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calcite may have made things worse

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((hey, just wanted you to know that i saw this blog and immediately re-installed pso2.... you reminded me how much i love that game..

ooc:// Hehe, I'm so glad! I wish the new version of it ran a little better on my computer, I want to take SO many pictures of calcite

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I couldn’t have a pink heart themed oc and NOT put him on valentine’s day cards. Calcite was compensated 6 shanix and free tickets to Knott’s Berry Farm for this (too big for the rides though)

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I don't pickpocket bots directly, silly. I just want some company with deep wallets to join me on a few fun errands! Tell me more about this Drift guy.

What kind of bot do you think I am? ... I'm pretty sure Megatron might actually offline me if he sees me, after last time.

Hey, handsome! I bet you've got some heavy wallets. I could help lighten your wallet for you 💖

That’s a pretty sweet offer, but I’m broke!

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Awww. You know any rich bots both of us could mooch off of? I know some neat places I think you should check out.

Hey, handsome! I bet you've got some heavy wallets. I could help lighten your wallet for you 💖

That’s a pretty sweet offer, but I’m broke!

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Heyyyyy~ Who's got 70 shanix I can borrow? I gotta try this new macaron place!

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::Hah, busted! I have gotten a bit rusty, since something happened to all the... Wealthier mecha I used to make bank on.::

Ignorance really is bliss sometimes, Megatron.

::Poetry...? How romantic! I know a few mecha that do elaborate book bindings for text, maybe I could see about doing a small run in that format? I think this could be a win-win for both of us.::

While a small run of Megatron's poems in a hardcover format might be expensive, given the sale of other things related to the mech, he is very sure it will sell, at this point.

« I think you need to learn some etiquette such as not asking what my function is and not asking someone how much money they have. I might suspect you're planning on robbing me. »

He is so glad he does not know what Calcite has and what he is pretending.

« I write poetry. I already have a distributor for it, unless, depending on the universe you're in, there would be a lucrative market. We could potentially make a deal, then. »

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::Not like a gun, like, shanix wise, or maybe energon-wise.:: He was running a bit low on both, after all... ::How stable are you?::

Calcite is luckily oblivious to the squint, glancing at one of the 3d mousepads of his that features a Megatron lookalike and pretending that's the look Megatron is giving him the entire time while he lounges on his berth.

::You're a writer? I wouldn't mind reading some of your work, Megatron, what kind of things do you make? But I can relate, heh. I swear to Primus, half my time is taking care of my ship or taking care of emergency repairs, between the odd job.::

Ping. Ping ping. ::Sorry I asked about your function and stuff, Megatron, I get that's not exactly an appropriate question these days. So, like, what do you do? Are you loaded?::

« Loaded? Like a gun? »

Megatron squints.

« I'd like to say I'm retired, but a lot of my time is spent between writing, upkeeping my ship, and setting up fuel operations on refugee worlds. »

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if anyone wants to see what original calcite's model looks like, here he is dancing

one day i will remember that there are options for posing so you don't have to see my UI

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created a quick reference sheet of calcite, just in time for artfight!! his design’s changed so much since 2020 aaaaaa

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polyhexianchicken​:

“…My what?? What the frag are you talking about it’s an optic mech you can’t do excercises with it??”

“Your optic strengthening exercises! So your optic can continue to see well. Obviously, if you think my paint job is painful, something is horribly wrong with your optic. You probably can’t even see shrimp colors.”

@partycopter ExCUSE you? Me? A 1? Do you need your eye checked? Can't you see my luscious paint job?

"It's all I can see, it hurts my optic so fraggin much I can't even look at you for longer than two kliks."

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Once satisfied, or once he can get any of the shirts back, Calcite will stop the shaking, but will continue to hold Blaze like a cat.

“Of course, Blaze. In fact, I’ll find some shirts that accentuate your pointy shoulders. You’ll look like a 9/10!”

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Does Blaze enjoy being picked up? Because this is how you get lifted and shaken. “If you wanted to look more stylish, you could have asked!”

And he is shaken, seeing Calcite twice, thrice, quadruple times.

“Those shirts better account my stupidly pointy shoulders so I don’t rip them.”

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“That just sounds like a you problem. You haven’t done any of your optic strengthening exercises, have you?”

@partycopter ExCUSE you? Me? A 1? Do you need your eye checked? Can't you see my luscious paint job?

"It's all I can see, it hurts my optic so fraggin much I can't even look at you for longer than two kliks."

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What? Hmph. Of course I can.

[He squats, but is on the tips of his pedes and is this close to falling over.]

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Wrong again, look at my legs.

Ptch!

Aesthetics are one thing. Can you do this?

