#and of course they. KILLED ME THEN revived me HEHEH

[kyurochurro]

GM it’s Christmas so my gift to u is an older spirk doodle of them walking the err uhhh unicorn dog alien thing from tos GSHSBHA based off that one scene from 101 Dalmatians u know the one ;D ✨💫

[consul-valerius]

Donna’s Thoughts on Their Birthday

since it is Donna’s birthday and I don’t think I’ll have a fic ready for tonight (working two jobs and some personal issues has really been killing my creativity 😭), I did want to do a post on how they feel about their birthday/how they would celebrate it! I plan on doing a proper fic exploring this in more detail, but I wanted to do a broader post as a place holder hehehe :3c

General context warning for mentions of trauma, childhood abuse/neglect, and allusions to sacrifices

I’m general, Donna has very… negative thoughts about their birthday (see this post for further context). Every year it’s marked by a growing dread and unease; the context around their birth is just not something that ever gets easier for them to deal with, and their own growing family does little to bring them a sense of ease. In fact, their own personal safety makes them feel more unsafe on their birthday. Their general thought is, “Well things are going…. Too good right now. Which means that I’m due for something bad now, and it would make sense that my crazy, homicidal parents would try to finish me off on the day of my birth 😬😬😬😬”

This is the general thought they have for most of their birthdays while living in Vesuvia; the only time they don’t have them is the three years after they were revived as they simply didn’t. Remember being a failed-sacrificial lamb baby 🤭

As a child, Dominique always tried making their birthdays a blast but something. Always went wrong. This only further “supported” the notion that their birth was this cursed day, and eventually Donna insisted they stop celebrating it in general. Dominique, put out, eventually agreed.

Pre-game events, Donna actually just straight up didn’t tell people their birthday. They would make a game out of telling people their star sign and having them guess the date from there, and even then, they would lie and just go with their first guess (unless, of course, it was correct lol)

Asra was obviously the first person they told, and Sam also knew. Sam, however, was always very good at respecting their boundaries and normally just treated it as a normal day (though he did very subtly spoil them more in special ways aka eating them out until they imploded LMAO)

Gradually, too, they told Valerius. He was at first annoyed they would lie to him about something like that, but once he understands why, he’s extremely doting on them. Typically, they spent their birthdays with just him and Asra, and normally it just involved a nice dinner between the three of them (Valerius either gives them their gifts before or after their actual birthday, when he knows they’ll be more receptive of it)

The person with the biggest issue this was actually Nadia. 1.) She does not tolerate being lied to and 2.) Not showering the person she loves in gifts, especially for their birthday, just doesn’t make sense to her nor does it sit right with her. She initially interprets it as “Oh, Donna’s still feeling like they aren’t worthy of love and affection. I must remedy this.” Her heart is in the right place, but……. Yeas.

She would definitely rope Valerius into throwing them what she thinks is a small surprise party (it isn’t, but it’s Nadia, she thinks a single banana is $20 lmao) While Valerius is initially hesitant, he eventually cannot say no to her and is convinced that because it’s Nadia hosting it, it should go off without a hitch.

The surprise party. Goes. Terribly. LMFAO. And Donna doesn’t even the room, they simply run. (They’re a runner they’re a track starrrrr 🏃🏻🏃🏻)

Donna isn’t necessarily mad at anyone involved, but they’re just. Overwhelmed, sad, and angry that they even feel this way. Nadia, in turn, feels insanely guilty and learns a big lesson on how to properly navigate her grander gestures of adoration :’)))

Her and Valerius do spend the night just totally spoiling them, and she never makes the mistake again, but this is just one instance of people trying to get Donna to break out of their birthday funk and. Failing. LOL

BUT THEN. INSERT. DAMIEN!

Damien absolutely adores his mama, and always insisted on celebrating their birthday in grandiose ways, even when he was a child.

“Mama, we have all this money and you have all these friends!!!! Where are they!!!!!! This is ridiculous!!! Father, you call yourself a husband???? 😤😤😤”

Despite their growing paranoia, Donna is more inclined to let Damien have his way. He and Valerius would plan bigger parties for them, and they learned how to grin and bear it for Damien’s sake.

As an adult, and now knowing why his mama doesn’t care for their birthdays, he’s much chiller but still very much attached to their hip all day.

“Mama, why are you working? Go back to bed. MAMA GO TO BED!!!!”

They have a private Mama/Son lunch every year, and the family always has a very large dinner together. Damien always takes weeks prepping for their gift, and him and Valerius have a secret bet on who can make Donna cry more with their presents LMAO (Damien always wins, but to be fair, he does have the unfair advantage of his presence being a present alone lmao)

[1358456]

Review Response, July 5-11, 2020

Another week!

Destiny #022

1)  You know this entire time, I hadn’t cried once, because I’m not really much of a crier, but goddamn that hurt. I very nearly cried at Y’s death... that’s just brutal. I was so happy too, that they’d finally found each other. But I knew something was wrong from the time it said that he couldn’t hear her. A dexholder on high alert would definitely have heard that call. Anyways, perhaps if she’d’ve died knowing that he loved her, it wouldn’t have been so bad. But of course, that is not what happened. I imagine that the next thing that will happen is X will either somehow find the dexholders (whether they find him or he finds them idk) confess and become more of a recluse than ever with much pity from the others and then when they fight Peter again, X will turn against them and yada yada, or Peter will take him now and do whatever. Pretty vague, but that’s the current grip I have on the situation. Seeing as how Diamond almost killed Platinum in the same manner, one can assume that he was also aware of him killing Platinum. At least before you had the reassurance (although it’s not much) that Diamond wouldn’t be conscious of his doing, but he probably is. At least we were spared of the narrative. How ironic, Diamond doing the exact thing he wasn’t meant to do for Platinum. He was supposed to protect her with his life, instead he took away her life. This Zygarde really knows how to make a good tragedy, huh. Makes you wonder what he does in his free time. But despite her dying, Y was really proficient this chapter. Like, the fight with Diamond had you thinking, “Go girl! Kick his butt!” Because itself was the most fun (?) to read so far, for some reason. However short it was, it was very creative and for once Y was on top of her game and practically saved the day. But you and I both know that didn’t lasts very long. Oh well, at least we got to see Yellow.

Oho, didn’t cry, eh? Hehe. Maybe you should read SA after this. Given your pairing preferences, I think that one would hit you a lot harder. I’m fairly sure that Y’s fate in this chapter didn’t get as much of a reaction because the Generation VI cast was still fairly new at the time.

Well, the mind control victims should be vaguely aware of what’s happening from time to time, when the control slips a bit. Hehe. What Zygarde is doing in its free time... Um... is Zygarde the one writing the story? Hehe. I will say. While in recent couple of years, I’ve been happy overall and always will be, but back when Destiny plans were created... those were dark times.

Hehe. Y’s really awesome in fighting situations, eh? I suppose more of that is to come in Legacy. But in Destiny... well... cut short. ... Oh yeah, Yellow exists too. Hehe.

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Destiny #023

1)  Whoa. Just... whoa. I had no Idea that Yveltal could bring people back from the dead. Should I be fearing a zombie apocalypse? Ok haha enough jokes. I admit, I feel a sliver of hope. If Y’s was resurrected, could she live the rest of her life happily? But somehow I don’t think that will happen. I don’t know how Yveltal’s powers work, but if Yveltal goes down, wouldn’t Y also? And she’s under Yveltal’s control anyways, once she finds out about what she’s going to do I don’t think she’ll ever forgive herself. And of course, those who die cannot live life with the living again. It is how the world works and it is what’s right. But I don’t know how Y’s morals work, so it’s possible she may take the “try my best to live now that I’ve been given a chance” approach. Well, it’s a little too early to speculate now. I’m sure I’ll know more in the next chapters anyway. But something I do know now? Blue’s back! I did not think it’d be this soon honestly. I thought it’d take her a little longer. That makes me a little proud now. It seems like she’s willing to make up with Green. Ahhhhh what a relief. I’m confident that she’ll be a great asset to the rapidly diminishing team. That’s a bit of a depressing note. How many dexholders have been brainwashed now? Ruby, Sapphire it seems, Diamond, X (though it seems like maybe he can fight back a little?), and technically Blue (but Blue really can fight back). That’s a lot... and there’s no doubt that more will be brainwashed. How will the final battle look like? Will the other dexholders be able to break the hold on their minds? Somehow I don’t think so. But at least I can be reassured by the fact that the heroes always win. Slightly. Your powers of writing may not take that route haha. But I’m pretty sure they will. Speaking of the brainwashing, I allowed myself a moment to believe that Ruby could hear what Sapphire was saying. And would, you know, maybe snap out of it. But actually, thinking back on the past few chapters, that would be the case, wouldn’t it? That Ruby could hear her. And although it was heartbreaking for Ruby to betray her like all the other female dexholders (it really has been all female... poor gals) it’s at least comforting that he heard. Why else would he say her name? I don’t think Zygarde would make him. So maybe it IS possible for the other dexholders to break the brainwashing, little by little. But then again Zygarde seems to want the angst on max, so I’m not sure.

Hehe. I recall saying that there would be no revivals from Xerneas. But I never said anything about reanimating the dead. “Loophole”! I figured, Xerneas and Yveltal are polar opposites. Xerneas promotes life, Yveltal promotes destruction. So... it’s a plausible idea to give Xerneas control over life, and Yveltal over death. At least it makes more sense than Zygarde with Neural Para... mind control.

For Blue, she lost all will to do anything when Silver died. And while she wanders, discovering Y’s death, especially after all that happened in the cave, would’ve shocked her into action. And sure enough, it has! Rapidly diminishing team... well, that’s because there were far too many to begin with. So... thin out the numbers without killing all of them, with temporary incapacitation, mind control, etc.

Well, at this point in time... Ruby is not in Zygarde’s control anymore. Hehehe... Come to think of it, it is the girls who are mostly being betrayed by their mind controlled loved ones. But... that’s more chance than anything, really. Hehe. Angst on max... Like I said, those were dark times. And darker times are ahead, given what happened in 2016. Though I don’t recall actually writing anything in that time.

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Destiny #024

1)  To be honest, I don’t have a lot to say. I think it happens every now and then when you just need more of the story to really get a grip on it, you know? But I will say, I hadn’t thought before about them not fighting Peter. At least I don’t think I’ve thought of it before. Clearly he’s too overpowered. They’re simply not going to win no matter what against him. So they take it to Zygarde. I’m not sure how of course. But I assume it has something to do with Sabrina... that and maybe the other legendaries. Fight fire with fire, no? It might work. But that’s all I really got. Never was the idea man unfortunately...

Heh. It’s a basic tactic, really. You don’t HAVE to run up a ramp into tanks and you don’t HAVE to go find an enemy that’s stronger than you and hope it goes differently this time around. Just go around. Of course, the Dex Holders don’t have the necessary information to do that right now. So until then, avoid contact and muster for battle!

[bladekindeyewear]

Boots Reads Homestuck Epilogue(s) Part 14 - Candy Page 27

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Alright, back from a brief excursion.  I really, REALLY wanna fucking finish this.  I want to see ROXY UNZOMBIFIED goddamnit, or at least get a REASON for her zombification, even if it’s just some Dirk-like villain who just cliffhangers himself away like a fucking asshole.

Also, comment on John’s whole rant... I guess John DID kind of want to be important.  Or... well, not “important” per se, but rather at least impactful in his friends’ lives.  It feels like they’re all walking dead through their own unsolved problems, trying to put on a pretty face, and nothing he tries to do matters, even attempted kidnapping.  He feels as useless as Dirk THINKS he is, but he never really was.  Gosh, I wish he’d pulled off that absurd kidnapping.  Freeing people from this sort of thing is supposed to kind of be his jam?

Okay, reading the new page.

FUCK.  TEN YEARS???????

Pff, John’s kid and sorta!Vriska.  Yeah I can buy that.

Also I love how they type out “Harry Anderson” every single time as his full first goddamn name.

--God damnit, how is Gamzee still fucking things up ten years later?  Hasn’t someone considered killing him?

Karkat and Meenah, also unsurprising.  Too bad Dave has to die unsatisfied.  >:(

Hm... this sorta!Vriska also has a weird Capitalization Quirk for Important Words, huh?  --Oh right, Kanaya raised her.  That might do it.

Hm, eyepatch?

Alright, the world’s falling into chaos.  Did the world HAVE to fucking fall into chaos in BOTH TIMELINES where these supposedly-went-through-a-successful-journey heroes managed to eek out victory despite opposing reality’s greatest tyrant?  Pfuh.

--and right.  Alt!Callie reinforces the idea that even though this possibility “wasn’t canon” -- which... means Meat is?? D: -- that the lives within still matter when looked at within their own bubble.

JADE: while abstracted heavily, and fully freed from all forces of narrative gravity, these events still represent possibilities that slept within the hearts of all who reside here.

Mhmm, part of an extension of themselves, their uniqueness, their hopes and dreams and... whatever WHOEVER did to fuck Roxy over.  Jesus DICK what’s happened to her I need to know you’d better fix this.

And somewhere within that mess, John Egbert is the best man at Jade and Dave’s wedding. He lasts nearly two hours before he gets a ruinous case of the sniffles.

Maybe they worked it out into ALMOST full mutual love?  Even if Dave’s 70% gayness goes totally unsatisfied?  I mean, I can hope, right?  :(

Dammit, Jade, couldn’t you have done this properly?  :C

and everyone knows that John has lost his family to Jane Crocker.

What the shit?!???

What drove Roxy away was him being depressed and just an all-around huge wet blanket who was impossible to live with. John is totally ready to own the fact that he was a bad husband, but maybe not the fact that he was a bad enough husband to drive his wife to passively support a brewing genocidal dictatorship. She looks happier, though, whenever he’s caught sight of her behind Jane—Calliope faithfully at her side—in any of the propaganda broadcasts that Jane passes off as business press conferences. By the time Roxy finally cut things off between them, he hadn’t personally seen her smile in years.

WHAT.  THE.  SHIT.

WHY DID ROXY DO ALL THIS THEN.  WHY DID SHE OF ALL PEOPLE, ONE OF THE MOST FORCEFUL AND SMART AND COOL--- GUHHH SHE JUST VOIDED HER WILL JUST OUT OF OBLIGATION TO JOHN OR SOMETHING?????????? WHAT THE FUCK WHYYYYYYY

Characters choke.  Characters make bad decisions.  That’s fair.  Andrew’s said that before.  But John was VISIBLY RECOGNIZING HOW OUT OF CHARACTER ROXY WAS ACTING.  WHYYYYYYYYY DID IT HAPPEN, WHY SUDDENLY DECADES OF MISHANDLED RELATIONSHIP WITH ABSOLUTELY NOBODY POINTING OUT THE OBVIOUS WHAT THE FUCK.  AND ROXY WAS THE ONE WHO STARTED IT AND PUSHED INTO JOHN UNTIL HE ACCEPTED.  WHY.

WHY.

Read.  Calm down.  Read.  There had better be.  A FUCKING.  ANSWER.

Hi military rebellion leader Karkat.

KARKAT: OH MY GOD JOHN, STOP BEING SO FUCKING PATHETIC FOR JUST A MINUTE. COULD YOU DO THAT FOR ME? JOHN: i don’t know. that’s a pretty big favor you’re asking me there, karkat.

heheh

JOHN: i dunno. it doesn’t seem responsible, really... to dedicate my life to something so important when i’m in a place where i can’t even find the energy to think that getting out of bed in the morning is “important.”

Depression stuff, yeah.

John really needs a psychologist who isn’t just Rose.

pff, yifftrain.

That’s how the years pass. Faster and faster the longer it goes. 

What.  The.  Fuck.

We’re not going to get any answers are we.  Roxy just acted out of character for no reason, didn’t she.  This is-- no, Andrew’s too GOOD at this for that to-- I mean--  is there a big answer he’s just not telling us-- FUCK!!!!  D:

AAAAAAAA

This sucks.  This sucks this sucks this SUCKS.  But I’ll keep reading.  I have to know.  If I’m ever going to be able to stand, like, i dunno... homestuck rp i guess? i should probably keep reading.  and hope i recover.  eventually.

