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noritoshiikamo · 3 years

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personal trainer! ushijima wakatoshi x reader cw public sex ish, unprotected sex, spitting, male receiving oral

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- private lesson

you always promise yourself that you’ll be healthier every time you sit in front of your birthday cake, when they ask you to blow out the candles and make your wish but you never get a chance to do it.

you barely have time between your work, you barely have a private life anymore. it has always been work, work and work. you liked to think that climbing a couple of stairs of your apartment building in heels when the lift isn’t working (which happened often) is enough exercise. it was until your mother went through some health freak era with her friends where she got you signed up for a private training class that you started taking your health seriously.

“i’ve signed you up for a private lesson. you’ll love it. the trainers there are so helpful. of course i went with my friends but i hear their private lessons are good too.”

“ma, i’m busy. i told you i’m already exercising,” you whined, staring at the piles of papers on your desk that seemed to grow every time you blinked. you weren’t lying, at least one half of it is true. you reached for your coffee before, pulling another batch to audit. your mother freaked out.

“this is why you don’t have a boyfriend! you know woman who doesn’t exercise has saggy tits and man doesn’t like sagg-”

you groaned, spurting yes in a desperate attempt to silence your birth giver. you stared at the reflection of your body in the nearby pc screen, as your mother went on and on about something you paid no attention too. your hands went up to cup your tits through your shirt, a frown on your face as you shook away your mother’s nonsense remarks. “we are not getting any younger, darling. listen, if you don’t like it then it’s okay. just give it a try. you’ll be healthier and it would help your sex drive. what’s the harm in that?” your mother’s words echoed as you stared at the confirmation email.

what’s the harm in that indeed, you shrugged in defeat as you turned on your netflix, legs propped up as you devoured your take out. i’ll be better tomorrow.

your first class started the very next day. to your surprise, you woke up early. you started your coffee and toasted your bread before hopping in the shower. it was odd putting on your yoga pants and not lounge in bed, scrolling social media, the temptation was real but you powered through, putting on a matching sports bra and a loose tee before scrambling to eat your breakfast. with your hairs out of your face, skin slathered in enough sunscreen, you took the first train to shiratorizawa fitness studio. the purple painted building was not hard to miss as you stepped through the glass door.

“hi! welcome to sendai’s finest private fitness studio. how may i help you?” you couldn’t help the grimace from forming on your face, the faux cheery morning greets already made you regret waking up early and chasing the morning train here. no one is this cheerful at 9 am in the morning. sociopath maybe, your brain scoffed.

you showed the email and the registration went smoothly with everything paid off and under your mother’s tab. soon you were carrying a handful of freebies including a shiny access card with your name glossed on it. many perks come with the gym, luxurious changing rooms and showers with saunas. the free freebies arranged on the countertop of the shower room was impressive, you would never find yourself reaching for this in the drugstore, the price is too expensive for your salary but it’s free here. there’s a small cafe with a smoothie bar for post workout and from the free sample they handed to you, you understand why this is sendai’s finest private gym.

your tour guard led you back to the locker room for you to prepare. tying your shirt into a small knot around your body, you made sure that your hair is neatly out of the way before grabbing your towel and water bottle. she took you to the elevator.

“private class is on the third floor. your personal trainer is one of our best. he’s a former athlete so you know you’re in good hand,” she smiled, leading you out on the long hallway. you could hear the thud of punching bags, loud grunts and echoes of working equipment. you were glad that your mother signed you up for a private lesson, you couldn’t deal with the idea of someone staring at you as you work out.

“ushi!” you followed as the girl skipped into the room, almost giddy.

you understood why when your eyes met his olive coloured eyes. his body stood tall, a yoga mat in his hand as he laid it on the floor. “this is y/n, our newest member. y/n, this is ushijima, your trainer,” your guide introduced, pulling you by the wrist closer. you flashed him a smile, bowing lightly before holding your hand out. you could feel shudders down your spine as his large hand enveloped yours, squeezing lightly before falling back to his side. “nice to meet you. hope you can teach me a thing or two about-” you glanced around, hands flailing pointing at all the equipment in the room, “this, you know.”

“if you need anything, don’t be afraid to call the front desk,” your guide excused herself, closing the heavy door behind you, leaving you to start your first private class.

“mr ushijima-”

“just ushijima. i don’t like formality,” he cut you off, pointing to the arranged mat in the middle of the room, “is this your first time joining a fitness class?” you nodded as you placed your items on the ground and took a spot on the purple mat. “let’s start with some stretches shall we?” you didn’t miss the way his lips curled into a small smile as he started with a simple arm stretch.

“you’re not pulling enough.”

fuck, how can someone fuck up something as simple as arm stretch, your berated yourself, cheeks warming up as you apologized, glancing back to your trainer. you swallowed the lump in your throat as his muscle touted underneath the purple tee, lips apart. h-he’s attractive. your trainer is attractive as fuck. his scoff startled you as he stepped closer. “you think staring would’ve at least made you fix it, don’t you?” you jumped as his warm fingers brushed against your skin.

he chuckled amusingly, “relax,” he pushed your arms further back, “do you feel the burn around your arms?” you nodded, brows knitted in a frown. it hurted more when he’s doing it for you. “that’s better. show me, repeat to the other arm,” he ordered, arms folded across his chest. you thought having people watching you in an open gym is terrifying, but this, having the judging eyes of your trainer down on you as you tried to stretch is even worse.

you repeat the same movement, pulling on your hand as best as you can to imitate the same burning pain until he nodded in satisfaction. “good, repeat it a couple more times, try and get your muscles to loosen up. we don’t want any injuries, okay?” you couldn’t help the eager nods. it was easy to follow and you started to feel your muscles ache. you think that all this time you were a pretty active person but by the end of the warm up stretches had you sitting crossed legs on the mat panting.

ushijima however didn’t break a sweat.

he let you catch a breath, lips around his nuzzle of the water bottle as he drank. you eyed attentively down the column of his neck, watching as his adam’s apple bobbed, muscle tensed you could see the veins popping out. in other circumstances, if you were ever to meet him in a bar, you could see throwing yourself all over him sober. “let’s keep going, okay?” he closed the bottle and threw it aside, holding his hand out to help you up.

it’s all about stretching today, his words echoed in your head as you rolled your shoulders away from your ears, drew your shoulder blades down your back, and lifted the crown of your head. “good, relax your jaw,” his fingers brushed against your jaw as he walked backward. his hands sat on your waist, his warm breath tickled the nape of your neck, “breath in,” you followed, “and out,” you fought the urge to roll your eyes as his breath brushed your skin again.

“again,” it sounded too close to your ears, you could feel shivers shooting to every corner of your body. you breathed in, ignoring the tight grip he had on your waist, thumbs rubbing against your bare skin and exhaled at the same time as he did along with relief as he took his hands off your waist.

“didn’t i tell you to move? we are not done yet,” his deep voice echoed in the small room, sending your back shooting upward.

“i’m sorry. i didn’t think yoga would be this exhausting.”

you gasped sheepishly, fanning yourself with your hands, wiping your cheek against the sleeve of your shirt. he threw the towel on the floor and shrugged, “you’ll get used to it eventually. okay the next position is the same position, when you inhale, put your hands upward. exhale and pretend you’re sitting down,” you eyed attentively as he demonstrated, pointing to where you’ll feel the burn along his legs, short brushing upward where you could see his taut muscle.

your legs were the only muscle burning at this point, as your throat dried up. you felt dirty, knowing yourself was getting wetter and wetter with every stretch. you squirmed in your spot as he stalked back to you. ushijima stood closer to you now, you could feel his cologne invading your air as he rested his hand on your shoulders. “inhale and arms up, that’s it,” his hands brushed along your arms, you wondered if he could feel your hairs standing up. it moved down, along the side of your chest and back to your waist, you stifled a moan, biting your inner cheeks, wishing painfully for this moment to end.

“breath out and let my hands guide you,” he ordered.

there’s no way he’s not knowing what he’s doing to you as you could feel your back brushing against him. your bottom were resting against the sharp bone of his pelvic, praying to yourself that whatever was brushing against the valley of your ass is just his leg as he pushed your back lower. ushijima cleared his throat, “shift your weight on your heels. keep your spine straight. breath in again,” your cheeks warmed up as you felt yourself brushing against him again.

his hand tightened on your waist, holding you still, “sit deeper, don’t worry i got you, y/n,” you know he meant well, but it’s not reassuring at all.

the burns along your thighs weren’t as painful as holding your thoughts back.

your consciousness fighting against each other, between getting yourself together and hoisting your hips upward to the temptation.

“are you alright, y/n?” his voice tickled your ear, “you’re so tense.”

your yes came out dry, head nodding slowly as you felt his hand moved underneath your shirt, pulling you up. this time you were sure, it wasn’t his leg against your ass. wondering if he could feel your beating chest from where your back rested against his chest. he brushed your hair aside, your eyes widened as his lips pressed against your exposed skin.

“maybe we should try a different approach, you’re too tense for me to work on, y/n,”

you shut your eyes close, ignoring the way his hands groping your hips, his lips on your neck. this isn’t what you signed up for, but this is something you could get behind with. “ushijima, someone could walk in,” you grabbed his wrist just as it toyed against the elastic band of your yoga pants, worry etched on your face but it all went out of the window as his lips crashed down on you. body twisting as he pulled you closer, your arms around his neck in response.

“what are they gonna do?” he panted, teeth gnashing against each other as he lowered you down on the mat, “fire their best trainer? i could say this-” you gasped against his lips as his palm cupped your cunt through your pants, the soft pad pressing against your clit, “is the new training style and they would eat it up.”

your thin shirt turned into shreds in his hands, his lips on your jaw and neck were intoxicating. he palmed your tits through the material, pinpointing your nipples so easily between his two fingers before rolling it. “f-fuck,” you cried out, back arching into his touch. his tongue lapped the salty droplets along the column of your neck, where the lips latched on left burning marks of him. the rough material of your bra provided more stimulation to your nipples with every roll just driving your pussy wetter and wetter.

“take off your bra,” ushijima mumbled, tugging the shirt of his body. you rushed, tugging the material as he pushed you back down. you marvelled at the feeling of his hard tone body underneath your palm as his tongue explored your mouth. “are you happy now? trotting around, pretending you don’t get a clue of what you're doing. are you that fucking touch starved you need to shudder when i touch you? even the bitches who throw themselves at me don’t react like this,” he growled against your lips, “did your boyfriend neglect your ass?”

you have no excuses, shaking your head as he nuzzled into your neck, “i don’t have one.”

he scoffed, tongue lapping your tits before releasing it with a soft pop. “no wonder you’re acting like a slut,” he sat between your legs, fingers gripping the material as he tore a new hole in your crotch. as ushijima expected, your panties were damp, a small visible patch of wetness along the slit that he didn’t waste time, slipping aside and dove in.

“hnnghh, stop,” you gasped, pushing yourself backward as his tongue darted along the slippery slit. your efforts were fruitless as his arms snaked underneath your thighs, gripping you still. “really?” he breathed you in, a string mess on his chin as his dark eyes looked up to yours, “you want me to stop?” you opened your mouth, but words stuck in your throat. he let a mirthless laugh, an i thought so etched on his face as he continued eating you out.

it was like a gushing pipe, you could not stop making more mess as he slurped you up, hoarse tongue rubbing against your clit, flicking it until you couldn’t take it anymore, begging him to slow down. and when he’s bored he moved to your aching hole, tongue fucking you while his thumb rubbed circles on your puffy clit. you didn’t care how loud you were being at this point, especially when the knot in your belly threatened to snap only for him to stop whatever he was doing, smothering exposed inner thighs with kisses and hickeys. you let a desperate cry.

“fuck off,” you breathed out, blinking tears completely unsatisfied by the way he’s treating you. not that he owes you any orgasm or what not, but at least be a gentleman and finish you off.

he flipped you, arranging you on all fours with face shoved down the mat. you listened to the loud tear of your pants beyond repairable, his hands palming your soft ass before landing a smack right on the inviting flesh. “ushi!” you jolted forward, nails gripping the mat as you hissed at the stinging pain. “shut it,” he reminded, another smack on the same spot was like salt on your wound.

it left a stinging pain and he didn’t stop, not until your whine turned into the little moans amidst the hisses. until your cries turned into desperate begging for more, with every smack just made you gush out more arousal that he decided to test your limit, landing a softer slap on your clit. his cock twitched at the way your hole clenched on nothing, babbling mess of no more and slowly please.

“use your mouth sweetie,” another smack landed on your clit just to rile you up, thighs trembled. you want nothing more than to close your thighs together, relieve yourself of the pleasure. you were just one smack away from squirting, with two fingers pistoning in and out of your cunt, you knew you were about to make a mess. you squeaked, hands reaching back to push his fingers away but he stopped you, barking orders for you to stay still. “hold this for me, don’t make it any rougher than it should be. i’m just teaching you a thing or two just like you wanted,” he teased, using your own hand to hold your cheek apart for a wider view of your cunt. he alternated between pistoning deep and rubbing the slit outside until you let out a shrill scream, cunt squirting a whole clear mess all over his fingers and mat.

“look at that,” he grabbed a handful of your hair, yanking you backward, shoving your face where your liquid mess pooled. “you nasty fucking slut, open up,” he grabbed your chin, prying your lips apart. it hurt, the way he was gripping on your jaws as his free hand tugged his short and boxer down. “spit on it,” he commanded, watching as a dollop of your saliva dripped down on his cock. his hand smacked your cheek, not hard enough to pain you, but enough as a warning, “do better, slut. what is that weak spit? you’re not a virgin are you? this isn’t the first blow you ever give right?” you shook your head, your hand gripped the base of his cock, he hissed at the feeling of your cold hand wrapped around his cock. girth thick, one hand isn’t enough to wrap around it.

you tried again, spitting enough on his cock before slathering the saliva and precum mix along his cock. ushijima moaned, hand raking through your hair, pushing it back, “that’s it, i know you can do that, now get it wet enough for your cunt,” he muttered satisfyingly, shoving the tip against your lips. he tasted salty in your mouth, but definitely better than others you went down on. with every bob, he let out a deep whine, praises rolled off his tongue as he jerked his hips forward, “that’s it baby, take it all in.” you whined, doe eyes looking up on his every time he jerked too deep, it tickled your gag reflex. and he knew he’s huge, but does it stop him from wanting to shove it down your throat?

it didn’t, you didn’t miss the smile he shot, pinching your nose as he inched deeper.

ushijima fought the urge to roll his own eyes as your nose nestled on the trimmed bush, bulge in your throat as the wall constricted around it. “that’s it, just relax, you’re doing good. you’re not tensing up anymore,” he cooed, pulling out. you coughed, a stringy mess dripping out your lips as you struggled to catch your breath.

he let a low whistle, fingers under your chin, lifting it up until you met his eyes, “look at that mess, all cute and pretty for me huh?” he stole a kiss before pushing you back on your earlier position.

you were almost giddy, lips trembling in relief as the cock brushed gently against the slit. it was wetter than before making a squelching sound that was melodious to him. that’s how he likes his girl; a soaking mess.

you felt ashamed of how you were reacting just as his tip caught your hole, pushing the angry red tip in and you were already moaning. “ushijima, pl-please,” you stammered weakly. your nails clawing on the rubber mat as he toyed, pulling bits in before pulling out until your cunt swallowed him whole. a symphony of fucks echoed the room from both of you as he withdrew and slammed right back in. you could cream instantly, but he clicked his tongue, hushing you, reminding you to not be loud.

“i-it felt so good, please.”

“it felt so good, huh?” he mocked, grabbing you by your waist to get better leverage as he continued to fuck himself deep inside of you, you could feel he grazed your cervix, “is this what you wanted from start huh? you want me to stretch you out wide and good? all it takes is one cock up your cunt to loosen you up.” his pace didn’t flatter, even when you’re clenching hard down on him, it was just an invitation to rut in you deeper. the sound of your cunt squelching around his cock echoed the room, skin slapping with every thrust has you whining on the mat.

it was really humiliating to be fucked raw by your trainer, reduced to a complete mess on your first day, but consider this a blessing in disguise. you been needing a good fucking but lack time to find a suitable cock. if he didn’t kiss you first, you probably would find another way to seduce him. god, you really are desperate for some cock.

ushijima yanked your head back, startling you from your daze as he slammed forward. you felt your legs buckled underneath the pressure. you let out a moan when he shifted, the tip of his cock now brushing a new spot, sending jolts of pleasure to every part of your body. with your head pulled back, you took the opportunity to look for his eyes.

it was dark, clouded by lust almost feral.

your own were clouded, in a permanent daze of pleasure.

he grabbed a handful of your fleshy ass, a grip that surely will leave you with a bruise. with every thrust, you writhed under him with your eyes rolled back until there was only the whites. his hand moved to grab you by your throat, pulling you upward to his chest. your sweaty body pressed against each other, “touch yourself,” he kissed the shell of your ear lightly, nose inhaling your scent deeply. it mingled with the musky smell of sex, turning him on even more.

