifestyle was eating away at his resolve. And his parents pioneering their every move? It got tiring. They started imposing their opinions on Nix’s songwriting, discouraging experimentation, discouraging change. 

And then Zenith posted an audition for a new TV show, Suburbia. Nix slinked off to the auditions on a day they were supposed to be recording, and got the call about the role the morning after 1757 debuted one of their new singles on Saturday Night Live. Filming for season one aligned with their recording schedule, so he took on the role after consulting his parents, claiming it would be just a one-season gig. He’d record while filming, and finish just before the band’s summer tour would kick off.

After the first season aired, it became apparent that Suburbia was a hit and his character wasn’t going away. Nix fought to balance his two gigs and managed for a bit, until Zenith reached out and asked if he’d be willing to put in more time for Jeremiah’s role. Music had become a chore. The touring process started to toll him. Shortly after returning from a short Northeastern tour in 2015, Nix’s grandmother passed away -- and that was the last straw, the last thing that he needed to know it was time to quit.

The band understood; they’d all grown tired of how vigorously they’d been working. Some had dreams of going to university, others just simply wanted to live a normal life. So, while Suburbia filmed its second season, they worked on producing their fifth and final album. As the second season aired, 1757 kicked off their final world tour. They broke news of their hiatus in January 2017, and their final tour was extended for three months to accommodate for higher ticket demands. They parted ways victorious, and their fanbase still remains hopeful that a 1757 reunion may be underway in the future.

Nix is well aware he can’t outrun the fame he’s garnered from the band -- he’ll always be Nix Henry, 1757′s dreamboy, but now he feels that he can start anew. While venturing further into his acting career, Nix has begun recording a solo album to be released in late 2017 -- but this project has been kept top secret from most people in order to keep his parents from meddling with the project. Nix still runs his YouTube channel he started for the band, but its focus has become more geared to Q&A’s, vlogs, and snippets of original songs he’s written.

He loves words. (So it’s no surprise that he’s got quite the knack for them.) Often, when he’s not working, Nix can be found with his nose buried in poetry collections and the classics. He’s a prolific writer, often writing poetry double the rate at which he pens lyrics, which is perhaps why 1757 went down in the books as one of the most musically and lyrically nuanced bands of this generation.

You can absolutely expect me to pull songs from All Time Low, Blink-182, Brand New, The All-American Rejects, Sum 41, Green Day, Fall Out Boy, New Found Glory, Good Charlotte, The Wonder Years, Taking Back Sunday, Panic! at the Disco, Yellowcard, etc. and say they’re works of 1757. I like the idea of having tangible songs of theirs, and I’m legit pop-punk trash, so. Yes yes yes. If you ever have any recommendations/thoughts on songs that should be in their repertoire, hit me up! I’m always looking!

Nix is a gentle soul. He’s quite the flirt, but he’s quiet -- if he doesn’t see a reason to say something, he won’t. Music is his outlet and that’s where his emotions and thoughts are channeled. If he’s got an issue, he’s more likely to write a song about it than address it directly. See Seventy Times 7 (lyrics above the cut), a song he wrote about a girl who backstabbed him by cheating on him with one of his bandmates. Another example would be Soco Amaretto Lime (also stolen from Brand New), a song about refusing to grow up. See the lines: I’m gonna stay eighteen forever, so we can stay like this forever. And we’ll never miss a party ‘cause we keep them going constantly. And we’ll never have to listen to anyone about anything. ‘Cause it’s all been done and it’s all been said. We’re the coolest kids and we take what we can get. It’s one of their slower songs, more wistful, a bit melancholic. At the time, he was dating another musician he met at a festival, and his parents didn’t approve, hence the repeated lines of: You’re just jealous ‘cause we’re young and in love; you’re just jealous. 

Another example (I promise this is the last Brand New rant I go on, I just love them) is The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot, written pretty shortly after a breakup and -- more notably in his life -- his grandmother’s death. They were close, so his feelings about the situation kind of bled into the song’s original purpose. It was also a disguised letter to his parents following some conversations about toning down the band’s commitments -- It’s cold as a tomb, and it’s dark in your room when I sneak to your bed to pour salt in your wounds. So call it quits or get a grip. You say you wanted a solution, you just wanted to be missed. Call me a safe bet, I’m betting I’m not. Glad that you can forgive, only hoping as time goes, you can forget. He knows he’s a disappointment, he knows he’s letting them down, but this song was written on the cusp of his realization that he really couldn’t do it any longer.

Expect some song posts with lyrics and headcanons or self-paras of his writing process because I’m invested. Wooooooooo.

He’s got tattoos! A lot! And he wants more! Because the world is his canvas, honestly.

Talk to him about words. Tell him your favorite word. He will legitimately be so in love.

Heterosexuality? What’s that? The media’s convinced Nix is some type of ladykiller but he’s just... nope. It makes him laugh.

He has this inherent intensity in his gaze and expression. Like, he could be thinking about rainbows and puppies but fans will be like ‘omfg he’s obviously thinking about the implications of human existence right now’. But like..... also not a lie? He’s quite existential. His lyrics have been known to induce lots of crises, while simultaneously helping people out so it’s like... a huge paradox.

His lyrics are   A B S O L U T E L Y  the ones superimposed onto wilderness photographs on tumblr and reblogged as RP musings. Like, yes. Mhm.

There’s a live acoustic version of the band’s song, You’re So Last Summer (@ Taking Back Sunday, wooo) that brought his fanbase to tears? So yes. That’s kind of the direction his solo album is going in. Words still severe, abrasively true, but... The sound’s less loud and more subtle. Raw.

If I keep going I’m gonna like, put you all to sleep. So! That’s Nix in a nutshell! I want any and all the plots so please feel free to hit me up!! xoxo thanks for reading this long ass post

[shayjay26]

My Rotds Reaction

!!Spoilers for the fifth book of Dragonwatch!!

WHY DID IT START WITH FUCKING KNOX

Newel and Doren better not die

I forgot Seth had wings pg 11

Poor Seth he’s beating himself up pg 18

Oop seth killed another dragon- pg 38

Humbuggle being a devious little fuck as always, he’s shorter than me, that little bitch

Humbuggle said it himself, seth is suffering

Lmaooo seth and his sass i cant pg 57

Sang Rou! Pg 61

The harpies called the unforgivable blade “nightbringer” and retreated, cool pg 63

Ahh, Newel and Doren, same old same old, and on pg 69 nonetheless

I have mixed feelings about Celebrant

YES BRACKEN MY BOI HES GONNA ACTUALLY BE IN THIS ONE

Bruh seth is suffering so much, he’s blaming himself, my god

“I forgot my dictionary. What’s prismatic?” lmaoooo pg 102

Yoooo theyre going to obsidian waste yesss pg 110

Shit, pg 122

Tell me why when calvin said “one less thing to worry about” I thought of hamilton, pg 125

NO, JUST NO. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, pg 144

Ronodin lived in a fucking apartment?! Lmaoooooo, pg 147

LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, pg 151 I FUCKING CANT ITS TOO GOOD LMAOOOOOOOOOOO

LMAO THE FRUIT, pg 152

WHAT THE ACTUAL FLYING FUCK HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY FUCKING SHIT WHAT THE FUCK, pg 153

I’m sorry she just called Bracken her boyfriend?? And suddenly she’s 16??? Wild, pg 154

“Please leave behind that third dart” lmaooooooo, pg 155

You can really tell when I was freaking out the most

I will forever remember the chapter “Captured”

NOOOOOOOOOOOO FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK HE SLICED HIMSELF WITH THE BLADE, pg163

I don’t trust the giants, it’s a brandon mull book, pg 168

What a great page to ruin, Knox, 169, you little shit

I want to trust Dagny, but Brandon Mull is the author

I want to pulverise Knox, I want seth to get the crown and then the giants can rip Knox’s limbs apart please I’m begging atp, pg 172

Bruh there is Mizelle and Lizelle, very creative Brandy, pg 176

LMAOOO, bottom of 177

Finally, Kendra’s getting trained, took long enough, pg 178

So Bracken IS they youngest, pg 185

Ronodin and Bracken were raised together, 186

Bracken was blonde

Ooooh, he had good intentions but he MESSED UP, pg 192

FUCK, ronodin thought he was doing something good, pg 196

I FUCKING HATE KNOX, pg 205

Kill him kill hIM KILL HIM KILL HIM KILL HIM, pg 208

NOOOOO FUCK NO KILL KNOX MAKE HIM FUCKING SUFFER I WANT TO SEE HIM TORN LIMB BY LIMB THAT PIECE OF SHIT THAT LITTLE BITCH, pg 209

He fucking sliced Newel.

I still want that fucker dead, pg 214

Ronodin was riding a bike? LMAOOOOOO, pg 222

Give Kendra wings or I’m throwing hands, bitch, pg 240

WARREN MADE A BLIND JOKE THE FIRST WORDS HE HAD IN THE ENTIRE BOOK, pg 250

Seth boutta have giant blood on his hands too, pg 255

“Fair warning - I can fly, and both of my swords have names” lmaooo pg 256

Yo Kendra be lookin for big foot, pg 270

Uh- it was a Raxtus Gavarog situation there, pg 319

Seth is being like “oH i DoNt WaNt ThEm To PrEtEnD tO aCcEpT mE” bitch you stupid, pg 328

“Come forth, Raxtus the fatherless, and meet your fate.” You would say that you useless fuck of a king you bitch, pg 330

Let’s gooooo, I was so scared Raxtus would die, pg 334

The chapter is called homecoming with what looks like fablehaven, ARE THEY GOING BACK????

NOT THE GODDAMN SPHINX AGAIN, pg 348

MURIEL??? Pg 349

Seth all grown up, he’s not trying to sell things for his soccer team to her anymore, I’m so proud, pg 358

There was no date, pg 362

“I don’t have nightmares, I give them to other people.” “Nice line, you should write greeting cards.” pg 372

I knew it was the translocator!!! Pg 378

Kendra boutta try to kidnap someone, they’ve both changed, pg 381

This is like the immortal snail thing but iron birds LMAOOOOOOO, pg 398

The Fairy King really just made the same deal twice the fuck pg 423

FUCKING SHIT NOT NOW pg 426

Bruh the sovereign skull is in selona pg 428

Sounds like the flash, pg 429

I’m saying “drop it” to the Sphinx like a dog now, look how far we’ve come, pg 443

I fucking hate Knox, please, take him away, pg 472

I feel sick to my stomach, he’s so fucking gross I can’t emphasize that enough, pg 473

YOOOOO MY BOI BRACKY ESCAPED pg 481

VIRGIL WAS THE FUCKING TRAITOR AHHHHHHH FUCKING BRANDON pg 484

The innocent is gonna be fucking Tess isn’t it?

At least Bracken finally managed to escape without Kendra lol

KONRAD IS IN THE SOURCE DOME THING!!!! Pg 503

NOOOOO I wanted seth to keep his powers wtf, pg 520

A shadow HEALER???? TF, pg 521

Bracken was riding his sister… IM SORRY, pg 526

“You want me to carry a Dragon Slayer into battle against my father? Is it my birthday or something?” pg 536

Bruh Seth now is light and will return to the alderfairy what the fuck, pg 543

Calvin is practically a giant now whattttt, pg 552

“You chose death today.” “Yes, yours.” pg 559

Kendra bout to be on the dragon’s side, scaring bracken like that LMAO pg 565

Hermo is my new favorite, pg 576

I love the mental image of Seth slapping Ronodin with his wing like someone would a dog who got in trouble, pg 584

Bruh he started running LMAO, pg 585

“I like when they run.”

A naiad really came in saying “mind if i stare, bracken” LIKE WHO TF SAYS THAT LMAOOOOO, pg 587

“Is it why they flirt with you?” “Next question” LMAOOOO

Lmao newel and doren page 600

“Hi, Bracky. Wanna go for a walk with me? I could feed you some carrots.” LMAOOOO pg 602

“Is that what they’re calling it these days” LMAO

WHAT THE FUCK, actually, I’m not that surprised atp, pg 606

Idk what to do with my life now. Jk. But not. Anyways, not sure if I like the ending, not sure if I don’t. Queen, you better do a rewrite. I read the book basically sleep deprived so I wouldn’t have reacted the same if I was fully rested.

[2018shawn]

prohibited | th x oc

If you grab a dictionary and look up the word ‘inconvenience’,

 you’ll find Tom Holland’s name printed in huge, bold letters. 

a/n: yoooo I actually forgot I wrote this so I'm pretty nervous about posting it actually. this is obvs gonna be a multi-part fic, no idea how many parts lmao. any feedback appreciated 💓

warnings: none 

troupe: strangers → f.w.b → lovers (aka a rocky road)

word count: 1.7k

⌜intro⌟

One of Evie’s most annoying habits, and believe me, she’s been told more than enough times to know, is biting the end of her pen - or pencil - and twisting the plastic cap in-between her teeth. She’d done it since she could remember, it was just a way of releasing tension and nerves, but, considering it’s her boss’s pet hate and he picked up on it every time he entered the room, she really needed to nip it in the bud. 

Evie twirled the black biro in between her index finger and thumb, the lid rattling against her teeth as she sunk further into the chair. Her chair was almost central in the line, pulled up to the longest conference table she’d ever seen in what she believed to be the largest meeting room of the building, and boy is it a gigantic building. “Lindsay on sixth floor said we’re finding out some new big ass movie plot,” Evie’s colleague and friend, Paris, whispered whilst leaning over to her chair from her own. Evie and Paris had been tight ever since she’d started as an intern after leaving school, she almost took her under her wing, showed her the ropes - even went as far as showing her where the fancy coffee capsules were kept. Evie soon learnt that coffee was very much needed when you worked at Sony Picture Entertainment, fancy capsules or not. 

“Yeah well, Lindsay on sixth floor also said Tom Hardy tried to follow her into the ladies bathroom...” She rolled her eyes and turned to her friend, who simply shrugged and pulled away, sitting back straight in her chair. The door to the meeting room buzzed open, a key card access needed for entrance and everyone’s quiet muttering and speculations came to an immediate dead silence. 

Much like the rest of the room, Evie straightened her back, crossing her legs underneath the table in an attempt to sit as presentable and professional as possible. As quick as everyone poised themselves into business mode, they relaxed just as quick. Maria, the super cute food and drinks assistant, who always snuck Evie an extra piece of bacon in her Friday morning sandwich, rolled in her trolley, laughing at the unsubtle atmosphere from the participants in the room. Paris leant over to Everly again, her blonde hair falling in between them both. “Champagne?” Her aggressive whisper drew more attention than she’d wanted, resulting in everyone else concentrating on the huge and expensive looking bottles of fizz on Maria’s trolley. 

Evie’s mouth pulled to the side in confusion, knowing that Champagne only came out on the most appropriate of occasions. Maria set up her display, making sure the champagne flutes were crystal clear as she delicately placed them on the serving table. Another 5 or so minutes of muffled chat and theorising went by when the buzzer sounded again, only this time it wasn’t Maria and her trolley of tricks. 

The amount of nerves that filled the room were uncountable as Mr. Big Boss walked in, otherwise known as Michael Stud. Michael Stud had intimidated Evie, since way back when, but she wasn’t the only one who felt like that. It was normal to be scared of your boss, sure, but when he came storming down your office hallways just because someone from the floor had tweeted about a movie review - it was extra scary. Said twitter user was never seen in the offices again, FYI. 

Michael Stud wasn't alone. Behind him followed a small bundle of five individuals, talking and laughing amongst themselves, which made a nice contrast from the extremely silent room. Evie pulled the lapels of her spring coloured suit jacket together, trying to cover the stupid slogan tee-shirt and she suddenly wishes she picked the formal white shirt this morning. She also wishes she opted for a nice pair of heels instead of the white, canvas converse that she tucked under her chair, also in a bid to hide. Michael began with the formalities, introducing the crew behind him, some of who he offered to sit down, apart from the man with incredibly styled run-your-fingers-through hair who stay attentive at Stud’s side, eyes scanning the room as he admired all the faces in front of him.

Evie felt Paris’ presence yet again, Michael getting knee deep into the reason of why all senior department supervisors were bundled in the extremely warm room on a Thursday afternoon. “He’s been in... films n’ stuff,” she whispered, and Evie tried her hardest to remain professional, keeping eyes forward at all times. “I think maybe that tsunam...”

“Ms. Kershaw, is there something you’d like to add?” Michael asked, his eyes being the only pair that didn’t turn to face her because Michael could hear anything and anyone that would try talk over him. Evie winced, internally, lips pulling into a straight, thin line as she clicked eye contact with Miles who sat opposite. He slyly brought his hand up to his neck and mimicked running a knife across it, making it even harder for her to remain professional. 

Paris shuffled awkwardly in her seat, picking up her pen and looking at her notepad as if there was going to be some miracle excuse written down on there. “Sorry, Mr Stud. I was just speaking aloud really...” Her palms were sweaty, but once she started talking she could never stop. “I thought I recognised our new friend here, and I think, maybe it’s just clicked, from that tsunami... impossible?... film?” 

The handsome boy next to Michael beamed a wide smile, raising his eyebrows, “remind me to hit you up for the next pub quiz” was the first thing the young man had spoken since he’d entered the room and he even sounded attractive. Evie had dealt with her fair share of movie stars, she composed contracts for them for crying out loud, but never in her life had she come across someone who was so incredibly sexy and cute at the same time. 