But that’s only part of it. Above this Earth, the dead cherub is still meditating, waiting for the day when she can have her own heroic apotheosis. Waiting for the day when she can confront the one she calls the Prince. And on this Earth, John is just waiting for the day that feeling finally stops. That feeling that he’s still waiting for something, and the even worse feeling that years ago, he missed his only chance to put an end to it. If you stand on a very high hill at dawn, you can watch your shadow move in an arc around you.

Yeah, reinforcing that John would be happier in the timeline where he did something and -- at least temporarily, since there’s hope of future revival -- “died” because of it, even if he wasn’t clear on why what he was trying to do even really mattered in the whole scheme of things.

...which is pretty weird when you consider the ending of Homestuck didn’t try to express that messa-- no, wait.  I guess it did?

Yes, everyone went to the post-victory planet to live out indefinite lives, but there WAS still the stage play.  Proving that John, at least, WOULD eventually step outside the happy ending to instead risk his life doing something important.  They earned both possibilities, really, to choose from at their will.

...Aren’t there another dozen pages or so left in this Candy segment, though??  Are we gonna follow their kids or something?

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...Okay so stuff still needs to happen here, plotways.  Good.  I think.

A flash above the clouds catches John’s attention: another ghost, falling down from wherever it is they come from. John follows after the light with an exhausted sigh. The novelty of dead trolls falling from the sky has really worn off over the years. But he might as well go warn the new arrival that they’ve landed in the middle of an imminent warzone. He sets down at the edge of the crater and peers through the smoke.

He recognizes the ghost immediately, because he sees a younger version of her almost every day.

JOHN: vriska?

Vriska’s face snaps up, eyes blazing. Eyes. Actual eyes, with expression, color, pupils, and everything.

JOHN: wait. you’re... JOHN: alive??

PFFFFFFhahahahah!

That’s pretty hilarious.  Vriska fell into the singularity and popped out here.

...Yeah, you can’t stand having missed the most “important” bit, can you.  Too bad.  You didn’t have the spotlight in the end.

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JADE: it is the one i have been waiting for all these years. JADE: we have run along parallel lines for what may as well be eternity, but my gravitational well has finally ensnared him. JADE: and now he is due to fall into this world.

Uhh, who?  Davebot or something, from the postscript?  Couldn’t be Gamzee, unless it’s, like... a different Gamzee.

“Chaos war”?  That’s a dramatic title.

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Hmm, reading reading...

Will Dad’s passing knock any sense into you?  Probably not.

...yeah, it wasn’t going to be that easy, was it?

Of course.  Of course Dad died saving the President.

Although, she’s going to assign fault to Karkat and then want to start a full bloody war over it, so, the opposite of having sense knocked into her then.

JANE: UGH! JANE: That... that fool!! JANE: I can’t believe that he would do this! JANE: How could he do this to me!?! JAKE: Janey... JANE: The human president could be anyone! JANE: My dad can’t be anyone but him!

Jane, you’ve become a real asshole.  :(

...Fuck you Gamzee.

GAMZEE: hEy. GAMZEE: Do YoU tHiNk ThAt MiGhT bE a BiT mOtHeRfUcKinG xEnOpHoBiC?

PFFFFHAHAHAHAHAAHAHhhh oh my GOD :’D

JANE: What? You think appealing to me with your disgusting little addiction is going to sway me?

Oh Jesus Christ that’s horrifying.  THAT’s what’s been going on.  I don’t want to visualize it, dear lord.

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Hahahah, catching Vriska up.  She’s practically curling up in a ball like Squidward in future shock.

PFFF PUTTING PARENS AROUND HER NAME SHE CAN’T STAND BEING IRRELEVANTIZED LIKE THAT

JOHN: i was supposed to go fight lord english, but i didn’t. so now we’ve gone beyond, like, the event horizon of canon. (VRISKA): What the fuck does that even MEAN????????

Wait, shouldn’t YOU know exactly what that means, Vriska?  Like, better than most people at least?

JOHN: all i know is that all of this is my fault.

:(

JOHN: it’s been turning around in my head like this for a while. i thought... JOHN: why does everything here fucking SUCK so much? JOHN: how the hell did we even make it from point A to point festering clusterfuck? JOHN: it doesn’t follow any kind of logic i understand, or any sort of basic sense i have about who we are as people... JOHN: and why? why have we all ended up so unhappy and... twisted up?

Yeah, a BUNCH of people have acted really goddamn out of character and it’s unclear why.

JOHN: i got everything i wanted. everyone got what they— JOHN: what i thought they wanted. JOHN: and that’s just it, isn’t it? JOHN: the more i think about it, i’m the only factor that matters to anything.

--What?!?  No!!!  You could SEE that this wasn’t what you thought they wanted right from the get-go.  It couldn’t have been YOUR imagination that this realm of alternative possibility was drawn from, could it?  D:

JOHN: whatever i did, or didn’t do, just... destroyed reality’s ability to, like, substantiate itself, or whatever. JOHN: like there’s a bug in the operating system of whatever force in this world that regulates cause and effect. JOHN: everything’s been unraveling. nothing that happens makes sense anymore. JOHN: and now i’m the only person out here who’s even real at all! JOHN: hahahaha.

That’s certainly an idea at least, that people started acting out of character as we went further from “canon”.  In fact, it’s kind of a slam at fanfics, maybe?  Acknowledging that they distort the characters by understanding them in different ways, sometimes, and.. hm.

(VRISKA): Hahahahahahahaha... Wow, I’ve never seen a guy get his 8ulge all the way down his own swallow chute 8efore! JOHN: wait, what? (VRISKA): Good fuck. Do you actually think reality gives that much of a shit a8out you? (VRISKA): Get real, Eg8ert. (VRISKA): It’s not like you’re me. JOHN: ok, well. JOHN: that’s fair i guess.

Heheheh.  ...Yeah, Vriska might pep talk him out of this self-deprecating theory of his.  Besides, I mean... is that the ONLY cause for this whole fucking situation?  That Roxy’s will got eroded to nothing arbitrarily either at random in a glitching non-canon timeline or because John kind of maybe thought something was going to happen and reality decided to run with it??

...heheh, “batterpanzers”.

I’m pretty sure caring what “c8non” is supposed to be is EXACTLY the thing you’re freaking out about, Vriska, whether you realize it or not.

Oooh, Gamzee.  Do we get to see Vriska kill him?

Yeaaah... redemption ain’t for THIS sp8der.  The ghost version of Vriska got the closest thing to redemption she’ll ever get; THIS version never learned any damn lessons and is not going to accept that she ever NEEDS to.  Also, you said her name in relevance-reducing parentheses.  Bad move.

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Yaaaay here’s the bunch of indigo blood we were promised!! :D

Where’s the nudity though? Maybe that’s coming.

He yowls as if he had actual testicles to be mauled, and for all anyone knows, maybe he really does.

It’s reassuring to see that while Andrew is more than willing to give us WAY too much genital detail in some cases throughout this epilogue, he still knows how to deftly exploit the parts of anatomy that still AREN’T explicitly characterized and remain intentionally vague for their impactful resulting humor.  :)

She lunges at Gamzee’s catastrophic face lips-first, and practically dives into his mouth, ramming her tongue into his

NOOO FUCK HE WAS ABOUT TO DIE AAAAAA D’:

FUCK  :(

Okay, back on to anything but this.

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Oh shit, double Vriska.  This might be bad.

...Phew.  Nice save, John.

JOHN: ha ha. yeah, right. because this is real life, right? JOHN: i guess reading narrative relevance into a bunch of dumb and totally random events is kind of lame and childish. ROSE: No, that isn’t what I meant at all. ROSE: By all means, apply a narrative to our lives. Up until a certain point, it would have been perfectly accurate to do so. ROSE: But not anymore. JOHN: because... it’s not canon, right? ROSE: Do you remember what I told you years ago? About the three pillars of canon?

Wuh-oh.

ROSE: As I explained to you on that morning sixteen years ago, there are three critical features of canon: essentiality, relevance, and truth. JOHN: yeah. ROSE: We have been untethered from the mooring of “truth” for some time now. ROSE: So while we, in our subjective experiences of conscious perception, feel in this moment that we have known each other for a very long time, technically it’s not true at all.

...Okay.  Okay.

So.  Were, like.

Roxy and Calliope affected by the, like... “untruth wave” of his choice not to go the hardest, because he made it in their vicinity?  And that turned Roxy into a hypnozombie with minimal apparent free will? :C

...Oh wow.  She’s thanking John that she got a chance to be happy in this side timeline, even if so many other people suffered.  Because of the fucking hell Dirk was about to unleash on her in the Meat timeline.  Fuck.

ROSE: In the silly wizard story I wrote when I was a child, ROSE: The realm most comparable to heaven existed in a state of subliminal conditionality, dependent on the inscience of the individual experiencing it. ROSE: Which is to say that it would cease to exist the moment you realized what it was. ROSE: And so, those with knowledge could never truly be happy.

Oh wow, huh.  Yeah, knowing you’re just in a fanfic kind of screws your appreciation for life around you, huh.  So John got fucked over a bit by his metatextual awareness.  :(

And... Rose was, like, cut off by his choice from her own metatextual awakening, maybe?  Hence her ability to appreciate a life somewhere disconnected from anything “canon”?

ROSE: But that isn’t me anymore. ROSE: I am blind against the veil of this world. ROSE: It’s all ambrosia to me. ROSE: I don’t care if it’s not true. I care even less if it’s not canon. ROSE: I have a beautiful wife who I love more than I thought possible, and a daughter who I am immeasurably proud of. ROSE: It can all be senseless, ephemeral noise that dissolves in the void. A whisper swept up by the wind before it’s uttered. ROSE: I’m still grateful to have felt this way.

:’)

Alright, this might be a pretty good way of accepting their potential happiness in different timelines as a potential substitute for Dirk’s mess.  I’m not sure HOW well I’ll be able to internalize it to stop the stomach cramps, but we’ll see.

We still have a little bit more left, though.  Next post.

[thetenacioustiger]

[Durga/Garuda] Happy Birthday to You

Original fanfic by 御田出汁春/おでんだしはる Translated by Cuppy

I’m not sure when we promised each other. I’m not sure it could even be called a promise; it was my partner’s one-sided wish. “When I die, there’s something I want you to do.” All I did was listen to my friend’s request. By chance, I happened to remember it.

The rain seemed to erase everything as it fell. Until just a few hours ago, comrades from that small Asian country had fought here on this soil. Blood and mud smeared the dead bodies piled there. They were run over with a tank, friend and foe alike were crushed and tampered with. Identifying any specific person would be pretty difficult. ‘Gruesome’ would be the right word; not one spark of life remained. 

Then, a single soldier appeared. In the midst of the muddled scenery, a man’s white, spiky hair and his body’s robotic parts belatedly shone. The man’s right eye gleamed ominously as he walked. Occasionally, he would come to a complete stop, kicking away the small piles underfoot. From beneath some of that flesh, the man’s friend was revealed. Completely annihilated. “Dumbass. You really messed up, idiot.” He stomped on his face with his combat boots. He rubbed his muddy boots on his hair and scalp, slowly pushing his head into the soft earth. Of course, there was no reaction. The scene was merely reflected in the man’s pupil. “You’re wasting my time! I shoulda left you. Everyone else have aaaall already evacuated.” The man lifted his foot, crouching down and roughly wiping his friend’s face with his sleeve, making him look like he was when he was alive. “You reeeaaally are stupid.” He began to reach for his cold left hand, but his eyes fixated on the black face of a watch. Through the sound of rain, he could clearly hear the ticking. Just like a heart, the man thought. Then, he thought that if he ever lost his own watch, he could replace it with his friend’s. Mechanical fingers skillfully wound around his belt. His dead friend’s heart beat in the man’s right hand. “...Well, I guess I owe that bastard one.” At this, he struck his solid right thigh with his mechanical right hand, emitting a clang. He pinched the part of his friend that appeared to be the nose, giving his fingers a flick. The flesh that flew off at the moment he snapped his fingers did not seem to bother the man at all. “Hehehe, not so handsome anymore, huh. Ohh nooo, what you should really worry about is what your mug’ll look like when you’re brought back to life!” Switching from his formerly calm composure, his throat shook with a huge laugh. He seemed to go mad with the belief that incredibly interesting things will happen from here on out, or maybe he was laughing from sheer joy. He held his stomach as the sound of his guffaws echoed.

The man, with his wet fingertips, traced the ripped open skin and exposed bone on the back of his friend’s neck. “Ahhh… I somehow remembered it, so I guess I’ll keep it. That promise we made.” He took the knife from the belt on his waist, and it glittered through the screen of rain.

“It’s an emergency! Hurry up and get ready.” The man had taken his friend back with him to the army hospital. With the knife and the man’s own strength, decapitating him had been no trouble at all. Taking him straight back to the hospital, he grabbed the first technician to catch his eye and proposed a transplant surgery. The skinny, bald man caught the freshly severed head reflexively as it was thrown down, replying detachedly. “He’s already dead, so there’s nothing we can do.” “Who said anything about reviving him? Transplant the contents into a Gargoyle chip. It’s not that unusual, right.” “Precedence isn’t the problem, but doing it without confirming the person’s intentions…” “He begged me to do it while he was alive.” “I can’t just do a memory transplant operation that easily. I need permission from my superiors, I don’t want them getting mad at me.” No sooner than he had finished speaking his refusal, the bald man found himself in a vice grip, the muzzle of a gun appearing from the man’s knee and firing three shots. In an instant, it became as silent as a graveyard. The man’s uniform pants were soaked in rainwater, mud, and blood, dripping to the ground and making a puddle. He tore them off, the bullet shells making scattered noises as they tumbled to the ground. The turning of his thigh revolver made a harsh mechanical sound, filling the room. Every person in the room had their heart gripped by that man. Everyone understood. That man is insane, and no words could get through to him. If that man decided to kill the technicians at that moment, he wouldn’t be able to escape his execution. But that, as far as the man was concerned, had no relation at all at the moment. Perform the operation without permission, or be killed. The engineers had 2 choices. One of the technicians licked his dry lips. He stared at the bald one, and then his gaze shifted to the man. From between the man’s dark lips, his white teeth shone through in a complacent smile. Almost like a shiver, he twitched in laughter. “No one is refusing, right? Weeeelll then, doctors…”

That final memory was of bathing in a hail of bullets and falling to the ground. Mouth filled with the taste of blood and mud, the face of that eccentric friend that I would never meet again was brought to mind. The feeling of dying. That’s right, I was dead. So then… what exactly is happening right now? The inside of my head made a strange sound, just like the sound of a computer starting up----the inside of my head? I have no skull... …. In a dark space, green and blue letters were suspended, a yellow radar, many people in front of my eyes, white labcoats, code; it seems like this is a hospital… I’m really seeing this, right? How did this happen to me? It couldn’t be that I lived despite taking a direct hit from an explosion? ….Perhaps, possibly, that guy really-- “Hey, old man, he’s OK, right? If you messed up, I’ll fucking kill you.” “He’s fine, more or less.” As he looked up at the giant, unmanned, mass-produced, and considerably larger than himself weapon, the man nodded. His tail cut through the air with a whoosh.