“like this?” you whispered and he nodded, kissing a spot behind your ears as he whispered good girl. you could feel your clit throbbed. your finger moved to its place, you couldn’t help the little moans as the combine circles of your fingers and him fucking you threw in cycle of bliss. his hand moved to occupy the empty column of your neck, feeling the desperate gasp every time it tightened, watching excitingly as you demanded for air.

“you gonna cum?” he cooed melodiously to the nod of your head.

“please, please, s’good.”

he pulled your head back, capturing your lips in a feverish kiss, “you gonna cream all over my cock huh? such a good fucking girl, you’re taking me in so good. wanna fill you up with my cum,” he grunted, his fat cock scrapping your walls deliciously. his nails rough on the flesh of your thighs, leaving crescent marks.

“one whole fucking month, i can imagine how many time i could pound in your tight pretty pussy. gonna ruin you for me,” his sharp teeth brushed against the junction where your neck met your shoulder. he sank his teeth down when the pleasure was too much to hold. he couldn’t help realizing how your hips were meeting his halfway. “s’good, ushi, right there please, faster,” voice cracking as you begged, desperation injected in your moans.

“who’s pussy this is?” he lapped the mark, planting kisses all over your shoulder.

“yours, it’s yours, please make me cum, pleasepleaseplease.”

“whatever my pretty princess want.”

just like you, ushijima was desperately close to cumming; god knows how he deserved to fill up a tight cunt like you after whole stressful week. he started bucking frantically, loving the feeling of every inch of your tight, hot cunt. he could feel his own orgasm building with each long, hard thrust. nothing could come out of your mouth anymore but a gibberish cry as you braced yourself for you long awaiting high.

“ushi-” words cut short as his hand immediately clasped to your mouth, muffling your scream as you rode through your orgasm. your body writhed against his, twitching as your walls convulsed along his length. ushijima continued to fuck you through your orgasm until he snapped, his own came crashing in. he was grunting heavily as ropes after ropes of warm cum painted your inside white.

he jerked his hips slowly, making sure every last drop remained in you before slipping out, laying you down on the damp mat. it took you both a while to regain your consciousness, heavy breathing echoed the quiet room until he handed you a towel. you wiped yourself clean, your neck and thighs before slipping on your bra. he handed you a spare pair of shorts from his bag as you discarded your shredded pants. that’s enough to cover you as you made your walk of shame to the shower.

you gathered your item and excused yourself, unable to look your trainer in his eyes. but he slammed his hand on the door, pushing it close before you could escape, pinning you between the door and him. he pushed your hair away, he was still naked and sweaty you could feel it against your body. his lips brushed against your ear, his hands caressed your hips in the same way that got you fucked in the first place.

“your form is improving. it’s not as tense as before. but a couple more sessions in a few weeks stretching you out, would improve it better.”

he pulled away, opening the door for you before closing it shut before you could say a word. funny how a small smile curled on the corner of your lips as you walked down the hallway. you left the place by lunch time, exhausted and sore. before you could fall asleep standing in the train your phone buzzed.

this is shiratorizawa fitness studio. we would like to inform you that your personal trainer has arranged for the next session to be on saturday, 9 am. would you like to confirm your attendance or shall we reschedule to a more suitable date?

you bit down on your lips, unable to contain your excitement as your fingers rapidly typing a confirmation to your next session. your mother is right, exercise does improve your sex life.

just a tad different that she expected.

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smoqueen · 2 years

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thoughts on the Injustice games?

they are some of my least favorite non-airdash fighting games in general but i still played em for fun of course. the customization in 2 was pretty fun. roster is weird. i dont give a fuck about DC shit, though, to be frank props to people who enjoy them as like their 'main game'

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witchcraft-in-wonderland · 4 years

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Logan's Birthday (1/7)

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Logan was a smart man, he always had been, top of his class since he was little. But being smart only got you so far, there always came a time when you just werent smart enough.

For Logan, that time was adulthood. So many years worth of studying, gone at the slightest notion that someone else was- better. And of course, Logan knew exactly what made his competitors better, but saying it out loud, that was paramount to insulting the company.

So here he was, twenty-two years of age and stuck in an apartment, sifting through job applications and bills, as if he'd ever have enough to pay them off.

"Oh yes Logan go on take only honors and AP classes for the rest of your life, I'm sure it'll all turn out fine," Logan muttered bitterly.

He let out a groan of annoyance as the tv flickered through one of his least favorite commercials.

He'd always despised fashion and makeup companies, but the Kingsley company was another story on it's own. He couldnt explain it, for all he knew it was some odd combination of self hatred and toxic societal expectations, he just couldn't stand those twins, with their overly wide smiles and stupid overzealous compliments. But of course, most other people bought it. So Logan always assumed there was something wrong with him.

Eventually Logan finished with the papers, setting them aside and walking to the kitchen.

"Like anyone would pay thirty bucks for a makeup set that's going to fall apart two days afterward," Logan muttered, glaring at the tv. He walked over to the coffee machine and got started on his fourth cup for that day. It wasnt healthy, Logan knew that, he'd done an entire report on it in sixth grade, but it was the only way he could seem to stay up without having a breakdown.

Logan looked over at his to-do list for that day, he never seemed to finish them, so he had no idea why he bothered. He checked off the section labelled "bills and applications" before walking back to the coffee machine and picking up the mug. He watched the sunrise outside the window, he always liked sunrises more in the colder months, they were much brighter.

Logan finished his coffee and set the cup in the sink, checking his watch. His mother had set up a job interview for him, but all she'd given him was an address and a time, he certainly didnt want to be late. He walked to his closet and pulled out a blue sweater, black vest, black pants, and dress shoes.

"5629, Ridgeport Avenue, should be interesting," Logan muttered as he fixed his tie. He'd never exactly liked Ridgeport, it was a rich people and idiots thinking they could make it big on stupid ideas.

But what awaited Logan when he reached the location was far worse than what he was expecting.

"Mother I told you I dont want anything to do with this company!" Logan hissed over the phone, currently hiding out in the bathroom, he may have hated the Kingsley company, but he wasmt stupid enough to insult them where someone might hear.

"Its good pay! You can suck up your pride for once in your life cant you?" His mother replied.

"Me, a secretary for those- those-" Logan couldnt seem to find the right words for it, all he cod think was 'Ew' and 'Not in a million years'.

"I'll call you back after the interview," Logan said, hanging up and stuffing the phone back in his pocket. He fixed his hair in the mirror before rushing back out, after all, he did have a meeting in thirty minutes.

"Logan Sanders," The intercom sounded, the voice of Remus Kingsley flooded the room. Logan felt his stomach lurch as he stood up. He trudged down the hall, fiddling with his tie. He finally reached the door to Remus' office, and knocked twice.

"I'm not naked if that's what you're thinking," Logan held back the urge to vomit as he processed the sentence, and then he opened the door.

Remus Kingsley was a tall man, with a white striped birthmark in his hair, and a mustache that gave him the impression of a man who'd gorged himself on mud. His clothes didnt help much, a ripped jacket paired with a green shirt and twice as torn black jeans, his feet were even propped up on the desk for gods sakes.

"I'm here for the secretary position," Logan said as he closed the door.

"Well secretaries arent supposed to stand are they?" Remus said, moving his feet and gesturing toward the chair in front of the desk. Logan took a seat and finally let go of his tie.

"So what sparked your interest in the position?" Remus said, very obviously reading off notecards.

Logan bit back the urge to say 'brute force and a ransom note'.

"I've seen a lot of your commercials, the name was recognizable," Logan said.

"Oh so you've heard of us?" Remus said, now checking his nails. Logan was getting more annoyed by the minute.

"Yes, I have," Logan replied, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from growling.

"Great! You're hired! You can start tomorrow," Remus said with a grin, Logan noticed he was missing one of his front teeth. He slid a sheet of paper across the desk, Logan looked it over and pocketed it before getting up.

"Very well, I suppose I'll see you tomorrow," Logan said as he walked out.

"I could get used to seeing that face every day," Remus said, Logan felt his face heat up slightly, though he could scarcely tell if it was from rage, or from something else. He merely nodded and closed the door behind him on his way out, rushing through the lobby and out into the streets of Ridgeport.

"This is it- my life is over, this is how I die," Logan had decided to meet up for coffee with his friend Remy, and the conversation had turned very quickly to Remus' comment at the end of the meeting.

"I mean it could be worse, at least you're both in the same age-range," Remy replied, taking a sip from his iced coffee.

"I dont know how you're drinking that when its 27 degrees out," Logan said with a laugh.

"Nothing will ever be as cold as my heart," Remy said, grinning.

"Oh? Cold-hearted are we? Then please, do tell me where all those photos of Emile huddled up under your arm with his head buried in your chest came from,"Logan said sarcastically.

"Oh Em, the only person warm enough to melt my poor icy cold heart," Remy said, bringing a hand to his forehead and falling back slightly.

"Gods you're so cheesy," Logan said, rolling his eyes.

"You're just mad because you dont have a queerplatonic partner to give you forehead kisses every night before you go to sleep," Remy said.

"I dont need a partner of any kind, I'm fine on my own," Logan replied.

"Sure you are bud, sure you are," Remy said.

And that stuck with Logan the rest of the week. He had a lot more interactions with Remus than he'd expected to, sometimes they felt- planned. But Logan could swear up and down he was imagining things, there was no way someone as influential, nor as self-absorbed, as a Kingsley would've spared him a second glance.

And he carried this thought process with him, that is, until he found a letter on his desk. A letter, inviting him to the company Christmas party, from Remus.

"Did you get my letter?" Remus leaned on Logan's desk, that same grin he always wore plastered on his face.

"Yes, though I dont think you specified the office you want it delivered to?" Logan replied.

"Oh! My bad, I think it was right abooouuuuttt- here," Remus pressed a finger to Logan's nose, Logan tensed slightly, his cheeks flushed red.

"You turn a very pretty red when you're nervous," Remus purred, resting his head on his arms, which were now crossed over Logan's desk wall.

"I-" Logan wasnt sure what to say, here was all the evidence, right in front of his face, and yet he still didnt dare believe it.

And he didnt believe it, not until the day of the Christmas party, where he arrived in a limousine, hand in hand with the man, to a cruise ship of all places, wearing, for the first time in his life, a stunning midnight blue dress, that made him feel like he was worth a glance.

Though of course, no amount of party dresses could top that which he wore on his wedding night, a floor length gown of Remus' own design, studded with pearls and sequins, reflecting blue lights everywhere he walked.

"Remember how I said I wouldnt mind seeing a face like yours every day?" Remus said, smiling as he moved Logan's veil.

"Well, you wont have to worry about that now, will you?" Logan said, smiling, and he relished in the kiss that Remus placed on his lips, Remus' arm pulling Logan closer and closer by the waist, until the space between them was so thin that they were almost attached.

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cattles-bians · 3 years

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exes au part 11

post directory

obsetress: i'm about to fully fall asleep but i have been thinking about exes au danvi and like the isabel of it all and dani dating a single mom and how just like

obsetress: vi is so protective of isabel and as much as she loves dani like

obsetress: she took SO LONG before introducing her and then like

obsetress: when they broke up dani left and dani wasnt in isabels life anymore and dani was so good for isabel and viola just feels so fuckin shitty and blames herself and

obsetress: but i'm also thinkin bout soft fluffy stuff too like how much dani loves isabel and how much vi loves watching isabel w dani and

em: hey hannah what the fuck

obsetress: isabel has a nightmare one night and goes to her mom's room and dani's there too and she just curls up between them

em: do you think when they finally reconnected dani was like hey um. does isabel remember me. would it be weird if

obsetress: FUCK

obsetress: this absolutely happens

em: viola is VERY apprehensive at first

obsetress: god yeah esp after getting so hurt by it but

obsetress: viola sure cannot say no to dani!

em: i love some dani with kids tho

em: maybe too soft but do u think for at least a couple years dani would like. send isabel a bday card

em: like dead air otherwise

em: hmm idk i am chewing that one over more

obsetress: god it's hard i think dani wants to but she doesn't

obsetress: i could see dani writing them and holding onto them

em: oh that’s even worse

obsetress: even tho she really doesnt think she'll ever talk to vi again

em: what a soft and depressing thought. thank u. i resent u.

obsetress: yeah it hurts!

obsetress: but then she does! and she gives them all to isabel when she's older maybe

em: hold on i’m gonna bawl

em: sometimes my parents will be like um. do u remember this person and i’m like uh i don’t remember people i worked w two years ago let alone

em: but i think isabel does

em: i will be thinking about this all afternoon bestie have a wonderful slumber

[em note: em yells in hannahs DMs while she's asleep dot png]

em: no um. mate im still furious about the isabel of it all wtf

em: thinking about um. like ok i dont wanna use isabel as a prop but this is certainly one of those times where

em: violas been hurt before and viola's hurt other people before because she's deeply troubled and i feel like that would be one of the first times she sorta. sure she licks her wounds and feels miserable for herself but its also like uh

em: really sobering to realise This Hurts Isabel Too

em: because yknow violas very gatekeep gaslight girlboss i think shes got a strong enough sense of self that nothing really shakes that. maybe even to a deluded degree. i dont think she goes to therapy because shes like wow im fucked up i gotta get help, she's more like

em: shes really driven by her love for isabel!! gestures WILDLY

em: realised this is an au where parents get therapy and dont pass their traumas onto their kids and i want OFF this WILD RIDE im so tired of discovering things about myself through the realm of fiction

obsetress: yeah same i kept thinking about it too alfkadlsfkjdasf

obsetress: i want to reply to every single line of the isabel thing but i'm not gonna do that so let me just say: YEAH

obsetress: like isabel is her cornerstone full stop everything comes down to isabel

em: dani's probably so nervous reconnecting w isabel again. absolutely spinning her lil wheels

em: they set up a lil date and time and dani's doing her gay nervous babble abt if isabel even remembers her or god forbid resents her n jamies like...

em: im pursing my lips as i draw a line on the whiteboard between jamie's whole childhood and isabels and shaking my head Goddamn It

em: jamie lets dani babble it out n pauses and reflects on what she's saying n then jamie's like. the fact ur nervous means u care. n kids are v good at picking up when ppl care. you'll be alright.

obsetress: god yeah this bit i can just. hear it

obsetress: it's so visceral

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em: viola

obsetress: god my favorite taurus hedonist

[em note: hannah yells in em's DMs while em is asleep dot png]

obsetress: god fuck what was i thinking about isabel this morning like

obsetress: that's what i get for daydreamin between snoozes and not writing it down alas

obsetress: but just like how excited isabel is to see dani again when she does and also like, isabel and rebecca

obsetress: then i started thinking about

obsetress: rebecca and vi getting married and vi's always like i'm not gonna get married again it's bullshit and rebecca's like it's not for me but then they just

obsetress: like they live together and they share everything and rebecca looks out for isabel just as much and they get to a point and it's like

obsetress: oh. oh

obsetress: like they're both like it's the logical thing to do. it's logical and it's safe and we should have this extra layer of protection but also it's like

obsetress: they find themselves more and more excited a lil you know? and just thinking about how isabel's there and how excited isabel is and

obsetress: but god yeah what i was thinking about this morning like. one day vi has to tell isabel dani's not gonna be coming around anymore and like

obsetress: isabel doesn't really understand and she's so sad and then vi feels even shittier

obsetress: and she's like "we'll be okay. it's you and me, remember? moving mountains"

obsetress: "you me us, right?"

obsetress: the first time rebecca meets her she brings her a book as a gift and is like "this was one of my favorites" and

obsetress: OH I REMEMBERED

obsetress: so like when dani sees isabel again finally (and yknow as nervous as dani was vi was even more on edge because it's so inconsistent and is she gonna understand yknow? and the two of them just spiral––which is also another thing about the two of them in a relationship! i think they push each other down spirals)

obsetress: jamie's there too and dani's like "this is... this is, uh, jamie" and it's like you said jamie isabel parallels and so jamie's like a lil tender

obsetress: spoiler: isabel and jamie end up bonding the most

obsetress: jamie's like running around with isabel on her shoulders and then showing her all these plants and taking her to gardens and

obsetress: another tentative jamie vi alliance

em: isabel mikey hangout When

obsetress: isabel mikey hangout!

obsetress: they're hanging with isabel and she and jamie have a very spirited discussion where isabel's like "i wanna be a princess" and dani's like "why not a knight?" and jamie's like "why not opt out of the feudalistic hierarchy entirely and ditch the kingdom for the high seas?" and convinces isabel to go full pirate

obsetress: and then isabel kinda passes out with her head in jamie's lap and jamie's just kinda idly playing with her hair (vi is already like "am i... attracted to jamie in this moment?")