Luckily, Michael seemed to be in a good mood - probably something to do with the champagne announcement - and laughed along with the guest and everyone else in the room, only making Paris sink further into her chair, wanting the ground to swallow her whole. The five minute introduction felt like five years, not just for Evie but for the entire room. No thanks to Michael’s long and in depth ramblings about the man stood at the front of the room, anyone who didn’t already know learnt his name, the movies he’s been in and yes, it did include the ‘tsunami... impossible... film’ - to which Paris hid her head in her hands as everyone joint in the laughter again - and finally that he was here because he was going to be involved in the remake of something incredibly exciting. “So, everyone, meet Spider-Man!”

Joyous cheers and claps filled the room, not one person in there ashamed to say they were huge fans. Evie was most definitely not ashamed to be fan-girlling, she loved the previous movies and had always been a fan of superhero’s but she pinned that down to the fact she grew up with brothers, and chick flicks were the last thing on the movie menu. The drinks were poured and passed around, Tom giving a small speech about the usual - how grateful and excited he was to be working with everyone, how he couldn’t wait to get started and put his take on the classic.

Tom was his usual, charming self as he made his way around the room to meet everyone and introduce himself; all the time keeping an eye on the girl in the yellow suit. He admired the way she looked smart and professional, but also how her converse and tee shirt brought her back down to normal level. He loved the way her caramel hair hung in loose curls from her pony tail, the shorter front parts of her curls framing around her face, apart from when she would reach up and took them behind her ears.

Evie kept her flute in her hand, not once taking a sip from the fizzy liquid in the glass. She wasnt one to mix business and pleasure, and considering she was head of contractual agreements, she figured she’d have to be drafting up a pretty quick signable paper for Tom to ensure he would not leak the news. Michael was big on secrets, he thought it added to the suspense of a film release. “This is our quiz buff and apparent movie researcher, Paris Kershaw,” Michael spoke, interrupting the conversation between Paris and Evie. Paris’ cheeks flushed red, once again, as Tom outstretched his hand, shaking hers firmly. He’d probably given more handshakes than he’d had hot dinners, so it was very strong and Evie couldn’t help but bite her lower lip as his bicep muscle flexed, the hem of his shirt sleeve stretched against his skin. “And this young lady, is here to make sure what happens at Sony, stays at Sony,” he smiled, holding his hand out to her to signal who he was talking about and she brought her own hand up, modestly waving and smiling. Tom outstretched his arm again and Evie reciprocated, taking his gentle offer. She thought she stopped breathing for a short second when they touched, his thumb wrapping around the back of her hand and gripping with power.

“Evie.” She smiled, realising she was yet to introduce herself, most probably embarassing herself in front of not only her boss and colleagues, but now a movie star.

Tom’s hand tugged at Evie’s arm, surprisingly to her, as she stumbled forwards, the front of her body crashing into his. “Tom.” he had smiled back in the process, as if he hadn’t been introduced a million times and was the sole reason everyone was there. His other hand snaked around Evie’s back, resting on the lower part and she became suddenly nervous, only continuing to hold onto the hand shake in the meantime. “Nice to meet you.” He added, face hovering next to hers and breath fanning against her ear. It was at that moment she got goosebumps, tensing up and only able to nod in return. 

[magicmadscience]

yoooo can we hear some swap au headcanons? anything and everything yes? :0c

Guess I’ve been given free reign for miscellaneous headcanons! Hell yeah!

Fair warning these will probably be pretty disorganized.

Bubbys player is named Flint ! (Get it.. cause fire.. and pyrokines-)

“Bought” this copy of half life cause someone linked it in a discord server saying it was cheap and “only a little fucked up”. He excused most of the bullshit as the game being busted but quickly realized ‘somethin hinky is goin on here’.

Flint has a special interest in robotics (cause girs robotsona) so could hypothetically make small robot bodies for the team! :3c

Game Fuel the skeleton takes the place of Sunkist and is Benrey’s unofficial brother. (G-man didn’t adopt him initially, Benrey just found him, brought him home, and G-man just kinda. ‘You know what, sure. This might as well happen.’) He’s a very peaceful skeleton who doesn’t do much and just kinda. Vibes and plays games. He was a one off joke but I accidentally care Game Fuel so much..

Also game fuel looks like the skeleton model but is wearing a blue party hat. Don’t ask why, I just thought it was funny

On the topic of that swap. Sunkist is Tommy’s dog who just kind of Haunts Bubby after Tommy “dies”. Has the power of sweet voice and is watching over Bubby while Tommys recovering. Making sure Bubby isn’t causing any “trouble” in Tommys words.

Because I love these interpretations of Benrey, I feel like Tommy gets a little less human every act. Not in very obvious ways, but his eyes get brighter, his freckles glow in dark spaces, he’s gotten a little taller.. and then final boss happens-

I realize I haven’t said much about Darnold or Forzen.. they swap with eachother! (Not trying to rip off Mothras AU.. I just didn’t know who else to swap them with sjdjdkd). Forzen is still the last remaining member of the military but not Mean. He’s chill and hiding out in a deserted lab area he’s called his own. And he equips Bubby with a sick cannon arm cause he knows shit about weapons!

Darnold isn’t a part of any military, he’s just a rogue mixologist. Scientist on the loose... You know that one girl from big hero six who uses chemical gasses and stuff to attack? (If I remember that movie correctly).. that’s what Darnold does! Got one of those mouth gas masks, a long lab coat stained with “potions” and acts like a feral scientist. Kidnapped Game Fuel cause he’s curious as to how a skeleton is... you know, living

[yubathegnome]

shakespearean au: sge concept

warning - this is long and contains otk spoilers (and macbeth spoilers lol). no i do not offer refunds for time wasted. but if u don’t read this, i will find u because my fatigue is fuelling me w anger :)

11:00 pm: ok so I was casually floating in a bowl of water (segue- what is the point of baths? you can literally do the same things in ur bed but dry...) thinking about how great a shakespearean au would be... yes, I hate Shakespeare’s pretentious ass and if I have to read Romeo and Juliet one more time, I might obliterate my existence. however, imagine the drama of a midsummer nights dream au- immaculate fairy hallucinogenic woods vibes w the magic of fairies that could be linked to sge, just everyone going insane bacchanal in the woods. sadly there are more characters in this play than unnecessary first years in TCY so I decided to try twelfth night instead. 

12:30 am: ok, I have tried every combination of characters possible for twelfth night (just imagine - agatha in the position of duke orsino and tedros in the position of viola, ah the angsty friends to lovers, the jealousy arc potential, misunderstood love ahh) but I always ended up w an agaphie... incident (sweet home alabama)

2:00 am: tried hamlet, taming of the shrew and king lear (plot is way to depressing)... becoming delusional

2:30 am: I WON’T GIVE UP UNTIL SHAKESPEARE IS AT MY KNEES, HERE I PRESENT U ... MACBETH

macbeth au

if u don’t know the plot... uncultured. jk i blame the british education system for my knowledge of this play but here’s a plot summary

let’s pretend scotland is camelot? yeah, just do it.

also: “Fair is foul, and foul is fair, hover through fog and filthy air.” (aka the only quote i can lowkey remember from year 9 for an absolute trash equivocation essay i waffled)

oh and also “what, you egg?” (he stabs him) - do i even have to explain the amazing significance of this quote? pls keep reading, i’m not insane.

character list:

macbeth - rhian

ok confession - i love rhian, 100% didn’t deserve to die so here he can be the tragic protagonist

outshone tedros in QFG (not that hard tbh) and gave us a glimpse of never!tedros’ potential character similarities - corrupted by evil, assuming that there r good intentions in evil people, kinda power hungry, thinks he deserves a position he really doesn’t, tricked by a prophecy

he’s a simp for sophie lets be honest (soz keian shippers) so the choice for lady macbeth should be...

lady macbeth - sophie 

ok, just imagine, no morals/manipulative sophie slowly going insane and having power over powerful men- my fave trope of her wanting to kill rafal/king duncan but unable to pull through last minute because of her daddy issues... yes <3

slowly going insane cus she can’t balance her evilness and her humanity

the hand washing scene... 

“Look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.”

the guards that are killed by lady macbeth and macbeth - nicola and hort 

they were a cute duo when they investigate in QFG and that’s abt it, hence the short roles

the dagger - excalibur

cursed swords check

3 witches - mistral sisters

bruh this is perfect, i don’t have to explain, this is all slotting into place

king duncan - ... yoooo, does it really matter, just the previous king of Camelot. wait maybe that Uther guy. whatever.

banquo - chaddick 

im tired, ur just gonna have to pretend that tedros is king arthur’s grandson and yes, chaddick’s son

i shall allow chaddick to have an actual role where he is a humble, loyal knight who isn’t just conveniently used to fulfil some random prophecy... oh wait poor guy was wronged so bad in TCY- ok ik he dies in macbeth too but like he has a bigger role here than in the 6 sge books. chaddick/ banquo are good plot devices that only exist so the prophecy makes sense, bingo!

macduff - tedros 

c-section king

he just would be that character with the unique and coincidental part of his past that allows him to be king

young and underestimated check

daddy issues and family trauma

kinda doesn’t deserve to be king but uno what, ~prophecies~ 

(just forget abt malcolm’s existence, i have the power now)

the king of england - agatha

agatha as king... we love to see it yes this is my way of incorporating tagatha just pretend macduff falls in love with the king of england ok.  agatha breaks the news that tedros’ dad has just died- cute comforting scene

 scottish macduff realises the english are ok just like tedros realises agatha isn’t a witch... idk someone write a oneshot

3:30 am:

me: let’s fix all my mistakes w some aesthetic mood board ideas.

*types in “macbeth aesthetic” into pinterest* *chooses the first 3 images*

this is very much adequate

4:00 am; do what you will with this information, people of the internet. this doesn’t even make sense at this point. can’t wait for the black coffee overdose my body will endure tomorrow :) also i love how the sleep deprivation slowly makes my tone more aggressive. im a simp for tagatha but rhian being the main character makes me happy. how do y’all make ur theories and stuff all pretty. WAIT NO COVEN! wait no hester oml... ok maybe the 3 witches might have to be the coven, wow, i can’t believe i’ve done this.

ok imagine them all running around in a circle chanting “Double, double, toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble!” - iconic

 ok, they can be the king of england’s attendants.

4:15 am: haha just brushed my teeth... why is this so chaotic. i cant get myself to proof read this because then i have to acknowledge how much time i have acc wasted so pls be traumatised by this chronic brain puke. will i ever write this fic... probably not but miracles happen. good night girls and gays - sweet dreams :) probs will regret this in the morning... oh how i worship the anonymity of tumblr

ps - currently writing a hate essay on hort which i might never release on fear of assasination by 12 year olds... we love to see it

pps - if u made it this far, idk what to tell u, u have perseverance. or maybe u just can’t read. how do i end these things and why am i treating this like a dear diary blog. goodbye. oh yeah, can some sge accounts maybe like... idk... interact w me uwu. i will go insane if i have to play devil’s advocate w myself any longer... GOODNIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!

[the-goddessfighter]

[Werewolf-Vampire AU -SEQUEL VI: The Awakening of Hybrid Child- ]

by : Little1993lamb for: Temperans-sama / @the-goddessfighter Words count : 3449 Warning : The long awaited of Gaman's transformation as WereVamp hybrid, yoooo!!! Be prepared for that!  

Disclaimer: Gaman, the Batarou love child, is Original Character created by amazing @the-goddessfighter. Not mine, I just borrowed him temporarily for this story at her permission ;D

   @koeharu @metalbatandzenko @dies-first @beautifulnightmareus @guppys-paw @ruby-ess

- VI -

Back to several minutes ago when the Fortress had just breached by Garou's werewolf packs alliances, Garou and Gaman running through the corridors inside the Fortress followed with some of main family packs members including Tareo, looking for the court room which was located on the the center of Vampire Council Fortress. During the room searching, they minimalized the amount of fighting the guards on their way and instead focusing on rescue mission, therefore they're not wasting energy for unimportant fights. If there's royal guards get in the way, other family members will deal with them so Garou and Gaman could continue their mission without any hindrance. They must arrived on the court room quickly before the Judges giving any punishment to Badd, worst if the Judges decided to execute Badd on the spot. Didn't want to waste more time, they run faster towards the intended location.

While running, Garou arranged and explained the rescue strategies to Gaman and Tareo. Once they entered the court room, Garou will save Badd quickly and if needed also fights the royal guard if there's any of them while protecting Badd, Gaman and Tareo will save Zenko and take her to the safer place. After three of them evacuate, Garou will let Badd drink his blood so both of them could fighting together against anyone who will targeting them. One more thing, he instructed Gaman and Tareo to not fights or attacks innocent vampire civilians in the court room especially who's not involved with all of this problem.

If they must fight back, focus on the self-defense and always remember the main purpose of the mission: saving Badd and Zenko. Anything else beside that could wait later after they've got their beloved people back, safe and sound at home. That's their first priority for now. If there's someone trying to snatch Badd from Garou for one more time again after this whole rescue thing, they must deal with Garou's entire packs alliances first. Because this time, Garou was not alone anymore. He had all of his family and friends beside him, ready to help and protect each other.

Gaman couldn't wait to see his father again, it's just been a day without Badd but he's already missing him so much. It feels different when Badd wasn't at home. No homemade cooking, no night hunting or training. No scolding was heard whenever he and his dad doing something mischievous together against Badd. No musical instrument practice with his father and auntie Zenko after training or just listening his father playing violin to entertain his dad. No vinyl record player was heard when Garou and Badd slow dancing together at night, sometimes he noticed they stopped dancing just to share kisses between movements or an intimate embrace (Gaman didn't want to ruin their "romantic moment" together).

No goodnight kiss from his father before they sleep, and definitely no warm cuddle when he sleeps between his dad and his father. Not that he didn't like to just sleep with only his dad like the last night, but it's weird and not completed without his father's presence. And Gaman was sure as hell his dad felt the same, he already saw how much his dad missing his father terribly. Garou looked so lonely and lost without Badd, even just for a day only, showed how much sorrow a werewolf would feel without his Mate. Gaman hates to see his dad got sad like that, that's why he was determinated to take Badd back from the Vampire Council's clutch so they can be together again as family.

After dodging many of royal guards on their way to Badd's trial court room, finally they could see the room's door just a few metres in front of them. Gaman feels happy now he could meet his father again soon, but then he heard loud chaotic voices coming from the court room. Sounds like a big ruckus happened here. Many of those are unrecognized people voices, but one of the loudest voices was exactly coming from Badd! He's in the middle of shouting something to the people in there.

What's happening to him? Is his father okay? It really worried Gaman because he couldn't see or knowing Badd's current situation. Garou seems to realize this too, hence as soon as they're already in the front of closed court room's door, they kicked and smashed the old wooden door so they could break into the room quickly.

The court room's door was broken down and opened forcefully, revealed vampire civilians spectators in chaos, the Judges Elders and the royal family vampire members were being held hostage by several nasty looking pureblood vampires, Zenko who's still struggling from Amai Mask's restrain hold, and in the very middle of the room was a defenseless Badd who's ready to be attacked by Amai Mask's lackeys. Badd noticed their arrival and tried to call his family for help, but Amai's lackeys already in motion to kill him. At the same time Garou also rushing to save Badd.

Time feels stopped around Gaman, everything seems to be in slow motion for him. His father is gonna be executed--, no, to be killed? Why? Because from what he'd heard before Badd was already won his trial, thus he should be free and they can take him back to home as soon as possible. So, why did they still try to kill Badd? What did his father do wrong to them? Why did those people trying to take his father away from him again after all they succeeded to come here? And if Badd was killed right here, how was Gaman supposed to life without him?

Without who carried him in his womb for several months, who brought him to this world, who's the first person greeted him after he was born, who gave him all the motherly love, who showed him the amazing world outside, who taught him the hunting skills and proper manner as a good person in the family (surprisingly for short-tempered man), who always cooked delicious meal for him and his dad every dinner time even though he himself not eating it except for the blood, who singing lullaby or serenade songs whenever he had a nightmare, who allowed to sleep and snuggle between him and his dad, who gives goodnight kisses on his head then on his dad's lips when they thought he's already sleeping, also who gives a good morning kiss when he wake up.

Gaman didn't want to lose his father, and he's sure his dad also feels the same, too. Gaman couldn't imagine how much anguish his dad would feel if he lost his Mate forever, considering most Alpha werewolf would died in brokenheart after the death of their Mate, and Gaman didn't want to lose both of his parents because of that. He wanted to save his parents. He wanted to protect his family. He would do anything to keep his family save, just like what his parents always do. He wanted to be stronger, much stronger than this!  

In his moment of frustation and pure intense determination to protect his family, Gaman screaming his head off while unconsciously activated his leveled up "Fighting Spirit". As soon as it fully activated, his entire body was glowing while emanating a dangerous aura, and his screaming voice gradually changed to a thunderous roar much like Garou's. Gaman's jet-black hair slowly turned into snow white colour like his dad, his legs become werewolf-like legs, all of his nails grow much longer into sharp werewolf claws. His bright yellow gold irises changed into vivid gold colored irises and his normally white scleras turned into black colored ones, makes his eyes looked exactly like Garou. His fangs also become more elongated and sharper until it clearly seen peeked between his lips. And finally, he sprouting a pair of wide leathery vampire wings on his back, but instead of normally pitch black colored like Badd's or common other vampires' one, it was beautiful fair white colored like Werewolf Garou's fur color.