Suddenly, the Gargoyle’s eyes flashed red. The head shook bit by bit. The vibration slowly spread downward, the code randomly reaching out and causing him to shake. It seems that somehow or another, his life’s data was installed successfully, and the startup had commenced. “Haaa, did ya wake up, ya big pig? It’s a beautiful day! Hyaaaahaha!” “Stop kicking this army-owned equipment, it would be better if you at least direct your kicks at his actual living body.” “No no no, he’s already dead, with no way to revive him… basically.” With that, the man narrowed his eyes into slits at the strange and unavoidable state of affairs, opening his mouth wide like a yawning cat. “Wahh!! Happy Birthday! Right? Hyaahahaaha...Hehehehee, ….hyaahaahaa, haahahahahaaaaa. Since you ended up in that kind of body, you have all these new skills you can make use of! Guess it was a good thing you died, huh? Yeah, hey. Why don’t you give yours truly some thanks!” The bald man was still, not listening to the “clang, clang” as he kicked the Gargoyle. The brand new weapon already had a scar. Grind, grind, the Gargoyle’s body began to move little by little. It’s awkward, but his determination can be sensed through his movements. “Ohh, you can already move...Well, I guess you’ve grasped the current situation. Gargoyle QG01028j, if you can hear me, raise your right hand. How’s your field of vision? If it’s OK, then lower your hand… Mm, the transplant was a success. I haven’t run all the checks yet, but I’d say your past data is 98% problem-free. Ah, I guess you would know that already.” “Old man, of course there’s no way he would’ve forgotten me…” The mechanical arm reached out towards the man. At that moment, his head crashed into the Gargoyle’s armored chest. The man’s large frame was held in a hug by the steel arm. “Uh!? ...Gah…! ...Stop, this… Gaaaah” “Ah, looks like he remembers you, great, isn’t that great.” The bald-headed man spoke in monotone as he took down notes at a high speed. No matter how he beat at his blue head, the man was only released when he was on the verge of being crushed to death. From his split forehead, blood flowed, polluting his artificial eye, but he looked at his friend without wiping it away. Both eyes seemed responsive, flickering, and the man let his teeth show just a little. And then, he silently laughed.

[tournesolia]

More blood Kanato Ecstasy Prologue

*flashback

-- What should I do in order to get what I want ?

If you say that I can't, I shall attack you.

It feels like I was told that I dedicate my efforts.

But what should I do ?

… What on earth was it that I wanted ?

Place : Balcony

Kanato : …

Cordelia : … Hehe, what an idiot...

Richter : Cordelia...

Cordelia : I didn't mean anything like that...

Kanato : …

Cordelia : … Oh ? Kanato, what are you doing on the rooftop ?

Kanato : …

Cordelia : Kanato ?

Kanato : The moon... I'm watching the moon

Cordelia : Oh, I see. That aside, let's continue our previous discussion, Richter...

Richter : … Is that alright, Cordelia ?

Cordelia : Hehe, of course. Today is really the good day of the month

Kanato : …

*Kanato takes a knife out

Kanato : Mother...

Cordelia : Ehehe, Richter...

Richter : … !

Cordelia : … Hm... hmm...

*Kanato cuts himself

Kanato : Ah... I cut my hand with this knife... Hehe, it hurts...

Mother, there's so much blood

Cordelia : … Hmm...

Richter : … Cordelia... Hm !

Kanato : …

*Kanato cuts himself again

Kanato : Hehe... Bright red blood is coming out...

*more cutting

*blood splattering

Kanato : Hehehe, more and more is coming...

It looks like a bright red moon... so beautiful... Hey, mother... Mother, look...

Cordelia : … Hehe, Richter...

Richter : … Hehe

*another cutting sound

Kanato : Hehe... Ahahahaha

*cutting sound

Kanato : Ahahaha... hehe... ahahaha !

*cutting sound and blood splattering

Kanato : Ahaha... Hahahaha !!

*Kanato jumps off the rooftop

*Kanato hits the ground

Kanato : Oh…

…

Place : Garden

Kanato : … Hehe... Hehehehe

Ahaha... I didn't die. I didn't die, mother... somehow... hehehe

(For human beings... they can die by just falling down from there... Hehe, hehehe...)

(Hehehe... Humans are so fragile if they die by just doing this... Ahahahahaha!)

Ahahaha, so funny ! Ahahahaha !!

Hahaha... Hehe...

… Haha...

Sigh...

♫ Are you going to Scarborough Fair...

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme... ♫

Cordelia : Ah... ?

Kanato : ♫ Remember me to one who lives here ♫

Cordelia : Kanato ? Where is he ?

Kanato : …

Cordelia : I can hear his singing voice... Well, it sounds good. That child is also a mysterious one

Kanato : …

*end of flashback

Place : Living room

*breaking sound

Kanato : Haa... Haa... !

I won't forgive... won't forgive, won't forgive... WON'T FORGIVE... !

*more breaking sounds

Reiji : Kanato ! How much things will you destroy to make you feel better !?

Good grief, who do you think will clean up all this ? How irresponsible, calm yourself !

Kanato : I'm pissed off, how can I calm myself !?

*breaking sound

Reiji : Don't touch anything in that case. How many valuable dishes do you think you have destroyed now ?

Kanato : Shut up ! What kind of value you're saying those dishes have !?

*breaking sound

Kanato : You can't distract my attention by saying that !

*breaking sound

Kanato : Such things doesn't have value !

*breaking sound

Reiji : Sigh... It's no use to say anything

*Reiji left

*breaking sound

Kanato : … Haa... Haa...

*breaking sound

Kanato : *starts crying

Hic... snif... why... why... sob...

Why am I so frustrated... ? Why... ?

Even though it’s my body... why saying... snif...

I hate this... Hic... whaaaaa....

Scene change : Entrance

Yui : (As soon as I got home, I heard some tremendous sounds... I wonder what happened)

(I think it comes from the living room...)

Scene change : Living room

Yui : Huh.. ?

(There's a sound, but it's dark here...)

Kanato : *cries

Yui : Eh... ?

Kanato-kun ! What's wrong ?

*Yui approaches Kanato

Kanato : *cries

Yui : Kanato-kun, hold on ! What's wrong ?

Kanato : … is it... ?

Yui : Eh... ?

Kanato : What is it !? What on earth do you want !?

Yui : Kya !

Sorry sorry, I was worried...

Kanato : Worried ? About me ?

Why do you worry about me ? What makes you think you have the right to worry about me ?

Yui : Um...

Kanato : Answer me ! Now !!

Yui : Kanato-kun...

Kanato : … Hey, Yui-san. Do something, it's painful...

Yui : Eh... ?

Kanato : Why I'm getting so irritated... when I think about you... ?

My intestine is about to boil over... It's annoying enough to feel nauseated

… It's because you're here, right ?

Yui : Eh... ?

Kanato : It's because you're here that I'm suffering like this, right ?

Your existence is what's making me suffer, right ?

You're the one annoying me, right ?

It's your fault, right ?

Yui : W-Wait Kanato-kun, calm down...

Kanato : HOW CAN I CALM DOWN !?

*Kanato pushes Yui down

Yui : … !

Kanato : *restarts crying

*Kanato strangles Yui

Yui : N-no... ! Kanato-kun... ! Don’t tighten my neck...

Kanato : SHUT UP ! SHUT YOUR MOUTH !!!!

Yui : … !

(Kanato-kun...)

Kanato : Uh... hic... It's painful, painful, and I can't bear it

Just thinking about you makes me want to crush everything. I'm angry

Why ? Why am I angry like this ?

Hey... what should I...

Yui : Kanato-ku...

Kanato : How can I be released from this suffering... ?

… I wonder if I should kill you...

Will my suffering end if I kill you... ?

Yui : … It... hurts...

Kanato : *cries

Please hurry ! I can't stand it... It's so painful...

Yui : …

(Perhaps it’s because I defended Azusa-kun at that time...)

(But if that's the case, how can I relieve Kanato-kun's anger...?)

(… Kanato-kun, please...)

Kanato : … Why are you crying ?

Why !? Why are you crying !?

Do you hate me so much !? Or are you so glad that you're restrained !?

Yui : …

(That's wrong...)

(It's because I don't want to see Kanato-kun suffering so much...)

(But even I don't know what to do...)

(I don't know what to do for Kanato-kun... so...)

Kanato : … Please answer me ! Why are you silent !?

Did I hit the mark if you're being silent !? You're glad to have your neck tightened by me !?

In that case... I'll kill you as you wish !

Yui : (Kanato-kun...)

… If you want to kill me... you can do it...

Kanato : !?

Yui : So... if you'll be satisfied with this... I...

(I'm fine...)

Kanato : What do you mean !?

*Kanato let go of Yui

Yui : Haa... Haa... Kanato... kun... ?

Kanato : What do you mean by that !?

What the hell do you mean !? I don't understand... ! That's why I...

Uuh...

*Kanato runs away

Yui : Ah...

(Kanato-kun left...)

…

(Kanato-kun... his face was awfully sad...)

When I gently touch my throat,

the feeling of Kanato-kun's trembling fingers revives.

“It hurts, I'm scared”

Originally it should be normal to think that.

Nethertheless, nothing but sorrow

is floating in my mind now.

How can I rescue Kanato-kun ?

What's the right thing to do ?

– I don't know at all.

Ecstasy prologue : End

[oveliagirlhaditright]

Show Appreciation

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33771730

Joshua tries to tell Shiki that she did something that an Angel could have, something hella powerful, but he does it sort of creepily. But even with that, Josh and Shiki find themselves having a pretty pleasant day with each other, as they more and more find their footing with one another.

A story where Shiki/Neku/Joshua are all in a relationship but Shiki/Josh is the focus here. Neku Sakuraba mentioned a lot.

Shiki was shopping at 104—thinking of buying some violet thread, since she could finally sew purple clothes again, without being depressed after Neku’s disappearance; she was even thinking of buying some ashen colored ones—when she ran into Joshua.

Quite literally, actually.

He was drinking an espresso, while he was in the check-out line with magazines he’d bought about the Prince’s latest fashion blunders, Shiki saw. And she’d fallen backwards into him, when she’d been going into a changing room nearby… but one of the workers had decided last minute to put up tape, so that no one could go in there, since the pandemic clearly wasn’t over and they must have decided they didn’t want people trying on clothes, after all. And since Shiki wasn’t expecting that sudden change at all, that was what had caused her to trip and fall into the Composer.

Thankfully, Joshua had the grace of—well—an angel, and didn’t spill any of his drink (actually, he have even made it disappear from existence to keep it safe), as he kept Shiki from a very nasty fall (something she was most thankful to him for), but she could tell he wasn’t exactly happy with her for colliding into him.

And Shiki sighed.

Even though she and Josh were sort of dating now (her and Neku and Josh—all three of them, actually—were a thing), she still understood this one the least. Partially because she less of him, of course.

They actually had hung-out a few times in the three weeks before Neku’s second murder (and Neku had probably been more surprised about this than anyone). And that was probably where the feelings had started.

Neku and Joshua would stay up late at some Tin Pin event—that they would also kindly invite her to, in order to be nice… moreso Neku (and Beat and Rhyme, too)—and then the two of them would end up crashing at Shiki’s place, since it was closer to the Molco than their homes (Beat and Rhyme did go home, however, as the Bitos were still worried about their parents giving Beat a hard time. And didn’t want to start Beat’s revival on the wrong foot. Also, thinking about it now, Shiki wondered if Joshua had kind of been lying about his home being “far away”. For all she knew, he could have magicked a house in the sky with his powers, but she’d only been too happy to help).

But even though all three of them were exhausted by the point they made it to Shiki’s house, they still didn’t sleep a lot. No. Instead, Shiki would work on some fashion designs, of course, and Neku would then be inspired to draw some characters… And the two of them would talk about how if they ever became famous, perhaps Neku could be a character designer, but Shiki could help him with clothes ideas for his drawings, because he still somewhat struggled with that. And then Joshua would say that if they ever made it that far, he would Produce everything—because he was filthy rich, of course—and he perhaps owed them something.

And it was all so fun.

…But then Neku was shot again and Shiki’s world fell apart. And Joshua left it just as soon as he’d entered it, pretty much.

And though Shiki had gone to the Dead God’s Pad with Beat and Rhyme (Rhyme had refused to stay behind when Beat had asked her to), Joshua had only told them that Neku was as fine as he could be in this situation, and the three of them would hopefully see him again someday, but he couldn’t spare them anymore details than that and wouldn’t do so.

He’d ushered them all away sort of rudely after that.

And other times they’d all went back there, it had seemed like Joshua had set up operations elsewhere… or was at least acting like he had.

And, of course, he’d changed his phone number, too.

Shiki hadn’t seen him again until he’d shown up when Neku had—when everyone was trying to fight against Shibuya Syndrome. But he’d only had eyes for Neku then, and hadn’t said a word to her.

Since then, the five of them had miraculously begun hanging out again. Sometimes with the Wicked Twisters, too, and even with Hazuki at rarer times.

And even more crazily… Neku, Shiki, and Joshua had all picked up their relationship together again.

And it was even better than it had been before… It was pretty similar to past times—with them all three working on their dreams together—but now sex was involved too, and that was so nice.

Though Shiki and Neku had both told Joshua that he needed to be a better partner if he wanted this to work, which meant he needed to show up to group outings more… he needed to be more transparent… and he needed to treat Shiki like an equal, as well.

And bless him—and bless Shibuya, Shiki supposed (which was also Josh?), that showed that it could change—Joshua had done all of these things… but he was still Josh, and maybe that was okay.

“Shiki,” Joshua told her now, as he steadied her form, so she was no longer wobbling into him or the worker behind her. “I came here to tell you that you should have died during the last Reapers’ Game.”

Scratch what she’d said about him not being happy with her before. Clearly that wasn’t it. He’d decided to be creepy with her. That was it.

“Joshua,” Shiki started, feeling a migraine coming on, as she pinched the bridge of her nose and decided to buy the slinky black dress, after all, even though she couldn’t try it on… If the way Joshua was eyeing her purchase, as she made her way down the aisle with it, she’d made the right choice. “What did I tell you, first off, about saying that kind of thing at all? But secondly, about speaking like that in public?!”

“Hehehe,” Josh laughed, with a hand held high in a symbol of peace, no doubt. Shiki groaned. “I don’t mean to offend, dear. Really, I don’t. But this is my work. Aren’t I supposed to talk about my work with my spouses… or whatever you and Neku might one day be to me? And it hardly matters if I say this stuff in public or not, no one listens. Or if they do, they think we’re talking about an anime, or perhaps that a hidden camera show’s being shot here—and they’re all on camera right now—… or that I’m crazy. Which I can live with. I don’t care what they think about me, since understanding people is impossible, as I’ve said.”

With her purchase in one hand, Shiki grabbed Joshua’s wrist with her other hand, and headed out of the store, and began making her way towards the Scramble. If Joshua wanted to talk about his work with her, she wondered if he’d want to go to the Shibuya River, which was clearly open for business once more.

And she must have been right, because Joshua began leading her there—running quite fast for someone who usually didn’t like to break a sweat—before she could even blink. And then Mr. Mew was almost falling out of Shiki’s purse with how fast they were now jogging.

“Hey, Josh. Slow down. Slow down! Hey!” Shiki urged him, moving herself to be in front of him once more, as she grabbed ahold of both of his arms and pulled him onto one of the crosswalks. “I’ll have you know, that if I lost Mr. Mew to the traffic, I never would’ve forgiven you!”

But Joshua wasn’t listening to that claim in the slightest. Instead, he was looking at her faux-starry-eyed…. Or was it? “My, my, my. I have to say, I love the way you manhandle me, Shiki. It sure does get the blood racing, you reversing the gender roles this way. Why don’t you push me against a wall next?”

Shiki rolled her eyes, pulling Josh over to a small bench, so they could sit down and talk about all of this civilly, like normal adults…

But, she wasn’t going to lie, Joshua saying that to her sort of got her going, too. If only Neku were here, as well…

“If it’s really important work stuff you want to talk about, I’m sorry for snapping at you before, Josh. Mind filling me in now?” Shiki asked with a wide smile on her face, just as she reached across the table so she could hold Joshua’s hand in her own.

And it was certainly a testament of how far they’d come, that Joshua didn’t flinch away in the slightest, but rather held her hand… Their fingers still weren’t laced yet, their hands just cupped, but Rome wasn’t built in a day, Shiki knew.

“Hmm… I probably misspoke in making you think it was something that mattered now, Shiki. I was just trying to tell you, that in the last Game… you actually did something on an Angel’s power level, when you freed Tsugumi’s Soul from Mr. Mew, which is most impressive.

“Furthermore, Shiba had last Game set up, so only people with more and more impressive psychs could keep joining in. That’s essentially why no one joined after the Wicked Twisters did. But as I said, dear, you did something that an Angel could have… You definitely would have been able to enter back into the UG, even with that stipulation, and would have been a great help to the team, I’m sure.”

While Joshua was complimenting Shiki here—which was something that never came easy for him, so she was definitely happily taking it all in—there was also a lot wrong with this scenario, too.