obsetress: and jamie's like "y'know, i should bring mikey round next time isabel's here" and viola's like "......who?" and jamie's like "my little brother? mikey?" and viola's like "right.... right"

obsetress: cut to later, when dani and jamie have retired to vi and becca's guest room: "since when does jamie have a little brother?" "she always has, babe"

em: kinda obsessed w like. violas love for isabel means her wires get crossed when the surly gardener is Good With Kids

obsetress: yeah

obsetress: mikey and isabel immediately hit it off i think

obsetress: a bit of an odd couple because i think isabel is definitely, like, her mother's daughter and mikey is............. mikey

obsetress: but i think they meet in the middle and help each other grow and play pirates together

em: viola is like. of course mikey and isabel will get along. isabel is wonderful. but jamie is quietly Sweating about the whole thing

em: so damvibecca are having their afternoon tea and their little cakes and jamie is Quietly sweating and she’s like ‘quiet is good, right? like they’re not tryna k-‘ and then there’s the sound of two 8 year olds (idk how old they are tbh) YELLING as they chase each other down the hall w wrapping paper tubes

obsetress: nervous babbling dani x quietly sweating jamie, an otp

em: isabel has gotten into the make up n given them both black eyes n scars and moustaches n everyone’s like oh no how’s viola gonna feel about this but viola is DELIGHTED

obsetress: dani's like "chill you all she's gonna––" and then viola is getting up and asking them to do her face too

em: made a parrot outta a sock and newspaper

obsetress: viola playing pirates w isabel and mikey

em: kids w their endless creativity n absolute disregard for personal property is truly a thing of dreams

obsetress: mikey gives her a paper tube and she disarms isabel, takes hers, and offers it very seriously to jamie

em: cuteeee

obsetress: rebecca's giving dani a look and dani is completely unfazed and reaching for another tea cake

em: absolutely unflappable dani clayton

em: dani and rebecca sharing a Look like hey have you ever seen her this gleeful

obsetress: there is something very tasty about jamie taylor having a direct hand in making viola so gleeful

em: takes a village!

obsetress: when viola's two big loves are sitting five feet away from them both

em: everyone changes everyone for the better

em: fucken soft ass chat over here

obsetress: everyone changes everyone for the better

obsetress: soft as hell

em: thesis statement everyone likes each other so much (jamie pretends she doesn’t)

obsetress: (jamie pretends she doesn't) (jamie might like everyone the most)

obsetress: viola registers mikey for isabel's school n pays full tuition

em: oh my god

obsetress: jamie is horrified and refuses to accept it and viola waves a hand and is like "too late, deposit's non-refundable"

em: (they carpool)

obsetress: PLEASE

obsetress: oh god and like

obsetress: flora and miles go there too

obsetress: full circle complete

em: broke: highschool au woke: guardians of primary schoolers au

obsetress: dani jamie in bed jamie's like "you don't...... think it's weird?" "hmm?" "mikey going to.... school with our boss' kids?" "why would that be weird" "i dunno" "he also goes to school with my ex's kid" "he's best friends with your ex's kid" "and that's not weird, is it?" (grumbles) "not anymore" "so why would this be?"

em: jamie’s ribbing mikey for his silly tie and straw hat but she teaches him how to tie a tie and also she keeps crying for some reason???

obsetress: oh fuck

em: mikey: can’t i just get a fake tie >:/

jamie: no because when u have a real tie you can leave it untied a little as an act of rebellion

obsetress: god it's jamie crying for me

em: i love that big baby

obsetress: so much!

em: jamies like idk what’s gotten into me i never cry n danis like. raises one eye brow and mentally checks off all the times jamie has absolutely bawled watching a movie

em: not even a sad movie

em: dani plays along

em: maybe ur getting soft in ur old age jamie

obsetress: jamie i cry three four times a day five if i'm being honest taylor

em: thinking about their weekly weekend lunch w damvibecca and hannah and owen and miles and flora and

obsetress: dfjsldkfjslfslfj

obsetress: god big found family

obsetress: you know viola doesn't like

obsetress: dani and jamie respectfully toe around whatever the fuck owen and hannah have going on but viola just does not suffer it. she's so blunt to them

em: big viola grin and all ‘owen, hannah, i assume you will be each other’s dates?’ (owen chokes on his tiny egg sandwich)

em: hannah grose is serene and unreadable as she dabs a bit off yolk off owens moustache

em: maybe even a bit pleased

obsetress: everyone is always so tense when viola and hannah get together because neither of them take shit yknow

obsetress: and everyone's like "which way is this gonna go"

em: god. peak snarky broads

obsetress: but usually they end up good. two apex predators where one is a lil vicious but the other is so confident in its status that it just chills

em: they have the Best gossip

obsetress: would love to sit in and listen as they drink tea and gossip tbh

em: viola presses owen on hannah and he goes red and viola presses hannah on owen and she does a little wouldnt-you-like-to-know into her tea

em: viola nee willoughby and hannah grose friendship is. truly something i never knew i needed until now

em: they’re both just that lil bit older than the rest of the gang too

obsetress: an important coalition

obsetress: hannah grose! hannah looking out for rebecca and that's the couple times she gets a lil testy w vi

obsetress: mikey and isabel besties but flora and mikey get along really well and isabel and miles do too i think

em: the sheer chaos of a taylor-lloyd-windgrave story time

obsetress: LDKFjKLSDJF HELP

obsetress: taylor lloyd wingrave story time

obsetress: jamie suddenly very invested in story time

obsetress: dani's like "i know this is the first time you've actually cared about story time, babe, so let me give you some pointers"

em: i was just in my head thinking fondly about like. jamie is a drop out and plays a lil dumb sometimes for fun but also prolly reads a lot especially to mikey and now i’m like. wait i’m talking to Ms Floras Two Moms herself

em: idk if i had that headcanon before i read she taught me a lesson alright but yknow what! doesn’t matter it’s a beautiful one

obsetress: thank youuuu i love it a lot

obsetress: jamie big reader is generally one of my fave headcanons tbh i'm glad it seems to be widely accepted. can't even explain why it's just nice

em: sometimes i will talk 2 ppl about my passionate drop out jamie taylor belief n then they’re like but she’s smart (it’s only happened a couple times hahsj) and i’m like these aren’t mutually exclusive!! this is my very biased experience but my friends who do manual labor for a living seem to read so much more than my friends who don’t

em: your brain wants to chew over things while the hands are workin i reckon

obsetress: yes yes yes yes yes

obsetress: i think that's also like (sighs heavily)

obsetress: symptomatic of hegemonic perceptions of the working class

em: i love when u sigh heavily it’s always a fun take

obsetress: i think jamie is v clever and reflective and like if there's one thing i've learned getting older it's

obsetress: smart doesn't matter i think the most insightful most thoughtful people are the most reflective ones

obsetress: like none of it fuckin matters just be a nice person

#in which hannah says hegemonic perceptions of the working class and i pretend its foreshadowing vampire au #the dani jamie viola rebecca exes au #LONG one its like #2500 words which is #yknow! some pages #idk what counts as long all writing is witchcraft to meajhfjbnk #ik i should be pacing these a lil better but #i just wanna get up to vibeccas wedding im IMPATIENT

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thelakesuite · 4 years

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ideas for a roots musical have been BANGING around in my head for at least a month now so i’m finally bothering to write them down. expect reblogs of this when i get more

- there are two actual background pieces: outside of the house and the basement (which is pulled over when required, the outside one need not be lifted i dont think). the real backdrops consist of two.. cross-hinge-things? no more than half the background’s height (or ~2ft higher than the actors if that’s taller) that can be folded flat to show four faces (the workshop & attic will probably use the same wood-panel back) or can be moved aside (wheels presumably). i’m not sure how windows would work since those are vital in at least two levels, but rn im thinking theres just another wall piece with a window in it

- the five corrupted hotel guests act as stagehands, moving the pieces while the curtains are up. they never interact with anyone directly (besides william? maybe?) until the end where they tie up frank & leonard

- aldous and william do their shit at the beginning & drop possibly too much exposition. william’s corrupted soul is a different actor standin behind william who’s reveald when william fuckin dies. aldi just pulls out a crow mask(?) from behind himself & puts it on a la paradox & is like “well i’ll call ya nephew cya”.

- corrupted william is there for most of the show, mostly there to do weird stuff in the background, get talked about, and hand people stuff

- i’m debating on whether the opening number is just james complaining/getting freaked out or whether the whole (adult) family come out & do a dance bit while james is just. really confused

- i don’t think we can have a dog :(

- i’m sure theres some kind of expanding tree prop that could be used, but if there isnt its not like we’re outside all too much it could just be different trees

- the staircase/the elixir is one number where james gets all hubrised. mary’s there. urging him not to do this, think of the kids, think of the things you could miss, whatever. he drinks the elixir, there’s a suspenseful pause, then he chokes & dies lol. probably either no wake or a highly modified one

- oh also i’m not sure if c-willy or the hotel guests Collect the Sacrifices but the guests definitely carry off the bodies. obviously theyre obscurin em while they do it and actually walk out with a Concealed Prop except maybe emmas tears

- sam & albert are there during fertility talkin to emma. sam is anti-alchemy-shenanigans and is like ‘you know what happened to dad’ while al’s just bein ominous

- sam gets his fortune read by ida in a musical number. for each tarot card the associated person walks behind them (on a platform if it can be managed) and acts out the prediction. the devil is the 2nd to last to come up, albert walks out with the skull and dolls of course. the last is death, sam’s like “what’s that mean” and ida’s like “oh i’d rather not tell you” while al’s doing the slit-ya-throat gesture in the background (yes i know death isnt the worst one its actually the tower but not everyone does and death sounds cooler)

- the search is a musical number. that’s all i got for it.

- william isnt there during the lying game, its just the four playin 2-truths-1-lie or whatever. when al is exposed he storms off & bumps into mr. crow who gives him the deer skull

- there might be an added solo/monologue of albert making the dolls. i’d love to have crow urging him on but that might not be fitting

- family band is a musical number, starting with The Tune of course. then al knocks leonard and mary out with his tuba & shows off the dolls as the music changes to whatever goes on for voodoo. him, sam and ida move center while mary & leonard get escorted off (and mary’s teeth get harvested ya know). voodoo stuff happens, al sings about how he hates sam and loves ida or whatever, sam n ida die, al’s smug, the usual

- the well is a whole piece man. the inside shot not just the surface (tho thats a thing too). it gets wheeled out for frank’s lament at the bottom (with the basement backdrop) then used for Nothing Else!

- oh i didn’t mentioned the aboveground well has a floor in it that frank just chills in whenever he’s in there

- i’m not sure how communication would work out. or leonard’s missing leg for that matter but that’s later. (maybe theres something else that could be sacrificed thats reasonable but i dont know)

- i have. one line. and thats frank going “and next you will be the king of hell” when he puts the crown on albert during checkmate. and immediately strangling him afterward. im hoping al’s head can be covered up by the table for the Brain Harvesting, it might need to get knocked over though. the table not the brain. albert does also get knocked over though

- all three timepieces are collected in one number, though im not sure if you see them all at once or if its sequential. graveyard might also be an issue

- the closing has the six dead guys march out in the background (hopefully on that platform if we could get one earlier) holding their sacrifice jars, lookin all mournful. they do some rounds of sayin ‘live’ (including frank n leonard) while rose does her thing. they all kneel and/or hang their heads low at the very end, just before rose emerges with the baby & the curtains close

#not maintagging #a small part of me actually wants to write this but like #1. what would i do with this it's not like i can direct it or send it somewhere since it's a fanwork #2. i'd hate to do it by myself yet it'd also be strange to work on it with someone else #3. little children.#textposts #hopefully the read-more works! it keep breakin whenever i look at this post on mobile

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punkscowardschampions · 3 years

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Edie & Liam

aleeunayzhun: anyone else think the ‘monster’ addition was totally unnecessary and has taken away from what was a mildly intriguing ARG concept beforehand?

aleeunayzhun: 🙄 back on the trail for a new rabbithole to fall down

level26: Yeah, axed it for me

aleeunayzhun: the paranormal route can be alright if it’s done right but usually it ain’t and then it’s a cop-out, PM definitely didn’t think where they were going with this

aleeunayzhun: the ones that rely on the real world but twist it are always scarier to me, no one ever has the balls to stick with it, to not throw in some bullshit ghost jumpscares to get the idiots with

level26: creepypasta is where it ends up with barely no exceptions

aleeunayzhun: mhmm

aleeunayzhun: and no one has shanked their mate over anything on there in time

level26: got a few I’ll volunteer if the next 🐇 is more of this or promo again

aleeunayzhun: If one more shitty band thinks throwing out some binary or morse code makes them any less shit, I’ll join you

level26: dednah tfel neve t'nia ylbaborp yeht

aleeunayzhun: imij erew yeht hsiw yeht

level26: 👅💔🍆💔🎸💔

aleeunayzhun: 💔 they reckon hot groupies hang about on reddit

level26: trolls are their groupies, they can only be fuelled by edgy r/hate 🤘

aleeunayzhun: awh, r/hate is only a degree away from r/love after-all

level26: just like that, a plotline that’d be less crap than [whatever this ARG we’re slagging off is called]

aleeunayzhun: not gonna start my annoying beg promo in here quite yet but how hard was that, really

level26: us both being spam bots is still a better twist than the monster did it

aleeunayzhun: Привет, дорогая, хочешь увидеть мои сексуальные фотки? Hажмите ссылку СЕЙЧАС! [‘Hello dear, do you want to see my sexy pictures? Click the link NOW!’ And a link to god knows what lmao]

level26: NO soundcloud rapper link?! 💀 what an r/cockblock

aleeunayzhun: how’d you guess 😏

level26: my paranormal powers kicked in, clicking that link must’ve leveled me up

aleeunayzhun: advert for communism? 🤔🤫

level26: find me and my sick beats on r/motherrussia

aleeunayzhun: MK Ultra is definitely taken by about 1000 other shit DJs

aleeunayzhun: and is the poorly executed plot of several other ARGs I’ve also given up on

level26: KM Extra is my personal fave shit DJ, really doing something

aleeunayzhun: the fact I genuinely know who that is 😷😷

level26: I noclipped into his set at [somewhere she would have heard of even if she’s not been] talk about an eldritch location

aleeunayzhun: you must’ve felt like the only player in a crowd of NPCs 🧟‍♀️🧠💀🧟‍♂

level26: close enough to the review I would’ve left

aleeunayzhun: I’ll leave it

aleeunayzhun: I know the coordinates

level26: I’ll 👀 out for it

level26: you on moscow standard time or one of the other 10?

aleeunayzhun: I’m the Russian spy, I hack you, comrade

level26: ❤️ tôi cũng cam kết với chính nghĩa cộng sản ❤️ [with some link to the Communist Party of Vietnam because we’re saying we’re as committed to communism]

aleeunayzhun: [links to the Communist Party of Ireland to be like obvs we have both worked out we’re actually from here

level26: cracked the code, like, full props to KM Extra

aleeunayzhun: Only in Dubo would that shit fly

level26: they’d eat his head off outside the pale, yeah, galway’d be having none of it

aleeunayzhun: what they got but a bunch of rocks though

level26: easy pick for the murder weapon

aleeunayzhun: you’d never get far enough in the guinness factory to drown someone in a vat 💔

level26: could do if you got a job as manager and closed for essential maintenance

aleeunayzhun: 💡

aleeunayzhun: won’t do no harm to the taste

level26: iron boost if he’s bleeding heavily when he goes in

aleeunayzhun: delicious and nutritious

level26: ARG coming soon from guinness

aleeunayzhun: bastards better give credit

level26: they can have it, we’re not short of ideas

aleeunayzhun: and you ain’t heard nothing yet

aleeunayzhun: not making it that easy for the wannabe PMs with none of their own

aleeunayzhun: 🔐the real ones

level26: fair play, given enough freebies out in this thread

aleeunayzhun: 🤐

aleeunayzhun: [later on though definitely some way to contact her privately but in a way that you’ve got to work it out of course]

level26: [at least then we can switch to y’all’s names ‘cause I can’t think of a username for the life of me lol]

Edie: [You can add it later and change it, it’s fine lol]

Liam: 🔓

Edie: 1 🔑 for 1 💎

Edie: Suitably impressed

Liam: if I knew anywhere that loaded a 💎 into the gun I’d be off but what’s impressive about a swollen and green ear

Edie: Impressive, no; but good footage for the game? Absolutely

Liam: I’d do it here to have time to mess about with all the lighting and angles

Edie: you’re 🎥

Edie: not enough have actual artistic merit so fair play

Liam: but thinking about it, recording the conveyor belt of a trainee stabbing holes in screaming babies ears all day could have some merit to it, maybe I should get myself up

Edie: you can buy anything and everything from bezos

Edie: live your dreams

Liam: putting my dreams on tape would be worse than the monster reveal

Liam: cheapest jumpscares and effects

Edie: not to mention outing yourself to the whole thread, not just me

Liam: how many teachers would crawl out the woodwork if there was a mass reveal

Edie: to offer you the school’s stellar mental health services

Edie: the one nurse phoning it in

Liam: find my dad lurking on the thread too, that’d be a trip

Edie: unexpectedly wholesome

Edie: I’ll start hiding caches where my dad hides his stashes

Edie: unintentional rhyme

Liam: bars 🎼

Edie: @ KM Extra

Liam: Fachtna to his ma who thinks he’s a saint

Edie: Oof

Edie: ARG concept no. ? the horror of the Irish language

Liam: my ma would be 😱 if I went and hugged her for not doing me that wrong

Edie: not the audience we aim to 😱 really

Liam: too easy

Edie: almost as easy as your name to spell and say

Edie: you even from here 👽

Liam: wouldn’t take enough working out to set you as a test, records are basically lying about

Edie: nothing relating to school is a challenge

Liam: just getting that nurse to give a shit

Edie: if she reckons she’s 👀 it all…

Liam: front row of our intended audience

Edie: splash zone

Liam: she’s never off her phone, spy like you won’t have no problem hacking it

Edie: her nudes = actual monstrosity

Liam: dunno what Mr Doyle sees in her

Edie: yeah, he’s such a looker himself, like

Liam: his wife used to be pretty fit

Edie: don’t matter when she explains how and why people cheat

Edie: psychobabble gets ‘em off every time

Liam: if they taught psychology nobody’d be off each other or learning anything then

Edie: sounds like any other standard schoolday

Liam: that's what they’re getting up to in your class, is it

Edie: as cliche as the monster, yeah

Liam: 🔥🏫

Edie: hear hear

Edie: got to make the endless fire drills worth it one day

Liam: can’t miss me standing in line or not

Edie: then I won’t

Liam: next false alarm I pull

Edie: + 💎

Liam: + 👀

Liam: dont have to hate every cliche

Edie: not the good ones

Edie: all about how you use or misuse them

Liam: can you overuse eye contact

Edie: I can

Liam: I can make a kubrick stare work however many takes you wanna do

Edie: you don’t think I’m a one-take 🌟

Liam: I’ve not shot you

Edie: 🤯🔫

Liam: I’m not a one-take 📷📹

Edie: is that a brag for not suffering from premature ejaculation?