This is Gaman's awakening form, where he successfully transformed into his real Werewolf-Vampire Hybrid form: half werewolf and half vampire. His overall appearance showed that he's indeed a love child between a werewolf and a vampire, combination of Garou's and Badd's traits. Not only Gaman got their physical appearances, but also his parents' inherited special ability. Werewolf tribes, especially Alpha ones, have incredible brute strength quick regenerative power. So from Garou's side, Gaman will have advantage to use those traits for his martial arts skill. Vampire clans, exactly tame vampire clan, have "Fighting Spirit" which often used for guarding royal family clan. So from Badd's side, Gaman will have great durability and stamina during fighting.

A brief seconds after transformation, Gaman immediately charged very fast towards Amai's lackeys who's going to attack Badd then kicked and knocked them all unconscious with quick graceful movements. After that, with his channeled "Fighting Spirit" into his claws, he broke Badd's restraint chains with one swift clawing motion. Once Badd got free, Garou rushing in to hold Badd in protective embrace, make sure he was okay. Amai Mask, who's pissed off because his plan was ruined, becomes off-guard at keeping Zenko still.

Knowing Amai was getting off-guard, Zenko gathering her remained "Fighting Spirit" power and elbows Amai's solar plexus as hard as she could then striked him hard on the jaw until he's toppled down as Zenko freed herself from his hold. Zenko joining their family, gathering together in the middle of the court room while the rest of family packs member stand-by on the entrance, waiting for next instruction from their Big Boss.

All of the audiences, both the Judges and Spectators, were shocked seeing what was happening in here. This was the first time they saw a Werewolf-Vampire hybrid exist, and not as what they thought previously. Instead of abominable creature like they imagined before, it was actually the most stunning being they've ever seen. Never expected that from a forbidden mating of werewolf and vampire could resulted in birthing a hybrid this beautiful.

On the other hand, Garou and Badd were also very astounded by Gaman's awakening transformation. They never thought that the day they could see their child transform into his final form finally comes. It's a really great achievement! Badd could feel his heart swell with proud feeling for Gaman, while Garou give a soft smile (looked more like smirk) of full approval to Gaman. Zenko also very happy to see his dear nephew already grow stronger than before.

Still being held hostage, the Judges Elders who were flabbergasted for a while asking Gaman if it's true that he's Badd's own hybrid child. Gaman answered yes it's true, he's the child of Badd and Garou. The Judges continued to ask out of curiosity, if Gaman knowing that a relationship between a vampire and a werewolf is forbidden, which violated the Vampire Codes thus it made Badd got in trouble like this. Gaman replied firmly, that he knows everything about the prohibition and the taboo things behind it. But he doesn't care about it all because his parents truly loving each other unconditionally and both of them also become caring partners to their family, too. So it doesn't really matter if they're from different race or not. As long as there's pure love and dedication to commit a relationship together it will be fine, no matter how many obstacles they will faced later.

Amused by Gaman's straightforward answers, they asked why would Gaman suddenly transformed in the middle of Badd's trial, is it to attack everyone in this room as a revenge to what they did for his father. Also, they wondering if his transformation was triggered by some dark intention towards all of vampires race in here. Slightly annoyed by their accusation tone even if it's not intended, Gaman give a firm answer that no, his transformation doesn't even have an ill intention towards them all. He just thinking of his family's safety all the time. So his transformation was purely motivated by the desire to protect them and the strong determination to do it wholeheartedly.

All of the audiences in the court room were stunned by Gaman's honest explanation about his love he has for his parents, proved that he's truly grow up in a caring family within good environments. Badd must hold back his tears so hard after hearing such full of love yet brave confession from Gaman. He's very touched by it that he finally snivelling quietly in Garou's enveloping embrace while feeling so proud and happy because of his son. Same with Badd, Gaman's words also brought Garou nearly in tears (albeit he's not crying), fully approving all of Gaman's pure motivations. He's gazing proudly to Gaman before looking at Badd who's crying happily in his embrace, wiping the tears away from Badd's face while whispering to him, "That's our baby boy, Badd. Protectiveness really runs in the family, eh?".

Their happy moment suddenly interupted by clapping sound that echoed in the court room. It comes from Amai Mask who just recovered from Zenko's hard punches. He mockly said he's quite touched hearing Gaman's entire speech and seeing their little family reunion, but it's be meaningless because they all will be annihillated soon. Amai had already anticipated for this kind of situation before, so he already prepared reinforcement from his whole family members to come into Vampire Council Fortress, with sole purpose on both overthrowing the royal family and destroying the werewolf tribes who gathered in the Fortress right now.

To prevent the counterattack from royal family, Amai already sabotaged all the royal family guards who's in charge on guarding the outside Fortress into siding with him, leaving the royal guards inside Fortress still siding with royal family. He did this so his family members reinforcement could infiltrated into the Fortress and assassinate all the royal family clan. One of the Elders said he can't do that to them, for it was a highest treason act against the Vampire Order. Amai answered it doesn't really matter anymore, because he'd got secure position in Vampire Council with special rights, and also he got supported by entire pureblood vampure family clans who entrusted his family clan to carry out the mission.

In their secret meeting, they've complained that the royal family has been deemed too soft on regulating the Vampire Order that it would even let a traitor from lower class family clan get away with his werewolf newfound family and became a Mate of one wolf pack's leader. They saw it as a disgrace to vampire communities, tarnishing vampire race's pride. So they must trying to get rid the current royal family and overthrow their authority as soon as possible. Thay way, they could reign the Vampire Order with iron clad rule to prove that vampire race is the most superior supernatural being, no weakness allowed.

So they decided to frame Badd the co-leader of werewolf pack as Vampire Codes offender then bring him to Elders Court trial. They make a bet that the royal family would attend the trial and all the werewolf packs would come to the Vampire Council Fortress to save Badd. In that time, they'll ambush them. It's like killing two birds with one stone. Effective and efficient.

As soon as Amai finished explaining his intention, a guard hurriedly running into the court room to relay the information to the Elders, that there's an army of pureblood vampires marching towards the Fortress. Those were Amai's pureblood big family clan ready to besiege all of the Fortress' current residents. Sensing early small victory, Amai chuckled and said this is his time to watch the beauty of crumbling reign from outside, he really anticipated this exact moment for so long. But before he get outside, he told them that he must eliminated the one person who ruined his other plan to kill the vampire traitor: Badd's hybrid child!

He charged so fast towards Gaman with murder intention, but Garou was already blocked and repels the attack before Amai could manage to touch Gaman. Garou and Badd already shielding their son from Amai Mask. Furious about Amai's action, Garou asked what the hell he was doing to his innocent son, and warned that he should never hurt his family member anymore, if Amai still had that intention then he must fight him first.

Amai Mask just playfully answered that it's just a payback from ruining the part of his great plan. Afterall, it's funny to see a werewolf gets so pissed over his so called "packs" and maybe it's interesting to fight Garou again like the old days when he tried to kill Badd himself in their past encounters. At the mention of that horrible past events made Garou's blood boil, but still not letting his guard off and stay alert to what Amai planned to do next. Hearing his family clan army finally arrived, Amai bid his farewell to all of the Fortress residents who will soon be dead at any time from now on and flee from the room's broken window.

Immediately Garou gives the packs his instruction to prepare the upcoming battle from both on the outside or inside the Fortress. Because most the packs' fighter groups already engaging in combat on the Fortress yard, anyone who still could fight in this rescue group should be aiding the royal family and the innocent vampire civillians by evacuating them to more secure place. It's no time to fight over differences between them right now because as Badd had said before this is the change for both sides to helping each other sincerely.

Garou, Badd, and Gaman would join the rescue-fighter group to protect the royal family together, while Zenko and Tareo would join the evacuation team to aid the civilians in the Fortress and to help if there's any people got hurt from enemies' attack. After all the civillians and royal family could be evacuated to safer place, they should guard the said place until the battle ended so no enemies could entered it. Once the evacuation is successful and they guard the place, Garou himself would pursue Amai Mask on the outside Fortress to end their unfinished business, then continue to help outside fighter group along with Bang and Bomb. Badd and Gaman also should gathering with him on the outside, too. All have agreed with his instruction, they preparing on each position already.

Tareo, who's also coming there to brought along Badd's signature weapon metal bat, presenting it to Badd before joining Zenko to evacuation team. Badd was ready to going with Gaman helping the royal family, when Garou suddenly yanked him into his tight embrace. He missed Badd very much and so relieved that he's still alive, safe and sound in his arms. Badd returned the hug with same intensity while caressing Garou's back, he's glad that he still can see Garou again, and he can't wait to return to their home together again.

Smiling at Badd's beautiful happy face, Garou leaned down to kiss Badd deeply, expressing how much he loves his fiery small vampire Mate. Badd also made the kiss more passionate by encircling his arms around Garou's neck so he can kiss Garou more deeper. He really loves when Garou showing his affection like this, even when in public places.

Then Badd peppering kisses to his jaw until his lips on Garou's jugular where he could feel warm blood pumping fast under the layer of flawless white skin. Garou said it's okay for Badd to drink his blood right now, because it's the right time to activate his legendary "Fighting Spirit". Badd kissed Garou's neck as agreement, then proceed to bite down to taste the sweet warm delicious blood, drinking it eagerly. He got the rush of power surge in his body as soon as he gulped Garou's blood, made him feel more excited and energized.

With the needs for Garou's blood replenished, he could transformed again into his Fighter Vampire form at the moment, complete with the wide pitch black leathered BlackBat wings sprouting on his back and activated "Fighting Spirit". Garou smiled at the sight of it, glad that his lovely Badd's badass form comes back again.

After he finished drinking, Garou and him gazing softly at each other for a moment and resumed their kiss again, both as a reunion and good luck kiss. Their sweet moment was interupted by Gaman's coughing voice and knowing looks, signaling his parents it's time to get back in action. Nodding to each other, they finally ready to fight in their own position.

  -TBC-

  Notes:

Garou and Badd please don't PDA in front of your son, just continue your lovey dovey session at home or in the woods like usual later, "privately" 😂😚😎😏

And YAAY FOR BATAROU FAMILY REUNITED TOGETHER AGAIN, WOOHOOO!! ALSO THEY'RE GONNA FIGHTING TOGETHER AS FAMILY UNIT IN THE NEXT CHAPTER YAYYY!!! 👏👏😭💗💘💕💖

On the next part where they're in battle, I'm so sorry for the crap quality of it, I can't even write fight scenes so please forgive me if it feels not satisfying to read aaaaaa I'm talentless at it, so embarassing 😭🙏🙇

 -Little1993lamb-

[cyberneticlagomorph]

>Cyberneticlagomorph is live on Caster! 🔴

>Jack  is back at it again at his ranch in space, his breath fogging in the freezing cold, thin air as he floats around almost aimlessly. The dusty, kelp-grass covered ground beneath him is sprinkled with tools, seedlings, bags of seeds, and his little glowing sunfire friend.

>the chat is filling fast with familiar faces, each excited about space. There’s Paramore playing instead of normal High Wilderness ambiance

>a few giddy newcomers spam the chat with questions

>”zippitydoodumbass: wtf is this? like where is he?”

>”fee-fi-fuck-off: YOOOO IS HE IN SPACE??? HOW IS HE IN SPACE HOW IS HE BREATHING?? IS HE AN ELF?? AN ALIEN?? WTF??”

> apatheticInfinity donates 420 bytes and asks Jack to do a flip, which he does while answering the numerous questions and loudly contemplating adding a FAQ to his stream description

>”Hello i’m Jack, today we’re out in space, specifically we’re in the High Wilderness, which is space but in an entirely different timeline than the one I live in.”

>As he lazily does a flip in zero gravity the chat floods with even more questions asking how he can cross timelines

>”The High Wilderness has air, it’s just thin as all fuck, and colder than the sad empty void my ex calls her heart. I can hop timelines ‘cuz magic. Many of my friends are from other timelines, this stream is broadcasting to other timelines actually, I’m very thorough.”

>He does a very wiggly, complex maneuver that puts him back on the ground. You can see where he is now, see everything from the first person perspective of whatever camera he’s using to stream. Likely his cybernetic eye.

>The place is beautiful and strange, so very strange.

>he’s definitely in space, some dinky little planetoid covered in odd plants that sway like seaweed and kelp, strange sail-like trees with tiny black leaves like moss against the trunk. Harsh howling winds blow across their numerous hollows and produce a haunting flute-like sound

>far away, in the star-speckled void, are vibrantly hued dust clouds and nebulae, and the dark dusty band of a nearby asteroid field.

>something bright and glowing gold scampers up to him, speaking a language that hurts to hear. The stream glitches and flickers for a second before a very cute graphic of jack tangled up in computer wires comes up, proclaiming technical difficulties. It doesn’t last long before the stream comes back and the strange language the little glowing creature was speaking is wholly understandable. This language is Correspondence, it doesn’t so much as translate clearly into words as it does notions, feelings, and concepts that one can both hear and feel

>”Hullo friend, star friend, feeder friend, soulless and sweet. Will you furrow the earth today? sail the stars today? challenge gods today? I’m hungry... your boat came.” its voice is without gender but is high like a child’s, it looks something like a very small star, something like a clump of souls, and something like a cat or a monkey. It floats effortlessly through the thin air to nuzzle Jack’s face with it’s flame-haloed head. Jack scratches it behind what might be ears, or what might be gills. It’s very hard to tell what does what on something so strange.

>Jack says something back to it that suggests affection and warmth on the tail end of a gentle scolding. The little glowing thing pulsates like a beating heart and perches on Jack’s shoulders. The chat is filled with ‘awws’ and ‘dawws’ and further questioning as to who/what the fuck that thing is

>”This is Glimmer, a ‘judgements heart’, i picked them up during my last trip here. They’re sweet and warm and I love them. Say hi Glim”

>Glimmer says hi back and Jack grabs a garden hoe off the ground.

>”Today’s itinerary is getting these seeds in the ground and then going hunting the the asteroid field out yonder.” He jerks a thumb towards the dusty gray line in the distance. Glimmer is singing to themself, a strange nonsensical song about dirt and wells and things that write poems for worms. Glim isn’t of much help as Jack tills the soil and plants strange seeds of all different shapes and sizes. He buries bulbs and roots, blankets odd black tumors with mulch, and transplants long creeping things with long hollow ‘leaves’ that thrum like violin strings whenever the wind blows.

>Jack doesn’t explain anything about the plants and seeds, only that they’re a surprise for later. His final act of botany is to plant a number of rose bushes and berry brambles around the base of the Ranch house, along with some other things that look like they’d climb just as eagerly.

>Gardening in space is much harder than it sounds considering everything wants to float away when you're not looking, but he sticks to his task and gets it done just in time for the door to his ranch house to open and reveal a tall, beautiful woman in red. Her long white hair kisses the back of her ankles, blowing elegantly in the wind as she seems to glide up to him. Her silver eyes glint with the same gentle affection that tugs the corners of her mouth up into the barest ghost of a smile. Other than that she's stonefaced and a little mean looking, like she'd cut you if you breathed at her wrong.

>The chat breaks out in heart eyes emojis and shouts of "WIFE", Jack is purring, a sweet whirring-rumble like an old school computer. He greets this woman with a soft, dreamy hello and a half-assed warning that he's streaming this live

>"Don't you fret lapin, I know how to behave." Her voice is sultry, almost mockingly so as she leans in to kiss him only to pull away before their lips can meet, and the chat howls that she's a tease. She introduces herself to the chat as Jeanne. She is one of Jack's fabled two wives and by god is she beautiful, ethereal, terrifying. She seems more fae than he does somehow, every move she makes is artwork, and the world is her canvas. The Caster chat is suddenly a sea of [message deleted] as some of the less... tactful comments about Jeanne removed at Jack's discretion. Everyone is warned to keep it in their pants or else he can and will curse them over the internet.

>That stops everyone cold. Quietly wondering if he is that powerful. He likely isn't but someone who can marry THAT and also afford a ranch in fucking SPACE is obviously not to be fucked with. So the chat settles down like a pack of scolded school children. Jack leaves Jeanne to linger in the fields, while he circles back behind the barn to wash off at least some of the dirt he is now caked in.

>You'd expect a well in such a rural setting, but no, instead there is something like a bastard cross between a normal stone well and a gas pump with a windmill strapped to its back end. Empty canisters litter the ground around it, some rusted, some new, all of them painted a ghastly florescent yellow that makes them easier to see among the dark foliage. Jack asks the chat to watch before he takes the pump and squeezes it into empty air. Fat globs of water, like shimmering soap bubbles, flow from the nozzle trembling and steaming in the cold cold air.

>He sticks his hands into it, giggling like a dork. He manages to get most of the dirt off before the glob evaporates or freezes... honestly it's hard to tell just exactly what happens to it after awhile. Mostly cleaned, he makes his way back to join Jeanne but is interrupted by a great scarred calamity of a Curator, shrieking about hunting, singing shrill songs about teal eyes, North, and meat.