First of all, Joshua had earlier said she should have died in the last Game. What? Did he think she should have killed herself to help Neku and everyone? To help him? Shiki wanted to believe that he would have found a way to let her into the UG while alive. And that if she had committed suicide, he would have brought her back to life in the end, of course, like he had Neku… but something about this all still stung.

Shiki also now feared, that Joshua would use this as reason to try and make her ascend. He was always trying to convince her and Neku to become Reapers (and they mostly had decided they probably would do that when they both died again, but not before that). But now would he want her to be an Angel instead? Maybe that would be better than having to erase Players, and perhaps that was what he was doing for her here, but…

“Shiki, look. Your Mr. Mew did slightly fall out of your bag and get damaged without our noticing. I’ll fix him, toot sweet.”

And Joshua did just that, before Shiki’s very eyes, with his lovely Composer powers.

So, she was clearly worrying over nothing, huh? Maybe Joshua still had some issues to hammer out, but so did she. So did everyone!

Shiki still wasn’t Miss Congeniality… not that she thought she ever would be, or really wanted to be. Heck, when Shiki was sort of trying to be like that—like Eri—it had been when Neku had hated her!

Leaning into kiss Joshua for a sweet kiss, when a fluffy cloud—that almost looked blue because of the lighting—floated by, right after Joshua’s blue powers faded away, Shiki decided that Joshua was plenty peculiar, alright… but that maybe that was a good thing.

“Shiki, what-” Joshua asked plenty startled—and the Composer usually didn’t do startled; Shiki almost laughed—when she pulled away from him.

“I just want you to know that I like you as much as I do Neku. That’s all.”

“Hmm…” Joshua hummed now, standing up and grabbing Shiki’s hand, so he could begin leading her towards the River once more (was Neku there?) “And I suppose I like tolerating you, as well.”

And with Joshua, that might as well have been a proposal for marriage. Shiki would take it for what it was. She leaned into him merrily, with her hand in one of his own, while her other hand held Mr. Mew.

“Now let’s go find something related to edible art that the three of us can do together,” Joshua smirked.

[shitty-fallout-art]

Companion meme KENT CONNOLLY

Name: Kent Connolly

Karma: good

Alliance: goodneighbor, minutemen

Location: memory den

Perks:

Deaths shroud- your legacy as the shroud is very popular across the wasteland. Wearing the silver shroud costume itimidates enemies and make them less likely to attack you. (Permanent perk, obtained after completing the silver shroud)

Biggest fan- kents nerd obsession has rubbed off on you. You know gain extra bonuses from books and bobble heads. (Temporary perk, must have Kent as active companion)

Special weapon/armor:

The sidekick- a custom made tommy gun to match the shrouds. Fires an extra shot.

General:

“All this walking is hell on my leg, shroud…n-not that I’m complaining!”

“Getting to travel around with the shroud is like a dream come true!”

“Look at the two of us, out here making the world a better place”

Combat:

“Time to fight crime!”

“Prepare of justice, evil doers!”

“Look out shroud!”

Death/unconscious:

“I’m hit!”

“Sorry..to let you down…shroud”

“Go get em, shroud”

Revive:

“I think my gun’s gonna need some repairs after that”

“Do you think you could spare some stims?”

“Ooohh..ouch…gotta watch the leg there”

After combat:

“Justice rightfully served!”

*imitating the shroud* “ ‘death has come for you and I am it’s shroud..’ hehehe, ah I’ve always wanted to say that”

“Wow, what a fight!….I gotta sit down…”

Open inventory:

“Got something for me?”

“Of course, shroud!”

“You just let me carry the junk, you’re the one who’s gotta save the day!”

Sneaking:

“Uhh, this isn’t god for my leg, shroud..”

“…like a shadow…in the night…”

“Time to be sneaky!”

Location specific:

Goodneighbor-

“I know it’s not he most glamorous place to live, but it’s home”

“I wonder if daisy had any new comics in stock?”

“Take your time shroud, I’m gotta flip the tapes for the radio”

The predwyn-

“Geez, I haven’t seen an airship like that since 2063”

“Being here is making me nervous…”

“Wow, these guys are dressed like the mechanist!….except way more bigoted!”

Railroad hq:

“The railroad is like a real life superhero group!”

“Haven’t I seen that guy before?…at the memory den?”

“Wow, it’s just like the mystery den!”

The castle:

“Do they play the shroud on radio freedom?”

“Maybe I could work for radio freedom?”

“I think my parents mentioned visiting this place once. Something about my great grandfather being in the war….”

Romance/ lovers embrace:

“Mindful of the leg, darlin’”

“Wow…never thought I’d get to do THAT to the shroud…*giggles*”

“You’re my hero”

Personal quest:

The silver shroud- become the silver shroud and brug justice to the streets of goodneighbor. (Must be completed to obtain Kent as companion)

Likes:

Hero acts

Killing raider bosses

Helping settlements

The minutemen

The railroad

Complimenting magnolia

Helping daisy

Kind dialogue options

Dislikes:

Criminal behavior

Harming innocents

The brotherhood

The institute

Asking for more money

Heavy chem usage

[shima-draws]

Would it be okay if I asked about ATS for the fandom thing?

OF COURSE I AM ALWAYS HAPPY TO ANSWER ANY QUESTIONS RELATED TO ATS

Here we go!! I’m excited nobody’s ever sent in ATS for a fandom thing before

Send me a fandom and I’ll tell you:

who i will protect at all costs: RIKUUUUUUUwho deserves better: Riku…and Shizu…and Gifre…and literally all of the original Rulerswho was killed off too early: The original Rulers lmfaowho i used to hate but now i love: Mmm?? Nobody?who i used to love but now i hate: I love all my OCs I haven’t really made a hateable character (yet)who needs to be killed off asap: LEAVE MY CHILDREN BE NOBODY NEEDS TO DIEwho is unfairly hated: Topaz for reasons I shall not explain mwahahawho is unfairly loved: Genruga’s a pretty twisted dude……..even knowing that, his subordinates love him anywaywho needs to sort out their priorities: Dusk!! He needs to learn that fighting on the bad side is BAD obviouslywho needs a hug: Jasper. Come here. Feel my lovewho needs to get out of their current relationship: Mirror!Gifre needs to shape up and let Elias go HE ALREADY HAS A BOYFRIENDwho the writers love: I love…all my OCs…a lot…but Jasper and Riku are the big faveswho needs a better storyline: I really want to improve Shima’s story arc!! I haven’t figured out all the details yet so I want to delve in further and really develop it morewho has an amazing redemption arc: Dusk and Johnny for sure! And Gifre too!who is hot af: All my kids…….are very good looking…Koah especiallywho belongs in jail: //shrugswho needs to be revived from the dead: I’d say Shizu but that’s kinda impossible at this point;; lolHmm~ It would be interesting to see one of the OG Rulers come back and seeing Riku’s reaction to that hehehe

[partytheplatypus-blog]

Blueberries

Blueberries Bogo: Hopps is everything between you and Wilde going alright? Judy: To my knowledge yes, just haven’t spent much time together lately outside of work. Why do you ask Chief? Bogo: It’s just that lately he’s been clawing the table when you arrive for roll call. Is he upset at you or anyone here? Judy: No he seems actually very happy when we are together on patrol. Bogo: I was afraid of that. Wolford and Fangmeyer acted this way with their significant others years ago. Judy: Acted like what? Is Nick going savage or getting sick? Bogo: Well…..no not sick just……Hopps how’s your sex life? Judy: …..Chief with all due respect I don’t see how that is important right now and– Bogo: Hopps, Nick is horny! Judy: What do you mean? Bogo: He wants you. Judy: ... Judy was shocked Bogo: Off you two go! I'm ending your shifts earlier! Judy: Oh well... You don't need t- Bogo: See you tomorrow! Bogo said as he pushed her out the door. Judy did her usual doings... Showering... Changing... She usually calls Nick to ask where to meet up. But this time she was just left off with all these thoughts. "Is it true?.. what Bogo is saying? Is Nick really horny? I know we have a good relationship and all... Am I ready? I need protection... or I mean he needs protection or we... what ever I need condoms... I've never bought condoms before but it must be akward... The good thing is that you don't need to look at the cashier and say: "I need some condoms", you just go to a machine and choose what you want. Then you get a small printed notice. You hand that over and pay the cashier. Easy." Judy chose to not contact Nick yet. But she sure knew that today was the day she was gonna lose her virginity. Clawhauser: Heeeeey! Where are you going? Judy: I'm going... eh... home? Clawhauser: Your shift done earlier? Judy: Yeah... Bogo told me to go home early. Clawhauser: Why exactly? I kinda wanna go home too... even though I have still some hours to go. Judy gulpes. Judy: I don't know actually. He just told that me and Nick should leave. Clawhauser: Strange... But bye, hun! She hates it when he calls her that by the way. Judy sitted herself in her mini-car and started driving in the direction of the supermarket. "Fast in... Fast out..." Judy thought. As she walked in she headed straight to the machine. She had alot of options: Cigarettes Snuffs Elephant-powder? To name a few... And of course... Condoms. But what Judy didn't know... was that Austin, Nick's nephew was right behind her. And of course... he's 11 years old. Austin: Hey Jude-Dude! Judy freaked out. Austin: Didn't know you smoked? Austin looked surpriesed and kind off strange at Judy. Judy: No... No... I don't smoke. Heh. Austin: Then what are you buying on the machine? Judy: Ehh... Cigarettes. Austin: But you said you didn't smoke? Judy: It's for a friend... Molly. Her name is Molly. Austin: Oh okay... see you later, Dude the Jude! Judy: Bye! Hehehe... Judy blanked out. She just lied to a 11 year old... Judy turned around heading the machine. She turned her head a few times to see if anyone she know were nearby. After she assured herself that she was clear she went to the "Condoms" category. Judy jumped a bit when she saw all the options. So many options! Condoms being sized for everything from mouse to giraffes. She tapped the search button and typed in "fox" faster than light. The options still were many. "Arctic Fox Corsac Fox Fennec Fox Gray Fox Red Fox" She obviously chose "Red Fox" She was then given three options. The size. The penis size. "Under Average Average Over Average" Judy blushed. "What is his penis size? I've never... seen it before..." She thought to herself. She chose "Average" cause she was assured that Nick was like most other foxes when it came to breeding. A small piece of paper printed out under the screen. "Order #7281639 Prod. #278" She got a shopping-basket and laid the recipt there. Judy: Well... while I'm here I should get some carrots! She left her basket off beside the carrot-soft-drink-post and went to the carrot-dinner-warehouse. -30 min later- Judy: 7 kilograms carrots for only 34$ aint bad! She took her basket and carrots to the cashier, received the condom-package and paid. The condom-package was anonymously labelled. Which is just a fancy word of saying it had no label telling that it is a condom-package at all. After she went out and sitted herself in her car she was on her way... to the underwear store: "Swift Bunny". "Riiing Riiing" Nick called! Judy: Hey baby Nick: What'cha doin'? Judy: I'm out shopping. Sorry to cut it short but I'm pretty busy right now, call you later. Nick: Alright, just wanted to say that Bogo "happily" told me to go home earlier right now and I don't know what to think to be honest. Judy: Probably nothing to worry about as he did it to me as well. Talk to you later. Nick: Lat'es! Right after the call ended, Judy was outside "Swift Bunny". Judy knew one employee and she hoped that she worked there that day. Luckily, yes, she was there. Nanny: Hey, Judy! I don't see ya shopping bunny underwear so often! Judy: That's right, I don't. But today there is a exception. Judy looked at her with a smirk look. They were close friends, so Molly understood what she meant. Nanny: Is it Nick the one you're going to ...impress? Judy: Yeah. Nick's the one. Nanny: So what does he love except you? Both smiled a bit. Judy: Well... he loves eating blueberries, hehe. Nanny: Then blue's the color! Nanny swiftly found a underwear-set. Nanny: Wanna show much? Judy: So much? Whatcha mea... oh. Judy blushed and took a step back, looking at the floor. Judy: Yes. Nanny handed out a set that looked like was specially made for sex. Nanny: Don't feel embarrassed. Alot of women, especially bunnies want to feel sexy. There's nothing wrong with that. Judy: I know that. I just don't want to be seen as a... whore. Nanny quickly interrupted: Nanny: No! No! Don't think like that! You're beautiful in a not-whorey-way. Judy: Thanks, I just think like that sometimes. Nanny: We all do and we're all wrong. Non-akward silence abroke. Judy: How much do I owe? Nanny: That will be 23$. I would give it to you for free. But of course, we're trying to run a business here and capitalism is a bitch so... yeahhhh... Judy: Thanks! Here you go! See'ya later! Nanny: Remember to call me later and tell me how it went! Judy: Of course! "Now to get home and invite Nick to our... session" Judy thought to herself as she smirked a bit. When Judy finally got home she ran and changed herself to the new underwear. Judy: I almost feel more nude than when im completely naked. A weird thought popped up in Judy's head. A dirty thought. Judy: I could just tease Nick with a picture. Hehe, what am I saying. Okay, I give up. I'm doing it. I have condoms and everything. Judy walked to the mirror, pulled up her phone and open Zoochat. She took a picture of herself in the mirror with a dirty look. A look that could either kill or revive someone. She wrote simply: "My place rn 👅💦" It took a bit of five minutes until she got a response with a straight YES. Two minute after that response, Nick replied: "Love your blueberries 😍 coming in two minutes or less 👌" She has done. She's getting laid. Judy started feeling real horny. She has never felt as horny as she was now. "Glad I'm not in my previous apartment. I'm pretty sure the whole building would her our intercourse. But now, in my new place. No interruptions. And thick walls." Judy thought as she layed down in her bed. "This bed is not big enough for both of us, but who cares? We'll just have to sleep thightly to each other." She started fingering her self. Starting with her pussy. Judy has actually never done this before but she knew what the deal was. What the fuzz was. Judy: Ooooooohhhhh! Judy just experienced her first orgasm. She wanted to have her first with Nick but of course she couldn't help it. Only one minute in and she was wet. This was going wonderful. Judy got some sort of spark inside herself as she was laying there. She felt sexy. She felt dirty. *click* Her front door opened. It was Nick. Or an intruder. Most likely Nick. Judy (shouting): Lock the door and come to my bedroom, babe. Judy heard his steps. There were a long duration between the steps. He walked slowly. Suddenly, Nick showed up in all his glory. Black suit and smelled gorgeous. Judy: Love your new perfume! Nick: You're not gonna comment on my new suit? Okay, you're gonna be bad today. Judy didn't really understand what he meant with "bad" but she guessed it was some kind of flirting. Judy quickly ran to Nick and kissed him and lended him a hand. He took the hand and Judy ran to the bed with Nick behind. Nick layed down and had a smirking look. He wanted it. Judy too. Judy knew that he wanted a striptease and she was about to deliver. She started by showing her thick backside. Nick: You have a beautiful body, Judy. Judy smiled and continued. There was no time for talk. She started to softly touch herself and slowly but swifly bend down. Revealing both her anus and pussy all along. She looked at Nick between her legs. He was getting hard. He was getting real horny. As she was looking at him, she started turning, revealing her frontside. Her breasts. Under a top of course. But it was still really revealing. She slowly "tagged" off her top. And there they are. Two beautiful boobs. The nipples were hard. That's kinda the girls' "boner" you could say. Judy started walking towards Nick lying in the bed. Dick hard. She layed herself on Nick. They started making off. As they made off, Nick took his sly hands down her panties. Judy got a bit suprised and moaned a bit. Nick: Shit! Judy: What..? Is something wrong? Nick: Yes, I forgot protection! Judy: No problem, I have it right here Nick: Oh okay. Freaked out a bit there. Nick opened the condom-package with his teeth. Judy found that attractive. He unboxed the one pack. He unzipped his pants. Nick was about to put the condom but Judy jumped on Nick as he was about to do it. She started wanking him off. Judy: We don't need that now. Now lay down and relax if you haven't already. She started slightly licking him up to the penis head. Nick enjoyed it so much that he started moaning instantly. Her lips was on fire! Even though the female part in this position isn't really supposed to get any pleasure at all, Judy loved it. Judy loves dick. Judy loves fox dick. Judy loves the Nick dick. Now Judy was legit swallowing his cock. How much of that dick fits her dick? Damn. She took it slowly at the start but she started speeding up while she touched her boobs. She twisted her nipples as she sped up. Nick's moaning got more violent. He even started growling at one point. He loved it. Of course, who wouldn't enjoy some of that Judy mouth? Nick: I'm about to cum Here comes the scary part. The cum. Should she swallow it? Or let it make Judy have to clean it up the day after? No, she's ditching the washing idea. She's gonna swallow it. The load was coming. The fox's moaning got louder as he came in that bunny mouth. After the load was dumped, she swallowed it. It tasted salty. Kinda creamy. Nick: I'm gonna return the favor. Nick threw himself over Judy and started licking her nipps. It tickled. Judy started laughing and she enjoyed the licking alot. His licking is like heaven. After a small while Nick stopped. He put up the condom pack and finished opening the pack. He started looking down at his penis and put it on. It looked like he really didn't know what he was doing. Judy looked at the ceiling. Waiting on Nick to start humping her virginity out of her. Nick: It doesn't fit. Judy: You think your dick won't fit inside me? Nick: No, the condom. Is this a... bunny.. condom? Judy: No... oh no... Judy realized that when she left her shopping basket at the market she must have switched with someone else by accident. Judy explained the incedent and both laughed. Judy: Wait... how do you know how a bunny condom looks like? Nick: Don't want to tell... Judy started to laugh while Nick was blushing. Judy started looking at Nick's sweet hard cock. Judy: We can do it without protection. Nick: But, Judy, what if you get preg- Judy: Husssshhh we don't careee. Nick liked that comment. Nick lightly pushed Judy to the bed. He started licking her wet pussy. Deeply. He loved the taste and she loved the feeling. Judy: Stop teasing please... put it in... Nick did like she asked. He was in. He slowly placed his cock deeper in her sweet pussy. It was hella tight. He *slowly* swifted his cock out and then in again. Her virginity was gone. They both knew it. Cause her blood came out. Judy: I hate this She said as she took a tissue and wiped it out. The blood was gone. He thrusted his cock in her and out. As Judy said earlier in this story: "Fast in. Fast out." This is how you can describe this scene. Beautiful scene. It started getting jumpy. They switched sides. Nick bottom, Judy top. Her booty bounced as Nick almost violently thrusted his pack in her. She loved it. He loved it. She adored that dick. She wanted more. The night had no limits. Both moaned. Nick was gonna cum, she knew. She could feel it. Nick: I'm gonna cum! Judy: Cum inside! Give me those Nick sperms!!! Nick: No! I'm not ready! Judy!!! AhhhhhHhHhhh... Nick blanked off. This was his best nut ever. He just made a bunny pregnant. Is that even possible. Nick: Bunny and Fox... can you even get pregnant? Judy: Nope! Tricked ya! Haha! Nick: Jeez... you scared me. Judy: I know EVERYTHING about mating. Nick: Show me everything then ;) Judy: Only if you can keep up. Nick: Of course I'll keep up. Judy: Then here we go! Round 2! -TO BE CONTINUED-