Liam: do you need that reassurance

Edie: I don’t know

Liam: I’ll think about other unsexy shit if your eyes start getting to me too much

Edie: Ha, yeah right

Edie: just don’t think about the 🔥

Liam: 🚒 buzzkill

Edie: 🚓 cockblock

Liam: 🚑 scene stealers

Edie: 🛸 out of here

Liam: before you can get stuck there as a 👻

Edie: Purgatory is preferable to that place forever

Liam: stay alive and it’s simple to get out of 🏫

Edie: I’ll leave my bag behind

Edie: 1st rule and only, really

Liam: don’t really need a pile of textbooks

Edie: I doubt that’s what you carry

Edie: I know I don’t

Liam: I can get more of what I do and I bet you could too

Edie: Bars

Liam: 😏

Edie: You’ve promo’d him a lot if you ain’t him

Edie: KM, like

Edie: bit sus

Liam: you said you know who he is, you know I ain’t

Liam: maybe I love him or some gay shit

Edie: none of his tracks sound like love songs

Liam: guess he don’t love me back

Edie: Oh honey

Edie: lock him in when you set the fire

Liam: he can keep spitting out those fuck yous til the end

Edie: dedication ✊

Liam: and +++ for morale

Edie: what a lad

Liam: love triangle is a cliche too far, take a deep breath or something

Edie: bit possessive

Liam: directors are dicks

Edie: and the heartbroken

Liam: yeah, couldn’t be kind to you if I wanted

Edie: I’ll survive

Edie: you’ve given me the heads up, I’ll give you the 👀

Liam: respect killing me with your 👀 and taking him for yourself

Edie: who could blame me

Liam: my ma as I’m dead, like

Edie: true

Edie: i’ll avoid her at the tescos

Liam: 🛒 dash

Edie: got a selection of my own

Edie: [picture because the random crap you would have in the barns lmao]

Liam: [a picture of one he stole at some point that’s on fire or been blown up or whatever]

Edie: 👏

Edie: what else can we 💥

Liam: got any barns you don’t use

Liam: or 🚜 stuff

Edie: loads

Edie: if you’re lucky, I’ll leave another 🔑

Liam: got another ear to put a 💎 in, luck’s gonna run out beyond it

Edie: sounds like some gay shit, you should

Liam: 👌

Liam: [pics when we’ve done this because of course we have, casually raiding either your mother or sister’s jewellery stashes here like]

Edie: Oh

Edie: actually looks kinda sick

Edie: you’re welcome then

Liam: I’ll send the footage when I’ve edited it

Edie: I look forward to it

Edie: I can’t give you any clues

Liam: what makes you think I need em

Edie: [idk how to differentiate but clearly the clue to where you live needs to be much harder to find and then decode lmao]

Liam: [awkward when he blatantly already knows where you live]

Edie: [do not even need to do the work, whoops]

Liam: [convincingly pretend you are though please]

Edie: [thank god he’s not a murderer even if he is a stalker, just giving out this info willynilly]

Liam: [not your stalker, it’s FINE]

Edie: [oh dear oh dear]

Edie: I’ll know when you work it out

Liam: yeah, I’ll show up 📷📹🌾

Liam: or send a 📦💣 if you wanna take things slow

Edie: you decide

Edie: I’ll shake all the packages extra hard

Liam: cancel the real 🐇 I thought about

Edie: animal cruelty is lamer than bed wetting

Liam: never even tipped a 🐄

Edie: they’ll appreciate it

Edie: anyway, if you did, punishment is letting them kick you in the face so you lose in the end

Liam: head injury’s a win if I get caught for the 🔥🏫 or being seen staring in your window

Edie: 😍🤤 just serial killer things

Liam: pretend I didn’t say KM’s gonna be my 1st victim

Edie: I’ll never feel special otherwise

Liam: you don’t feel special knowing I cracked your code

Edie: if anything, it makes you look smart and me not smart enough

Liam: you’re smart enough that I wanted to

Edie: I’m not going to ruin it with a cliche jumpscare now

Liam: me either, you’re smart enough too to see me coming

Edie: and you’re tall, so I hear

Liam: dunno where from, my dad’s not

Edie: he’s definitely your dad?

Edie: I may as well accuse your ma because I’m already avoiding her for the whole killing you thing

Liam: don't act like it which probably means he is

Edie: ha, real talk

Edie: I think you might be taller than mine

Edie: he’s 6’2

Liam: ha, I am

Edie: you’re the tallest person in school, possibly town

Edie: definite 👽

Liam: taking their time parking the ufo and picking me up, typical dad

Edie: did they forget ET or leave him here on purpose

Edie: he was fucking annoying

Liam: if I looked that much like a ballsack I’d understand

Edie: 😂

Edie: least you’d get to get fucked up with baby Drew Barrymore

Liam: baileys on cereal does taste sick, always down for that

Edie: yum

Edie: what do your fingers look like

Liam: [a video of his hands from lots of angles like hello]

Edie: hot

Edie: you can call me Elliot

Liam: or just call you instead of home

Edie: 😎 so smooth

Liam: what’s my ma gonna say, get back, talking to you is smarter

Edie: I’ve got time to set up the voice distorter so you’re not disappointed by the lack of crEEEEeeeEPpPPpyyyyYy vibes

Liam: and I’ll have loads of time to hear how you sound without it when I stake your house out

Edie: I’ll be sure to be loud

Edie: and not chat total inane shit with my family

Liam: you got your own room

Edie: technically not

Edie: but there are other rooms and places to crash in, when I wanna be alone

Liam: there’s my excuse to zoom in creeEEPpILY close 👀 when you’re not

Edie: very awkward and even ruder if you confused me for my sister

Edie: no one’s done that for ages

Liam: how were they ever doing it

Edie: we’re both the white ones, they just didn’t know which was which

Liam: can’t be a hard code to crack, not gonna be confusing you for anyone

Edie: good

Edie: it was pretty annoying

Edie: and I’m already your second victim as it is

Liam: partner in crime, or groupie to mine if you’re not getting actively involved, but still standing at the end

Edie: hope you’re writing some of these down

Edie: ‘cos I’m not gonna be your groupie

Edie: got my own scores to settle, own havoc to wreak

Liam: don’t need to write down I don’t want you to die, I’ll remember

Edie: it rhymed though

Edie: I’ll steal your lines then

Liam: write as many songs about me as you want, be your groupie til I get 🛸✌️

Edie: [send your music links because you ain’t]

Edie: give me a sec to do yours but pretend any of these are about you

Liam: this is you

Liam: serious

Edie: yeah

Edie: if I was gonna lie I’d have done that a few steps ago

Liam: I’m gonna lie they’re all about me

Edie: that’s what serious meant

Liam: it meant I’m impressed and you’re downplaying how smart you are

Edie: you can be my hypeman and overplay it

Liam: [does by uploading this edited ear piercing escapade with whatever song of hers we like and fits the vibe playing in it, giving her credit because we’re not a heathen and also putting on his stories that he’s listening to these tracks and hyping them how you can]

Edie: [so 😍 over this but trying to be chill somehow and somewhat even though we’re extra af anyway]

Edie: maybe I do wanna be your groupie

Edie: what do you want from me

Edie: like, I owe you and I want to give you something too, ‘cos

Edie: talking to you IS interesting

Edie: and not just because I could be talking to my ma or someone else really boring instead just ‘cos you are

Liam: [for real though her views would definitely go up cos the vibe is he knows loads of people through his sister but also through his weird vids and the raves and stuff he goes to now too so]

Liam: all I want’s to keep talking to you, for as long as you’re into it

Liam: people don’t unless we’re off our faces, like

Edie: my notifications are popping off rn

Edie: I know what you mean though, everyone’s too scared to say or do anything when they don’t have something to blame it on, like being stupid or weird or whatever the fuck actually matters

Edie: more than being bored and alone

Liam: dunno what they’re more scared of, what they wanna ask or how I’m gonna answer, least I know what the topic’ll be

Liam: every convo I have is a loop

Edie: all anyone ever cares about and knows is the headlines

Edie: as if there aren’t countless hours minutes seconds before and after the big events they all 👀 and 👂

Liam: work out sweet for you as a headliner

Edie: Getting them to talk about what I’m doing instead of whatever my parents and the rest of the fucking fam did or do is the goal

Liam: with me hyping you up, no bother, keep knocking out hits and I’ll promo em with no trace of binary or morse code

Edie: and you make films

Edie: I wasn’t sure if you were pissing about at first

Edie: every other person in that thread is an aspiring filmmaker so

Liam: did put me off for a while

Edie: Yours aren’t going to be bad Blair Witch ripoffs though

Edie: I can say that much without seeing

Edie: even the stuff you’ve sent today is dope

Liam: do you wanna see

Edie: yes

Liam: [link her cos I doubt all the weird shit is just there chilling on your insta or whatever]

Edie: [just casually watching all of this nbd]

Liam: siht ekil kool annog weiver ruoy

Liam: или, может быть, это

Edie: hoặc tôi có thể làm như thế này [‘or I could do it like this’]

Edie: si ffuts ruoy kniht i looc woh edih annaw tnod i tub

Liam: ba mhó an spraoi é a cheilt agus a lorg go pearsanta [hide and seek would be more fun in person]

Edie: If you’ve worked out where I live like you say

Edie: be fair and count to 100

Liam: you reckon you made it that easy do you

Liam: be cool if you added some 00s to that and gave me a fair chance

Edie: no, you could still be anyone

Liam: someone to be scared of, yeah I probably am

Edie: Do you want me to be scared of you

Liam: nah

Edie: Good because I’m not and I never promised I was a 🌟 so

Liam: 🤩 with or without promises

Edie: How have I never spoke to you before

Edie: so weird

Liam: I wouldn’t have known what to say to a girl like you

Edie: You seem like you’re coping fine to me

Liam: from behind a keyboard I can cope with anything

Edie: You’re not afraid of me either

Liam: not yet

Edie: What do you think I’m like?

Liam: smart, creative, nice to talk to and look at

Edie: then you’ve got nothing to be afraid of

Liam: I’ve got nothing, that’s bang on

Edie: I’m not trying to take anything from you

Edie: but I could throw those compliments back to you x 10000

Liam: you don’t like possessive, I ain’t gonna tell you what to do

Edie: I didn’t say that

Edie: you could claim better than a soundcloud DJ though

Liam: been waiting to hear that compliment specifically

Edie: 😏

Edie: You look like you’d be a fuckboy

Edie: that’s what I thought

Edie: you’re that good-looking

Liam: if I was the game’d be making you think I wasn’t, which is kinda where we are

Edie: True

Edie: so I’m that dumb or you’re that good, what are we going for?

Liam: you’re smart enough to play dumb, I don’t think I can aim for god tier puppet mastery of anyone’s emotions

Edie: I can see the appeal of that

Edie: closing you eyes to thing you don’t wanna see, to see the things you do

Edie: but mine are wide open

Liam: I ain’t mad, there’d be no appeal to yours being closed, unless you drop bars in your sleep too

Edie: you’re gonna find which window is mine and find out, yeah

Liam: wake you up before you name drop KM as it’s MY thing

Edie: that’s your man, I can respect it

Liam: exclusivity is a + for you then, I’m taking notes

Edie: I don’t really know

Edie: everyone’s lame

Liam: I’ve been there, yeah

Edie: I can’t fake enthusiasm for the sake of it

Liam: it’s a shite idea, doable or not

Edie: I don’t intend to

Edie: 🤞

Liam: can’t think why you’d have to

Edie: I won’t make you promise

Liam: what’ll you make me do

Edie: I want you to show

Edie: and be real and not just go ghost after this

Edie: but I don’t know if you will and I know you might

Liam: be a short afterlife, we don’t get american summers

Edie: we both got the capabilities, but I can promise not to stalk you if you like

Edie: if you want to stick to usernames and anonymity

Liam: not working out where you are to prove I can and a face in the window haunting wouldn’t even impress any dads lurking on the thread

Edie: Alright but I’d be more inclined to keep a secret if you asked opposed to all the dads

Liam: I wouldn’t wanna keep anything we do secret

Edie: Yeah?

Liam: if this is a scam I’m falling for everyone’ll see why and if it’s not I’m gonna document everything

Edie: I won’t ask for your credit card details even once

Edie: This is… different

Edie: isn’t it

Liam: you can have my ma’s, you’re avoiding her and the big tescos

Liam: I don’t know what this is, I wasn’t expecting you at the end of any of those links

Edie: It IS the least she could do

Edie: If I had a guess, you weren’t it

Edie: Even though you mentioned Dubo, it isn’t that small of a town

Liam: ha, how livid you’d be if I was another american coming here for the culture

Edie: not close enough to st patrick’s that I was worried

Liam: how did you feel

Edie: I thought no way it was you at first

Edie: and then I couldn’t believe it was you

Edie: and then that I should’ve known you sooner

Edie: what about you?

Liam: I still can’t believe it’s you, I would’ve tried to chat to you sooner if I knew this is how it’d go

Edie: I’m glad we are now

Edie: and I’ve not fucked it up

Liam: if the small world’s not fucked it up, you won’t

Edie: like you said, be shit if you were in America

Liam: be crap if you were anyone else from school, like you said

Edie: If it was anyone else from school

Edie: this convo would be well over by now

Liam: it’s the longest I’ve had for years

Edie: It’s all so surface level, right

Edie: fuck that

Edie: I wanna know more about you, I don’t care if I shouldn’t just say that

Liam: what do you wanna know

Edie: Hmm

Edie: Do I only get the one question?

Edie: Because I’ll think more carefully if so

Liam: nah, there’s no limit on it

Edie: Cool

Edie: so how was your day, and what were you doing just before you went on the forum?

Liam: [send her a video of some rave or whatever you were at because it’s summer bitches]

Liam: + 3-4 hours sleeping

Edie: Lucky

Edie: where’d you sleep and where’s the weirdest place you’ve got + 3-4 hours sleep before?