>Jack explains to the confused chat, that this is Mr Veils, an associate of his. Veils is a Curator, a giant starry furred horned space bat native to the High Wilderness that drift about hoarding things, and selling said things to other species they come across. Most are nicknamed after their hoards. Mr Veils deals in fine fabrics... usually. But today Veils couldn't give a damn about buying or selling, it just wants to hunt.

>The chat is entranced really. Jack stows the last of the gardening tools in the barn before pointing towards the asteroid fields and asking Veils to meet him there. Veils flies off with a joyous cry and a thick layer of foam coating its lips. He watches the quickly shrinking dot that is Veils grow ever smaller before turning to Jeanne.

>"Race you." He says, sounding a little cocky. She merely lifts an eyebrow before leaping into the air, a pair of gorgeous moth's wings appearing at her back as she swoops away in the direction Veils went. Jack, along with the chat, shouts that she's cheating to which she replies

>"Since when has any witch ever played fair, lapin?" you can hear the smile in her voice, even over the wind as Jack shifts into something winged and powerful, flying right after her. He loses of course, landing grumpily on a large asteroid at the edge of the field, Glimmer still clinging stubbornly to his shoulder.

>From afar it looked barren, maybe even mournful, but up close it is lush, and wild, and strange, oh so very strange. Each and every chunk of pitted stone is alive with plants. Strange swaying things that look more at home at the bottom of the sea than space. Translucent, sail-like things, strange whistling trees, even stranger bushes and undergrowth that retreat into hollows in the rocks when disturbed. Each and every 'plant' clings stubbornly to the stones with armored roots. What isn't stone, or plant, is ore and ice glowing with what little light can be found here.

>Some ores are recognizable, others are impossible colors and textures that ooze when Jack touches them, or slither and shift. There are gems stuck in the stones as careless as sprinkles on a cupcake. There are animals here too, as equally strange as their surroundings. Eyeless deer leaping from stone to stone, scaly rabbits with tough hides to protect against the pebbles and grit blowing in one the winds, geese-like things with segmented necks and pincers like bobbit worms drag anything that scampers too close shrieking into the darkness of their burrows.

>There are birds and fish, massive crabs, strange mantas, jellies, cat-faced harpies, all bounding though the waving grasses and cavern mazes. Spider-legged beasts lap at exposed patches of ice, or gnaw lazily on transparent lichens.

>Jack is overcome with awe that is quickly replaced by annoyance as Veils swoops low and plucks some hapless beast off a rock and into the sky, the animal bellowing in fear. He remembers that he is here to hunt, not sight-see, and his entire demeanor changes. His body drops low, his movements suddenly fluid and catlike, but it's somehow clear that he hasn't changed shape again. This is all him.

>He slinks off like an animal, picking across the ground on all fours with surprising ease, as if  he were born out here. The chat keeps making 'dummy thicc' jokes

>"inutechy: hrn colonel, I'm trying to hunt, but I'm dummy thicc and the clap of my ass cheeks keeps alerting my prey."

>Jack is far too focused on the eyeless deer thing in front of him to be amused. His normal tactics won't work here, so he has to be fast and brutal. Just as he prepares to strike, the beast is shot cleanly and he just sort of sits there, dumbfounded.

>"Too slow." Taunts Jeanne as she flits off to do more damage elsewhere, gun still smoking. Jack scowls at her retreating back before slithering off to find more prey. Between Jeanne and Veils and his overall unfamiliarity with this place, Jack has a tough time catching anything, but manages to snag a few not-rabbits ("cannibalism" proclaimed the chat), and the evil geese-worms ("cursed. Thanks I hate it" whined the chat).

>Amid the gunfire and Veils... everything, another curator descends upon the scene. Much chubbier than Veils, with small folded ears, and a very stony expression. Its holding a much much smaller Curator with long rabbitlike ears and horns similar to Jack's antlers.

>Jack drops everything (mostly a half dead... something his teeth were in) to go and greet the pair of them. As he gets closer it's clear to all that even though the smaller bunny-like Curator is obviously a baby, that she is nearly the size of an average human adult. Curators are absurdly huge but Jack doesn't seem to mind. He greets them both with kisses and hugs, introducing them to the stream as Mr Stones and Galena. Galena is the obvious offspring of Jack and Stones, several people make rude remarks about Jack's apparent sluttiness and get banned on the SPOT. Stones wraps a wing around Jack and licks his face.

>Veils sings taunts from high on the winds, betting Stones that it can't out-hunt it this night. Stones merely huffs and tells Galena "Watch and learn." Before hauling its powerful body into the cold sky. What happens next is nothing short of amazing and a little humiliating on Veils end. Stones sails through the asteroids with grace and speed, plucking bobbit geese from their holes with practiced ease, fleeing scalebuns run right into its opened jaws and blind deer meet their ends before Stones even hauls their bodies off the ground.

>It's anything but gory, it's clean, efficient, magnificent and Jack just sort o f stands there, watching. It's clear he's given up on catching anything else tonight, so he might as well sit back and learn from a master. Galena watches too, babbling excitedly in Correspondence, flapping her leathery wings. Soon the fun is over and everyone is dragging their numerous kills into piles to further show off their prowess.

>And then a curious thing starts to happen. The Curators start to sing. Well, Veils sings, Stones raps surprisingly well with its monotone voice. Both spit lyrical disses tearing each other's hunting skills apart line by line. It's beautiful, it's BRUTAL. Jack mentions that normally he'd join in but with a pile as small as his it'd be a fools errand, but somehow he gets drawn into it anyway. His melodies swoop high, combined with echoing tones produced by glittering crystal shards made by his magic. As he predicted he gets lyrically evicerated by the others. Even Jeanne gets in on it, her voice is as pretty as the reset of her and She Does Not mince words.

>By the end everyone is grinning, packing up their kills to take home. Jack carries both his AND Jeanne's catches in his chest space, leaving the chat to wonder just how much room he has in that thing. Stones gives Jack a few parting licks before scooping up Galena and heading back to the ranch house, Veils leaves with something small and fluffy clenched in its teeth.

>The stream ends with Jack trying to tetris everything he and his wife have caught into his concerningly large meat freezers. He promises an update on the plants soon and signs off by blowing a kiss to himself, and therefor the stream in a bathroom mirror.

[starrysence]

soft coats and snow on the sidewalks | jojo/albert

this is my secret santa gift for @ridin-in-style as a participant in this year's newsies secret santa run by @newsiessecretsanta!! i hope you like it!

genre: PURE FLUFF theyre soft boys

words: 723!

warnings: noneee this is like the most pg thing ive ever written

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"i don't get how you can hate the snow, albert," jojo muses as he stares out the window of the cozy cafe. "it's beautiful!"

"it's cold, that's what it is," albert grumbles. jojo shakes his head and laughs, taking a sip of his hot chocolate.

"it ain't that cold if ya bundle up just right," he hums, smiling.

"even then, it's still cold and it's wet, and i don't see nothin' good about it," albert retorts.

jojo scoffs. "you're impossible, albie."

"so are you! you're so happy about everything, like, all the time, i don't get it!" albert exclaims. and you're cute, too. it isn't fair, he adds in his mind, huffing.

jojo laughs and reaches across the table to intertwine his fingers with albert's. "ain't usually a lot to be sad about when there are all these amazing people in my life," he says with a warm smile. "you always keep me happy."

"you're such a sap," albert tells him affectionately, chuckling and squeezing his hand lightly. he tries not to think about the blush colouring his cheeks.

jojo giggles and shrugs. "guess it's in my nature."

albert pouts. "do we really have to go? it's so nice and warm in here..."

"they're closing in a few, so i think we do have to get going," jojo replies, laughing at albert's childish behavior.

"okay..." albert sighs and lets go of the other boy's hand with what jojo thinks may be reluctance. he quickly dismisses the thought and stands up to grab his coat off of the back of the chair and put it on as albert does the same.

•••

"why'd we have to walk?" albert wonders aloud bitterly, crossing his arms at his chest as he shivers. he practically glares down at the snow coating the sidewalk and kicks once at it angrily before continuing to walk on.

"aww, are you gettin' cold, albie?" jojo asks. at first, albert thinks he's joking around, but when he looks over at jojo he sees genuine concern written on the boy's face and he smiles softly.

"yeah, but just a little. i'll be fine, jo," albert reassures him.

"gimme your hand and put the other one in your pocket. maybe it'll help ya feel warmer." jojo smiles sweetly at albert and he immediately gives in, dropping his arms from his chest to hold jojo's hand and stick the other in the pocket of his coat. he notes the soft, warm inside of the pocket for only a second before his face goes red at the heat coming from his hand in jojo's.

"thanks, jojo," he speaks in a gentle tone. jojo hums happily.

"no problem!"

•••

"this is me!" jojo says when they near the familiar front door of the apartment.

"i'll walk you in," albert offers, earning a smile of thanks from jojo. they walk hand-in-hand up the stairs, and jojo rings the doorbell.

it takes only a few seconds for his roommate, elmer, to open the door with a grin, taking a few steps back as soon as the boys shut the door behind them. this earns confused looks from both albert and jojo, and his grin just grows as he points upward. the boys glance in the direction elmer is pointing in and their faces burn bright red when they see the mistletoe hanging in the doorway.

"elmer, you little—" albert begins, but elmer's already run off to who knows where.

jojo sighs softly and turns to face albert, keeping their fingers intertwined. "well, it is tradition," he whispers with a small smile.

"wait— you want to do this," albert says incredulously, realisation dawning on his face.

jojo only nods and laughs softly before his lips are on albert's, and the kiss is gentle and warm and nothing but affectionate. it's everything both of them could've wanted it to be and more. it's perfect.

after they part, the tiny smile that graced jojo's lips before is a grin, and it's so bright and full of joy that albert can't help but grin back.

"talk about christmas magic... i've liked you for almost two years," albert chuckles. "i've wanted that for so long.

jojo giggles and wraps his arms around albert, who returns the embrace and presses a kiss to the top of his head. "christmas magic, huh? i like that, albie."

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YOOOO this is!! peak soft content right here. i really hope you liked this, and i had a lot of fun working on it as your secret santa. i'm really sorry if it's too short!

-sanjana 💕

p.s. i know you like moodboards and stuff, so i made a lil moodboard for this fic and this ship. here ya go :)

[click for better quality!]

[greenteafiend]

30 day fic rec challenge - day 3

Rec a fic that made you cry (or at least get all watery-eyed) (List of fic rec challenges are here)

I’m gonna rec more than one, that’s allowed right? 

Thunder and Lightening by skaylanphear Summary: With the war declared over, the paladins decide to take a much deserved vacation. And since Keith has nowhere to go, Lance decides to bring him along to meet the McClains. While Lance is thrilled to be home, he carries a lot of baggage these days, which makes it hard to fit back in. Time changes a person and Lance finds that even though he's finally getting everything he thought he needed to be happy, the only person he'd ever truly found "home" with had been fighting beside him the whole time.

The end of the most recent chapter man, it gutted me. This is just very bittersweet, and angsty, but the the relationship and emotions are so beautiful. 

Goodnight, Travel Well by Europa Report Summary: When the castle seemingly wormholes itself to a distant star system, the team, with Lance as their newly appointed black paladin, don't think much of it. Until the wormhole returns to take them the next night, and the next, and they find themselves drawn relentlessly back to a dark pocket of space, where the pull of the sole planet and the cave entrenched within it taunt Lance with the awful truth of his family's past.

YOOOO THIS FIC. 

Fair warning, it is 350k long, but there is a particular chapter near the end that is just heart-wrenching. It has an eventual happy ending, but boy does it take it’s time getting there and hurt everyone a lot in the process.  

Yesterday’s fic rec

[halfblood-fiend]

Yoooo

I feel like it’s been long enough that a brand new introduction post might just be in order. So without further ado:

Howdy, y’all! :D

I’m going to attempt officially coming off hiatus. :))

I know I’ve gathered a few new followers around here and I’ve been tagged in so many things I’m so so sorry so I wanted to finally formally say, “Hello” and give followers, new and old, a little bit of a rundown of what I hope to achieve here now.

A quick bit about my blog though, for peeps who may not be interested in what’s under the cut:

I like to pretend I still run a Dragon Age blog but, fair warning, I also have a bad habit of literally reblog  a n y t h i n g  I start fancying. Lucky for you though...

I tag everything, which will make it easy for you to blacklist. And if it’s not tagged, but you want it to be, go ahead and send me a lil message

Sometimes things are nsfw, be it art or fic. Again, they’re tagged, so I hope it won’t be a super big issue

My askbox is always open even to haters, I guess, but why would anyone bother to do that to little old me?? and anon is always on

I may not be the quickest to respond to things, but know that guilt about that fact tears me up inside on the daily I will try so so hard to respond. If for some reason you don’t get one, tbh, it is me and not you. Full disclosure on that one, it is 100% my fault. It by no means means that I don’t like you or you offended me.

A.postate N.erd D.eserves E.veryone’s R.espect S.undays are still gonna be a thing, I hope. In all my drafts, I’m SURE I’ve probably hoarded enough Anders content for that.

I think that...those are the basics? I mean, my blog isn’t really special or relevant anything, but everyone is certainly welcome. :)

Now for some personal goals and the low-down on what I wanna do next under the cut:

First of all, I miss all my fanfic and Dragon Age friends!! @mysdrym | @thesecondsealwrites | @slothquisitor | @gugle1980 | @vaffaznculocolmpadrter (I know ur an irl friend but I feel like your Tumblr support should be noted as well, my dude) | @oblivionscribe | @inuy21 | @daisytje | @therutherfordwife | @thexann | @october-rosehip | @queenofeire | @robottoxic | and @so many others I’m probably still missing!! Big hugs to all of you, honestly! To all the people who continued to tag me in things and send me asks even though I was being a depressed reclusive Tumblr cryptid. I love you guys and it was always such a good feeling to get a note now and again and know I wasn’t being forgotten. Anyone who’s been a bleak place before probably knows how invaluable a little attention (like a tag or a message) can be. <3

Second of all, I’d really really really like to focus a bit on writing and especially get some fanfic out there again. Now that I’m not working full time, I want to do my original thing AND fanfic, even if the latter has to stay shortish. If I’m brave enough, I might even put some original stuff up, but I am not quite entirely sold on that yet. Original things in a public place still sorta...freak me out, I guess. HOWEVER the main fanfic on my agenda is A Qunundrum. The lovely fandom lady @gugle1980 keeps tagging me in and reblogging some  a m a z i n g  Rylen stuff and I feel like I am ready enough to tackle my power couple again (<3 <3), likely with some edits. So, expect to see some “remastered” Qunundrum posts come out. I’m not sure yet how different they might be or not be, I just know I need to shake the Icky™ out of my most favorite couple. They deserve that. I also plan on taking another crack at a 30 Day challenge drabble thing in March so...fingers crossed that goes well. I’ve literally never finished a 30 Day Anything before. (psst, feel free to send me character or word prompts for that, if it pleases you)

Third of all, (which is the most up in the air and probably not at all relevant thing) I wanna really get my nsfw blog going again, so if you know of good nsfw blogs to follow, that would be great, because this ace is honestly lost as to where I am supposed to look for porn blogs that aren’t disgusting bots. Yikes. PM me if you have recs or want the blog title to go check out, I guess.

That’s all really, I just wanted to make a nice thank you post, say hello, and...help my mind wrap itself around the fact that I wanna come back to Tumblr. Lol.

[verdigrisprowl]

April 2 Dancitron Movie Night - 101 Dalmations

Ravage spent the whole night pissed off that they were watching a movie about dogs. Prowl had to get reassurance from Soundwave that the dogs weren’t going to start singing.

After the movie, Prowl learned—for the first time in over two and a half years in the multiverse—about grayfaces. He’s still extremely skeptical. Sounds fake. But okay fine, he supposes that any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic. He’s just not sure why these aliens are, apparently, messing around with Cybertronians, for no reason but apparently entertainment.