[verdigrisprowl]

May 31 Blurr’s Horror Stream - Villanos & The Lego Batman Movie

Multiple people objected strenuously to Starscream’s assertion that Megatron could be his nemesis, despite the fact that they’re on the same side and Megatron obviously doesn’t see Starscream as his nemesis. Two different pairs of people went “I’d be honored to have you as a nemesis.” “Aww~” Bevel officially signed on with Blurr’s crew. Prowl showed up in a foul mood, stayed in a foul mood, and left in a foul mood.

Missed the start.

ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy sticks where he is, but Rumble runs over to hang out.* B l u r r: / shoves the stuff off his couch and just slouches / ItsyBitsySpyers: //I love that line.// B l u r r: Which line? Whirl: *he is welcome, as always, to join* B l u r r: [[ Kay is everyone ready, then? Cause yall gotta read subtitles for a minute ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: //The shoe thing.// B l u r r: Ah... yes. Classic line. Sunstreaker: [[ ready ]] FakeProwl: ((still ready)) Whirl: *gets re-settled* Well, you've got my number, Teach. B l u r r: Mmhm... I know. Bevel: [[still ready Whirl: ((and ye)) B l u r r: [[ kay im gonna assumeeveryone's ready then ]] B l u r r: *everyone else ]] B l u r r: Anyway, being back on Earth connected me with a ton of new scrap to watch. So. B l u r r: [[ this cartoon is the only thing i want to see on tv for months tbh. ]] Whirl: *snorts* Whirl: Oh, hey. Brainstorm made one of those. Starscream: ((This is great ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave needs that.* Whirl: ((I like their little mook)) B l u r r: / he likes it because it reminds him of him and Blaster / Starscream: hehehe B l u r r: [[ and daaas it. ]] FakeProwl: ((i'm love)) Starscream: ((what's it called B l u r r: [[ That's all we have so far anyway. But *lifts leggie* is my new cartoon ]] B l u r r: [[ Villanos ]] Bevel: [[that looks awesome FakeProwl: ((they're gonna start making full episodes soon?)) B l u r r: [[ yeah. In Mexico. ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((a little frantic but i think i would watch it)) FakeProwl: ((can't wait)) Whirl: ((not something I'd watch on my own, but seems all right enough)) B l u r r: [[ Tbh the english version sucks ]] B l u r r: [[ Black Hat sounds boring ]] B l u r r: [[ he sounds better in spanish. And Flug sounds better in spanish too ]] FakeProwl: ((it might be frantic because right now they're just making mid-commercial mini episodes?)) Starscream: ((was that spanish? B l u r r: yeah ]] B l u r r: [[ yeah, theyre minisodes between commercials ]] B l u r r: [[ like bumps. The longer episodes will be better ]] Bevel: [[hopefully it's scheduling isn't as weird as SU Starscream: ((I understood a surprising amount, I speak Italian B l u r r: [[ depends on where it's gonna fit on the US lineup ]] B l u r r: [[ the lineup in Mexico is relying on Villanos, apparently, to revive Cartoon Network ]] B l u r r: [[ and since it's a show about the villains, they think it'll work out well enough ]] Whirl: ((hopefully it does well there!)) B l u r r: god i hope so cause i love it ]] FakeProwl: ((it's fun!! I wish it well)) Tarantulas: (( crosses ALL the fingers FakeProwl: ((I like all the characters. Except the bear, but I can put up with a derpy sidekick animal.)) B l u r r: the only one I don't like is Dementia because she's the typical "in love with the villain" type ]] Sunstreaker: [[ i love the bear. him cute. ]] Whirl: ((I like the mook!)) B l u r r: but apparently the longer episodes will make her more fleshed out ]] Whirl: ((everyone else is kinda blah, but I have a weakness for mooks)) Bevel: [[i liked dementia until she pulled the rawr thing with the statue B l u r r: LOL the bear is a failed experiment on Black Hat's part. And Flug. ]] FakeProwl: ((she could be either really good or really bad, but I tend to give the benefit of the doubt to obsessively-in-love characters.)) Whirl: ((Yes, Flug)) B l u r r: [[ SO its like his messy child ]] Whirl: ((hence the airplane shirt)) B l u r r: [[ anyway. Y'all ready for this lego thing? ]] FakeProwl: ((ye!!)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((*SLAMS HANDS DOWN* YES)) Sunstreaker: [[ 5.0.5. I even like the bear's name ]] B l u r r: [[ BUT im glad u guys like my dumb cartoon choice ]] Sunstreaker: [[ i like everything about the beb ]] Whirl: ((YEE LEGO BATMAN)) Bevel: [[yes yes definitely yes ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble frowns. Is that true? Why isn't Crosscut here?* Whirl: *snorts* ItsyBitsySpyers: *He would know.* B l u r r: / leans back on couch and kcks pedes up / ItsyBitsySpyers: //Frag's an ab?// B l u r r: Muscles. Whirl: Those stomach bumps. *pats his own bump-less stomach* Whirl: Heh, slick. Of course they took a chopper. ItsyBitsySpyers: *What a lovely face.* Whirl: ((this is so great already)) FakeProwl: ((this is the best joker)) B l u r r: [[ my favorite joker ]] Bevel: *pats stomach, metal plates probably don't count as abs but she has like five of them* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Ohhhh! Okay! I remember this Batman fragger. TC showed this stuff, yeah?// ItsyBitsySpyers: \\THINK SO.\\ ItsyBitsySpyers: //...He got enough henchmen?// B l u r r: [[ they really ARE all real, too ]] B l u r r: theyre all canon characters ]] Whirl: ((YEP)) Whirl: ((i was sitting there going "ok when they gonna say calendr man")) Starscream: Humans come up with the strangest names for themselves Whirl: I dunno, I say, if you're gonna do it, do it right. Get as many henchmen as possible, B l u r r: Henchmen are good. Sunstreaker: [[ tag urself i'm condiment king ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: //Pff. If they was real good, he wouldn't need more'n seven.// Starscream: Henchmen are backstabbers Starscream: I would know Whirl: ((Gentleman Ghost)) FakeProwl: ((im the dude with the clock head)) Whirl: ((Clock King!)) Whirl: Well, I mean, you're also YOU. Whirl: Who WOULDN'T wanna backstab you? B l u r r: My crew works together right. No one wants to mutiny. Whirl: ...or Megatron, for that matter. Starscream: I meant that I backstab Megatron ItsyBitsySpyers: \\WHO THE FRAG'S THE CITY PLANNER!?\\ Starscream: I was tolerable once, I was backstabbed one too many times Whirl: No. I can't believe that. Whirl: YOU? Tolerable? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble giggles. A tolerable Starscream.* B l u r r: You? Starscream: Yes really B l u r r: Impossible. Whirl: *places  claw dramatically over his chest* B l u r r: Starscream has never been tolerable. Whirl: ((also this is like. GREAT ACTION MOVIE DIRECTING TOO)) Starscream: I wasn't born evil you know ItsyBitsySpyers: \\HAHA!\\ Whirl: SNRK. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Oh, there's music? Now Soundwave is amused.* Whirl: Anyway--suffice it to say that I don't really believe you, Starscream, and even if you weren't born evil, you WERE born annoying, I'm sure. Starscream: If that's what you want to think Whirl: *snickering louder* ItsyBitsySpyers: \\BRO. WE -GOTTA- GET US SOME MUSIC.\\ Whirl: YES, you two do. Whirl: And a weaponized electric guitar. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Frag yeah.// Bevel: *perks at weaponized guitar* I could totally make that. ItsyBitsySpyers: //...Wait, yeah?// Whirl: Yeah? *looks to her* Starscream: is that... an inuendo ItsyBitsySpyers: ((YOU'RE BREAKING HIS HEART, BATS)) Whirl: Also, that's harsh. Damn, Whirl: That's not how you treat your nemesis. FakeProwl: ((look at his little face)) Whirl: ...also, uh. That bomb. B l u r r: [[ poor joker. ]] Bevel: Yeah! B l u r r: That's not how my nemesis treats me. Whirl: Well, you need to get a better nemesis. Starscream: I wish Megatron treated me that well ItsyBitsySpyers: [[A good nemesis is worthy of respect.]] A long pause. [[Plenty of hatred and loathing. But respect.]] Whirl: You're young--it takes time. I'm sure you'll find that special someone. Whirl: And, hot damn, Sh-- ... Bevel. Whirl: I'd love to see it. B l u r r: I'm not even sure if I have a nemesis... ItsyBitsySpyers: //Seriously. Ya make one 'n I get dibs.// B l u r r: / taps chin / Whirl: If you don't know, then you don't. Bevel: *she is already mentally trying to figure weapon guitar out* Ok. Whirl: Ther4e's nothing quite like that special firsson of homicidal rage, respect, and bloodlust you get when you make a proper nemesis. *sighs* Starscream: For a human that was a pretty impressive flight skills Whirl: ...*frisson damn B l u r r: / frowns/ I wouldn't consider Rodimus worthy of being my nemesis... more like a rival. B l u r r: And a pain in the aft. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\BET I COULD TAKE HIM.\\ ItsyBitsySpyers: //Duh. He's meat.// Whirl: Yeah, a rival is not a nemesis. Starscream: Megatron's an awful nemesis, I need to find a better one Whirl: He's not a nemesis. He's your boss. Whirl: Or, well, was, I guess. Starscream: He is so Whirl: It's, like... you can't be someone's nemesis if you're THEIR punching bag. B l u r r: ... true. Starscream: I almost killed him B l u r r: That doesn't mean anything. B l u r r: That just means you didn't succeed in murder. Starscream: I took over from him three times, every time I did a better job than he did Whirl: Starscream, that's just... depressing. Whirl: You need to go get yourself a nemesis. FakeProwl: ((of all the nights for prowl to not be here)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((*makes grabbyhands at him*)) B l u r r: I want one... B l u r r: / taps chinplate/ But, not sure who's worthy enough Whirl: Like I said, Blurr--you're young. Whirl: And you're tough. You've got nemesis potential for someone else, easy. FakeProwl: ((he'd be clawing at his seat hearing starscream talk about megatron being nemesis and whirl saying starscream needs a proper one)) B l u r r: /rolls optic / I doubt it. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((*DRAGS HIM OVER i say*)) Starscream: It's my life's mission to get rid of him, if that isn't a nemesis what is? Whirl: ((LORD. POOR PROWL)) B l u r r: No one assumes I'm their nemesis ItsyBitsySpyers: [[There is an entire multiverse of mechs waiting to get on your very last neural net sensor.]] Whirl: ((omfg0) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((I LOVE THAT BIT)) B l u r r: [[ yes! ]] FakeProwl: ((this movie is great)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((god i love this *** movie and it only gets better)) B l u r r: [[ it does ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: \\SOUNDS LIKE ME.\\ Whirl: Same, Frenzy. *snrks* Whirl: Also, Starscream, face it--you were his punching bag. B l u r r: Well, how am I supposed to knowif I have a nemesis? B l u r r: Are they going to tell me? Bevel: Snake clowns. *laughs* Whirl: Like I said--you'll KNOW. B l u r r: I doubt that. /crosses arms and sulks/ ItsyBitsySpyers: [[No. They will simply aggravate you more than anything else in the entirety of existence possibly could.]] Whirl: You'll feel it. It's a one-of-a-kind feeling. B l u r r: [[ this is me ]] B l u r r: [[ ME ]] Starscream: ((me Whirl: ((IM DYING0) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((it's true i can confirm)) Bevel: [[tuxedo dress up party is definitely the only way to get me to a party Whirl: *CRACKS UP* ItsyBitsySpyers: ((it puff)) Starscream: I wasn't his punching bag, I'm better than he could ever be Whirl: ((FUC.FG. POLE DANCING)) FakeProwl: ((my cd rack doesn't fall apart)) B l u r r: [[ I LOVE THE VILLAINS ]] B l u r r: ... but I know plenty of people that aggravate me. B l u r r: / flexes claws/ What is it supposed to feel like when you have a nemesis? Whirl: Keep telling yourself that, Starscream. Either way, I'm done talking about your sad, sad life. B l u r r: There's a line of people that want to kill me. Starscream: My life is happy I'll have you know Starscream: ((that's horrible B l u r r: [[ THIS DSBFD ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: //That. It's kinda like that. Only ya wanna slaughter 'em instead.// ItsyBitsySpyers: //So more like... "Yer gonna die in my arms tonight."// _Whirl: Pfft! Bevel: Ha. B l u r r: That sounds weird... _Whirl: Like I said: they make you feel homicidal and weirdly respectful all at once. B l u r r: / scratches helm / I usually think that about a lot of people. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((STATISTIIIIIICS)) B l u r r: / slouches and grumbles/ I'm not gonna find one of those... FakeProwl: ((why did i decide not to bring prowl oh my god)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((IT'S NOT TOO LATE)) _Whirl: Well, maybe not. _Whirl: *shrugs* Certainly not if you mope about it. FakeProwl: ((... yeah ok.)) _Whirl: Be assertive! Seize your nemesis! _Whirl: ((DO IT)) Starscream: Okay if you respect them than Megatron definitely isn't my nemesis B l u r r: I don't have anyone to seize! _Whirl: Not YET. FakeProwl: *... appears late* B l u r r: / VENTS / That's annoying. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Immediate ping. Hello.* _Whirl: I already told you, you're young, I'm not gonna LABOR the point to make you feel better. *deadpan stare* FakeProwl: *he desperately wants a distraction* B l u r r: Young and constantly in a state of extinction FakeProwl: *takes seat and focuses on screen* _Whirl: Like many of us. Starscream: proper ethics pfft Starscream: who needs that _Whirl: See, look how useful an army of henchmen is! B l u r r: [[ i love that he's still a master builder. ]] Starscream: Henchmen are nothing but trouble, watch them mess something u[ Starscream: *up B l u r r: Henchmen are good if you're a great planner. FakeProwl: ((these movies may be nonsense but they have Continuity)) _Whirl: I mean, I can understand how you'd get nothing but bad henchmen if you're working with a dearth of charisma. Bevel: Barbara is kicking all their butts. Awesome. Starscream: I am a good planner, henchmen are nothing but trouble _Whirl: Hey, Ravage is in this movie... ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy nudges Bevel.* \\BETCHA CAN'T DO *THAT*. Bevel: Yeah maybe. *sticks tongue out at Frenzy* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Boy, this sounds familiar* FakeProwl: *it does* Starscream: why is he flirting with everyone FakeProwl: ... What's going on. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Incoming summary and highlight reel?* B l u r r: You're a good planner? FakeProwl: *... oh no. he sympathizes with joker* B l u r r: /snort/ Oh, please. Starscream: yes, I am B l u r r: The henchmen aren't your problem B l u r r: It's your planning. B l u r r: Look, I can get mechs to attack in a uniform formation.. _Whirl: Man, and what a masterful strike. _Whirl: Hitting his nemesis where it hurts. Very clever. Starscream: So can I, when they aren't backstabbing me ItsyBitsySpyers: *LOUD HUFF* B l u r r: If you're a backstabber, then you're expecting too much from henchmen Starscream: true B l u r r: you can't complain about someone backstabbing you. Starscream: Doesn't mean I'm bad at planning though FakeProwl: *the guy with the nemesis who doesn't acknowledge him who surrendered to his nemesis. annnd he's a bad guy. rip.* B l u r r: Sure it does. B l u r r: You backstab because your plans are loose. FakeProwl: *focus on the police commissioner. prowl approves of her completely.* B l u r r: If your plans were truly masterful, then you wouldn't need to backstab Starscream: Megatron is my leader, any act against him would be backstabbing Starscream: technically speaking _Whirl: Oh, wait, you mean--you're STILL his punching bag? _Whirl: *LAUGHS* B l u r r: backstabbing your leader still means you're poor with planning. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[What kind of Greatest Detective doesn't notice a human youngling running around their house for a week.]] _Whirl: He's having a crisis. FakeProwl: Does he call himself that? _Whirl: *snickers* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Yes.]] FakeProwl: He's demonstrably wrong. _Whirl: ((HAHAHA)) FakeProwl: He's got nothing on the police with the— FakeProwl: ... statistics. FakeProwl: *annnnnnd now he's sad* B l u r r: See, now THAT is planning. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[The Barbara human?]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy looks over at his Boss and squints.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave looks down.* [[Don't be ridiculous. You're not expendable.]] _Whirl: Also--not quiet. Not even remotely. *dryly* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy huffs noisily (of course) and folds his arms.* B l u r r: I remember being expendable... /vents/ It was fantastic. FakeProwl: ... Yes. The Barbara human. _Whirl: Life gave ME  seatbelt. Starscream: No seatbelts? _Whirl: Or, well, something very like. B l u r r: K-Kyeheheh, what's a seat belt. Starscream: My altmode has seatbelts ItsyBitsySpyers: [[And that is why external docking is superior.]] _Whirl: *sits up, pops the lid of his cockpit, and gestures down to the seating inside* _Whirl: They're in there. Bevel: *could probably make seatbelts if she wanted but why* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble stands up to try to get a look* B l u r r: I don't have seat belts... _Whirl: *shifts to lower his chest so Rumble can see. It's Zori's Former Hiding Spot* B l u r r: Well, I mean, I think I do... B l u r r: I almost strangled a human with 'em ItsyBitsySpyers: //Huh.// *Sits back down.* //We ain't got 'em. Can't nobody wear 'em like Knock Out anyway.// _Whirl: ((KRYPTO)) Bevel: [[ha ha hal B l u r r: [[ im the flash ]] _Whirl: *leans back and snaps his cockpit back* They came with my interior. And... wait, where wre his? ItsyBitsySpyers: //Them neck ones.// Motions with both hands. _Whirl: *pauses and tries to remember* _Whirl: Ohh, wait. Those were seatbelts? Huh. FakeProwl: *... thinks about knock out's neck* FakeProwl: *hmmmm* _Whirl: *tilts his head just the tiniest bit* B l u r r: /shifts/ Well, let me say. I am glad Thundertron isn't my nemesis B l u r r: because that whole slaughter would have been a let down. Starscream: unlimited cookies sounds good Starscream: maybe I should be a vigilante _Whirl: *snickers( _Whirl: I been there. ...maybe not with a dolphin in there. B l u r r: Same. I just got my weapons stripped off me recently. B l u r r: It was awkward... but thrilling. Starscream: I hate being weaponless _Whirl: *sly look* Optimus did it, then? B l u r r: K-Kyeheheh. Yes. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[If only.]] _Whirl: I'm never weaponless. *clicks his claws* Starscream: lucky you B l u r r: Me neither. B l u r r: Always got weapons installed on me. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He's not so sure about the smart part.]] Starscream: I do too, Megatron tended to tear them out _Whirl: Yeah, that's never fun. B l u r r: Well, that sounds like a personal problem. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Ain't nobody takin' my weapons off. Not unless they don't like their spark no more// B l u r r: I never let anyone tear mine out. _Whirl: Had the old chest-guns removed a few times, but I'M basically a weapon, guns or no. Bevel: I always have weapons. _Whirl: (9OMG THE GREMLINS)) _Whirl: ((this is greAT) B l u r r: [[ THE DALEKS! ]] FakeProwl: *right. okay. all this talk about police and being a hero is just depressing him more. leans on Soundwave* ItsyBitsySpyers: *...Ah. Yes. This would be a bit of a sting, wouldn't it.