Liam: [send her some of the blooper-esque stuff you cut out to make it look more fun than it is, cos we know you’re usually bored]

Liam: home, I can’t 💤 in random xD places but I could call your dad short and maybe have him in a fight

Edie: that’s hot

Edie: he could’ve been there and you coulda tested that theory

Edie: but I wanna be there when you do

Liam: you’d have a shite view from the stage with lights blinding you, can’t let on how talented you are while we’re there

Edie: 😶

Edie: he’s not old so it’s not on a par with animal abuse lameness

Liam: and if I get carried away you can stop me

Edie: can I

Edie: + skill points

Liam: 🎶 works on monsters

Edie: have to find a way to get you home before the 💤 hits

Edie: so cute 🥺

Liam: mine or yours

Edie: 😳

Edie: I’ll protect you while you sleep, see if you can at mine

Liam: I can’t if you’re 👀

Edie: that might be a problem

Liam: how long can you not blink for

Edie: [send a vid of an attempt]

Liam: can I keep this

Edie: ‘course

Edie: use it if you can

Liam: when you write a song about me it’ll need a vid

Edie: I’ve started

Edie: I think by the time you find me, it’ll be done

Liam: people who don’t know you are gonna think I edited your eyes that colour

Edie: hashtag they’re real 😏

Liam: the girl who said she had an operation as a kid’s the real you

Edie: 😂

Edie: they were going rouge and I’ve repressed those memories

Liam: what were you doing before you logged on

Edie: not at a rave, sadly

Edie: I was masterminding a sabotage though, trying to anyway

Liam: don’t leave it there giving me no details

Edie: it isn’t even bad ARG plot worthy

Edie: but my sister has her gross boyfriend over and I need to ruin their fun, obviously, because they are unbearable

Edie: easiest way to do that is make them babysit the twins because there’s nothing fun about 9 year olds

Edie: so I convinced ma to go out on a date, but I still need to get my brother out the way and he’s a massive nerd who never goes anywhere so I’m stumped

Liam: we could have fun with it, gotta be a route to go down that’s not just ripping off the shining again

Liam: a nerd how, he’s on mastermind and his subject is _

Edie: 🪓 is just a prop, honest

Edie: bones, not in a cool way

Edie: History, all that old shit

Liam: [obviously find some kind of obscure af exhibit or book signing or something that he’d potentially be interested in and send her the deets because sleuthing is what you do boy]

Edie: OMG but genuinely

Edie: you are too good at this, I’ll have to keep you around

Liam: stashed with the 🪓

Edie: if you fit

Edie: He’ll actually go to this, for sure

Edie: 🐓🚫

Liam: keep what you figure’s useful and chop off the rest 🧩🧟

Edie: 😋

Edie: what an offer

Edie: and I do need to keep busy so I can’t be asked to step in

Edie: not that I’d say yes

Liam: busy like with a 🧭

Edie: go on

Liam: [god knows what scavenger hunt he’s sending you on gal that he apparently just has ready at the drop of a hat but here we are]

Edie: [live your best nerd lives]

Liam: [really hope these clues aren’t something he was gonna torment your sister with, because no thank you]

Edie: [lmao i hope it wouldn’t translate so easy ‘cos imagine]

Liam: [it definitely wouldn’t but a hardcore blag happening here regardless, I like to think you were actually coming up with this for her while you were pretending to work out her address that you already know]

Edie: [that’s a solid shout ‘cos yeah that is a thing lol]

Edie: [definitely sending you the demo of this song at the end as a prize because we’re beyond 😍 now]

Liam: [likewise even though he’s trying to downplay how 😍 he is to himself rn because it’s so weird that she’s Rio’s sister and that he actually also likes her in her own right so we’re fully !?]

Liam: [nevertheless trying to think of something creepy but cool he could send to her house so she knows he knows where it is and that we think this demo is amazing obviously, maybe it’s lots of other people’s shit musical endeavours like KM that we’ve set on fire and otherwise destroyed in creative ways like you’ve slayed the competition gal since cds and tapes are back baby idk]

Edie: [I wonder if I can find something like that to post hmm to pinterest I go]

Liam: [love the visual of you just sneakily dropping off a massive box of melted plastic without anyone seeing you]

Edie: [you’re clearly good lmao, I was thinking we could do a convo with Billie between this and the next one though]

Liam: [good idea boo, I’m up for that]

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15-25 for ced and alistair!

15. how adventurous are they?

oh, super adventurous. in any way u could possibly take that. out in the world, they’re both stupid and curious (truly some bimbo/himbo solidarity here) — cedany a little more so, because she’s obviously not seen much of the world, so she’ll often get distracted by something shiny or interesting in the wilderness and everyone (bar zev and leliana, who couldn’t lose her if they tried) has to take a few minutes to try and find her again.

in more, uh, intimate settings, cedany’s down for basically anything, and alistair wants to learn all he can. they’re both very careful abt making sure consent is a Big Thing between them, because of cedany’s unspoken issues there, but as long as they’re both interested in trying something new, they’re good. they’re a little less adventurous once they get back together, ‘cause they’re both in their mid-forties and have lived a lot more and have very little time left to be together, since they’re, y’know, on their calling, so they’re more concerned with just having each other, but they stay being horny so props to them i guess

16. do they keep secrets? lie? cheat?

alistair is less prone to secrets — he’s big on honesty — but given that most of cedany’s are very personal, trauma-based ones, ones she refuses to even acknowledge exist, he doesn’t often push for more from her on that front. neither of them are big liars, at least not with each other.

cheating is— a little more complicated. during his marriage, alistair kinda cheats on gwenore with cedany once or twice, but given that gwenore’s aware of these dalliances (after the first one, which was a shock) things get a little murky there. there’s also the issue of him Being Married that means he’s probably Technically cheating on cedany, but it’s, again, super complicated. she also takes other lovers over the years, but they’re technically broken up for most of those. by the end, though, there’s none of that. again, they’re desperate to just have each other again lmao

17. what would make them break up? would it be permanent?

in canon, they break up bcos of the whole ‘im a king and i cant marry a warden or a mage’ bullshit schtick, but that’s not permanent. they actually give their relationship a try more than once in the following years, but it just never works out — the timing is bad, or things are too difficult for them, or he has a family and can’t bear to disappoint his son. they do eventually reunite for their calling and remember why they loved each other and just say fuck it, let’s be in love before we die

outside of canon— they might near a breakup when kids became a topic of conversation, but idk. homeboy has that dialogue abt wanting any future at all with the warden, so ???

18. what are their dates like? how long do/did they date? do they ever feel the need to take a break from each other?

they don’t rly have ‘dates’. unless like… sharing a bowl of stew on a log by the fire together during a night watch and then sneaking off to shag in their tent counts? which is a shame bcos i rly do think alistair would pull out all the fucking stops for that shit — dinner, roses, the whole shebang.

they date technically for only like ??? six or seven months ?? but there’s a lot of tension leading up to that, and then they have a whole angsty entanglement for literally 25 years after that so…… it dont make cents luv x

during those 25 years they need to take breaks from each other all the time, bcos it’s painful to be around each other. but when they’re together during the blight ? could not pry them away from each other if u tried. they’re like halves of a whole, as cheesy and disgostang as that is

19. what do they fight about? what are their arguments like? how do they make up?

arguments between these two are loud and often involve cedany turning into a swarm of flies to chase him when her throat gets sore from yelling. they’ve fought abt a lot of shit over the years, too — in the beginning, she was pretty certain he was an actual, certified, mage-killing templar, so she picked on him relentlessly over the pettiest, tiniest things. then things were cool between them when they were dating, and then the messy breakup happened, and then cedany burned amaranthine to the ground and alistair was fucking pissed at her, and then he got married, and—

yeah. they’ve fought over a lot of stuff. they made up grudgingly in the early days, usually pushed to do it by leliana or wynne, but later on they don’t even rly apologise ??? they just kinda act like nothing happened, which is somehow almost worse, but neither of them rly knows how to cut through all the bullshit and hurt surrounding their relationship to be honest with each other

20. what does their home look like? their room?

:((( it’s just their tent during the blight. after that, they never share space again

21. do they share any interests or hobbies?

they share an interest in running at things with war-cries ??? shdkfhsk no they share other interests too; they’re both funny and like prodding at their companions for entertainment, and they could also both play with max (ced’s mabari) for fucking hours. alistair always lets cedany loop her flower crowns around his head or neck too, like a proper supportive boyfriend

22. does their work ever interfere with the relationship?

does his being king count as work ???? probably. so yes

23. how do they hug? kiss? tease? flirt? comfort?

hoo boy let’s go

hug: long, big bear hugs. like, spine-crushing ones. they’re both super duper touch-starved, so they sorta cling to each other. she’ll tuck her head into his neck or under his chin, and he’ll bury his face in her hair or shoulder or rly anywhere he can reach. they cuddle all the time when they’re Together together, genuinely

kiss: tentatively, at first, bcos alistair has no idea what he’s doing. after he’s gotten the hang of it, though, it’s usually passionate af — biting, tongues, everything. alistair is usually the one to soften the kisses, because he’s a big ole’ romantic, in which case they’re that gross couple just pulling back and leaning in to kiss each other again and again. by the end, though, they only have a couple of soft kisses — they’re mostly desperate, by that point, and they’re crying during a couple of ‘em, because who’s to know but them, right ??

tease: alistair teases clumsily. he once did a strip-tease for cedany and then got stuck inside his own shirt. cedany was laughing so hard she couldn’t help him for a good five minutes. cedany’s much more proficient at teasing him. he hates her for it — he’s always bright red by the time she’s done

comfort: quietly, surprisingly. neither of them are good at dealing with real, deep, emotions. they’re both very tactile people, so generally comfort will just involve sitting right beside the other, pressed close, so it’s not technically a hug — bcos cedany especially will never accept comfort outright, for fear of looking weak — but they know the other is there. if one is crying, though, the other will hold them; stroke their hair, their back, that kinda thing

24. any doubts about the relationship?

yea for obvious reasons shdkfhsjkd this is getting so long im just gonna rapid-fire move on u kno theyre messed up

25. how much time do they spend together? do they share their feelings, or hold things in?

in the blight, loads. after, very little. they’ll go years without seeing each other, honestly. alistair tries to share his feelings a couple times over the years but ced shuts that shit down bcos she just CANT. queen of holding things in. ok this is done im sorry emily ily

#this is 1.3k. i have a fucking problem #IM SORRY FOR GOING ON ABT THEM ILY #thank u for asking emily ur a babe 💖💖💖#ch: cedany amell #denerims #answered

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turtle-steverogers · 5 years

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you’re fuckin (coco)nuts

idek, @suddenly-im-respecsable told me i should become a coconut engineer and then we astral projected for this and somehow it turned into “WRITE A CRACK FIC FOR THIS” and then i did

warnings: dumbassery

ship: platonic sprace, ralbert

editing: nooooo its about FUCKING COCONUTS

word count: 1250 ish

“God this is just what I needed,” Race smiled serenely as he settled onto his towel, handing Spot one of the pina coladas he’d gotten from the small stand by their resort.

A long year spent working extra hours and saving up money had lead the two boys to Oahu, Hawaii for their Spring Break. Admittedly, it’d still put a significant dent in their wallets, which wasn’t entirely ideal considering they were graduating college in a few months and probably couldn’t afford to go bankrupt. But, things had been stressful recently and this was self care.

“Me fucking too, man,” Spot agreed, sitting up and pushing his sunglasses up his nose as he accepted the drink from Race, “and this weather is fucking sexy.”

Race choked on his pina colada, spluttering for a moment before looking at Spot, “Did you just call the fucking weather sexy?”

Spot shrugged, “You got another word for it? It’s sunny and warm with that perfect cool breeze. Sexy.”

Race stared at him for a moment before facing the ocean again, shaking his head, “You’re a fucking idiot.”

Spot laughed, shifting around on his own towel to look at the ocean. It truly was beautiful. The ocean was almost impossibly turquoise and the clear water shimmered softly in the sunlight. Palm trees surrounded them on all sides, giving the area a pleasantly enclosed feeling. Like they’d found their own little universe, completely separate from everything else.

Race hummed as he became acutely aware of the sun beating down onto his shoulders and he reached around to fish a bottle of sunscreen out of his bag. He squirted a fair amount onto his hands and began lathering it onto his skin.

“Lil’ bitch,” Spot coughed, clearing his throat.

Race froze in his actions and shot an incredulous glare at Spot, “You think you’re tougher than the sun? The fucking sun?”

Spot pursed his lips, looking like he wanted to make a comeback, but falling short of an intelligent sounding one.

Race sat up straighter and continued to rub the sunscreen into his shoulders, “That’s what I thought.”

The lapsed into silence, drinking in the view and allowing their stresses to slowly drain from their minds. At one point, Spot pulled out a book and Race found himself dozing. They stayed like that for what could have been hours until Spot shut his book pointedly, using it to prod Race awake.

Race opened his eyes slowly, raising his eyebrows, “Can I help you?”

Spot stood up, shaking out his towel and successfully spraying Race with sand, “I’m bored, let’s explore.”

Race huffed indignantly, wiping the sand out of his eyes before standing as well. He rolled up his own towel and shoved it into his beach bag. He hastily slipped on his sandals before shouldering his bag and jogging to catch up with Spot, who’d already set out towards the main street of the resort.

They made it all the way to the path that led them away from the beach when a war cry sounded above them. Alarmed, they froze, heads jerking upwards in search of the source of the cry. Before Race had a chance to see anything, a large object fell out of the palm tree directly above them, nailing Spot in the head.

Spot let out a grunt, careening forwards onto his knees as his hands flew to his head.

“Spottie!” Race exclaimed, rushing forward to kneel next to him, hands hovering over his shoulders.

“Son of a bitch,” Spot bit out, voice gravelly. He lifted his head slowly, unfocused eyes fixating on the ground in front of him.

“What the fuck,” Race muttered, picking up the object that had hit Spot. It was a fucking coconut.

He looked up again, startling as he made eye contact with a guy. He had red hair and was wearing a grass skirt over a pair of floral swim shorts. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, but a large lei was secured around his neck, swaying slightly in the breeze. If Race squinted, he could see a small twig crown resting on his head. As weird as he appeared, there was an unconventional attractiveness to him.

“What the fuck,” Race repeated. He raised his voice slightly, “Hey! Who the fuck are you and why did you throw a coconut at my friend?”

The guy smiled and flipped down from the tree, landing gracefully in front of Race, “The name’s Albert, I’m the coconut engineer here.”

Race blinked, completely bewildered, gaze landing on the pair of weed vans that Albert was wearing, “You’re...you...what!?”

Albert hopped down into a sit, crossing his legs under him and propping his chin on his hand, “Coconut engineer.”

“Yeah but what the fuck is that and why did it include concussing me,” Spot snapped, still sounding pained.

“I make sure coconuts don’t fall out of trees and injure tourists,” Albert said matter-of-factly, “But you had a bad aura, so I threw a coconut at you.”

“I had a- wait what?” Spot looked vaguely like he wanted to strangle Albert and Race wasn’t convinced that he wouldn’t if he were feeling up to it.

“Bad aura,” Albert said, picking up the coconut that he’d thrown at Spot and breaking it open with his bare hands. He took a long sip of the water inside before continuing, “Looked kinda bruting and I saw you shake sand on Hottie McHottiekins from the spot in my tree. You deserved it.”

Race choked, “What’d you just call me?”

Albert looked at him innocently, “Hottie McHottiekins.”

Race blushed and Spot groaned, “Oh, no no no, please tell me you’re not considering going out with Mr. Coconuts over here.”

Race ignored him and held out a hand, “The name’s Antonio, but Race is what I go by.”

Albert shook his hand, his grip firm and confident, “Nice to meetcha, Race. Wanna go get sushi or something later?”

“Sure thing,” Race said, taking out his phone and handing it to Albert, who put his phone number in the contacts, “text me.”

XXX

Spot blinked open his eyes, the bright morning sunlight bleeding in through the blinds. His head still ached from the coconut fiasco of the previous day, but after icing it for a bit and taking some ibuprofen, it was feeling significantly better.

He rolled over and dragged himself out of bed, stumbling down the hallway a few paces to Race’s room. He knocked once before opening the door.

“Morning, I was thinking we could-” He cut himself off, eyes narrowing when he realized that Race wasn’t in his room. In fact, Race’s bed didn’t look slept in at all.

He pulled out his phone, hurriedly pulling up Race’s contact. Had Race even made it home from his date with Albert last night?

He was about to phone Race when the door to their small beach house opened. Spot whirled around to find Race staring at him, wide eyed with a hand still on the doorknob. He wasn’t wearing a shirt and a few small hickeys littered his chest. His hair was sticking up on top and we was wearing a pair of pajama pants that Spot was certain he didn’t own.

Neither of them spoke for a moment, the air thick with anticipation. Then Spot lowered his phone from his ear, which he belatedly realized he was still holding up.

“Oh my god,” he breathed, “You fucked the crazy coconut guy.”

Race’s face turned bright red.

lmao welp i told myself i’d finish some greaser au shit and chap 10 of fugitives but this happened instead LOL at least im finally on break and can grind some shit out,,, maybe titanium too o.O

thanks for reading, chiefs

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clementineviolet · 6 years

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Here is my liveblogging from season 4, episode 3. Notice how it is all capslock at the end

MAJOR SPOILERS UNDERNEATH. MAJOR. SPOILERS.