Today ItsyBitsySpyers 7:47 pm *Soundwave's at one of the game tables, finishing up a game of Hax against the AI. He'll get seated properly when there's more people.* Specs 7:49 pm *the dragon comes in, lugging along a cartful of treats. they're the more finicky delicacies tonight- mercury stars, mercury and silver drops, energon gummis, and similar. they go up on the snack table with everything else, and the dragon goes up on the back of an unoccupied couch and loafs like she belongs there. Soundwave gets a nod of acknowledgement, but the dragon doesn't speak- he seems occupied.* ItsyBitsySpyers 7:49 pm ((NO mention of terrorcon or Unicron tonight. This is fuzzytimed to after that's taken care of because I don't know how that's gonna go.)) Smokescreen 7:49 pm ((AAAAAAA that's fair! Smokescreen 7:51 pm /He's sitting down, pretty far from Soundwave! He's got a particular book out again... He's not even hiding the cover, he figures Soundwave won't pick up on it./ Prowl 7:53 pm *arrives via the front door like y'do* ItsyBitsySpyers 7:53 pm *Soundwave can smell the mercury and silver drops from where he is. A feeler slowly stretches out from where he is at the table to snatch a gripful and put them in a small cube for later.* ItsyBitsySpyers 7:54 pm *And he can see the cover by way of the many, many pieces of spying equipment littering the building. He's just not in the mood to persuade Smokescreen to let him see it. It's good to have confirmation, though.* Swoop 7:54 pm ((I'm going to be ooc today. Soundwave can rest easy. Swoop is destroying other rooms lol)) Prowl 7:55 pm ((swooooooop Swoop 7:55 pm ((Swoop is currently under several hundred tons of Dinobots lol)) Specs 7:56 pm ((poor pterobaby)) Prowl 7:56 pm ((that is good but also sad because reasons 😔 Smokescreen 7:56 pm /Smokescreen's grinning to himself- he's like 1000% sure this is one secret he can keep from Soundwave! He's also rereading a few particular paragraphs by Alpha Trion, which is kind of comforting./ ItsyBitsySpyers 7:58 pm ((poor poor swoop)) Smokescreen 7:58 pm /He does look up to wave at Roundverse Prowl, though, offering a seat if the bot's interested!/ Smokescreen 7:58 pm ((😧 swoooop.... Swoop 7:58 pm ((poor BOB)) Prowl 8:03 pm *Prowl will pick her way carefully between tables to the bar to get something to drink. Thankfully, Mirage's visits have at least given her an approximate idea of the layout, so she has an easy enough time of it.*

*Smokescreen should definitely say something to get her attention* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:05 pm *Soundwave glances up to look at Prowl and passes along a mumble-ish [[Evening]] before staring at his game again. He's so close to finishing this one...*

*Ravage smacks the bar with a paw, claws out, but doesn't catch any bit of Prowl. He wasn't trying to. Only to warn her to watch herself.* =What.= ItsyBitsySpyers 8:06 pm *He's in a bad mood. DOGS.* Smokescreen 8:06 pm Hey! It's good to see you again, Prowl! Uhhh. How're the drinks over there? ... are we watching a dog movie sounds ItsyBitsySpyers 8:07 pm ((three whole wily)) wily 8:07 pm ((I feeex) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:08 pm [[Hmm? Mhm.]] *Moves another piece.* Prowl 8:09 pm *leans away from the noise of Ravage's paw striking the bar and reaches into her subspace to pull out a few things in trade* Do you have any additives?

*she turns slightly toward Smokescreen* I've been told they're excellent. Would you like something as well? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:10 pm =It is a BAR.= *Of COURSE they have additives.* =What do you want.= Smokescreen 8:10 pm Ooh- I'd be up for something too! If you want, you can sit with me and drink? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:10 pm ((we'll go another 10 - bc i'm waiting on my own food - and then i'll start. get food and all that now.)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:12 pm *Another move, a (quiet) playback of fanfare, and Soundwave stands up, turning off the table. He's ready to join the others now.* Prowl 8:13 pm That's fine, Smokescreen. And rhubarbium with regular grade, please, Ravage. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:13 pm [[Good evening, all. Dragon, Smokescreen.]]

*Ravage growls and grumbles but sets about doing as asked.* =You pay extra, hm.= Prowl 8:14 pm *frowns* That hardly seems fair. Smokescreen 8:15 pm !! /He is covering up the covenant a little once Soundwave says something to him- frag, now he's paying attention./ Souuuuunds! It's good to... I can see you, that's for sure. Specs 8:15 pm *the dragon chirps at Soundwave* Hello! ItsyBitsySpyers 8:15 pm =Extra or nothing.= *Sharp, fang-filled smile.* [[You went all out this week, he sees.]] *Motions to the snacks.* [[One day you must tell him how you acquire all of this.]] [[And yes, Smokescreen. You can.]] Smokescreen 8:17 pm I sure can! I'm glad you still have a physical form. Specs 8:17 pm Careful negotiation other universes. *that is one very pleased dragonloaf who SURELY would not steal from alternate universes* I started annoying people native to mine with all the mercury I needed. Smokescreen 8:17 pm /He's getting up, putting the covenant behind a pillow before going over to grab a number of treats. He's not about to turn down free food!/ VProwl 8:19 pm *appears* Am I late? Smokescreen 8:19 pm i see that finger family song thing on the side and i feel this fear VProwl 8:19 pm *and immediately looks at the screen. they're singing. about a dog. HMMMM.* Smokescreen 8:20 pm wait is the farmer bingo or is it the dog 'cause they were like "there was a farmer who had it all and bingo was his name-o" ItsyBitsySpyers 8:20 pm ((my food has arrived \o/ we start after this)) Specs 8:21 pm ((the slendymun is appeased by our sacrifice)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:21 pm *Soundwave wouldn't mind if she did steal. He'd probably think it was clever.*

[[You are not late. We are about to begin.]] Smokescreen 8:21 pm o VProwl 8:21 pm ((has rabbit started doing that thing for yall where the top bar collapses into a few icons except when you hover over the video and then it pops back out and makes the video move down?)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:21 pm ((YES AND I HATE IT)) Specs 8:21 pm ((YES IT IS THE WORST)) VProwl 8:22 pm ((IS THERE ANY WAY TO MAKE IT CUT IT THE FUCK OUT)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:22 pm ((don't move your cursor out of the chat box, mostly)) Smokescreen 8:22 pm ((I WISH it makes adding people in a room so hard VProwl 8:22 pm ((I'M GIVING MYSELF MOTION SICKNESS FROM ACCIDENTALLY MOVING MY CURSOR OVER THE VIDEO)) Smokescreen 8:22 pm ((same VProwl 8:22 pm ((I CAN'T NOT MOVE MY CURSOR, THAT'S BULLSHIT)) Smokescreen 8:22 pm ((delete cursor !! Knock 8:22 pm ((yoooo ItsyBitsySpyers 8:23 pm ((maybe you could get rid of the bar element?)) Specs 8:23 pm *the "surely" was sarcasm. this dragon steals. she just tries to keep it to a minimum between the universes she steals from* Smokescreen 8:23 pm /Smokescreen's finally sitting back down, back against the covenant while he eats his snacks in nearly one go/ ItsyBitsySpyers 8:23 pm ((WARNINGS: Sexism/misogyny, questionable sunflowers, animal abuse and threats of)) Prowl 8:23 pm Nothing then. *she's not playing Ravage's game* Specs 8:24 pm ((original character DO steal. original character stealing prior to movie. original character disregard multiversal law)) Knock 8:24 pm ((Ooo, 101 Dalmatians! Smokescreen 8:24 pm OH OH DISNEY ItsyBitsySpyers 8:24 pm =Good. I like Rhubarbium.= *He'll curl around the cube and lap from it* Knock 8:24 pm ((The book is also super good, I loved it as a kid)) Smokescreen 8:24 pm /He's practically jumping as he sees that coming up!/ ItsyBitsySpyers 8:25 pm ((no captions available tonight, i'm sorry)) Knock 8:25 pm ((Would Soundwave have let KO back in movie nights? If not I'll just hang out in parantheses as mun)) VProwl 8:25 pm ((oh thank fucking god. https://userstyles.org/styles/149395/rabb-it-css-fixup )) Prowl 8:25 pm *will make her way over to where she heard Smokescreen's voice coming from. It's a little further into the room than she wanted, but it's fine, she's fine* Specs 8:25 pm ((BLESS prowl)) Knock 8:25 pm ((Oh yeah, I forgot how long the opening credits were on this. ((Buckle in folks)) Smokescreen 8:25 pm !! /He's waving to round Prowl, still oblivious, offering out a few candies./ You didn't get yourself a drink? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:26 pm ((KO can be back IF he has finger caps and stays far away from Soundwave and Prowl. If he pisses Slendy off super bad though, chances are it might become permanent, so be careful.)) Knock 8:26 pm ((*thumbs up*)) *slides on in after a harrying week* Smokescreen 8:27 pm !! /Surprised, waving at Knock Out!/ Prowl 8:27 pm *he's talking, that helps her hone in on him and she slides into the empty seat next to him* Not to my taste. Knock 8:27 pm *gives Soundwave a stiff nod and goes over to sit by Smokescreen* Smokescreen 8:27 pm Aww- fair enough. I might grab a drink in a little bit- you'll let me know if you want anything? VProwl 8:27 pm ((deleting the bar element didn't help, it just left an ugly white gap at the top every time you accidentally hovered. BUT that stylishtheme fixes it)) Smokescreen 8:28 pm /Smokescreen's patting Knock Out- he's surrounded in bots tonight!/ Smokescreen 8:28 pm ((wait which stylish theme Knock 8:28 pm ((Pongo's voice is also the voice of Grimsby in Little Mermaid Prowl 8:28 pm ((thank you stylish ItsyBitsySpyers 8:28 pm *Soundwave's attention fixes on Knock Out for a long, long moment. He'd better not do ANYTHING suspicious.*

((the one they linked earlier in chat)) Knock 8:28 pm *gives him a one-armed hug* VProwl 8:28 pm ((this one https://userstyles.org/styles/149395/rabb-it-css-fixup )) Smokescreen 8:28 pm ((ooooh! i didn't see it earlier sdcxvb Knock 8:28 pm Smokescreen. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:29 pm [[...What a mess.]] Smokescreen 8:29 pm It's kinda cool seeing this- I know there's certain spots where you can see the sketch parts from the animation, since I think they did it on the same cel? Prowl 8:29 pm What movie is this? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:29 pm [[101 Dalmatians.]] Prowl 8:29 pm Thank you. Smokescreen 8:29 pm /Hugging Knock Out!/ Knocktopus! Have you had the chance to look through those- uh, sercret documents? Specs 8:29 pm Do humans live like that? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:30 pm [[That one certainly does.]] VProwl 8:30 pm *... talking dogs. very suspicious.* Smokescreen 8:30 pm Hey- it kinda looks like my place! Specs 8:30 pm *looks at smokescreen with concern* Smokescreen 8:30 pm ... VProwl 8:30 pm *sinks into his seat with Vast Suspicion leveled at the movie* Smokescreen 8:30 pm ... But better. Right, Knocktopus? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:31 pm *Gently nudges Prowl's knee hello.* Knock 8:31 pm Secret documents. Right. *rubs a hand over his face* Um. *looks at Roger's room for comparison* Well, you have less sheet music, that's for sure. Smokescreen 8:32 pm ... My place looks better, right? Knock 8:32 pm Definitely. No organics in it. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:32 pm [[All this fuss over finding a companion.]] Smokescreen 8:32 pm Aww- see? It's not bad! A little messy, but it's perfectly normal. Some people get lonely, you know. Specs 8:33 pm Humans don't know when they've found theirs. No pairbonds. Prowl 8:34 pm A direct approach would be much more effective. Smokescreen 8:34 pm Seen each other? That's like first base for humans, right? .... Smokescreen 8:35 pm w Knock 8:35 pm Wow, humans move fast. Smokescreen 8:35 pm wow that was really fast so seeing each other really is first base! ItsyBitsySpyers 8:35 pm [[Humans live at an accelerated pace.]] Smokescreen 8:36 pm Primus that place looks like it'd be amazing to live in though AND they have a housekeeper? Rich humans Specs 8:36 pm ((wait! that's duchess' voice! the catmom from the aristocats!)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:36 pm [[Still a mess.]] Knock 8:36 pm ((Are you sure? Wasn't Duchess Zsa Zsa Gabor? Smokescreen 8:37 pm ... It's really not! It looks so clean! You can see the floor! Specs 8:37 pm ((I am not sure. I do voices only a little better than I do faces)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:37 pm [[The upstairs room.]] *Pause.* [[That looks like something Knock Out would scan.]] Specs 8:37 pm Smokescreen. That's a terrible basis. Knock 8:38 pm ((In the books Cruella had a white persian cat and continually drowned her kittens. Smokescreen 8:38 pm What? How? Knock 8:38 pm ((And then at the end of the book the cat helped the dalmatians shred all Cruella's furs and went to live with the dalmatians ItsyBitsySpyers 8:38 pm ((aw)) Smokescreen 8:38 pm Come on- I can barely see my floor. So seeing your floor means it's even cleaner in my place. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:39 pm [[...Her shoulders remind him of Tarantulas'.]] Knock 8:39 pm She's floofy, too. Smokescreen 8:39 pm ... wait, what's the big deal with fur coats? Like, that's the stuff they shed off sheep and stuff, right? Wh Specs 8:39 pm *snarls* Rude! Knock 8:39 pm It's like plating. Smokescreen 8:39 pm why would you ruin a cupcake like that Knock 8:39 pm But off animals. Smokescreen 8:39 pm ?? But they already have plating Specs 8:39 pm Because she's the worst. *ANGER* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:39 pm [[Humans wear the fur of other organics because they have lost all of their own. It helps them camouflage themselves.]] Smokescreen 8:39 pm can they make a human fur coat Knock 8:39 pm It's like wearing plating on top of your plating. Smokescreen 8:40 pm I wanna dance with someone now.... Hey, Knocktopus. Wanna dance? VProwl 8:40 pm Most humans don't live lives that would necessitate camouflage. It's for warmth. That's why they wear more when it's cold. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:41 pm [[Then why do they wear the patterns that are meant for that? The animal spots and stripes.]] Smokescreen 8:41 pm Humans really do lose a lot of stuff... Hey, Sounds, did you know humans shed their teeth? VProwl 8:41 pm Decoration, I think. It's like the human equivalent of racing stripes. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:41 pm [[...He thought that was why they stabbed paint into their flesh.]] *Is all turned around now.*