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Wraps arm. Well, maybe something in this will give Prowl a better idea than the one he had last time.* _Whirl: I like that eyeball guy. Starscream: The tower just walking away B l u r r: See, now, I want one of those. Starscream: Why is there a release all button _Whirl: ((i'm gonna die)) _Whirl: Sor-on? _Whirl: I like that one. B l u r r: [[ I LOVE THE DALEKS ]] Starscream: hehe Starscream: ((british robots B l u r r: Now THAT is how you get henchmen motivated. _Whirl: He upgraded. Bevel: Sauron is really evil but he got beat by a ring getting thrown into a volcano. FakeProwl: *... very effective* _Whirl: Does that happen in this movie, or...? B l u r r: Don't think so. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Think it already did. He was in jail.// _Whirl: Well, there, he got better! Bevel: It was in a book. And a movie. FakeProwl: *mental note: if he ever needs to take dwon Cybertron, arrange a jailbreak.* B l u r r: It's perfect! /rubs claws together / B l u r r: I love when the villains get the upper claw! B l u r r: I hope he makes that hero grovel at his feet. ItsyBitsySpyers: *...He hopes Prowl does not take THAT advice.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Just whatever the red furred human has to say.* _Whirl: *why not prowl should beatbox* Starscream: We need more shows where the villain wins B l u r r: MM. B l u r r: Naturally. FakeProwl: *prowl would be terrible at beatboxing.* _Whirl: *but it would bring the rest of us joy* ItsyBitsySpyers: *It's strange advice, that's why. Even he wouldn't do it. ... Laserbeak might.* _Whirl: ((movie no why u gotta hurt me like that)) Starscream: lol _Whirl: ((why u gotta give bane that dumb voice)) B l u r r: [[ omg i know ]] _Whirl: That eye guy is just. Too cool. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\THE WORM WAS BETTER.\\ _Whirl: ...yeah. _Whirl: The worm was, but I appreciate his whole look. ...and the lava-barfing. FakeProwl: *... rubs helm* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Looks over.* FakeProwl: *buildings getting knocked down. devastator.* ItsyBitsySpyers: @P (txt): ...Noise? FakeProwl: @Soundwave «No. Wanton devastation.» ItsyBitsySpyers: //Your eye don't barf lava, right?// _Whirl: *snickering* B l u r r: It would be an interesting concept... Starscream: thee lightning has impeccable aim ItsyBitsySpyers: @P: (txt): ...Understood. _Whirl: *hand over spark* _Whirl: He was too good for this film.. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Adds mass building destruction to his list of things to be aware of in the future.* ItsyBitsySpyers: //So, I'm jus' sayin'. Good costume for this year.// _Whirl: Hmm? *looks down* Which one? ItsyBitsySpyers: //The tower thing. Or Batguy.// _Whirl: Hmm. *taps the underside of his helm* I dunno exactly how I could pull that off... he _Whirl: s got no limbs. _Whirl: But he DOES have a cool look. B l u r r: Is Batman a hero or villain? B l u r r: He seems like an anti...villain... Starscream: Both B l u r r: but an anti-hero. FakeProwl: *mutters* An idiot. B l u r r: He doesn't seem capable of doing things alone B l u r r: It's not that easy. _Whirl: What about you? Any ideas of your own, from this one? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Quiet huff* B l u r r: Hn? FakeProwl: *"protecting" useful people is a waste of resources that should be better spent protecting everyone else* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble scratches his chin. Soundwave just flicks his hand. If Blurr didn't catch the mutter, it doesn't matter* Starscream: I told Megatron I hated him the first time we met _Whirl: This is a movie about nemeses just as much as it is about anything else. This is great. B l u r r: [[ which mutter because it wasn't clear who it was to >>;; ]] B l u r r: [[ Whirl and Blurr both have one eye >>;;; ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((prowl was muttering about batman i think)) FakeProwl: ((ye)) B l u r r: [[ oh lmao. ]] _Whirl: ((yes!)) B l u r r: [[ im typing an assignment on the side so lmao ]] B l u r r: [[ im lost. ]] B l u r r: Well, I can think of plenty of mechs I hate. B l u r r: / taps chin/ only one that I've told. B l u r r: I usually just kill what annoys me. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[It's not just -hate-. They have to be worthy. Capable of foiling as many of your moves as you do of theirs.]] FakeProwl: *... are we talking about nemeses* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Welcome to the party, Prowl* _Whirl: *pauses thoughtfully* You know, some holographic effects could get that eye thing going... B l u r r: /crosses arms/ I suppose I ItsyBitsySpyers: //One of them dinosaur things.// FakeProwl: *rghgh* B l u r r: have had plenty of thorns in my side... _Whirl: Yeah? The... the raptor guy? B l u r r: It sure as frag isn't Starscream. B l u r r: He's not worth any respect. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Yeah. I seen them Park films. They're killer.// _Whirl: Nice. Starscream: This movie is inspiring me to kill Megatron again B l u r r: You haven't even killed him one time. FakeProwl: Oh, for—! Starscream: I sort of did... he came back FakeProwl: You can't be a nemesis with someone on the SAME SIDE as you! FakeProwl: That's not how it works! That's RIDICULOUS. Starscream: Why not B l u r r: You need to learn how to kill people. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Mildly alarmed sitting upright.* B l u r r: I could educate you. It'll be a one time lesson. Starscream: We aren't on the same side ItsyBitsySpyers: *...And now curious leaning. That's an oddly strong feeling.*( _Whirl: Different Starscream, Prowl. B l u r r: [[ night wing!! ]] Starscream: I fight for the Decepticons because I can't be an Autobot, not because I like him FakeProwl: You're fighting for the same goal, aren't you? For the same faction to win? Starscream: My goal is to defeat Megatron _Whirl: ((wait, nix that)) _Whirl: ((thought that was directed at blurr)) B l u r r: [[ is okay. ]] B l u r r: [[ i did too haha ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy cackles about the one time death lesson* B l u r r: / grins at Frenzy/ FakeProwl: That's—ridiculous. YOU'RE ridiculous. That's not how it works. Of all the... Starscream: Why not?  It makes perfect sense to me B l u r r: You don't make ANY sense. FakeProwl: That's because you're a moron who doesn't get how nemeses work. B l u r r: Starscream  doesn't know how anything works. Starscream: Okay, then how do they work ItsyBitsySpyers: *Yes, do tell. He's quite interested now.* FakeProwl: You. Are. Supposed. To. Be. On. Opposite. Sides. _Whirl: I already TOLD you, Starscream, damn. B l u r r: /vents/ This whole family theme is annoying. Can we go back to the Joker? B l u r r: I like him. _Whirl: I explained it IN DETAIL, how thick can you possibly be? Starscream: We are on opposite sides, he wants to live and I want to kill him B l u r r: Whirl, it's Starscream. FakeProwl: You're on the same faction! B l u r r: It's not your fault he didn't retain anything Starscream: Just because we are on the same side of the war doesn't mean anything _Whirl: You're right, Teach. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave shakes his helm. No wonder his former faction had trouble getting things done.* FakeProwl: *grumbles, sits back, rubs his optics* Bevel: *giggles* B l u r r: [[ B l u r r: * [[ "Im irritating" <-- it me ]] _Whirl: Okay,w e all know, the only appropriate superhero theme is Shoot to Thrill. FakeProwl: *he shouldn't have come tonight* B l u r r: Right? B l u r r: I wonder if we have a theme song as pirates... /taps chin/ Starscream: If Megabutt isn't my nemesis then who is ItsyBitsySpyers: @P: (txt): Starscream: idiot. Ignore. Standard Decepticon rule. Bevel: Bet you could write one. Like Batman did. B l u r r: [[ i love this part ]] _Whirl: *approves of this particular brand of family bonding* _Whirl: *he may or may not be briefly reminded of a dreadful little murdercloud* FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Yes. He is.» ItsyBitsySpyers: @P: (txt): Nemesis identity, Prowl's? Insistence suggests experience. B l u r r: / claw to chassis. So romantic / FakeProwl: *.....................* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Awwwwwwww.// Starscream: So much romance Starscream: ew FakeProwl: @Soundwave «None.» _Whirl: I know, right? *delighted* _Whirl: Not ROMANCE, idiot. _Whirl: Nemeses. B l u r r: I want one of those-! ItsyBitsySpyers: *Surprised tilt.* _Whirl: Work for it, Teach. _Whirl: You'll get there. Starscream: Really cause they're talking like people who are in love FakeProwl: *that was a touching nemesis speech, dammit* _Whirl: You just don't understand, Starscream. *shakes his head* Starscream: Don't understand what? B l u r r: Rodimus could have been one of those... but he is an idiot. B l u r r: [[ I CANNOT WITH THE SPANISH ]] B l u r r: [[ every damn time, i laugh ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): None? Not understood. Many worthy qualities. Intelligence, persistence, influence, idealism, evasiveness. Satisfactory kick. FakeProwl: ((... wasn't the Joker one of the "every villain" that Batman promised to send back)) B l u r r: [[ nah ]] B l u r r: [[ they wanted THEIR villains back ]] _Whirl: ((sauron is also sort of still there, albeit... dead ish)) FakeProwl: ((but joker WAS one of their villains. for like fifteen minutes, but still.)) FakeProwl: ((longer than batman was there, and batman assumed HE was supposed to go back too)) B l u r r: [[ idk man fbdhk ]] B l u r r: [[ Joker is weird. ]] _Whirl: That was a damn good movie, Teach. _Whirl: I didn't expect to like that nearly as much. Bevel: Catchy. FakeProwl: *yeah, soundwave, rub it in why don't you.* FakeProwl: @Soundwave «None.» ItsyBitsySpyers: @P: (txt): If recognition: failed, all enemies: unworthy. B l u r r: /snerk/ I liked it, too ItsyBitsySpyers: *Was recording that.* _Whirl: *leans backa nd streeetches* _Whirl: Not a bad diversion from horror, not at all. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «... Or, I don't meet their standards.» Bevel: That was really fun. B l u r r: Well, stuck on Earth so, I have to come up with something. B l u r r: Besides, it was about villains... sort of. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\F'REAL, I LIKED THAT. LOTSA ACTION. WAY BETTER'N THE QUIZ THING.\\ B l u r r: Kyeheheh. What can I say? I'm good at what I do. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Impossible. Prowl: admirable. Would accept, if beginning circumstances: different. B l u r r: Makes me wonder what type of Nemesis I would have... B l u r r: no one can match me for speed. _Whirl: Sadly, mine is dead. Or, well, sort of. _Whirl: A multiversal versiion of him popped up a while back, but he's gone again. B l u r r: Hnnh. B l u r r: You don't irritate me, but if you did, I would be incredibly grateful if YOU were my nemesis, Whirl. FakeProwl: *oh, that's... actually really flattering.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Jazz will always be the best of them, of course, but he would consider Prowl worth his time. His own could have been, if she'd really dedicated herself. A step above Blaster, or right around there.* FakeProwl: @Soundwave «... Thank you.» B l u r r: / smirks and pulls some wiring up from his arm / You're fun to fight with. Imagine if we just fought each other all the time. What a thrill. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Dips his helm.* Bevel: *has no nemesis and wouldn't even know where to begin with getting one* _Whirl: Well, damn, Teach. Thanks. _Whirl: *withoiut knowing, he dips his helm at Blurr at very nearly the exact time Soundwave does to prowl* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy looks up at Bevel* B l u r r: / flicks finials and nods / ItsyBitsySpyers: *...................................................* ItsyBitsySpyers: \\...NAH. I'D WHOOP YER AFT TOO EASY.\\ _Whirl: Oh, I know I am. *lifts his helm, unabashedly proud* And yeah, you're fast, and that kinetic-thing you've got going is tough to get around... but I bet I could do it. _Whirl: It'd be a hell of a fight. B l u r r: All the time. B l u r r: It would be entertaining. And incredibly thrilling. B l u r r: But, I don't HATE you. So, it doesn't work, does it? ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): ...Humorous reminder: alliance preferred. B l u r r: Even though the respect factor is there. Bevel: *pushes Frenzy over with a grin* Ok, Lil' Bit ItsyBitsySpyers: \\OOF!\\ ItsyBitsySpyers: *Swings at her arm* Bevel: *laughs* _Whirl: Yeah. Like, the respect factor is there, and the DESIRE to fight--but that's just normal friendship. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Heh. Same.» B l u r r: Mmm... but, we could stil lfight sometimes. B l u r r: If you want to. _Whirl: Ultimately I don't wanna destroy you, y'know? When you have a nemesis, it's like... that's it. That's the perfect moment, even though you don't want it to end. FakeProwl: *Soundwave gunning for him would be... well, not LITERALLY Prowl's worst nightmare—because Prowl's worst nightmare involves Insecticons—but it would be very close.* _Whirl: Gimme a time and a place, Teach, I'm ALWAYS down for a scuffle. B l u r r: Kyeheheheh. Good. B l u r r: /nods helm a little/ Yeah, I get that. I've never met anyone who balances both. Well... maybe... maybe one person. B l u r r: / taps chinplate/ But, he doesn't really think of me that way. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...That is it. That is how you know.]] _Whirl: Hey, it took me millions of years to finally meet Killmaster. _Whirl: And there were a LOT of mecha I really, REALLY, REALLY--*stiffens a bit* REALLY. HATED. B l u r r: I knew a mech that I hated so much, I wanted to kill him, but it was too fun to let him die... _Whirl: ...before him. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[If you think you would regret the manner of their death if it were not by your hands.]] _Whirl: *nods* yep. And when you know that's how they feel, too. B l u r r: oh, well... I'm pretty sure everyone who wnats me dead is B l u r r: honest about it _Whirl: *relaxes a touch* See, that's why Megatron can't be your nemesis, Starscream, aside from the hilariously obvious reasons Prowl stated. Optimus is his nemesis. B l u r r: Oh, to have the Tyran Prime as a nemesis... / would sparkly eye if he could / Starscream: Yeah but we don't have to be mutually nemesises B l u r r: To be crushed by that large pede and ran through with a sword... all that hate in his optics. B l u r r: / twitches claws and spreads them over his face/ Bevel: *so confused about this nemesis stuff* ItsyBitsySpyers: *There is a vaguely wistful tone to his thoughts.* _Whirl: You absolutely do. _Whirl: If your nemesis doesn't actually refer toi you as "nemesis" then it's just. A sad, pale imitation. Starscream: I hate Megatron more than anything else in the universe, he's scum _Whirl: ...*was about to say "me too" but has to live with the knowledge that he... actually DOES hate someone more than Megatron. Multiple someones* _Whirl: And, Blurr, you've just got a huge crush on him, that's different. B l u r r: ... Hhh, I suppose. B l u r r: It's great to have, though... Starscream: One day I'll have a chance tosnuff his spark _Whirl: *dryly* A nemesis, or a crush? B l u r r: ... oh. A crush. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Jazz deserved a more fitting termination. A stray shot from an unknown soldier - it should have been something glorious. A final race to stop a musical virus. A game of poisons. Anything but that.]] B l u r r: Your Jazz died from a shot? Poor thing... B l u r r: Ah... I do rather hate Jazz... Starscream: ((Star "killing Megatron i my kink" scream B l u r r: But, he's obnoxiously friendly to me Bevel: Most Jazzes are really friendly like that. _Whirl: *shrugs* FakeProwl: A nemesis MUST be mutual. A nemesis is a relationship. Bevel: *most, definitely only most* FakeProwl: Otherwise it's just unrequited spite. Starscream: Oh no, he hates me too Starscream: Just not as deep a loathing as mine B l u r r: This Jazz is more so, I think... FakeProwl: Not good enough. B l u r r: / looks at Bevel/ Some kind of holy relic or something. FakeProwl: If he doesn't see you as his nemesis, you're not nemeses. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Primus, their obnoxious insincere friendliness.]] A pause. [[And their magnet hands. On some.]] _Whirl: I mean, hate isn't gonna cut it. Starscream: Then I guess I'll just have to settle for not having a nemesis _Whirl: You can go through your life hating everyone. I did. _Whirl: Mostly. _Whirl: With a few exceptions, I still more or less DO. Bevel: Like a relic of the Thirteen? ItsyBitsySpyers: *And now he's suddenly suspicious. He glances around the room to assure himself his complaining isn't going to a surprise audience.* B l u r r: A relic of the what? No.. .he's that stupid cube thing B l u r r: Everytime he comes over, he pesters me. FakeProwl: *likes the magnet hands* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Prowl doesn't understand. He doesn't understand what Jazz has done with them.* _Whirl: Isn't that the guy that made Zori super-sized? B l u r r: Yeah... Starscream: ((I have to go ItsyBitsySpyers: [[At least you aren't -teaching- him.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((awww! byeeee! thank you for showing up )) Starscream: ((thanks for the stream _Whirl: ((be!)) _Whirl: ((....bye)) _Whirl: ((BE)) B l u r r: byeee!! ]] _Whirl: I don't think he likes that very much--can't you get him to change him back? B l u r r: ... Are you teaching him? _Whirl: I don't really talk to him anymore, but Professor Z seems down. B l u r r: Me? Get him to change Zori back? B l u r r: Jazz isn't going to listen to me... ItsyBitsySpyers: [[NO. No. Jazz is not adjusting Zori again.]] Bevel: Cube thing? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He is working on other solutions. Ones that are unlikely to end in \a microscopic minicon.]] B l u r r: / nods at Bevel/ He's some kind of... what is it? B l u r r: All Spark? _Whirl: *looks to Soundwave*  ...y'know that's probably not a bad idea. If he screwed up ONCE... ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Unfortunately.]] _Whirl: Well, if you need any ideas, I know a guy with a shrink ray. *shrugs* Bevel: Oh! I know what that is. B l u r r: you do? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...You will tell him more about that later, of course.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Oh! Oh. And here he is talking about-- and Prowl is right--* Bevel: Yeah, it made Cybertronian life in some places. I saw one once on a job. These Autobots had pieces of it and it made things come to life. B l u r r: Well, now it's all put together inside some mech. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): ...Jazz amica status temporarily forgotten. Apologies. Bevel: Starscream was a zombie. I bet Jazz is a zombie to. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Primus forbid.]] B l u r r: He's a zombie? Huh... no, impossible. That would make him interesting. Bevel: *giggles* B l u r r: Even so... he's very much alive from what I see. _Whirl: Sure thing. _Whirl: And, yeah, Teach--Brainstorm. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «We spent four million years on opposite sides of a war. I'll forgive you badmouthing my amica if you forgive me occasionally cringing at references to assassinating senators.» _Whirl: In my home dimension I got shrunk down and fouight some scrapets in Big M's body. _Whirl: Left some quality graffiti in there, too. Bevel: Maybe it works different in his universe. All the things that are the same from one universe to another are not really the same most of the time. *it's really confusing* ItsyBitsySpyers: *He seems to consider this for a moment. Like, actually consider it. He's tapping his digits and everything.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *And a nod.* B l u r r: Things change, kid. /looking at Bevel/ it happens. If you want to learn more about him, talk to him. B l u r r: He only calls me when he's having one of those... vision things. B l u r r: Like I'm supposed to know what it means. _Whirl: All right, losers, time for me to head out. *streeetches one more time before carefuly extricating himself* _Whirl: Seeya. *salutes the room* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Aww. Ya gotta?// B l u r r: / waves at whirl/ See you sometime soon. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Anyway, it's nice to hear that he was a thorn in a high-ranking Decepticons' side. I'm sure he'd be pleased by your complaints.» Bevel: *waves to Whirl* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Well, Rumble will trot back over to the couch and squeeze in between Frenzy and Bevel* _Whirl: Yeah, I've got... *plants to tend to* Errands. Bevel: *still sure this Jazz is an allspark zombie but she'll nod at Blurr anyone* Bevel: *anyway* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Kay. Seeya later.// _Whirl: *he'll spare Rumble a nudge before he makes his exit, bobs his head to all one last time, and trots off* B l u r r: I'll tell you what, though. His universe is one hot mess. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): ...Confirm Prowl not sharing news. Bevel: More than the other ones? B l u r r: As is my own. Yet, while we lay low here on Earth, the Decepticons won't attack us... for now. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «I won't tell him a word.» B l u r r: / flicks finials / Hn? Well, apparently his Autobots are dying off constantly. B l u r r: He keeps calling me in a panic. Bevel: *nudges Rumble carefully in greeting* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Nudge back and a grin.* Bevel: Oh, are they still fighting? B l u r r: ... I don't know. I stay out of it. B l u r r: I have no more ties to his universe B l u r r: / grumbles/ I have ties to another one now. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ping ping. Prowl is getting a reward. And also a demonstration of why Soundwave hates Jazzes so very, very much. Would he like to accept the A/V file.* Bevel: Sometimes being tied to someplace is a good thing. FakeProwl: *? all right* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Prowl's gonna see Soundwave cautiously stick his hand through a crack in the door, have it magneted, and get yanked through while Jazz flips over him. BUT WAIT, THERE'S MORE.* B l u r r: ... In this case, I'm not sure yet. B l u r r: If being tied to it is good. B l u r r: [[ LOL I REMEMBER THAT SOUNDWAVE ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Because Jazz was an unauthorized intruder, a bridge immediately opened, dragging him through it. Since Soundwave was magneted, he got yanked right back into Dancitron and fell through with Jazz--* ItsyBitsySpyers: *And they both ended up a fair distance away, completely locked out of a building now on shutdown.* ItsyBitsySpyers: ((YOU BETTER REMEMBER HE'S STILL SO MAD)) B l u r r: [[ BE MAD WERE ON CYBERTRONS RUINS ]] Bevel: Aw well, I hope you figure it out. *encouraging smile* FakeProwl: *... hmmm. Well.* FakeProwl: *this requires some serious contemplation. prowl puts his elbows on his knees and laces his hands together.* FakeProwl: *and presses them over his mouth.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Elbow nudge. He sees that.* B l u r r: ... /tilts helm/ Hmh. So, what's your plan, huh? B l u r r: / at bevel / FakeProwl: *he's shaking.* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Confirm THAT not shared either. ItsyBitsySpyers: *His dignity may be fluttering away in the wind, but at least Prowl is having a good moment for once. Shortage of those lately.* Bevel: *shrugs* Plans for what? FakeProwl: @Soundwave «I will absolutely not be sharing this.» FakeProwl: @Soundwave «... And the Constructicons better not be either.» FakeProwl: *good moment's over. What if that file got transferred to them during recharge? What if they decided they didn't care about Prowl's promise not to share it?* FakeProwl: *wilts slightly* ItsyBitsySpyers: *He sees this wilt.* B l u r r: / leans forward to look at Bevel/ You want on the ship or not? ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Inform them if this, shared, Soundwave personally ensures guard deals never again accepted. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Furthermore: existing Constructicon enjoyment items confiscated, shared among Autobot newbuilds. Bevel: Oh that! Um, well. *it would get her away from the horrible awkwardness of her home planet* would you mind someone else coming with me? FakeProwl: *small nod.* FakeProwl: *attaches that note to the file. If the A/V file gets transferred to them, the threat will go with it.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Small nudge.* FakeProwl: *questioning ping* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Own fault. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Wait, who's goin' with ya?// FakeProwl: @Soundwave «... What is?» B l u r r: ... Who's the someone else? B l u r r: / tilts helm and flicks finials/ Remember, joining my crew means I am your Captain. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Shared file. Constructicon tie known. Other data also given. Shrinking: unnecessary. Bevel: My amica and I am used to following orders. B l u r r: So who is this america? B l u r r: / he doesn't know these terms / B l u r r: / An amica endurae is an american endurance / ItsyBitsySpyers: [[..................America?]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Yeah, he heard that.* FakeProwl: *shakes head. doesn't make a difference.* Bevel: *stares at Blurr for a second trying to think of how to answer this* FakeProwl: *he was still Reminded of them. and that he has no control over this connection.* B l u r r: ... Isn't that what it's called? B l u r r: That's what you said, right? Bevel: Amica. B l u r r: ...Ah. B l u r r: Well, who is that? Bevel: Like a really important friend. Some universes do not have them. B l u r r: We certainly don't Bevel: *this feels like such an understatment of the term but it's the best she can give* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Quiet vent. Light thumb rubbing on whatever plate it's resting against.* B l u r r: Anyway. Who are they? ItsyBitsySpyers: *He'll wait until Prowl feels like saying something about it or moving on. Whichever.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble and Frenzy chinhands and watch Bevel and Blurr. They wanna know too.* FakeProwl: *doesn't feel like saying anything now. just sorta slumps there.* Bevel: *sticks tongue out at the twins* Rolodex is a minicon from one of the Malgus universe. They are not a warrior or anything like that. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Well, then Soundwave will just stay there with him for now. Maybe have an idea to temporarily get him 'away' from his troubles for a bit, in a few minutes.* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Which one's Malgus?// Bevel: The one with the zombie Starscream. B l u r r: [[ Maglus is TFA, yes? ]] Bevel: [[Yes B l u r r: *Malgus ]] B l u r r: [[ My son is from Malgus. My other Blurr ]] Bevel: [[TFA Blurr <3 B l u r r: [[ yasss ]] B l u r r: A minicon, hn? And what use will they do for the crew? Or you, for that matter? B l u r r: If you're part of the crew, you're part of the ship. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Hey! Don't you go stickin' her in no walls!// Bevel: *armor bristles slightly*Rolodex has been my friend since I first got lost. They are really smart and nice and help keep all our mercenary data neat and make sure we don't mess anything up B l u r r: So, they can keep data organized? Bevel: Huh-uh! They were a data keeper at a big prison on their Cybertron. B l u r r: Hmmm...we could use someone with those skills. Skychaser is moving to full time pilot. B l u r r: And you? B l u r r: / looks at the twins/ And I won't be putting anyone in a wall. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Good.// Squint. Bevel: I fight mostly. B l u r r: Do you need a reason to? B l u r r: You see, being a pirate is all about going against the grain. I don't want you to join and then you decide not to participate in any raids or pillaging events. Bevel: I do not hurt civilians. B l u r r: /scoffs/ then what kind of pirate are you expecting to be? Bevel: The kind that helps you take out bots like Thundertron. B l u r r: /smirks/ Now now, I didn't need a lot of help with that. /points to Frenzy/ Just his help. B l u r r: /lifts digit/ However... this may work to our advantage. Mechs like Thundertron need to be stopped. Bevel: *nods* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): This, not ideal overheard talk. If company still needed-wanted, Prowl avatar permitted longer stay within apartment. Speech, quiet not minded. Bevel: *she can't deny Frenzy's awesomeness during that fight* B l u r r: Hmmnh... /leans forrward and looks over Bevel/ I don't think I ever got a proper introduction. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy puffs a bit.* Bevel: My name is Bevel. B l u r r: ... Blurr. /shifts and holds out a claw/ Captain of the Emperor. /Your/ Captain, if you choose to be on my ship. B l u r r: That means you do what I say, when I say it. Any signs of mutiny.. .well... you don't want to know what kind of appetite I have. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «... I may as well go home.» *he's got nothing to offer Soundwave right now.* Bevel: Ew. *takes the offered claw* Does that mean I get stuck on this Earth now? B l u r r: It means you're stuck with me until we can leave. It won't be long now. I think I've managed to gain the sympathy of the mech who took me. B l u r r: I'm quite the actor. /smirks and lifts a digit to his scarred derma/ Don't tell anyone, though. Bevel: *giggles* So am I. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Prowl certain? Home comfort not expected in present moment... this, time away assistance. Return not required. Peace, quiet. Soundwave's time spent repairing datapads. Bevel: I have to get Rolodex and our stuff if we have to live on the ship. ItsyBitsySpyers: *In other words, Prowl doesn't have to entertain him if he just wants to leave his mind somewhere that isn't the prison apartment for a while.* FakeProwl: @Soundwave «The Constructicons aren't home at night. I can get peace and quiet as easily there as anywhere else.» ItsyBitsySpyers: *Somehow he doubts the 'peace' part of that.* FakeProwl: *which was to say, not easily at all. but that wasn't the fault of the location. even in holoform, he could feel the itch of his sanded off decals.* B l u r r: Good. Then get your supplies and that mech B l u r r: And come back here. /looking Bevel over/ And bring any supplies you have ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): ...If mind changed, alert. Simple plan adjustment. Not difficulty if own home preferred; potential Constructicon theft warning recorded. Security presence not unexpected. Bevel: Ok! *Blurr better hope he's up for the sheer amount of supplies and stuff Bevel is bringing back* B l u r r: / he wants all the things / B l u r r: ... Welcome to The Emperor... Bevel. /twitches claws/ ItsyBitsySpyers: *He knows he's made this offer at least once a week now, but he's not entirely sure what else to do. There's no mental clues to go off of, and Prowl can be closed-off even when he's NOT upset.* FakeProwl: @Soundwave «No. No—don't come over.» Bevel: Thanks, Blurr. Captain. *shrugs, look formal titles are not a thing with her merc group* B l u r r: Mm.../waves claw/ You'll learn in time ItsyBitsySpyers: *Tilts helm.* FakeProwl: @Soundwave «There's no need for that.» Bevel: @Soundwave: Can you help me with a space bridge later please? ItsyBitsySpyers: @Bevel: [[Yes.]] Bevel: @Soundwave: Thank you. :) ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): ...In personal experience, direction loss: more painful alone. However, if that: Prowl's wish, Soundwave... complies. ItsyBitsySpyers: *A twist to face Bevel and a nod.* FakeProwl: *flinches* FakeProwl: *he hates that he can't keep anything to himself. Everything's already obvious, isn't it? he used to be able to keep secrets.* FakeProwl: @Soundwave «"Alone" isn't even an option for me.» ItsyBitsySpyers: *Prowl shouldnt dig at himself so hard. It's hard to have them around Soundwave.* B l u r r: / vents and leans over on his couch to look everyone else over. Well, he's comfortable here. Lays out on couch / B l u r r: You'll learn to like living here. My ship isn't so bad, you know. /to Bevel / ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Apology. Corrected term: "Unaccompanied." Implication Constructicon ties forgotten unintended. Bevel: Better than living on Cybertron. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble mutters something that sounds like "ain't that the truth"* B l u r r: Kyeheheh, if you say so. You'll never go hungry FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Mm.» *the wording doesn't make much difference.* «... I dislike being fussed over.» Bevel: Good to know. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): ...Acknowledged. Glass treatment not meant. This - Soundwave not unfamiliar. After betrayal, new function not known. Carrier privacy also reduced. -- B l u r r: Mmhm. You see, we make stops all over the verses. I'm sure you'll get used to it. ItsyBitsySpyers: Intended offer purpose: support, understanding, assistance. Prowl capability still understood. However, desire: reduce unnecessary suffering, avoid unilateral decision. Bevel: I am used to travelling through the multiverse. B l u r r: Oh, good. Then you're used to foreign places. B l u r r: Now, there are guests that come and go on the ship that you should be aware of. ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): That, only reason. Prowl decision: time unaccompanied wanted. That, respected. Goodnight bid. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «I shouldn't have said I turned down a job offer.» ItsyBitsySpyers: *Or not.* Bevel: Guests? B l u r r: Yes. B l u r r: For one, if you see a white mech with red markings, if he still looks the same, that's Drift. B l u r r: If he's on the ship and he tells you to do something, you're advised to listen to him. B l u r r: He's like my honorary first mate. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Data learned soon regardless. Small pieces already possessed. Starscream complaint suffering expected. Soundwave sees much. That, role. Cannot apologize. Respect, best counter. Bevel: Oh. Ok. ItsyBitsySpyers: *So he'll let go and bow his helm.* FakeProwl: *irritated sigh* @Soundwave «... Goodnight.» B l u r r: Big green and white mech with AMP across his chassis? That's Roadbuster. He's allowed on the ship any time. B l u r r: And if I say I have a guest and you are to remain in your sectors of the ship, listen to what I say. FakeProwl: *disappears* B l u r r: The trophy room is off limits. /counting on digits/ The room of intellect is open to mechs who wish to settle and work on their own source material for themselves. I'll explain B l u r r: the basics of our beliefs some other time. B l u r r: You're welcome to look at any frames on the wall, but don't knock them down Bevel: *nods and listens intently* B l u r r: Oberyn, you'll know him when you see him, is allowed to roam wherever he likes. If you don't want him in your room, make sure you lock the door. B l u r r: Menace, who I'm sure is on the ship somewhere, might be in the vents. Just be wary. Menace: *muffled* I'm in the closet today. B l u r r: ... He's in the closet, apparently. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Shakes his helm a little. Prowl can be mad at him if he wants. He's not going to be sorry that he figures things out--.* Bevel: Closet ok. Lock doors. *she should have written this down maybe* B l u r r: Menace is my audio and optic set. He's gotten rid of traitors before and I'm sure he's itching to do it again sometime. B l u r r: Either way, just remember that my ship can be very interesting to live on so long as you follow the rules. B l u r r: Oh, and you might want to tell me what you like to eat now. ItsyBitsySpyers: *And he's not going to be sorry that he told Prowl he was semi-familiar with the problem. It's true.* Bevel: Leave. I have friends off ship. My creator. I will need to visit them sometimes. And I only eat energon. Regular kind. Or high grade sometimes. Not anything made from humans. Bevel: The human stuff is gross. ItsyBitsySpyers: *He's just going to ping Bevel and Blurr simple goodbyes and make his way out. Like he said, he has datapads to repair.* B l u r r: Right, well, we don't eat humans here. But, the cannibar does serve energon from many mechs. /smirks/ so be careful what you order. Bevel: *pings back, will message later for that bridge* B l u r r: /waves to Soundwave / B l u r r: As for leave, I won't keep you from whatever a creator is, but you need to remember that you'll be a wanted mech, so whatever happens when you leave is on your helm. B l u r r: But we will come get you if there is an attack. We don't leave crew mates behind. Bevel: That is ok than. B l u r r: One more thing. I have alliances. Strong ones. Anything we do... any business between them remains between us. B l u r r: Nothing can be said outside of the crew unless I say so. Bevel: I can keep secrets. I am really good at it. B l u r r: Good. then we're all right. Now, I just need you to know that we mechs... don't believe in Primus. Mechs from my universe, anyway. B l u r r: You can pray to whatever bag of chips you want. Bevel: *snickers* B l u r r: But on this ship, with my mechs from my verse that I brought, they worship in a different way. You're allowed to talk to B l u r r: whatever you want. But, don't push it on others. Other than that, talk to those pringles. Bevel: *she is going to assume that means no one will be pushing pringles she doesn't want onto her as well and nod in agreement* B l u r r: / nods / See? I can be a good Captain. B l u r r: / flexes claws/ Sometimes. Better than Thundertron, eh? Bevel: A lot of bots are better than Thundertron but I think we can make this work. Bevel: *she stands* I will go get my things now and Rolodex and I will return as soon as we are able. It will not be very long. I will bring whatever supplies for the ship that I can. B l u r r: Right. Get a move on, then. Bevel: *nods and leaves*