Bro Minnie is SO TALL

MINNIE TAPING UP TENNS BOOTS

Minnie is JEALOUS and ANGRY

Minnie is SO TALL

VIOLET IS DEFENDING US AGAINST MINNIE!!!!! TAKE THAT LOUD CLOUIS STANS!!!

Damn Minnie is on the dark side

Sophie is DEAD “a hero” gurl what

Minnie didn’t rat us out thank god

Vi defended Clem so god is real

MINNIE COME BAAACK

Violet we need to talk about that

AJ did the YOU KNOW I HAD TO DO IT TO EM POSE

Keep forgetting AJ got SHOT

AWWW TENN IS AJ’S FIRST REAL FRIEND I CRY “YOU DONT COUNT YOURE OLD”

JAMES NO BB WHY YOU HURT

AJ if you tell him that i wanna flip him i’ll kill you

I Love You James and I Trust You

I keep calling James “baby” he’s my platonic babe

James really collects walkers like regulars people collect rocks

James I....girl I’m gonna go along with what you say but this is interesting

I don’t wanna see it that way because I fuckin shot Lee so he wouldn’t turn

Yeah James that shit hurted but it’s ok baby

I don’t wanna say that James fucks walkers but (IM JOKING) (but am i really)

AJ shush we’re going along with him

“I’ll ALWAYS PROTECT YOU” BB AJ PLSSS

I love AJ he’s so cute

This is terrifying

Omfg the mask and the breathing i dislike

I love when they do first person camera it’s so much scarier

This is the creepiest shit i’ve seen on TWDG i don’t even know what to say

The music!! beautiful

What in the hell is going on do they LISTEN TO MUSIC THIS IS THE MOST TERRIFYING THING INDONT

WHAT

UHHHH

What’s funny is that this reminds me of the PAX footage where a zombie shoots Clem the middle finger do y’all remember that

I’m really not sure actually that shit was crazy BUT I KILLED LEE I DONT WANNA BELIEVE THAT

AJ stop hitting him with these personal questions

That was a crazy ass scene

James is Definitely one of the most unique characters in TWD franchise

RUBYYYYYY

HOOTENANNY

YOOOO ITS TIME FOR A PARTYYYYYY BRO CAN I DANCE WITH VIOLET PLs

Oh no we’re placing collectibles already not good

AJ this is the creepiest monologue

AJ baby you’re a good person

HEY AJ NO FORESHADOWING CLEM GETTING BIT SHUSH

TICKLES FOR MY BOY

Nevermind he wanna be serious

“IF I GET BIT YOU’LL...”

I’m torn because now it’s like... do i wanna put AJ through that like I did Clem? what if there is a bit of Clem in there? aughhhhh

NO AJ NO WHAT??? IM NOT BITING YOU NO

Fuck

If there’s an ending where AJ and Clem are walkers together... i’m fucking suing

I don’t know what to do with AJ

VIOLET!!!!!!

YES LETS TALK

VIOLET IS ALWAYS ON OUR SIDE

We can save her don’t worry bout it

Violet ;____;

“I WONT LET HER TAKE YOU OR AJ OR ANYONE ELSE I CARE ABOUT”

Omg Violet talking about how much she cares for Louis i cry

Oh my god finally confirmation that Vi is like 1 cm taller than Clem if she stands up straight

We’ll GET THOSE BOYS

SHE MADE US A BUTTON IM SCREAMING THE HEADCNAONNFJDJSJDNNSBJDJDJSJJSJSJJDJDHJSHD

A STARS BUTTON OH MY GOD THIS IS SO GAY I SCREAM

VIOLET

WE AFE GONNA

WERE GONNA

WERENFNDNJZHDJD

DANCE!!!!!!!!!!! AHSHJSJZJDJDKDKJDKDKD

OH YM GOD

SO MANT HEADCANONS

COMING TRUE

THIS IS TRUE WLW CULTURE

TAKE HER HAND BITCH

OH MY FOD

OH MY GODJDJJDJSJDKDKDJDJDKJDKSKDKD

THE AMOUNT OF GIFS

I am

paaainf our

this is amazing

i scream

i love

my short girls who dance and exchange gay gifts

THE HUG BRUH I CANT

BRUV

KISS

violet doing the gay arm thing

AJ REALLY RUINED THE MOMENT FJDJDKDNDKKD

That scene made 20biteen

When can we tell AJ pls

Y’all know i’m boutta hit AJ with that

This is the cutest shit of all time

HUG HUG HUG BABY

So many hugs I’m dead

Let’s go have this damn hootenanny

VIOLET TEACHING AJ I SCREAM

We doin jazz baby

How has it already been like an hour and a half

Jesus Willg i don’t think we should do that but uhhh just make sure we don’t fuckin die

I swear to God willy if you get us killed

I’m ready for the most turnt party of all

time

ITS OK WILLY YOURE PROBABLY GONNA DIE BUT

YES AJ WITH THEM MOOOVES YES BITCH

ROSIESEEEE

TENN AND WILLY I CRY

Tenn i love you bb

Fuck You Raiders

Yeah we naming it

WILLY JR

That gay smile Clem shared with Vi i can’t

OMG YES LETS LEARN WHY THEHRE IN HERE

The amount of gay smiles

OMG RUBY I LOVE I THOUGHT THAT WAS MARLON

“THAT LITTLE MORHERFUCKER”

Of course that’s why Willy was sent here this little meme boy

I HAVW TO GIF THAT

No AJ no

TENN REALLY TOLD HIM FJDJSKJD

EVERHONES FACES I SCREAM

This turned emo can we go back to having fun and listening to country

34 DEAD KIDS JESUS

Louis i’m so sorry

No we gotta hear Violet

Only if you wanna love

Her dad was a drunk and her mom

worked 3 jobs, grandma shut down after grandpa died, this is emo, oh fuck this is turning dark, oh no violet that sucks so

much

Violet you were TRAUMATIZED

OH FUCK

11 YEARS OLD

I’m so sorry Violet i can’t

Do you wanna hear some of my baggage

That was such an amazing scene jesus, props to Gideon

OMG VIOLET HAS A PRETTY VOICE I SCREAAAAAAM

GAY SMILE

WOW DAMN THAT VOICE VIOLET!!!! GIRL OF MANY TALENTS

minnie and vi singing together that’s it

When. will we tell the group we together

AJ LETS CUDDLE BABY

tenn and willy i cry

thank you so much for that violet i’m

crying so beautiful

jesus we’re so damn emo

DREAM FUCK NOT READY

NOT

EMKTIONALLY

OREPARED

oh my god the graphics look

amazing i’m

shook

she ALWAYS PICKS THE TRAIN

LEE BE MY MUFASA

“YOU KNOW I WAS MAKING IT ALL UP AS I WENT ALONG RIGHT” TRU THATS HOW I PLAYED HIM

Lee can you give me girl advice

YAAAAS LETS SAVE LOUIS

THE RANCH

A GIRL WHO LOVES YOU

GAY!!!! RIGHTS!!!!!

AJ is a small bb boy he loves to shoot ppl

Lee would be so fucking proud

HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG

OK YOU DIDNT HAVE TO DO THAT CLEM THRNJGINTO HER S4 SELF TO ME BRCH BYE

SHES SO MUCH TALLER NOW JESUS WOW SHE WENT FROM HALFWAY UP HIS CHEST TO HIS SHOULDER

Scissors be hard Lee

Bye Lee immcrying

HEY JAMES!!!!

JAMES IS SO SHY

TENN SHUT UP I CANNOT DO NOT SAY THAT

20!!!GAY!!!TEEN!!!

Oh no Vi is gonna tell Tenn about Minnie and Sophie huh

I’m worried about AJ too fuck

Tenn bb i’m so sorry

Of course I’ll tell her Tenn

Violet don’t save me I’ll be fine probably

hopefully

KISS

GAY LOOK OF LOVE

“GO LOOK IN ANOTHER DIRECTION” KDKDJDJJDKDKD AJ PLEASE IM TRYNA HAVE A MOMENT

This is not gonna go well. This episode has been too good

Oh no Clem has a bow not gonna be good for me later on

This is very creative gameplay

I’m failing so hard

OH GOD LUKE FLASHBACKS

I feel like i’m gonna throw up in so nervous

MINNIES CONCERN FOR TENN I CRY

TENN FORGIVES YOU

ooh girl the emotions

THANK YOU MINNIE

WHERE IS LOUIS

OH NO LOUIS WHAT HAPPENED

I’m sorry Louis GODDAMMIT

MINNIE FOR FUCKS SAKE

Oh for fucks sake

HUG!!!! IM SO SORRY LOUIS

Jesus christ man

THEY FUCKING CUT OUT HIS TONGUE??? WHAT THE FUCK

WHt THE

FUCK

WHY

NOOOOOOOOOOO

this is the worst possible thing we’ll help you louis it’s ok

let the others GO GODSAMMIT YOU EVIL FUCKING BITCH

Larry was an abusive fucking asshole Lilly

Lilly what are you gonna fucking do is she gonna make me choose who to hurt or kill what the fuck what the fuck

Oh god is this about Sophie and Minnie what the fuck

This is amazing acting by Lilly’s VA

Sounds like slavery but ok

Oh my god MINNIE KILLED SOPHIE WHAT THE FUCK

I KNEW IT FUCK FUCK FUCK

WHAT IN THE FUUUUUUCK

VIOLET SHHHHHH

NO NO NO NO NO NO

DONT YOU FUCKING TOUCH HER

OH MY GOD

AJ IM SORRY BUT HOLY SHIT

A WHOLE ASS EAR

YOURE RIGHT AJ!!!! WE’RE GONNA KILL HER

OK AJ WAIT HOLD ON IM ANGRH BUT I REALIZS FHIS IS TOO MUCH ANGER AND HLOODLUST

LEAVE HIM THE FUCK ALONE

NO NO NO NO

WHERE ARE YOU TAKING HIM

AT LEAST VIOLET HAS A HAND

MINNIE YOU FUCKING BITCH

MINNIE PLEASE IM TRYING TO REDEEM YOU SORRY GIRL

TOO CLOSS TO MY THROAT THANK YOU

OH FUCK VIOLET THANKS FOR THE SAVE WE ARE FONNA NEED SO MUCH THERAPY

RIP MINERVA???

VIOLET WHAT NO COME WITH ME

BYE AASIM THANK YOU SIR

If Violet gets caught in the explosion i am ducking suing for emotional and punitive damages

NO NO NO TENN NO

JAMES FUUUUUUCK NO

SAVE JAMES SAVE JAMES

“YOU DONT FUCKINF SCARE ME” YES JAMES

YES JAMES!! HIT HER WITH THAT CARLEY WISDOM

TENN OH FUCK

FUUUUUCK

SHOOT HER TENN

FUUUUCK

YES AJ BITE THAG BITCH

AJ GO FOR THE CHESTTTTTT

OH SHIT AJ

LILLY DONT YOU DARE MANIPULATE MY BOY

ohhhhh fuck this is a DIFFICULT DECISION

THIS IS TOO MUCH

BYE LILLY SHOOT AJ

THE BOMB

#twdg #twdg spoilers

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carryonmywaywardcaptain · 6 years

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Star-Spangled Douchebag-- Part 2

CarryOnCap Masterlist

Series Masterlist

WC: 1,503

Warnings: none? Some Dean fluff, typical SPN mystery, and no Marvel characters in this one.

A/N: This is a flashback to help set up a little of what was going on in Part 1. Steve will be back in the next part! :) Catch up on Part 1 Here.

[minor edits made 8/4/2020]

A Few Weeks Ago

“Guys, I think I might have something.”

You stopped pacing and tossed the lore book you’d been reading on the war room table. It seemed like it had been ages since you and the boys had caught wind of a case and you were starting to go stir crazy.

As you made your way into the library, you saw that Sam was leaning forward, intently scanning the screen in front of him. Dean had his feet propped up on the table and was cleaning his pistol-- a habit that seemed to become more frequent when he was feeling frustrated or impatient.

“Whatcha got, Sammy?” you asked.

Stopping behind Dean’s chair, you snaked your arms around his shoulders and rested your chin at the crook of his neck. He hummed happily and twisted in your arms to place a soft kiss on your cheek.

“Ugh. Look, I’m glad you guys finally sucked it up and admitted you’re into each other. But can you try to keep the PDA to a minimum?” Sam groaned.

Dean smiled and wrapped a large hand around one of your forearms, holding you in place when you tried to pull away. “C’mon, Sammy. Can’t you be happy for your big bro and prettiest friend?”

“‘Prettiest friend?’” you swatted Dean’s chest lightly with your free hand and wriggled out of his grasp. “And here I thought you liked me for my personality, Casanova.”

Sam rolled his eyes while you took a seat in the chair beside Dean. “Of course I’m happy for you two, it’s just...whatever. Ok, so get this. Apparently there’s been so many bizarre incidents in New York City lately that people are demanding answers from the CDC. Everything from higher rates of people going missing to more crime-- and lots of reports of people acting out of character before turning up dead. Basically all the family members, friends, coworkers, or anybody else that knew the suspects say something along the lines of ‘none of us saw this coming,’ ‘they’d never be capable of something like this-- it has to be some mistake.’ The CDC’s claiming there hasn’t been like, an outbreak of anything to cause weird behavior and there’s no reason to panic but--”

“So New Yorkers are stealing stuff and might have a serial killer-- so what?” Dean interrupted. “Doesn’t exactly sound like our kind of thing, Sam.”

“See, that’s what I thought, but something still wasn’t adding up. So I kept looking into it and even for New York the rates are weirdly high. There’s not a link that they can see, but it’s like across the board these incidents are getting more intense. And the last body to turn up? Turns out it was a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent.”

“S.H.I.E.L.D.?” you asked. “Like...real life agents?”

“Yeah,” Sam continued. “And before that, an NYPD officer. There’s been other stuff with ATMs, convenience stores, and now jewelry stores and bank robberies.”

“Could be demons, maybe? Or even--”

“You guys can’t be serious.” Dean kicked his feet down and cut you off. “Do you have any idea how long of a drive that is? It’s gotta be at least 20 hours.”

“Oh, come on. You’re telling me you guys have never made that kind of a drive for a case before? And what if it is something? High stakes robberies and a dead S.H.I.E.L.D. agent? It’s worth checking out, especially since it’s been ages since we’ve had a case. Even if it does turn out to be nothing, we can at least get out of the bunker for a while. And how cool would it be to get out of the Midwest and go some place like New York for a case?? Pleeeaaasseeee?”

After stating your argument, you leaned over to wrap yourself around Dean’s upper arm. Resting your head on his shoulder, you peeked from under your lashes to give him your very best puppy dog pout.

“She’s got a point, Dean,” Sam said gently. “It’s not like we’ve got anything else going on right now.”

Dean sucked in a large breath and held it for a moment as he debated.

“Fine,” he finally sighed.

“YES!” You jumped out of your chair and pumped one fist in the air like the last scene of The Breakfast Club. “Think we’ll see any of the Avengers? Oh! We should go see the Statue of Liberty!”

Sam laughed as he shut his laptop and rose from his seat. Dean simply shook his head and tried to suppress a smile. When the two of you stood up, he casually slung an arm around your shoulders and guided you down the hall to pack.

***

You groaned, stretching your arms to the sky as you bent this way and that. “Jeez, that was a long drive.”

“Yeah, well whose idea was that?” Dean grumbled as he slammed his door shut.

“Oh, don’t be a Grumpy Gus,” you snapped.

Sam had made some calls to the NYPD to get more information on the robberies, believing they were the best place to start. When you were about 20 miles south of the city limits, he received a call that there had been another bank robbery so you had stopped off at a gas station to change into your FBI clothes before arriving to the scene.

“Agents.” An officer nodded in acknowledgment as the three of you flashed your badges and slipped passed the police barricade. “Your timing is impeccable. I’m Lieutenant Hunt.”

Dean shook the man’s hand as he made introductions. “Lieutenant. I’m Agent Rossington and these are my associates, Burns and Collins. Any leads so far?”

“This one more than past robberies, actually.” He waved for you to follow him and turned to lead the way up the steps into the bank. “I’m surprised the Bureau took an interest in these robberies, but I’ve gotta say I’m glad because I’m at a loss. We’re starting to suspect it’s the work of some sort of organization. Can’t find a link between any of the suspects, but their families are beside themselves. Genuinely believe the individuals were good people and could never do such a thing…”

When he trailed off, you saw Sam snap his head to the side as he made some sort of connection. “Lieutenant, do you happen to know anything about the deceased police officer or S.H.I.E.L.D. agent?”

Lieutenant Hunt cleared his throat and paused before answering. “Not the agent. But the officer… He and I were in the same class at the Academy years ago. Good man. We stayed in touch over the years, even got together with our families for barbecues once in a while. When I heard he’d robbed a jewelry store at one of the shopping centers…”

“You found it hard to believe,” Sam finished for him. Lieutenant Hunt nodded but said nothing more.