[[Yes, he knows about that.]] Smokescreen 8:42 pm wait, why can't we see the puppies coming? Knock 8:42 pm I'd love to, Trogdor. VProwl 8:42 pm Same in both cases, I think. Humans do a lot for fashion. Prowl 8:43 pm Stab paint into themselves? Smokescreen 8:43 pm ... how did she store that many dogs in her Specs 8:43 pm *a little horrified* I don't think they should store that many in them. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:43 pm [[He supposes it's necessary, since they don't have paint j-- oh dear.]] [[Poor bitlet.]] Smokescreen 8:43 pm ... ItsyBitsySpyers 8:44 pm [[Ah. Better.]] Knock 8:44 pm ((this actually happened with the author's dog)) Smokescreen 8:44 pm t they're so tiny ItsyBitsySpyers 8:44 pm =Hmph.= Specs 8:44 pm That does tend to be the way of babies. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:44 pm [[...How did she get in?]] Smokescreen 8:45 pm look at how sketchy these cells are I love that VProwl 8:46 pm ((lmao i love how she knocks his pipe aside to get up in his face)) Smokescreen 8:46 pm w Specs 8:46 pm The fact that her coat has tails is rather concerning. Smokescreen 8:46 pm She already broke the window! Isn't that bad enough? Now they don't have rain protection ItsyBitsySpyers 8:47 pm @Own Prowl: [[Yes. They use small machines to pierce their flesh and deposit paint below the surface, where it cannot ooze out with everything else.]] Smokescreen 8:47 pm look at all those puppies show the puppies don bluth films ItsyBitsySpyers 8:48 pm *...So this is why people assume the minicons are his spawn. Look at them all piled up like that.* Specs 8:48 pm Fifteen is a lot of hatchlings. I don't know about the larger cousins, but we never have more than eight. And usually in an eight egg nest, one or more doesn't hatch. VProwl 8:48 pm *... okay so far this movie has dogs and singing. he could sit here dreading the inevitable or he could be proactive and find out if it's coming.* @Soundwave «Are the dogs going to sing?» Smokescreen 8:48 pm ... Don't dalmations have a lot of breed issues? Knock 8:49 pm ((They're deaf more than other dogs)) ((and have urine crystal issues a lot Prowl 8:49 pm @Soundwave: [[Fascinating. Like how we etch patterns into our armor?]] Knock 8:50 pm ((In the book they had to find a foster mom to give help too, so the mom wouldn't run out of milk Specs 8:50 pm ((I didn't know there was a book!)) ((that's hella)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:50 pm @P: [[Do not worry.]] *Quiet puff.* [[He knows your feelings on that. The dogs will not do any singing.]] Knock 8:50 pm ((It's by Dodie Smith and it's really good! Prowl 8:50 pm *not that Prowl has any etchings anymore, that trend died before the war* VProwl 8:50 pm *ah, that's a weight off his shoulders.* @S «Thank you.» ItsyBitsySpyers 8:51 pm [[He cannot imagine where anyone would store that many offspring. She hardly looks as though she has room for the eight you mentioned, dragon, let alone fifteen.]] Knock 8:51 pm Better eat Canine Crunchies, Trogdor. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:51 pm @P: [[...Well. The commercial dogs sing, but those are animated.]] Smokescreen 8:51 pm Where do I get them though VProwl 8:51 pm @S «Good enough.» ItsyBitsySpyers 8:52 pm @OwnP: [[With more paint involved.]] Omicron 8:52 pm *big predacon peers in* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:52 pm [[...If they are going for stealth, that is not the vehicle for it.]] [[Nor for speed. Which, one would think burglars would prize.]] Specs 8:53 pm Small eggs don't often produce healthy offspring, at least not for us. *notices the predacon, and chirps* Hello, Ice Queen! ItsyBitsySpyers 8:53 pm [[Good evening, Ice Queen.]] VProwl 8:53 pm ... Why is this called 101 Dalmations if there are only seventeen? Omicron 8:54 pm *Icy nods to sound wave, coming in and settles down* Prowl 8:54 pm Using their own names. Foolish. Smokescreen 8:54 pm They can't count ItsyBitsySpyers 8:54 pm ((....THAT'S where I've heard the Nanny before. She be Madame Mim.)) Specs 8:54 pm ((!!! she is!)) Omicron 8:54 pm what's going on? *icy frowns* Swoop 8:54 pm ((omg I can only hear madame mim now)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:55 pm [[Perhaps the two grown dogs will breed more to replace the ones that were stolen.]] Specs 8:55 pm Hatchling theft. Presumably not to eat. Prowl 8:55 pm A documentary about a kidnapping. *addressing Icy* Knock 8:55 pm Wow, this was such big news it got two pictures and a big headline. Slow news time in London. Smokescreen 8:56 pm She sleeps in fur too? Knock 8:56 pm ((In the book she slept on ermine sheets ItsyBitsySpyers 8:56 pm [[...WHAT is in her head fur.]] Smokescreen 8:56 pm ... That's her hair, Sounds. Omicron 8:56 pm *big predacon tenses at kidnapping mention* what? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:56 pm [[Is she storing dynamite sticks...?]] Specs 8:56 pm Yesterday's dinner, by all appearances? Smokescreen 8:56 pm Probably for catching fur, Sounds. VProwl 8:57 pm The pink things? They're scrunchies. It's a kind of hat. Specs 8:57 pm *looks at smokescreen with some horror* I don't wear things like that! VProwl 8:57 pm They would have done better to break in through a window or back door, steal the dogs, and leave. Their crimes would still be known but there wouldn't be a witness who could recognize their faces and getaway vehicle. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:57 pm *Considers this.* [[He likes the ones that look like chevrons more.]] *He means hairbows.* [[They're familiar.]] Smokescreen 8:57 pm ?? Why not? It seems useful! I didn't know you guys could store stuff in your hair ItsyBitsySpyers 8:58 pm [[And they -are- particularly inept criminals, aren't they.]] Omicron 8:58 pm very Smokescreen 8:58 pm .... /He's giving out a woof/ Omicron 8:58 pm *mutters *none of my jobs are anywhere near that sloppy VProwl 8:58 pm *puzzled look* Chevron-shaped hats? I haven't seen any. Prowl 8:58 pm I suppose their mistakes will make finding the puppies much easier. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:58 pm *Places a picture of a big red bow on his screen and turns so Prowl can see.* VProwl 8:58 pm I suppose so. Oh! I see. Specs 8:59 pm *huffs* If I stored things in my fur, my fur would be disgusting. Smokescreen 9:00 pm Aww- would it be that bad? Knock 9:00 pm It's Jock! Smokescreen 9:00 pm Can I pet your fur? Knock 9:00 pm ((Watch for the part where Lady and Tramp show up in the street) Prowl 9:00 pm ((Pidge! Knock 9:00 pm ((THERE Smokescreen 9:01 pm LADY Prowl 9:01 pm ((Pidge was in the window at the pet store. Omicron 9:01 pm ((omg)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:01 pm =Alert everyone.= *Ravage scoffs.* =Dogs. Never heard of secret messages.= VProwl 9:01 pm ((were some of the dog designs recycled for oliver & company?)) Smokescreen 9:01 pm Man, I wanna be able to spread a message like this Omicron 9:01 pm ((I think so)) VProwl 9:01 pm If you're trying to put out an alert for a kidnapping, why would you want it to be secret? Specs 9:01 pm Consider it this way. Humans had to make hairbrushes. I come with one pre-installed *considering what smokescreen JUST SAID about his living quarters?* Ah, no. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:01 pm =She'll move.= VProwl 9:02 pm The humans can't understand them. Prowl 9:02 pm ((recycled from most of Disney's movies, yeah, including LatT Smokescreen 9:02 pm ... Ohhh, fine. Can you pet me? With your fur? Omicron 9:02 pm Racer: *tries to bark from icy's back* O,o pffft Smokescreen 9:02 pm !! /Smokescreen's gonna try and bark at Racer!/ Prowl 9:03 pm *startles at Smokescreen barking* Smokescreen 9:03 pm !! Sorry, Prowl. didn't mean to surprise you. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:03 pm =Hmm.= *Ears flatten back a little. Then forward.* =Don't blame them. Barely anything to understand.= Specs 9:03 pm *considers smokescreen dubiously for a moment. finally, she flies nearby and gives smokescreen a tap with her tail. she is VERY fluffy, like a fox. and she's immediately flying back.* Omicron 9:03 pm RAcer: *trying hard, but not loud to mimic the barks* Prowl 9:03 pm Hmm, it's fine, Smokescreen. Smokescreen 9:03 pm !!! /Whoa, how fluffy! Smokescreen wants to pet, but she's already gone./ VProwl 9:04 pm *he's not going to roll his optics. but he's thinking it.* Smokescreen 9:04 pm You know? I'm gonna grab a drink! You want anything, Prowl? Knocktopus? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:04 pm *Soundwave doesn't blame him. Ravage is very dear to him, and he's not fond of dogs either, but there are times when he wonders which hellhound ran off with Ravage's dinner as a young mech.* Specs 9:04 pm *loafs back up. she is fluffy and she knows it.* Prowl 9:05 pm I'm fine. *isn't going to make Smokescreen pay extra for her drink* Knock 9:05 pm I'd like one, please. Smokescreen 9:06 pm /He's hiding the covenant behind Knock Out, before going over, trying to grab three cubes. Just in case Prowl gets thirsty later!/ ItsyBitsySpyers 9:06 pm [[...He likes to think you are a far better investigator than that shaggy dog.]] [[But then, anyone could be.]] [][][]Spotted puddles.[][][] [[Hmph.]] =There. Cat doing the work, eh?= Smokescreen 9:07 pm w ItsyBitsySpyers 9:07 pm [[Primus.]] Specs 9:07 pm That's too many. Smokescreen 9:07 pm OH. Knock 9:07 pm Kid, they aren't 'little ones'. VProwl 9:07 pm He just woke up. Knock 9:07 pm They're exactly the same size as you. Omicron 9:07 pm Racer: *flops/falls the to ground, pops up. nope. nothing happened. he trailed after smeokestreen, food?* Prowl 9:08 pm Ah, there's your 101 if you include the other two. VProwl 9:08 pm Ah. That's where the other 84 are. Smokescreen 9:08 pm S Specs 9:08 pm *chirps at racer* Smokescreen 9:08 pm smack on the what Omicron 9:08 pm RAcer: *chirps back!* Smokescreen 9:09 pm /Smokescreen's trying to balance three cubes back to his spot, but will beep at Racer!/ Specs 9:09 pm *she was going to chirp at racer, but she saw someone MESSING UP FOOD and she's gotta snarl at the screen again* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:09 pm *Ravage hissssses.* Smokescreen 9:09 pm Don't eat cats! Specs 9:09 pm *the dragon hisses too* Smokescreen 9:10 pm Come on, be nice to that cat. He's just there. VProwl 9:10 pm ((now i want a sandwich)) Omicron 9:10 pm Racer: *following atfter Smokescreen, eyeing the engergon* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:10 pm =Bah! No cat is ever just there. All places, we go with purpose.= Smokescreen 9:10 pm /He's nooooot about to give it to racer- he's got the high grade!/ Smokescreen 9:10 pm I guess that's true! But sometimes, that purpose is that you're there 'cause you wanna be, right? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:11 pm =None of your business.= Smokescreen 9:11 pm Fair enough, Ravage. What's your purpose for being here, then? Omicron 9:12 pm Racer: *pouts, sniffs around quietly* Prowl 9:12 pm *amused hum at Ravage's non-answer* Specs 9:12 pm *turns her head to keep half an eye on Racer. gotta be sure the baby is okay* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:13 pm =Tending bar.= Smokescreen 9:14 pm ... This is pretty cruel Prowl 9:14 pm ...What was in that bottle? Smokescreen 9:14 pm Well- can I have some really nice high grade? Specs 9:14 pm *POOFED* Omicron 9:14 pm *Icy frowns at the woman on screen, her spines arching up* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:14 pm [[...Call the police on her own hired criminals? Does she WANT to be found out?]] =Pay first.= Smokescreen 9:15 pm ... /Offers half an eaten shanix?/ ItsyBitsySpyers 9:15 pm *Smacks it right out of Smokescreen's hand.* =No.= Prowl 9:15 pm She is high caste. *feels that explains it well enough* Smokescreen 9:15 pm /Leaning down to pick up the shanix/ Come on- that's all I've got. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:16 pm =Items?= Omicron 9:16 pm ((is is okay if racer sniffs at a prowl?)) Prowl 9:16 pm ((...which Prowl? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:17 pm [[...What kind of television show is this.]] Omicron 9:17 pm ((not sure)) Smokescreen 9:17 pm ... /He's going through his subspace, offering a magic anon coupon?/ ItsyBitsySpyers 9:17 pm *Ravage squints at it, reading. What's it do?* Prowl 9:18 pm ((There's Verdigris and mine. I think Racer knows Verd, ya? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:18 pm [[Bob is an uncle?]] VProwl 9:18 pm ((yeh)) Smokescreen 9:18 pm /It stops one effect of magic!/ ItsyBitsySpyers 9:18 pm ((I WAS WAITING FOR THREE WEEKS FOR THAT JOKE)) Swoop 9:18 pm ((omfg)) Specs 9:18 pm ((SLENDY PLS)) Omicron 9:18 pm ((yeah, but you mentioned wanting to meet him before?)) Prowl 9:18 pm ((I'm so sad my Prowl doesn't know about Bob because she'd say "not anymore" Omicron 9:18 pm pfft ItsyBitsySpyers 9:18 pm *Ravage paws the coupon off the bar and into his subspace. Smokescreen can have his drink.* Smokescreen 9:19 pm I was gonna give them to everyone after the banana night, but- I guess it worked out? Prowl 9:19 pm ((And yes, go for it, Icy ItsyBitsySpyers 9:19 pm =SHHH. Do not speak its name.= Smokescreen 9:19 pm /Smokescreen's taking three drinks. That coupon's gotta be worth three!/ Knock 9:19 pm Speaking of magic . . . still got that magic card deck, Soundwave? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:19 pm [[No.]] Knock 9:19 pm . . . oh. Prowl 9:19 pm Magic card deck? Smokescreen 9:19 pm ... Come on, was it that bad? It didn't get me at all. That was probably the most peaceful night I've ever had Knock 9:19 pm Given to someone else or destroyed? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:20 pm [[Nothing, Prowl.]]

[[Yes, it was that bad, and destroyed. Stop asking.]] Knock 9:20 pm Oh. I was kind of hoping that anything summoned by it would disappear once it was destroyed. Smokescreen 9:20 pm I'm glad it ended, at least. ... If you ever need more coupons, lemme know. Knock 9:20 pm . . . for the record, not the case. Omicron 9:21 pm good dogs, bare your teeth ItsyBitsySpyers 9:21 pm [[/Noted./]] VProwl 9:21 pm ... "Magic"? Smokescreen 9:22 pm Why do they have layers of pants, anyway? VProwl 9:22 pm *he's aware of the card deck, he got the memories from Scavenger. But "magic"??* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:22 pm *Soundwave rubs the center of his crest where the glowing space is and vents.* Specs 9:22 pm *winces* *oof, that would have set her straight on fire* Prowl 9:22 pm *frowns* Smokescreen. My Smokescreen, not you. He mentioned something about cards. Was he talking about that? Smokescreen 9:23 pm ... Oh yeah! Sounds, good news! I haven't heard anything about the DJD in my universe yet. To be fair- it's probably awkward considering you killed- So maybe that card was a dud or something? Knock 9:23 pm *gently puts a hand over SMokescren's mouth* Smokescreen 9:23 pm ... /Licks Knock out's servo/ Knock 9:23 pm . . . *removes his hand* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:23 pm *Smokescreen can have his three drinks. Ravage will allow it.* =I will.=