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Review Response, June 30 - July 6, 2019

Another week, this one with a DE update (Discord Collaboration Event) that happened... well, yesterday.

I was going to make this post much earlier, but the FF website was being dumb.

Legacy Prologue - Kanto

1) Don’t mind me, just a random review to let you know that people still read Legacy. But while I’m here, I just wanna say to the people reading the Review Response: POST A REVIEW ON LEGACY IF YOU READ IT SO THAT THE SERIES CAN CONTINUE FASTER

... While I appreciate the thought, but posting a review for the very first chapter does the opposite of what you are trying to do. It’s already a downhill trend. If you raise the higher points higher, the downhill trend just becomes steeper.

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Legacy #007

1) Where’d you go? There hasn’t been an update in almost a month?

Yeah, it’s been like a month, but... I think the Legacy Hiatus can go a few more months. Let’s see 1 update per every 4 months, hmm?

2) I love this story so much I really hope moon,lillie and hau are ok and if platinum will recover from her experience with the shadow net.

I can't wait for the next chapter

... Shadow net? ... Heh. I guess you can consider the currently concealed enemy as Legacy’s version of SA’s ShadowNet? But without the comedic silliness and failure.

3) OUCH. Putting moon and a boy on fire is horrifying. I think Lillie too. Never thought people would almost kill anyone just to get that Pokedex.

I put Moon, a boy, and Lillie on fire. So yes. I already said a long time ago that I was going to set Moon on fire. I followed through with that promise. Yes, you wouldn’t think that people will go that far to get a Rotom Dex given how annoying it is, but... useful for their goals.

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And with that, Legacy’s chart now looks like this. It’s still a downhill trend. But just a few more to the last chapter and the trend will look different.

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Destiny #013

1) I'm so sorry that this review is so late! I sorta got caught up watching a three hour movie with my family and then fell asleep reading this not because it was boring but because I tend to fall asleep while doing things. Anyways, I kid you not, when Blue asked the big question (the question I've been asking since the very beginning) I stg I leaned in closer. Like, that was the very moment that I had been waiting for the entire time! And it was just causally thrown in and took me by surprise. And tbh, I didn't expect that answer. He's trying to restore certain pokemon to their full power... well I doubt he's doing it to be nice. He's obviously going to use that power for something else. I can't believe Blue just took that answer as a satisfactory one when it's so vague. But I guess she didn't really do it for information, but whether to see if he trusted her or not. Well, he passed the test.

Speaking of that moment, I was also surprised to see that Blue could still think. Was she still brainwashed? Or even when under his control can you still think thoughts you would even when he isn't of control over you? Welp, who knows. But it also makes me wonder if the scouts have that same thing. What were they thinking when they were attacking the dexholders? Or maybe Blue is just really strong in those regards and this could somehow mean that in the future Blue will break her hold because of that strength. Hmm a lot to ponder indeed.

Also, Diamon was so sweet. I know they all are when it comes to the person they like, but like goddammit Dia. You're killing me. And, like, it wasn't even that much, but just his concern for Platinum was great. Though, X is a little bitch ngl. There Y is, all hurt and afraid, and doesn't even speak to her (unless he did and I just forgot?). But what can you expect? I guess not that.

I feel like this review is a little short compare to the others, but I suppose that's because this chapter is shorter than the others. But you are right when you said that in order to compensate for that, you gave us valuable info! It gave me more questions than answers, but still the little insight into Peter's plan was nice. Though as for what he plans in doing with Blue... I feel like he would do something more with her than just sending her to fight the dexholders. It would be such a waste to send someone as important as her to just fight them, when he already has an advantage. Maybe he plans on sending her as a spy? I mean, he already tried that, but that didn't work out as well as he expected, But it still did the job so I guess maybe not. Hmm or maybe he'll use her somehow, not to defeat the dexholders, but to restore the power to the pokemon. Unless the whole reason for restoring the pokemon's power is to defeat the dexholders, But that seems rather silly, because he could just do that on his own.

Anyways, I read your review response and while it does take a long time to write these reviews, I very much enjoy writing them so I will continue lmao.

Thank youuuuuuuuuu

And you’re back! For just one chapter this week, it seems. Yep. Trying to restore certain Pokemon to full power. That was me trying to jump the gun on the third Kalos game which never existed for some reason. Damn it. Oh well. At least Generation VII gave the Zygarde formes.

Well, Blue is not brainwashed. It’s more like... instead of just completely controlling her, she’s getting more aggressive thoughts and prompts in her mind. She was already distressed, and the subtle “nudges” towards the darker thoughts prompted her aggressive response. As for the other FULL mind controls... you will see.

Diamond is so sweet. Especially when it comes to Platinum. Hehehe... And for X... he’s not really the vocal type when it comes to things like this. It’s usually Y trying to cheer him up, and making sure that he’s okay, not the other way around. So... he doesn’t really know what to do. ... Poor Y...

While it certainly wouldn’t hurt to spy on an enemy that you can already easily crush, it’s not all that necessary. That said, disruption can come in many forms. Hehehe...

I look forward to seeing your future reviews!

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And Destiny now looks like this. Still up and down and up and down and... And this won’t be changing from just ONE person reading and reviewing, of course. ... That said, every time I look at this chart, that (38, 5) is REAL freaking annoying.

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DE #033

1) YAY! New update :) I was wondering what was taking so long for one but after reading this now I know. :) Can’t wait for more :)

Well, this wasn’t the only thing that was causing a delay in all the other chapters. But at least I was working on something in the meantime, eh?

2) MORE. MOREEEEEE! More cute black/white chapters. I neeeed theeem

And you shall get them. ... Later, and depending on the outcome of this chapter.

3) PLEASE GREEN OR SILVER REVIVAL FOR SCRAMBLED! :D

... The biggest reason why these two are not in any pairings is because of how freaking awkward or boring they are in a relationship. And you want me to pair them up with people they haven’t even met yet, thus removing canon histories from their interactions? Once again, I cannot keep these two REMOTELY in character and have such a chapter to work.

4) Aww, this was so cute! I've always loved Agency, even though I haven't quite read that arc yet lol. Seeing them happy together just brings a smile to my face :D The next chapter coming up seems interesting, too, I can't wait to see who the random Dex Holders are!

Seeing Black and White happy together is a rarity in my stories! Heh... So better enjoy it while you can~!

The two Dex Holders for the next scrambled chapter has already been decided. The “random” is a lie. The answer can be found in Pokemon Special Discord. Hehehe...

5) I literally can't stop smiling while reading this. This is just soooooooo cute!

Hehe. I tried to cram in as much cute and sweet stuff as possible :)

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And so DE now looks like this. ... Interesting to note that this chapter has been out for less than 24 hours and already has more than the Sun & Moon chapter I made a long time ago. Heh. As usual, the youngest juniors just get sh*t on in stories like these. Before the Sun & Moon chapter, what is the absolute minimum? (16, 5), which was... X & Y. Yep. The youngest juniors just get sh*t on.

If this chapter fails to reach 10 like the last one, then... well, so much for trying to write cute stuff with Black and White.