[slav squats]

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“Well, the Megatron ones are pretty popular... But I suppose I can let you use the sample one. Just don’t get it dirty.” And a sample Megatron body pillow is thrown, straight at Meme’s face.

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“I do, why?” He tosses another Optimus Prime body pillow at Meme. Perish in comfort.

The pillow bounces off him as he did not put any effort into catching it.

“I meant that… What if I want someone like Megs on the body pillow?”

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photobombingcryptid​:

“You might want to take a good look in the mirror if you think that.” He giggles, lightly swatting after the servo coming close to his face. To him, this is all a game. To Calcite, this is a crime against fashion.

“Oh, I’m so scared.” Having enough of being on the floor, he pushes Calcite away from himself to stand up. “Inner sadist got out from their shell, didn’t it? Careful, some people might like that.” He winks and leans a bit to look at Calcite’s back and where he thinks the writings are.

“What I can tell is it will come off very easily. Trust me.”

“What kind of rabbits do you look at? They’re clearly different.” if he’s going to swat at his servo, then he’ll reach to grab Meme’s hand, squeezing hard. This is serious, and Calcite’s glare makes it clear he isn’t playing games today. At least, not until his paint job is fixed.

“Not much of a sadist if I made a vow not to harm bots, to be honest.” Calcite rolls his optics, but does wink in return, “What, are you saying you like being tossed around like a little toy? I’ll have to remember that.”

“It better. And you better make sure the paint looks good. I have more Optimus pillows at my disposal.” He could, perhaps, call the real guy, if needed, too.

Rough Touch

Your muse delivers beatings to mine.

It was only a matter of time when Calcite has finally become aware of the glow-in-the-dark text left on his back and rotors. 

That time has run out for Meme. The waiting game is turning into a fight for survival. Which to that, Meme is rather proud he’s been able to outlast his newest hunter for so long. He would hate to admit it outloud that seeing Calcite being so motivated into chasing him down is downright terrifying.

Only a few bounty hunters can intimidate him like that these days. Perhaps what plays into Calcite’s cards is that having your friend suddenly turn against you hits harder. 

But every game has its conclusion.

Meme is a downed man, curled up and being mercilessly hit again and again by Calcite standing over him. He brings down his attack weapon, a bodypillow portraying Optimus Prime (or a very convincing lookalike), which barely does any damage besides making Meme hysterically laugh at the absurdity of the whole situation.

A two hour chase... Concluding into this.

“Okay, okay, you can stop!” Meme pleads in between his laughter, trying to get a hold of the pillow to render it useless.

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photobombingcryptid​:

“I can’t-!” smack “I can’t fix it when you’re-” smack “hitting me! Give me a chance!”

He sees the window of opening and snatches the pillow, hindering it useless from any more violence. Look at that poor pillow - it already has some tears on that immaculate totally 100% Optimus Prime image.

“Calling you a silly rabbit? Yea… Yea! In all honesty, I think they were calling you that even before!” Attempt at damage control? Maybe.

“Okay, okay. I’ll help you get rid of it. Just promise me not to hit me again.”

Calcite sighs as Meme finally grabs the pillow. It looks like this violence is over, “Aw. I was starting to have fun. Maybe I made a mistake becoming a pacifist.” The poor Optimus pillow looks just a bit worse for wear, but he does wonder if he could still sell it to that strange Optimus fellow. He buys so many anyway...

“What? No they weren’t! I don’t even look like a rabbit!” His bunny-looking audials flick in irritation, as his hand reaches for Meme’s face, forgoing the pillow entirely.

“Good. And, I’ll only promise once it’s fixed. And if you leave another message hidden, I will pound you into the ground. With a pillow, so it probably doesn’t count as actual combat. You got that?”

Rough Touch

Your muse delivers beatings to mine.

It was only a matter of time when Calcite has finally become aware of the glow-in-the-dark text left on his back and rotors. 

That time has run out for Meme. The waiting game is turning into a fight for survival. Which to that, Meme is rather proud he’s been able to outlast his newest hunter for so long. He would hate to admit it outloud that seeing Calcite being so motivated into chasing him down is downright terrifying.

Only a few bounty hunters can intimidate him like that these days. Perhaps what plays into Calcite’s cards is that having your friend suddenly turn against you hits harder. 

But every game has its conclusion.

Meme is a downed man, curled up and being mercilessly hit again and again by Calcite standing over him. He brings down his attack weapon, a bodypillow portraying Optimus Prime (or a very convincing lookalike), which barely does any damage besides making Meme hysterically laugh at the absurdity of the whole situation.

A two hour chase... Concluding into this.

“Okay, okay, you can stop!” Meme pleads in between his laughter, trying to get a hold of the pillow to render it useless.