[[Probably.]] *Motions to the screen.* [[Is this so uninteresting you all would rather talk about something so boring?]] Knock 9:24 pm *drily* I wouldn't call the results boring at all. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:24 pm [[Then it's a good thing he never asked you.]] Knock 9:24 pm Actually, you just did. Smokescreen 9:24 pm /Smokescreen's coming back to his spot, offering a drink to Knock Out, and a drink to Prowl!/ Knock 9:25 pm *sighs and takes the drink* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:25 pm *He asked if the movie was uninteresting. Not for any opinions on the deck.* Knock 9:25 pm Thanks Trogdor. Omicron 9:25 pm *Icy's glad she missed the whole card thing, just watching her hatchling sniffing around a new person just in case to call him back* Knock 9:25 pm Say . . . you're a Predacon, aren't you? VProwl 9:26 pm *he just wants to know what this talk about so-called "magic" is. but all right, okay, he can take a hint.* Smokescreen 9:26 pm Just have everyone grab their tails ItsyBitsySpyers 9:26 pm *Prowl can ask in private. Soundwave doesn't want to answer out loud and encourage everyone to tell stories.* Smokescreen 9:26 pm Or walk in each others tracks! Then it'll just seem like one dog. They aren't very smart. Prowl 9:26 pm *she'll wait, she would like to know if these kidnappers are caught* VProwl 9:26 pm *too late, the hint's been taken.* Knock 9:26 pm Well, they are just dogs. Omicron 9:26 pm ...... *big, gigantic dragonic mecha critter looks at Knockout* .....no I'm a grounded seeker. *grins* Smokescreen 9:26 pm They're smart talking dogs, though. They're Disney Dogs. /He's chugging his drink, reaching to play with Knock Out's servo./ Knock 9:27 pm . . . and you have a sense of humor too! That's great! Sooo, do Predacons ever fight? Each other, I mean. For territory or . . . or anything. Prowl 9:27 pm *there is something sniffing around by her legs... too close. Prowl pulls her leg away from it* Knock 9:27 pm *slips his hand into Trogdor's* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:27 pm [[He feels your misery, small dog.]] Omicron 9:28 pm yes. More so between colonies if their both big enough on the same planet Prowl 9:28 pm At least it isn't acidic. Specs 9:28 pm At least the "collie" has sensible fur. *shakes out her own floofs* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:28 pm [[That would ruin the fur she wants, at least.]] [[Of course, it would probably destroy their flesh as well, but. Technicality.]] Knock 9:29 pm Would you be interested in a job? I could pay you in shanix or energon or . . . Well, what are you interested in? Prowl 9:29 pm Indeed. Smokescreen 9:29 pm Do you think- maybe I should ask you later, about, you know- /Squeezing Knock Out's servo./ !! A job? What kinda job are we talking about? Knock 9:29 pm *squeezes back* A job only a Predacon can do. Smokescreen 9:29 pm Oh.... .... OH. Knock 9:29 pm Right. Smokescreen 9:29 pm Oh yeah! Yeah, you should take it! Specs 9:29 pm ((afkjsafjsaghfa)) Omicron 9:29 pm *Icy tilts her head, she's listening, but won't do anything night now, not with a hatchling* Knock 9:30 pm _Basically_ I'm being bothered by a very unruly Predacon and I'm looking for a little mercenary help. VProwl 9:30 pm *without evidence to the contrary, he's going to have to assume that Soundwave was messing with someone but doesn't feel like continuing now.* Knock 9:31 pm And I thought, who better to fight a Predacon than a Predacon! So powerful . . . so primal . . . ItsyBitsySpyers 9:31 pm *Alas. Ruining his own reputation with silence.* Omicron 9:31 pm It would depend on the Predacon, Doctor. Being a queen only has so much clout in some words. non in others other then I'm big. Knock 9:32 pm Oh, this one isn't the talking type. More the fighting type. . . . possibly a little, you know undead. Omicron 9:32 pm ...? ............ Knock 9:32 pm . . . *focuses on the movie* Love these dogs. Smokescreen 9:33 pm Poor puppies Omicron 9:34 pm smart sire Smokescreen 9:34 pm I wanna do that soot bath Omicron 9:34 pm And you'll need to talk to me some more Doctor. *icy crosses her forelefs* Knock 9:35 pm Of course. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:35 pm *Has a tiny bristle at the word 'undead'. Clamps it down quickly.* Smokescreen 9:35 pm knocktopus wanna have a soot bath sometime VProwl 9:35 pm *... leans on soundwave* Knock 9:36 pm No. Smokescreen 9:36 pm Aww. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:36 pm *...Ohhhhhhh he feels guilty. Not too guilty to take the lean. But guilty.* Knock 9:37 pm Also, Trogdor, I used up all your wax. Smokescreen 9:37 pm Wait what Come oooooon Knock 9:37 pm *shrug* Smokescreen 9:38 pm Now how am I gonna be clean? ... How're you gonna be clean? Knock 9:38 pm You only bathe once a month. Smokescreen 9:38 pm SHH. Knock 9:38 pm Ah yes, that's the better question. Smokescreen 9:38 pm Don't say that out loud. Knock 9:39 pm Sorry, I didn't realize it was a secret. Specs 9:39 pm *too late. the dragon heard. and she's judging you.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:39 pm [[...Her headlamps look angry.]] [[Well. Looked.]] Prowl 9:39 pm *would wrinkle her nose if she had one* Smokescreen 9:39 pm ... /Dangit, he feels that judgement./ It's more like twice a month, you know. Omicron 9:39 pm ....... *Icy frowns, is ans has to be super clean on her ship* Smokescreen 9:40 pm initial d Specs 9:40 pm *the judgement continues* Knock 9:40 pm Cruella doesn't really get good comeupance, does she? I mean, is she even arrested? Smokescreen 9:41 pm she even gets a song ItsyBitsySpyers 9:41 pm [[There is a popular song shaming her by name. It's decent comeuppance.]] [[Humans she has never met will be mocking and making fun of her.]] Prowl 9:41 pm Mmhmm. *Prowl's paint is mostly white, cleaning is a daily thing* Knock 9:41 pm Since they don't know that she wants to skin dogs, won't they just think that the songwriter is mean? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:41 pm [[That is what going on talk shows and explaining the reasoning behind the song is for.]] *Puff.* Smokescreen 9:42 pm man their home's gonna be covered in soot Specs 9:42 pm *shudders* They're going to be filthy for years. VProwl 9:42 pm He'll need a few more hits before they start inviting him on talk shows. Smokescreen 9:42 pm NOW they've got a filthy house Knock 9:42 pm . . . but the humans don't have any proof that she even stole the dogs, do they? Prowl 9:42 pm Ugh. Smokescreen 9:42 pm Didn't she buy those ones legit? The other ones were stolen sure but Omicron 9:42 pm I don't think they do Smokescreen 9:43 pm ... A puppy farm they're having a puppy farm VProwl 9:43 pm (("where did all these puppies come from" "MY DOG GOT LAID SO MUCH")) Smokescreen 9:43 pm a puppy mill Knock 9:43 pm That sounds unethical. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:43 pm [[He's a talented music writer. He'll get more hits soon enough.]] Smokescreen 9:43 pm I'm pretty sure it is! VProwl 9:43 pm Then he'll have his chance. Knock 9:43 pm ((Incidentally, they end up buying Hell Hall as their new home. Smokescreen 9:43 pm those poor neighbors Omicron 9:43 pm I don't think it would be the same as that name smokescreen ItsyBitsySpyers 9:44 pm ((20 minute warning)) Smokescreen 9:44 pm I mean, it's a dalmation plantation. that's a farm thing. Just like a puppy mill AGAIN Windchill 9:44 pm (( What )) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:44 pm [[No, not again. The program glitched.]] Prowl 9:44 pm Once was enough. Smokescreen 9:44 pm soundssss Omicron 9:44 pm hmm Smokescreen 9:44 pm I could tell you a secrettt if you showed it 21 times with uhhh Prowl 9:44 pm *disapproves, none of the humans were even arrested for their crimes* Knock 9:45 pm Well, anyway . . . dogs were certainly more useful than humans in this one. Specs 9:45 pm *stretches* I'm going before anyone gets the idea of covering ME in soot. Good night, everyone. *except smokescreen, who does not take baths. ugh, she's going to have to use SOAP on her tail before she dares to lick it clean.* Smokescreen 9:45 pm All Dogs Go To Heaven in the middle ItsyBitsySpyers 9:45 pm [[Goodnight, dragon. Stay far from fireplaces.]] Knock 9:45 pm ((I'm going to go out and go back in because the image is glitchign like me *for me Omicron 9:45 pm Racer: *flopped on icy's tail* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:45 pm =We prefer What's New, Pussycat.= Smokescreen 9:45 pm With one It's not Unusual? ... Sounds, can I request some music? Prowl 9:45 pm ... Smokescreen 9:46 pm YES sounds I love you I will die for you Knock 9:46 pm ((Okay, back! Is it a black screen for everyone else? Omicron 9:46 pm ((not for me)) Prowl 9:46 pm ((Youtube video ItsyBitsySpyers 9:46 pm [[He will hold you to that.]] Knock 9:46 pm ((Ah. Welp. Smokescreen 9:46 pm .... Frag. Well. Worth it. Knock 9:46 pm ((Rabbit never wants to work for me. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:46 pm *It's recorded. It's binding.* Prowl 9:46 pm No, Smokescreen. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:47 pm [[Interrupt your own contract.]] Prowl 9:47 pm ((the up next song omg Smokescreen 9:47 pm ... Well, all I have to do it die for you eventually, right? That's all it is. Knock 9:47 pm My mate would like this song. Prowl 9:47 pm ((how does Ravage feel about Cats? Smokescreen 9:47 pm You should play it 21 times for him ItsyBitsySpyers 9:48 pm ((ravage probably loves it but i draw the line there)) Prowl 9:48 pm Please don't, Soundwave. Knock 9:48 pm Trogdor, he would love it all 21 times. If you don't believe me, try it when we get back. Omicron 9:48 pm ....yeah...no please Smokescreen 9:48 pm ... He really loves cats, huh? No, no, I'm good! Knock 9:48 pm He really REALLY does. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:48 pm [[He isn't -that- cruel.]] Smokescreen 9:48 pm ... You okay, Knocktopus? Hey- you should introduce him to Ravage. Knock 9:49 pm I don't know. Sure. Mmm, I don't know. Prowl 9:49 pm *Prowl would be the DAMN IT guy* Knock 9:49 pm I don't want him getting his face scratched off. Smokescreen 9:49 pm /He's siiiiinging/ Smokescreen 9:49 pm Come on, how bad could he be? Knock 9:50 pm He can be preeetty obsessive. Smokescreen 9:50 pm Well- that's weird me for you! Omicron 9:50 pm *Icy starts to hum to her hatchling to get Racer starting* Smokescreen 9:50 pm I'll get him a cat sticker later. Knock 9:51 pm Would you? That's very kind of you, Trogdor. Smokescreen 9:51 pm Sure! I've got a lot of stickers, anyway. Knock 9:51 pm I know we're imposing on you but, well . . . Smokescreen 9:51 pm Hey, who in here wants a sticker? Knock 9:51 pm I don't know where else to go. I would. Omicron 9:51 pm ((....I'm going to be listening to these songs all night now thanks)) Smokescreen 9:51 pm It's fine, Knocktopus! I hope my place is comfy enough for you. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:51 pm ((ah god i forgot it wasn't just visuals)) Smokescreen 9:51 pm I know it's... I know it's not ideal, but I want to do my best for you guys. Prowl 9:52 pm *shakes her head* No thanks. Knock 9:52 pm It's not so bad. Warmer than where we were. Smokescreen 9:52 pm Well- that's a pretty low standard. Knock 9:52 pm . . . yeah. I should record this song for him. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:53 pm ((i hear Jazz)) Smokescreen 9:53 pm I know- I know I've got kinda a problem with holding onto things. You don't gotta pretend it's not cramped. Prowl 9:53 pm *...so does Prowl* Knock 9:53 pm *smiles* Your alternate has quite a stockpile of things too. Only his are all related to puzzles. Or plants, lately. Smokescreen 9:54 pm Plants? Really? Weird! I know Tinybee likes plants- did he learn about it from him? Knock 9:54 pm I think so. Smokescreen 9:55 pm I've been meaning to clean up with Bee later- I've tried to clean up, but I never get anywhere. Knock 9:55 pm Maybe I can help? And I can replace the wax, if I can sneak into my place. Smokescreen 9:56 pm Yeah! That'd be awesome, Knocktopus. Be careful, though. I know there's a few deadly things in there? Knock 9:56 pm At least two, ha ha. Smokescreen 9:57 pm Like, old magic relics probably- there's a tranquilizer, but don't use it 'cause it's pretty deadly on most bots... Knock 9:57 pm Oh, your place--I thought you meant my place. I didn't realize you had things like that lying around. Smokescreen 9:58 pm yeah! Uh. The tranquilizer was a gift. Knock 9:58 pm . . . Smokescreen 9:58 pm I've never used it, but I don't really want to give it to anyone. And I definitely can't throw that out. Knock 9:58 pm Yes, you keep it. *pats his hand* Smokescreen 9:58 pm ... Is there any way we can hold onto the cubes, too? Maybe we can reuse them. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:59 pm ((five minutes)) Knock 9:59 pm The empty ones? Smokescreen 9:59 pm Yeah! Knock 9:59 pm ALL of them? Smokescreen 9:59 pm ... Yeah? Knock 9:59 pm . . . We'll see. Omicron 9:59 pm ((okay)) Knock 10:00 pm I don't get why you have junk like that lying around to begin with. Smokescreen 10:00 pm I can't just throw it out! Omicron 10:00 pm You need to make friends with a metrotitain Smokey. Prowl 10:01 pm What was that sound? VProwl 10:01 pm Which sound? Prowl 10:01 pm The tapping. Clicking? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:01 pm [[Ah. Human dancing.]] Smokescreen 10:01 pm hey let's send an email VProwl 10:02 pm Oh. Humans dancing. Smokescreen 10:02 pm A metrotitan? Haha- I don't know if any would want me near them. Knock 10:02 pm Why can't you throw it out? VProwl 10:02 pm Some of their shoes are hard enough to make tapping noises on the ground. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:02 pm ((Oh no. They're doing that thing where couples begin to sound alike.)) Prowl 10:02 pm How were they making the clicking sound? Were they holding something? *do human feet make clicking noises?* Smokescreen 10:02 pm If I throw it out- what if we need it later? Omicron 10:03 pm Storage? Prowl 10:03 pm Shoes. What are those? Knock 10:03 pm Why would you need empty cubes later? Smokescreen 10:03 pm What if I lose them, and- I don't know. What if I miss them? Prowl 10:03 pm ((tried so hard not to meme, did anyway Knock 10:03 pm . . . Smokescreen 10:04 pm ... Like, you've got a lot of stuff from long ago that you miss, right? It's like memorabilia. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:04 pm *This is a conversation Smokescreen and Knock Out will need to continue elsewhere. Soundwave's about to open a bridge.* VProwl 10:04 pm That's the armor they wear to protect their feet. Their feet actually look almost the same as hands, except the palms are elongated and the fingers are much shorter, and they're just as soft as their hands. So they wear foot armor for protection. Smokescreen 10:05 pm !! /Smokescreen's happy to get up, and wave goodnight to Round Prowl/ It was nice to see you! Come on, Knocktopus- let's just get some rest. Omicron 10:05 pm (I still have snakes to feed so if some want to derp and listen to music?) Knock 10:05 pm All right. Night, all! Omicron 10:05 pm (thank you for the scream!) VProwl 10:05 pm ... You were never stationed on Earth, correct? Prowl 10:06 pm No. I've never seen a human. Omicron 10:06 pm *the big predacon gets up aith racer and chirps a good night to soundwave* VProwl 10:06 pm They're more likable in movies. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:06 pm *Soundwave plays the chirp back and adds:* [][][]Goodnight.[][][] Prowl 10:07 pm They look a bit like Klingons, yes? *she's at least seen them and they're both tiny bipedal organics, right?* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:08 pm [[If Klingons contracted the bone virus.]] [[...And did not wear armor every waking moment of their day.]] VProwl 10:09 pm ... A bit, I suppose. But only as much like Klingons as like any other organic species with a similar body type. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:09 pm *Relieved to be alone with Prowl and... well, not so much relieved about the other Prowl, but they're not the -worst- company. They won't talk about undead Predacons and the summoning of.* Prowl 10:10 pm Klingons do wear fur sometimes. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:10 pm *Also, she's blind, so he can lean in and get as comfortable as he likes.* VProwl 10:10 pm I'd say humans look most like Nebulans, really, if we're going to compare aliens. Prowl 10:10 pm *she can still hear that, metal against metal is a very recognizable sound, but she'll choose to ignore it* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:11 pm *He could be scratching his leg. You don't know.* VProwl 10:11 pm *Has somehow never figured out that she's blind, so doesn't know why Soundwave is suddenly getting more cuddly. Sits up a bit straighter.* Prowl 10:11 pm I've never seen a Nebulan. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:12 pm *...Oh. Gonna just. Look up and question glyph it. Is he in trouble?*

*Because he sort of expected Prowl would figure that out before anyone else in the room, and doesn't know he hasn't.* VProwl 10:12 pm They look like... Well. Humans. Minus the pupils. ... And head fur. Prowl 10:13 pm *imagining smooth skinned Klingons forever* VProwl 10:13 pm *that's not wrong.* Prowl 10:13 pm I'll have to take your word for it. VProwl 10:15 pm *every question his alternate has asked about what's happening on screen, he's misunderstood as a question about human culture, not about what's visibly going on. so no, he hasn't figured it out.* *looks back at Soundwave blankly. what's the question glyph for? sends a question ping back. what what* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:18 pm @P: [[Why did you move?]]

*Ravage grumbles from behind the bar, still lapping at the rhubarbium.* =There is much you have not seen.=

[[Ravage.]]

=Humans, good reason, this building...=

[[RAVAGE.]] Prowl 10:19 pm *scowls in the feline bot's direction* VProwl 10:19 pm @S «There's still company.» VProwl 10:20 pm *puzzled look in Ravage's general direction.* Prowl 10:21 pm *a ping of gratitude to Soundwave for sort of scolding Ravage* *even if he is right* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:21 pm *Don't be too hasty. He was scolding Ravage for being nasty where the other Prowl could hear and judge them both, not for being nasty in general.*

@P: [[What she does not know probably won't hurt her.]] Prowl 10:22 pm *it's still better than before* VProwl 10:22 pm *If Ravage is trying to insult her intelligence—as is suggested by the second item in the list—then the third item is a... weird choice. Is he trying to up the insult by implying she's too dense to observe her surroundings, or is he suggesting she straight up can't see them?* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:23 pm *He multitasks.* VProwl 10:23 pm *And the puzzled look is back on Soundwave.* @S «... Hm.» *Well. SOUNDWAVE certainly isn't trying to imply that she's too dense to notice her surroundings, so that would suggest the latter, wouldn't it?* «I'd rather not.» Prowl 10:24 pm I don't need optics to know the layout of this building, Ravage. VProwl 10:24 pm *Well. That settles it.* *The things you don't notice when you spend your life determinedly avoiding optic contact with everyone around you.* Prowl 10:25 pm *the visor also helps* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:25 pm *Soundwave pings acknowledgment and sits up again, if reluctantly. If Prowl would rather not, he will behave accordingly. There's time enough later.* *Ravage just gives a dark chuckle and pushes the empty cube into the recycling machine.* =Goodnight, hm?=

*He'll pad toward the stairwell and upstairs, where there is peace and quiet. Sort of. The twins are off-duty right now. Close enough.* Prowl 10:27 pm The magic cards, Soundwave. Did Smokescreen see you about them? VProwl 10:27 pm *Now there's a much more important question. "Magic" cards.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:28 pm [[Oh, for Primus'...]]

*Ravage is definitely in trouble later.*

[[Fine. Yes. Yes, he did.]] Prowl 10:28 pm *also VProwl gets some respect for not being weird or nosy* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:28 pm [[As did a few dozen others. What of it.]] [[Elita investigated and found nothing wrong.]] Prowl 10:29 pm Hm, that explains it then. He was going on about me needing to watch out for Starscream when I go to Kaon. VProwl 10:29 pm Sorry, I've missed something here—"magic" cards? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:32 pm [[He's being ridiculous. It wasn't even our Starscream in the illustration.]]

*He's rubbing his crest again. Partly because Smokescreen, partly because he's trapped.*

[[A deck of them, yes. A greyface relic he was gifted some time ago. Drawing from it produces - /produced/ - unusual effects. Most of the time.]] VProwl 10:33 pm *skeptical squint* *... humor ping, question ping?* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:33 pm *Subtle helm shake. No, not a joke.* VProwl 10:33 pm ... """Magic""" cards? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:34 pm [[He can hear additional quotation marks in your voice, and he assures you he means what he said. In the sense that they must be called 'magic' because 'unexplained science cards' gets fewer volunteers.]] Prowl 10:35 pm That would depend on the mech, wouldn't it? VProwl 10:35 pm *good, he was trying to make them audible.* ... I'm going to need some more explanation. Prowl 10:36 pm This message has been removed. ((thank you, Cro ItsyBitsySpyers 10:37 pm [[It would hardly be interesting if he attracted a parade of Shockwaves and no-one else.]]

[[...As you wish. Where would you both like him to start.]]

*He can't lie to the one, and in speaking to them both, he is addressing the one, so he might as well ask them both.* VProwl 10:38 pm What are magic cards. Don't say "unexplained science cards." ItsyBitsySpyers 10:38 pm ((LMAO)) Prowl 10:38 pm That's a good place, yes. *she's going to have so many words for Smokescreen at this rate* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:41 pm *Oh, good. They agreed. That means less jumping back and forth for him.*

[[You recall the]] approaching a whisper [[banana?]] *Pause.* [[And what he said about the... the roaches?]] VProwl 10:41 pm *hesitates; then slowly, barely nods.* What do they have to do with each other? Prowl 10:43 pm I've read Ratchet's report. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:45 pm [[There is a species of creature in the multiverse that possess the ability to alter reality and fate in ways not unlike the you-know-what. In-person sightings are rare, but they are unafraid to make their presence known. They rarely trouble him these days, but when he first found the multiverse...]] Shakes his head. [[Becoming roach royalty was their doing. As were many other unpleasant incidents - and a few enjoyable ones, to be fair.]]

[[The relic was theirs, gifted to him some time ago. He does not know how it operated, precisely, but it had the power to make unusual things happen.]] Prowl 10:45 pm *they didn't mention roaches but Prowl's not going to derail to ask about that right now* *or Soundwave can kind of answer it anyway* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:45 pm [[One came to draw from it, in fact.]]