You arrived at the security office and the policeman ushered you in the door. “Seems these individuals keep getting bolder. They don’t even bother wearing masks or avoiding cameras. This one is particularly interesting.”

He motioned to the security guard to play the footage of the robbery. A woman entered the front of the bank with a large automatic weapon in hand. She fired a few rounds in the air, prompting the patrons to panic and duck to the ground with their hands in the air. She pointed the weapon at one of the tellers, presumably demanding money. When the bag was full, she looked up at one of the cameras with a smirk before darting down a side corridor.

“We know who she is?” Dean asked.

“That’s where it gets interesting,” Lieutenant Hunt answered. “We looked her up and she’s a lower level S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. Does some sort of data entry over at the Avengers Tower. Turns out she didn’t show up to work yesterday or this morning. She was in and out of here in just under 15 minutes and we’ve got no clue where she exited the building from. None of the alley or street cameras picked her up after she slipped through an office door in that side hall.”

“Can you run it back again and freeze on her face?” you asked.

The lieutenant quirked an eyebrow. “We already identified her but, uh, sure.”

The security guard ran the footage back and let it play through once more before hitting pause--at the precise moment her eyes flashed white. Dean shared a look with Sam before glancing at you. He licked his lips and pressed them into a firm line, trying to hide his impressed smile.

“Damn technology,” the guard muttered. He hit play before immediately pausing it again and the woman’s eyes returned to normal. “There we go.”

“Thank you, gentlemen,” you said while committing the woman’s face to memory. “I think it’s time we pay a little visit to the Avengers.”

Part 3

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SnK Chapter 98 Poll Results

The chapter 98 poll closed with a record 1,771 responses. Thank you to everyone for participating.

RATE THE CHAPTER (1,711 RESPONSES)

If you disliked this chapter, you were very much in the minority. Only 1% of respondents rated it poorly. Satisfaction with recent Marley chapters have been generally positive, but this is the highest rating since we started the poll.

This chapter was so fire I had to call 911 after I read it

Goddamned life ruining basements.

Sadly, SNK is eventually going to end, and having taken the time to properly explain its unique universe and its characters will that day leave to this world the completed masterpiece it has the potential to be

I gasped during the "I'm Dr. Yeagar'" scene, but I almost threw my phone from excitement from the "Hey, it's been 4 years huh Reiner." I was one of the people that thought I wouldn't care for the young Warriors, but damn, this chapter won me over. Especially Falco. The awesome character building scenes, the mystery behind Tybur & Magath, the attitude's of the vet Warriors, and Eren's new shred of awesomeness made this one of my favorite chapters.

Magath is still making me wet with his humanity, Willy needs a hug and some Hellos D, I can't believe the East Sea Clan is actually a thing (eeeek) and if Falco gets hurt I will die. Also where's Annie.

I think the entire chapter could be my favorite moment.

Willy and Magath vs Levi for clean house?

When Jaegerbowl became SUPER JAEGER BROTHERS, GET HYPE EVERYBODY

ON THE SUPREME CUTENESS SCALE OF 10-10 HOW CUTE WAS ALL OF THIS??? (1,721 Responses)

Because of our own intense fangirling after reading this chapter, we had to lead off the poll with something fun. Thankfully most didn’t mind and agreed with us that this chapter was packed with supreme cuteness.

Remember when attack on titan was dark? Now it's all rainbows and unicorns. Jk, I loved this chapter.

ON THE BEST DAD SCALE OF 420-10 HOW GREAT WAS REINER??? (1,721 Responses)

It’s also nice to see that 84% of us agree that Papa Reiner was just awesome! 275 people disagreed, including one commenter below.

Reiner accompanying the kids at the festival was SOOO DAMN CUTE

Reigner is my favourite moment every chapter.

This chapter was great. Seeing daddy Reiner was one of the sweetest moments in SNK

This may be an unpopular opinion but Reigner honestly feels like the least interesting character in the whole arc. We have all these shiny new characters that are in desperate need of character development and all we keep getting is more and more Reigner. Reigner this, Reigner that, Isayama is starting to sound like a bunch of Bertholdts. Where is the love for Colt, Porco, Ms Exactly Right, Theo and more? Grim Reminder 2.0 also needs to happen fast.

this one salty anon saying reiner is the least interesting character of marley are you in your right mind or are your standards simply just low

THERE WERE SO MANY GREAT MOMENTS THAT WE’RE GONNA BREAK ‘EM INTO TWO QUESTIONS. BATCH ONE IS THE SWEET THINGS. WHICH OF THESE MOMENTS MADE YOU SMILE THE MOST? (1,720 Responses)

I love how difficult it was for people to choose a best moment. “Reiner as Marley’s Best Dad and ATM” eked out the number one slot by just 1 vote. “All of the above” was second and Falco’s near confession was a distant third.

Reiner awkwardly avoiding eye contact with Galliard.

Eren spending one month undercover by disguising himself as Sad Keanu

Porco being low-key supportive of Falco and the parallels it draws with his own life/relationship with Reiner.

Falco's proud face when he guides Reiner to the basement.

BATCH TWO ARE THE SERIOUS THINGS. WHICH OF THESE MOMENTS MOST CAUGHT YOUR ATTENTION? (1,718 Responses)

Basement Reveal 2.0 was our favorite moment. Twenty-four percent of the fandom couldn’t pick just one, making “All of the above” the number two selection. Eren meeting his grandfather and the mysterious Asian women round out the third and fourth pick.

When Reiner Meets Eren

The asian woman is about on par with basement 2 electric boogaloo but i could only pick one so im cheating a bit pls dont be angry

While you've mentioned all the moments that stood out most to me, I can say I definitely appreciated the variety of races drawn as they were distinct, reasonable designs. All in all, these are all awesome moments, it's hard to pick favorites in this chapter.

DID YOU HAVE A FAVORITE MOMENT WE FAILED TO MENTION? (237 Responses)

You can sense the excitement for a chapter when 237 people take the time to gush in the comments section. If you want to read them all, you’ll need to visit the full poll results but here are a few.

Zeke's three-level comment about being a big brother (works for Colt, Porco and Zeke himself), also Zeke playing catch with Colt and Eren playing with Zeke's ball.

Eren basically slamming that baseball right in his gorgeous face is kinda one of the best moments!?!?

PORCO SMILING AT FALCO'S VICTORY

Gabi waking up. Those panels were so detailed on her face, I'm worried that little Gabi is waving her death flags. I almost had a heart attack because I thought for a second she was Mikasa when I first read through.

Gabi's relationship with Udo and Zofia and the "devil" line

Cory in the house finally meeting the fresh prince of bel-air

black people being not so stereotypical. they just looked like people, not over-cheerful big lipped afro hair stereotype or anything like that

The attitude and mystery of that old asian woman

SEVERAL CHARACTERS HAD THEIR SASS GAME ON STRONG. WHO DID IT BEST? (1,718 Responses)

Eren’s “Good to see you made it back home” was declared the sassiest line by a significant majority. Sassmaster Pieck was second with her slam about entrusting the Paradis operation to four kids. My personal favorite was Porco’s hugely sarcastic “We have some awfully bright officials leading us”, but only 5% agreed with me.

While “Good to see you made it back home” was the winner, it wasn’t without controversy. I saw several comments on Reddit and Tumblr from people who thought that Eren wasn’t being sassy when he said them. It’s possible I suppose, but unless a lot of has changed in the last four years, I find it hard to believe he was being sincere.

WITH ALL THE NEW CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT, IT’S TIME TO ASK AGAIN. WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE OF THE NEW KIDDOS? (1,701 Responses)

Perfect little bean Falco wins by a landslide! Was there every any doubt? Gabi is far more polarizing but has maintained a loyal fanbase. She came in second with 16.9%. Zophia received 133 votes (7.8%). Colt received 98 votes (5.8%). The wine-spilling, multi-lingual, “not from around here” Udo received the fewest votes with 76 (4.5%).

Falco's smile, I just want to hug him as if he were my little brother/cousin ^^

Falco cemented his status as a cinammon roll. I'd hate for him to get toasted in the next chapter, considering what's about to go down in the basement!

Gabi's ego is charming.

CUTE ZOPHIE

Udo is the most precious kid and I love him a lot and if he dies, I die. (I keep saying this about all my faves but it's true.)

ON A SCALE FROM 1-5 (1=STILL CAN’T STAND ‘EM; 5=DAMMIT I GOT SUCKED IN), HAS THE NEW CAST WON YOU OVER? (1,717 Responses)

Isayama deserves mad props for introducing a brand new cast and gradually making us care about them. More than 65% of us now have strong feelings for the Warriors and candidate kiddos .

Pieck. Just Pieck.

I can't believe I got sucked into Marley. This chapter just solidified my new found affection for 90% of the Marley characters, and even though I do miss the main cast I'm totally fine with more Marley chapters! Gabi went from hate to fave in a heartbeat. I must be sick? Not to mention all the pokkopikku moments... Honestly I'm in love with SNK all over again. RIP Me.

I used to not be very fond of the warrior cadets, but this chapter just filled me with love for those kids. My only problem is that I KNOW Isayama is trying to get me to sympathize with them before ultimately crushing my soul and having something terrible happen :(

I still hate all the kids, but Reiner has got some brownie points with me now.

ANY THOUGHTS ON WHAT WILLY'S "SINGLE ANSWER" IS? (1,685 Responses)

Our single answer to Willy’s single answer is that we are all over the place with ideas. A slim majority believe that Willy is going to propose a genocide starting in Liberio, but there were almost 100 write ins with other options. Here are a few.

Definitely the elimination of Paradis

I think he found a way to turn even non-Eldians into titans and he will try to create some sort of balance of terror.

I think he'll give a long winded speech, and just when he's about to lay it all out, *loud boom* *lightning* Grim Reminder part 2

A possible solution for all of this is Eren eating all shifters and sealing himself in a crystal, like Annie, forever. We still haven't seen if Annie has aged inside the crystal or not though. I wonder if this is Willy's solution.

Someone will kill him before he tells the answer

High School Eldian Musical

I dunno. But it sure as hell ain't anything good, that's for sure. Just what are you up to, you slippery snake?

I have no idea but I'm 300% convinced that the Tiber family was in contact with the Reiss one the whole time (remember the "Armored - Braun" vial Rod Reiss had? That was Reiner's spinal fluid and how the frick frack it ended inside the Walls??). I think that will play a big role in whatever Willy Billy is planning to do.

I'd say gather Loki and the Avengers to obtain the nine titan powers, using it to control the the Eldians who'll win over foreign leaders and defeat Marley, then proceed to turn on said ambassadors as well as the Eldians they're controlling.

Destroy all perceptions that Eldians are the only ones who can turn titans and use the ambassadors as an example, bringing chaos

Dunno how plausible this is but...maybe he knows how to get rid of the Eldians's capacity to turn into titans, and that's his single answer ?

Either kill all non-Eldians or gain the coordinate and somehow mindwipe all Eldian and non-Eldians alike somehow. Or something idk. I just feel like mindwiping will come into play. Either that or unite Marley and Eldia and ally with the Asians and fight against literally the rest of the world.

Final solution, Willy Hitler

"We will allow the Paradisians to live in peace if they can win a game of baseball against our best team: The Warriors."

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

DO YOU THINK WILLY WILL ULTIMATELY BE THE BIG BAD OF THE SERIES? (1,710 Responses)

“Willy or wont he” be the big bad of the series? Gray morality wins. But whatever Willy has planned is making a large number of us uncomfortable.

This chapter made me feel really uneasy. Willy Tyber is throwing me off, and I'm really nervous for whatever he has planned next chapter. I feel like this was almost too good, too sweet, too happy. Something big is about to happen, I can feel it, and I know Tyber's gonna be at the center of it. I don't trust him, and I love that this chapter made me feel something this strongly.

I feel like Willy's "If only the titans didn't exist" was a giveaway. Willy will try to remove all titan powers, either by killing all Eldians (he should know that's gonna be hard to accomplish), or by collecting all titan powers and locking it up idk how. But genocide is not out of the question. He might do it, but even if he does, I don't think I'll really see him as your typical "villain."

Well, damn guys... What if Willy's not even the bad guy, huh? He has shady plans of his own, no doubt... But to just say he's seeking genocide is too far fetched, in my honest opinion. Yes, I don't have a clue as to what he's going to do, but I'm not ready to label him a murderer yet. Maybe I just got charmed by that "Thor-like" haircut, but to me it seemed like he genuinely felt bad for closing his eyes on the treatment of Eldians, and wanted to change that. Of course, Paradis could be the scapegoat, but I don't know about that either. Oh well... We have to wait and see, I guess...

WHO DO YOU THINK MAGATH'S INFORMANTS ARE THAT LET HIM KNOW ABOUT THE EXISTENCE OF "MICE IN THE HOUSE"? (1,678 Responses)

Eren, Pieck, P A T H S and Colt received the most write-in votes (in that order), but the majority believe we haven’t met the person spying on the inside for Magath.

I didn't understand what they meant by this when I first read it, and I barely still know after reading it again after reading this question.

I wanted to say the SC being spies, but I really think it's either other countries' spies or just mean other countries' leaders/elites had arrived.

It would be interesting character-wise for Magath if he discovered Zeke was legitimately (I have my doubts) conspiring with Eren/Paradis. Magath could be more grey, should he prosecute Zeke, keep it to himself, or join in.

Probably some competent high-ranking Marleyan soldier but the ultimate plot-twist would be Pieck (imagine Zeke being the one snitched out by his most trusted warrior)

Zeke. If Zeke's working with Eren (and not just talking to him but actually helping him), then I think it's possible that Zeke's sort of double-crossing Magath. He could act like he's interested in cleansing Marley by ridding it of the "mice," or he's simply acting interested in Magath and Willy's plan so as to get inside info on what they're up to.

DO YOU THINK EREN HAS BEEN CORRESPONDING WITH ZEKE? (1,714 Responses)

The baseball glove was proof positive for 86.1% of the fandom.

I wonder if Zeke realizes that it's Eren with whom he's communicating? He only saw Eren once, when his glasses were off, so even if they met in person, I'm not sure he'd recognize Eren. Eren could be hiding his true identity from Zeke to avoid being stabbed in the back for the coordinate.

DO YOU THINK ZEKE AND EREN ARE WORKING TOGETHER? (1,711 Responses)

The majority say yes!

We should ask Pieck if Zeke is working with Eren... Because Pieck is exactly right.

Zeke has no side. He is with Eren but he will also rat him out to Magath.

DID ZEKE KNOW THAT EREN WAS IN THE BASEMENT AT THE FESTIVAL? (1,708 Responses)

Zeke looked at his watch and gave Falco permission to escort Reiner to the basement despite it being almost time for the program to begin. That, plus the baseball glove, is enough to convince 72.5% of us that Zeke was in on the Reiner/Eren reunion.

DO YOU THINK A REZ (REINER, EREN, ZEKE) ALLIANCE IS GONNA HAPPEN? (1,708 Responses)

We were a little more divided here. Most are convinced Zeke and Eren are working together but they are less confident that Reiner will join them.

He doesn't forgive but does work with reigner and zeke.

I can see Eren working together with Zeke or actually manipulating and using him, while Zeke thinks he's his pure cinnamon roll brother. But I don't think a Reiner/Eren alliance will work. Like why would Reiner want to help Eren? Why would Isayama want to fucking ruin Bertolt's life after his dead even more?

I hope Reiner and Eren will be good boys and won't fight. I also hope November will come quickly.

I'm dying to know WHY Eren gave away his presence to Reiner. like WHY take such a risk omg. I gotta read the next chapter asap!!!!

DO YOU THINK EREN IS OPERATING ALONE OR WITH SC PERMISSION? (1,717 Responses)

My personal feeling are in the #2 red zone here. More than half the fandom feels that Eren’s appearance in Marley is fully sanctioned by the Survey Corps.

If Eren really had gone rogue & left Paradis, that means Paradis are one 1 shifter less so more reason for them to recruit Annie as Eren's replacement

Why would they send Eren of all people to Marley? Eren is very well known as a person who can't easily control his emotions, and someone who isn't very good at acting. Just look how bad he did in the Stohess Arc. If he was the only person who could regenarate limbs, I'd understand. But why not send Armin? He has shown to be much better than Eren in both acting and manipulating people. He was also shown to have some slight understanding of Reiner's feelings, so why not him? How could they trust the most emotional person on the team? Has Eren really changed that much?

TIME SKIP EREN SEEMS VERY DIFFERENT FROM HIS 15 YEAR OLD SELF, MAYBE COLDER, CERTAINLY MORE IN CONTROL OF HIS EMOTIONS. WHERE DO YOU THINK EREN NOW LANDS ON THE MORALITY SCALE? IS HE STILL “ONE OF THE GOOD GUYS”? (1,710 Responses)

This poll result surprised me. On the far extremes, 253 people think Eren is a cinnamon roll while 52 individuals categorize him as essentially scum of the earth. The majority seem to be taking a “wait and see attitude” about his intentions.