*That little grey doll-like being with sunglasses? That's on his visor now.* VProwl 10:45 pm *skeptical look intensifies* Prowl 10:46 pm This sounds like something Smokescreen would write. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:46 pm [[How DARE you.]] VProwl 10:46 pm It certainly sounds like something Smokescreen would believe. Prowl 10:46 pm *thank you* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:47 pm *Irritable huff.* VProwl 10:47 pm *Prowl has, thankfully, never been exposed to his writing.* Prowl 10:47 pm *She'll refrain from enlightening you* VProwl 10:47 pm *thank you* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:47 pm [[Ask Elita where she got her bow. Or Bevel, and /where the Star Saber went./]] Prowl 10:48 pm ...Bevel claims it was stolen. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:48 pm [[Bevel is lying. He has footage.]] [[Of every single card draw, in fact. That was why he asked for volunteers.]] VProwl 10:49 pm They /made you roach royalty/? They just... poof, and suddenly an entire alien species regards you as their lawful monarch, just like that? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:50 pm [[You watched every Predacon in that pit become you, and you question that?]] VProwl 10:50 pm *he's been trying very hard to forget.* Prowl 10:51 pm *pauses suddenly* This is the same magic that got you them back isn't it? That you said could bring Jazz back? VProwl 10:51 pm ... It was localized and temporary. It could have been a—a holomatter glitch. *oh and now we're on to necromancy. all right, cool, fantastic.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:52 pm [[No, it isn't. That was a ghost, and he's - never mind.]] *That isn't helping his case.*

[[It wasn't a holomatter glitch. The majority of this planet does not /have/ holomatter technology of that type.]] Prowl 10:52 pm *she has so many questions* VProwl 10:53 pm I was there with my projector, it could have come from me. That would explain why they turned into /me/. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:53 pm [[Explain why /he/ turned into you.]] [[Not that it wasn't a pleasant experience.]] Prowl 10:54 pm *pointedly ignores the last comment* VProwl 10:54 pm ... You've got a projector now, don't you? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:54 pm [[And he is fully capable of turning it on and off at will.]] VProwl 10:56 pm And I'm fully capable of not opening the Predacon avatar file in mine and yet there I was with it on, flopping around uselessly. It could have put out a localized signal that overrode our own access and turned the projectors on. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:57 pm *Soundwave huffs again. They're both going to think he's out of his mind, or else extremely gullible.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:59 pm [[...There was a card that caused Vehicons with matching paint jobs to arrive and seek the volunteer's company. Arcee and Tarantulas each picked it. So did Scavenger, but Scavenger's did not arrive. Did they come to him later?]] VProwl 11:01 pm No. Nor has anything else unusual happened to Scavenger. What do you mean "caused"? What—what happened, precisely? What's the process? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:03 pm *Damn. He thought if they had, maybe he could...*

[[/He doesn't know./ That is why he wanted volunteers. He wasn't going to draw from the thing himself. Sludge acquired a small fortune in energon cubes out of the ground itself only to have them blow up around him.]] *Hastily.* [[Which he /survived,/ by the way. Keep your handcuffs where they are.]] Prowl 11:05 pm The Vehicons could be down to good timing. However, the only people who could have stolen the Star Saber would need to be a Prime. Or have the limb of one, but Sentinel Prime's tomb has been undisturbed since Megatron broke in *she's ensured it* and Optimus' remains were smelted. No one else can lift it, let alone wield it. So either there is a rogue Prime in our universe, which is unlikely since we only had the one and he's dead. Or something else happened. VProwl 11:05 pm What do you mean, "acquired"? Be more specific—what /happened/? Did he draw a card, then spontaneously decide to pull out a shovel, dig five feet down, and find energon cubes? Did the cubes suddenly start raining out of the sky? Did a space bridge open up and a wagon full of cubes rolled through? What happened? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:07 pm *You know what he said about video? He's gonna play the one in question. And the ground literally cracks open to literally spew cube after PINK cube up out of itself in an unusually perfect formation.* *A card can even be seen in and then disappearing from Sludge's hand.* Prowl 11:08 pm What color is the energon? VProwl 11:08 pm Pink. Prowl 11:08 pm Our energon is blue. VProwl 11:09 pm *frowns, watching the video.* ... Could've been Primus? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:09 pm [[/Primus wouldn't summon an undead Predacon./]] *.....................Oops.* Prowl 11:09 pm He certainly has a sense of--here? VProwl 11:09 pm ... No, probably not. Prowl 11:09 pm *slightly panicked* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:10 pm *Vaguely scoff-ish.* [[Not here. It would have exploded. You know that. Wherever Knock Out lives.]] ItsyBitsySpyers 11:12 pm *He's digging himself a deeper and deeper hole. Pretty soon he'll be at the Core, and then he can just ask Primus to pull him the rest of the way into the Allspark.* Prowl 11:12 pm I would say it was Unicron but the deck would have exploded as well if it were infected. VProwl 11:12 pm Even Unicron can't make undead Predacons spontaneously appear. DID it spontaneously appear? Or did previously buried fossils suddenly animate. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:15 pm [[He wasn't there. He only has the brief recording he was given, and what Knock Out said tonight. And the appearance of the card. It was a fossil of a Predacon skull, and it... something about the sight of it made us both feel ill.]] [[He didn't know what to make of it until later, after Knock Out left.]] VProwl 11:17 pm ... What percentage of the cards drawn correlate with the sudden appearance of extremely unusual things or occurrence of extremely unusual events? Because—absolutely nothing of interest has happened to Scavenger. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:18 pm *Soundwave thinks and sorts through his files.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:25 pm [[45-50% had immediate effects. The rest either did not work or were proven to have delayed effects. He has not gotten reports from everyone who...]] *Soundwave goes still for a second. He worked out what happened to Bob. He'll just... not mention that right now.* [[From everyone who drew those.]] VProwl 11:27 pm *well. that's a high enough number that something definitely happened.* But—how? Prowl 11:27 pm *nothing's happened to her that can't be explained through other means* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:28 pm [[He can't tell you, other than it having been a trinket of greyface origin. He has no way to investigate it now, having burned it so it wouldn't spawn more corruption.]] ItsyBitsySpyers 11:29 pm [[It isn't the first item he received from them. It likely won't be the last.]] VProwl 11:29 pm You said "grayface" earlier too. That's—what? A species? Prowl 11:30 pm *nods* That seems wise. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:32 pm *...Grateful ping to his own Prowl. He wasn't expecting to hear that.*

[[As far as any of us who have been toyed with by them can tell. They rarely stick around long enough to answer questions. Taunting is more their style. Smokescreen could confirm that; he remains a favorite target.]] [[Nobody knows what else to call them. It is a common term based on their appearance.]] Prowl 11:33 pm The one here tonight? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:33 pm [[Yes.]] Prowl 11:33 pm *will remember to ask him about it next time they're both here again* VProwl 11:33 pm It's a poor descriptor. /We/ have gray faces. ... Well, most of us. Among those of us that have faces. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:34 pm *Nice catch, there.*

[[He didn't originate it. He just doesn't know what else to use.]] VProwl 11:35 pm So, they're aliens that possess technology so vastly superior to ours that we can't even begin to make sense of it as anything but flat-out magic, and they like to use it to screw around with us for—what—entertainment? ... All right, I suppose we deserve that. Prowl 11:38 pm We've certainly screwed around with plenty of other species and planets in our own way. *destroyed some* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:38 pm [[We do not deserve it. It is an understandable desire, but we don't.]]

[[He is surprised they have not gotten to the both of you before. Perhaps you scare them in a way he doesn't? Hmm.]] *Dismissive flick. He'll think about that later.* [[He hopes he has not directed them to you by speaking of them.]] Prowl 11:40 pm My exposure to the multiverse has been limited. I've been busy on our planet up until recently. VProwl 11:41 pm They're one of two things: conquerors or bullies. Conquerors would make a concerted effort to use their abilities to bring Cybertron to its knees, and that would include specifically targeting those with authority. Bullies would find amusing targets and needle at them endlessly. VProwl 11:43 pm From what you've described? They sound like bullies, not conquerors. The fact that they've taken a special interest in Smokescreen supports that. He's very bully-able. *as he knows from shameful personal experience.* Prowl 11:43 pm There are other ways to bring Cybertron to its knees than through conquest. VProwl 11:44 pm No, of course there is. But if their goal was conquest, bringing it to its knees would be a necessary step. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:45 pm *Is somehow very ruffled by the idea that he's bully-able and now resents the greyfaces for yet another thing. Who gave them permission to see HIM that way?* VProwl 11:45 pm It's not "if they're bringing it to its knees, they're trying to conquer," it's "if they're trying to conquer, they're bringing it to its knees" Prowl 11:45 pm The Quintessons claimed to want to help us as well, but these greyfaces don't seem able to decide if they're helping or hindering. Which is... *decides she doesn't trust these greyfaces in the slightest* I would need to observe them more but they don't sound well organized, whatever they are. VProwl 11:46 pm Which is what leads me to believe that they're bullies rather than conquerors. No organization, no goal, no logical progression of events. And I have spent most of my life working to make myself as boring a target to bullies as possible. So I don't think they'll suddenly find themselves attracted to me. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:50 pm [[They claimed a great many things when we went to that water-planet. They still couldn't have done half the things greyfaces have done to him. He would /almost/ prefer to deal with the Quintessons.]]

*Nods to the Prowl he's sitting with.* [[Good. Perhaps he should take lessons from you in that respect.]] ItsyBitsySpyers 11:54 pm [[But it grows late, and he does not care to recall all of those stories at this hour. Especially the transformations.]] *Shudder.* [[In any case, if you find out what Scavenger's cards did, please, tell him. And you - watch out for yourself.]]

*Don't think he missed that Smokescreen was warning PROWL to beware Starscream. Someone pulled for somebody else. Prowl 11:54 pm ...I suppose. At least I know how to deal with them. *she's surprised Soundwave is mentioning that when she was speaking specifically of the Age of Wrath* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:54 pm *Someone hasn't had time to go back to the Hall of Records and inspect the newest recoveries and submissions.* VProwl 11:56 pm *especially the WHATS now?* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:56 pm *You heard him.* Prowl 11:57 pm Of course. Will you forward me the recording of Smokescreen's card draw? *she won't be able to review it immediately, but it seems like a good idea to add it to her personal work pile* VProwl 11:57 pm *there is a vast gap between "hearing" and "comprehending"* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:58 pm [[He will send it in the morning.]]

*Prowl can always ask if he follows Soundwave upstairs, but Soundwave's not sure he can handle this much defying the laws of existence in one night.* Prowl 11:58 pm Thank you. VProwl 11:59 pm *Soundwave just said, specifically, that he does not care to recall those stories at this hour. So he won't ask. He'll just WONDER.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:59 pm *Ask in the morning, then. That's a different hour.* Prowl 11:59 pm *she'll get to her feet now and nod to them both* Good night, Prowl. Soundwave. Thank you for the... enlightening conversation. Yesterday ItsyBitsySpyers 11:59 pm [[He'd say you're welcome, but he doesn't think you meant that. Goodnight.]] VProwl 12:00 am Evening. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:02 am *Soundwave stands and massages the sides of his helm.*

[[He is in desperate need of either distraction or recharge. You're welcome to follow him if you like.]] VProwl 12:04 am Recharge, I think. *he follows.* ... Just—final check—this ISN'T some elaborate prank, right? ItsyBitsySpyers 12:09 am *Soundwave stops partway to the stairs and looks over his shoulder.*

[[He has not broken that rule yet and he is not about to start.]] VProwl 12:10 am Okay. Just—there was someone else here, I didn't know if... Never mind. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:10 am [[He is not fond of her, and does not trust her very well, but he was not pulling a prank.]] [[Come. We will get what rest we can.]] *And up he goes, going, gone.* VProwl 12:12 am *and he follows. not sure how much rest HE'LL get, but at least he's going to try.*

[bubblegum-switch]

yoooo halloweekend was fuckin l i t (this whole thing at least borders on vaguely-nsfw-ish)

~~Friday night~~

ok so i thought i was only gonna be seeing bf saturday night to sunday, but he got out of work friday night with nothing to do so we went to see the new blade runner movie (super good btw, i cried) and when he was driving me back home he was like “hey wanna grab your swimsuit and we can go back to my house and go in my hot tub” and i left my swimsuit in my dorm bc i forgot to grab it so i just grabbed gym shorts and a t-shirt bc why not and i had nothing else anyway

so we get back to his house, it’s like 1:30 in the goddamn morning (blade runner 2049 is almost 3 hours fair warning) and we get into the hot tub and for a little bit we just talk about normal stuff like school and friends and stories and the movie

and next thing i know we’re making out. I don’t know how it got to that point but i do know that he instigated it (!!!) and it gets a little blurry after that point but next thing i know his hands... start wandering... down my back and sides and i tense up. This motherfucker just chuckles and goes “what’s wrong?” and i could hear the smirk in his voice. I... didn’t even provoke him or hint that I wanted him to tickle me but gdi he knows. he k n o w s and i honestly wonder if he knows it’s a kink or not but more on that later.

So we’re in the hot tub and his hands are getting braver and he stops purposely doing the light/teasy tickling and then he squeezes my ass and I squeak becAUSE APPARENTLY I CANNOT CATCH A BREAK FROM BEING TICKLISH LITERALLY ANYWHERE OH MY FUCKING GOD.

He laughs again and k e e p s  a t  i t. holy fuck. so we’re making out and he’s tickling me and i’m in heaven but then he moves to my thighs and ok. I know i don’t know my worst spot but. Jesus. My thighs are really fucking bad ok. And now he definitely knows they’re really bad b/c they’re so far the only place that nearly sends me into a panic. 

So far they are the only place where I have grabbed his hands and actually pulled them away because it was almost too much.

Moving on usually I’m the one to say “I missed you” but he said it during a lull. He also said “I love you” out of the blue at one point and... I don’t think he’s ever said it before? Like he’s said “I love you too” a bunch but...? i d i e d . 

His hot tub also has colored lights in it that you can change and we started it on blue, then later on changed to green, then about halfway through set it to red and left it like that and JEFMSKEDAJKWEMD HE WAS TICKLING ME AND SAID “looks like your face is as red as the lights” and i just “...it’s not...” “oh really?” “...yeah it’s just the lights...” and god that killed me... (it wasn’t just the lights)

So yeah friday night was a movie and then an hour and a half of talking and splashing and making out w/tickles and comfortable silence in his hot tub and it? was amazing.

Also? As I was dying: “Just wait until tomorrow night when you’re in my bed.”

~~Saturday Night~~

Ok so this was the night i had been waiting for. This was the night of the party, where I was gonna sleep in his bed and we were gonna fall asleep in each other’s arms. Sound cheesy? Yeah. But I’m a hopeless romantic <3 I couldn’t wait.

So the party winds down, everyone who isn’t spending the night has left, and he and I join one of our friends in the hot tub for about half an hour. I go inside (in the same makeshift swimsuit from the night before) to dry off and get into pajamas. He comes in about ten minutes after me, and we climb into bed. Not much happens at first.

So this time, I instigate. I start playing with his hair as he’s wrapped around me. I start kissing him, and it takes off again. Now since we’re laying down it’s much easier for him to run his hand up my side and pull me into him. Again, he does this unprovoked, which I am still amazed at. So i tense up, he chuckles again, same routine. But it doesn’t last as long. But I’m not satisfied yet (of course) because he said it’d be even more than the previous night.

Well.

Me being a little shit mentions that. It gets a little blurry from there on until he slows down his hands and he stops kissing me and I manage to whisper “people are sleeping we have to be quiet,” he replies “that we do,” and I finish it by saying “then don’t make it so I *can’t* be quiet!”

he: “oh now you asked for it.”

and he began actually tickling me almost-fully while i tried as hard as i could not to laugh, opting for covering my mouth with my hand and basically letting out breathy (BUT QUIET!) laughs into it.

and a minute or two later after he stopped, you know what that fucker said, in the most amused yet teasy tone possible?

“Good job.”

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING MEEEEEE

JESUS I DIED THEN AND THERE I THINK

i tried tickling him back at one point and it didn’t work well bc he’s not as ticklish as i expected goddammit so he ended that attempt pretty quick

other things that were said include:

“someone really missed what we had going last night”

“you just keep directing me here” (referring to how i kept moving his head to my neck b/c jesus FUCK neck kisses make me weak and 8 times out of ten tickle really badly)

he said i was like a baby at some point friday night for whatever reason while we were making out and i was like “are you sure because you seem like the one who needs constant attention” and he was like “don’t pretend you’re not loving this” and i just couldn’t argue with that lol

“i thought you liked being touched!” at one point referring to how i, ya know, kept flinching every time he hit a sensitive spot and i don’t even remember how i responded

remember how i said "i honestly wonder if he knows it’s a kink or not but more on that later”? well it’s later.

ok so, like, most of the times he tickled me this weekend were unprovoked. Very few of those unprovoked ones were accidental, aka he knew exactly what he was doing. And the fact that most of times overall either led to or were during making out... also when he found out that it tickled when he squeezed my ass he kept going... a lot... it took a long time to get a break from that lmaooooo. Also the more he did so the more handsy he got... the more his hands wandered to my inner thighs... and that spot not only is an absolute death spot, i’ve also figured out that it’s a massive turn-on there. Now, earlier this evening he was teasing me a lot and it turned sexual and... like... he brought up tickling when he was trying to fluster me more and ...

shit. maybe he has a kink for it. That would make a lot of sense... anyway i think he’s either very close to figuring out i have one or he’s figuring out he has one for being a ‘ler or both 

god

i love halloween