"Eren is the same old cinnamon roll" .......Since when has Eren "I will destroy all titans/murder these rabid dogs masquerading as humans/make sure your death is the most painful possible" Yeager been a cinnamon roll? Sin-amon roll, maybe. But even that's kinda a stretch.

I think he: is older and wiser, has a better understanding of the world (and how cruel and unfair it is, I think he's kind of emo) and the memories are affecting him somewhat.

war changes a man

This kid has seen some shit. I don't doubt he's haunted as hell. And that's pretty haunted.

IF EREN IS ACTING DIFFERENTLY, WHAT HAS INFLUENCED HIM THE MOST? (1,715 Responses)

Close to 60% of respondents believe the influence of Kruger and Grisha’s memories have made Eren a changed man. Basic maturity was the second pick with 30%. In third place, 6.6% of respondents think he hasn’t changed and believe that Eren’s cold demeanor is only an act.

A lot of things have changed Eren, starting from him losing his family and friends, seeing the titans,fighting them and discovering the truth about them, his father and his half-brother. Also seeing the state the Marleys and Eldians are now. So a lot of things have changed Eren and turned him into who he is now.

All except 'he hasn't changed' but I do think the memories had the most affect. Hell after he got those memories he didn't even care about the ocean anymore. I think he realized that there was no freedom inside the walls or outside of them. Which basically made his original goal to 'break humanity out of its cage and eliminate all the titans' meaningless. Really sad honesty.

All of the coordinate boys get chill eventually

Blurrier moral realization combined with his dwindling lifespan

If we remember the kind if shit he went through it's only natural to assume that he changed. Just like Reiner, all his childhood dreams and goals were shattered to pieces when he saw the bigger picture.

Revenge against the people who genocides our folks generally do that to you.

depression's a bitch

He's coming more dickhead than before that's all

HE'S CHANGED GIVEN THE GARBAGE CIRCUMSTANCES

Marley pizza. That shit is life-changing. Reiner can testify.

IF EREN’S ACTIONS BRING HARM TO THE WARRIORS OR CANDIDATES (FALCO OR PIECK, FOR INSTANCE), WOULD THIS IMPACT YOUR FEELINGS ABOUT HIM NEGATIVELY? (1,703 Responses)

I suppose the bottom line here is that the fandom likes the new kids, but they like Eren better. This is war and people get hurt. A slim majority will not hold it against Eren if his actions hurt the warriors or warrior candidates.

If Eren manipulated Falco and doesn't care about him, I will cry.

I LOVE REINER BRAUN AND EREN BETTER LEAVE HIM AND ALL THE OTHER MARLEYAN WARRIORS AND CANDIDATES ALONE

Can we discuss that all the Jaegers are probably ruining the lives of the Grice family? Grisha with the original, Zeke playing Colt, Eren adopting Falco... Poor kiddos.

PROTECT FALCO AT ALL THE COSTS

HOW BADLY DO YOU WANT TO RETURN TO THE ORIGINAL CAST ON PARADIS? (1,712 Responses)

No matter how much we enjoy the current chapters, these poll numbers barely change. A significant portion of the fandom remains desperate to see the main cast.

Although a few fans are impatient to see the SC, I enjoy to see that Isayama is taking is time and is not rushing this part.

I still want the series to bring back the Paradis cast while staying in Marley. I have the feeling things are about to kick into overdrive next chapter, with the landmark chapter 100 incoming, and I'd love it if the finale remained in Marley while having the whole cast there. Have Paradis left for flashbacks/explanations and the epilogue, the mainland's a perfect staging ground for the end of this.

I swear to Ymir if we leave Marley in this cliffhanger there will be riots

I want the 104th back.

With the reveal of the Asian clan symbol (FINALLY), I strongly feel as though Mikasa and the rest of the Survey Corps are going to show up really soon. I expect them to finally return on issue #100, but on next month's issue would be even better!

ISAYAMA-SAN PLEASE SHOW TIME-SKIP LEVI.

WHICH CHARACTERS DO YOU GENERALLY ENJOY THE MOST? (1,714 Responses)

RIP my beloved Vets :(

WHERE DO YOU PRIMARILY DISCUSS THE SERIES? (1,695 Responses)

ANY OTHER CHAPTER THOUGHTS YOU'D LIKE TO SHARE?

Hajime Isayama blowing my mind

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGG *screams into the abyss*

With tgis new infomation its more liekly that the marleyans have sour cream

He [Willy] will tell the real story of how the titans came into existence, and by fusing all nine titan powers together you get the same powers as the original Ymir Fritz had so you can do some voodoo shit and "cure" all Eldians of their curse. Everyone gets to live happily ever after, oh, and Levi opens up his tea shop.

I really liked the scene with Eren playing with the baseball. He looked so calm

I really enjoyed the entire chapter. It felt like a break but it revealed a ton. I am so eager to keep reading.

P A T H S

Reiner looks so handsome in his uniform >.>

RIP Reiner's wallet

The Asian woman I need to know more

I appreciated the worldbuilding in this chapter. The festival scene in particular showed how big the scale was compared to Paradis. Leaning Eldians lived in other parts of the world and not only Marley, puts things into perspective about their goals. If Paradis is submitted, other Eldians would melt in the population slowly but surely. The REZ alliance or whatever its' called, is completely bull: Zeke isn't going to team up with someone going against his plans. Also Eren didn't mature. He still shares the same goal, but he became way more cunning about it thanks to Kruger and Grisha's memories. He inherited their democratic skills and would gladly use them against Reiner. He never forgave Reiner and isn't going to forgive him. Since Bert died and Shiganshina was rebuild, that alleviated his rage, but he feels like he has to take Reiner down.

It's not so much this chapter sucked, it's just that I'm so sick ok Marley, so I couldn't enjoy it that much

On a serious note, finding out that Grandad Yeager is also a trauma patient at the hospital was heart-breaking. But it makes sense: both of his children are dead and his grandson Zeke is due to "pass on his powers" (die) soon too. I wonder what he'll do if he finds out that Eren is his grandson too, is also a Titan AND has the Founding Titan power? Uh oh! Also worth happy screeching about: That symbol on the back of the Asian lady's kimono. That had to be a deliberate reveal? Is that the symbol of the East Sea Clan from whom Mikasa is descended from and will she reveal that symbol on her wrist?! Last but not least, Reiner gets his own basement reveal and Eren is in there!

The cult of reigner has affected the typesetters i must now retire to the forest where i will live as a hermit with the treefolk only coming out once a month to read the mangastream translation this is my vow so help me god and may the lord be my witness

I know I say this every month, but man is next chapter gonna be a doozy! Eren and Reiner finally meeting is going to stir up some feelings and arguments.

Is Willy going to let the cat out of the bag about the Tyburs being the power behind the leaders of Marley? Will the play be the true history of what happened after the Titan War?

I think Willy is actually plotting to overthrow the Marleys and bring power to the Eldians Maybe he's joined forces with Eren and Zeke and we still don't know. I think he wants to restore the Eldian race.

I hope we get to know more about the actual history of "The Subjects of Ymir", perhaps in the form of a theatrical play on that stage. Where do people get this genocide thing from, only from the Nazi parallels? If Willy were planning it, then why did he talk about how the whole world wants exactly that to happen and how he thought up a solution to this problem? Really sounds like he's got something entirely DIFFERENT up his sleeve, and I guess it's got something to do with how Ymir created titans in the first place.

Is Willy going to let the cat out of the bag about the Tyburs being the power behind the leaders of Marley? Will the play be the true history of what happened after the Titan War?

Pieck and Porco are ALWAYS together what's up with that and also we never see Zeke's eyes in this chapter

Zhophia is a Annie relative, Udo is Naruto's son too (Boruto's brother).

Eren meeting Reiner has me so FUCKING HYPED for the next chapter that I so anxious for November. Isayama you damn torturer!!!!

Zeke is a majestic beast leaping for that ball.

Eren meeting Reiner has me so FUCKING HYPED for the next chapter that I so anxious for November. Isayama you damn torturer!!!!

99/100 hype is real

#snk poll #snk chapter 98 #snk 98 #thank you to everyone who participated #thank you to those who reblogged it #thanks to everyone who helped

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There's no need to hide behind an Anon mask when facing you, so I'm GLAD it's off. Your existence honestly sickens me. Half I've seen on this blog hasn't had support backing it, and I'm not sure it takes note of most is any of YanDev's Explanations when he posts them. You can't really love the game and hate the creator. Dev is making the game whether you like it or not. I myself can acknowledge some of YanDev's faults, but that's because he's a human being; He isn't "Satan incarnate" or a "God".

alright im gonna give you some props for at least doing this off anon but then im gonna have to take em right back for not making a damn lick of sense.

“Half I’ve seen of this blog hasn’t had support backing it” im not sure if you like. read the blog but check the receipts section which does, in fact, have support backing it??

“You can’t really love the game and hate the creator” uh actually you can. and a lot of people do. idk where you got this logic from because im,,

i dont give 2 and a half shits if hes human? im human too believe it or not and the things he’s said about me and my brothers and sisters is something im not gonna forgive just because he made another “clearing up misunderstandings” blaming it all on this blog and not because he doesnt know how to think before he speaks. maybe reflect on that.

-Oni

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zaritarazi · 8 years

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i dont know how to make things right so ill oretend nothings wrong w kendra and sara

so thanks for this prompt it turned into a 3000 word fic, and by thanks i mean FUCK. OFF.

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(it’s who you are.)

On the first day following their return to the Waverider, she wakes Kendra up with breakfast. Kendra opens the door and stares at her, blonde hair falling across her hopeful face. “Hungry?” she asks.

Kendra takes one look at the tray in Sara’s hands, and a step back from the open door. “I’m fine.”

“I um-” Sara says. “I made it for you, though.”

Kendra considers it. “You can put it on the desk,” Kendra says. “Next to the vase.”

There’s knickknacks from her time in the 50s- The ugly orange vase being one of them. The photo strip of her and Ray that feels like a kick in the gut. The jewelry. She looks for a ring and when she finds none, relief floods through her. “Here,” Sara says. “I remember you like english muffins and Rip, of course, has a full stash of them, and-”

Kendra’s still standing by the doorway, holding her fingers to her lips in thought.

Sara leaves the tray and approaches her. “Kendra?”

“That’s fine,” Kendra says. “I’ll eat. You can go.”

Sara feels that in her entire chest, spreading through her throat. “Oh.”

Kendra offers no reassurance.

“I’ll-” Sara starts. “Do you want to train later? We-“

“No,” Kendra says, swiftly. “I mean. No, thank you.”

Sara nods, too many times in succession and too fast. “Okay. Sorry. Enjoy breakfast.”

Kendra turns away from her, moves to pretend to adjust something on the far dresser.

“Right,” Sara says. “Right.” The door swishes shut behind her, and she stands there a moment longer than she should.

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For the next two days after, Kendra avoids her entirely. And Sara isn’t sulking around, or anything, but she does spy Kendra laughing with Jax in the cargo bay, grinning ear to ear.

“And Ray,” Kendra says, gesturing madly. “He’s so completely sure that he’s going to fix the pipe on his own, and he keeps complaining about the old building and I’m like Ray, technically this building is brand new, and that always got him so frustrated!”

“He burst the pipe, didn’t he,” Jax says. “Please tell me the pipe burst.”

“Oh, totally,” Kendra says. “And Ray is standing there trying to cover it with his hand, and he’s so embarrassed that I had to call the super.”

Jax laughs at that, Kendra smiling back, and Sara’s never felt so acutely hidden in the shadows.

“People thought you guys were like, married-married, right?” Jax says.

“Oh, yeah,” Kendra says. “It was hard, especially in Hub City, but I doubt we could’ve gotten a lease if we weren’t married. Actually-“ Kendra drums her fingers against her thigh. “Sara and Ray were the ones that got the lease. I don’t know what people said after she left but-“

“Couldn’t have been good,” Jax says.

“Fuck em though, you know?” Kendra says. “At this point, they’re probably all old and white and dead.”

Jax bursts into giggles. “That’s horrible!”

“No it isn’t!” Kendra says, shoving his arm. “It would be if you didn’t totally agree with me.”

“I mean, obviously,” Jax says. “I’m just wondering how much it must’ve pained Sara to pretend to be Ray’s wife.”

“Please,” Kendra says, and Sara catches just the hint of an edge in her voice. “Everything pains her. It’s just how she lives her life.”

Sara brings her hand to her throat, and says nothing. She doesn’t move. She doesn’t breathe.

“You uh-“ Jax rubs the back of his head. “That league fight was- Nasty. Do you want to talk about it?”

Kendra shrugs. “It’s over,” she says. “Oh my God, I have to tell you about the time-“

Sara makes it to the bathroom before she can really gasp out a pained, strangled sort of noise. She stares in the mirror, and pulls up her shirt.

There’s bruises on her back where Kendra slammed her into the wall, and she wonders if that’s all she’s going to have left to remember her by. They’re teammates. They have to resolve this, they have to, because Savage is after her and they have to save Rip’s family and someone, someone has to tell Kendra that they can’t work as a team if she and Sara never speak-

But maybe no one else really cares.

That night, she dreams of sharing a bed with Kendra, when the 3 of them had 2 queens and had pushed them together to make one big bed. And Kendra had sidled up to her, putting her hands on Sara’s hips. And she’d smiled and bumped her head against Sara’s, grinning, and Sara had wrapped her arms around Kendra’s waist.

She dreams of Kendra’s wings, bloodless and mighty, and the rage in Kendra’s eyes.

She dreams of Kendra turning away from her entirely. She dreams there is a wall between them, and when she tries to speak, no sound comes out.

That one is the worst of all.

“Okay, you miserable brat,” Len says, offering Sara a beer and taking the seat to her left. “Let’s talk about why this isn’t working.”

“Or we could drink in silence,” Sara says, taking the beer. She’s been dully poking at her cup of noodles for fifteen minutes, and the hunger just isn’t coming.

“It breaks my hearts,” Len says. “It really does. You’re like a bird with a broken wing.”

Sara sees a flash of her sword in Kendra’s wing, and shudders.

She takes a swig. “Can’t you mind your own business?”

“Doesn’t suit my interests,” he says.

“More like you’d rather talk to me than to Mick,” Sara remarks.

He’s unmoved by the comment, almost humored. “So what if I would?” he says. “See, it’s funny. You’re her Mick.”

“I’m not Mick,” Sara says. “Mick was- You should really talk to him. What they did to him-“

“And what about what they did to you?” Len asks.

“Completely different,” Sara says. “I mean- I know the League routine. I went back because I wanted a place to just- Turn off. It’s easy. Ra’s didn’t have to tell me to do it. I wanted to.”

“You know,” Len says. “You’re pretty lucky, I think. Kendra’s a lot more… forgiving. Than I am.”

“To Mick?” Sara says. “What did he do to you? He’s your-“

“He said he’d kill my baby sister,” Len says. “Over, and over again. And so as long as you never threatened any of Kendra’s loved ones-“

“I tried to kill her,” Sara says.

“And that’s the funniest thing,” Len says. “Because that, I can forgive. But Lisa?”

“You’re being obtuse,” Sara says. “You’re just afraid to face him.”

“Pot, kettle, et cetera,” Len says. “One of us should start.”

“You,” Sara says.

“See, I’m betting on you,” Len says. “And I never take bets I don’t win.”

Sara sighs into the beer bottle, making a small, whaling sound. “You’re an ass.”

“And you know,” Len says. “You didn’t even cost Kendra a hand.”

“Oh, give him a break,” Sara says.

Len ignores the comment.

They drink in silence.

On the fifth day, she half barges into Kendra’s room with a stave and the pounding migraine of someone who had too much beer last night. “Get up,” Sara says, tossing the stave in Kendra’s direction.

Kendra’s propped up on the bed, one leg crossed over the other. She doesn’t bother looking up from her book. “I’m good, thanks.”

“I said,” Sara says, striding across the threshold. “Get up.”

Kendra pulls her lips into a line, briefly shaking her head. “I’m sorry,” she says, folding in the sleeve of the book so not to loose her place. “What are you doing?”

“Training you,” Sara says. “You haven’t in two years, and you’re rusty.”

“I was good enough to knock you down,” Kendra remarks, with the sort of expression that makes Sara feel at once very, very small. “So.”

“Last I checked,” Sara says, picking up the spare stave. “I almost killed you.”

“You can’t,” Kendra says.

“What?” Sara says. “Are you like- I definitely beat you and-“

“Oh, sure,” Kendra says. “But I can’t die unless Vandal Savage kills me. That would’ve been fun for everyone to find out, right?”

“Did you-“ Sara says. “Who else knows?”

“Just me,” Kendra says. “And now you.”

“But-“ Sara points the stave as an accusation. “So then what the fuck is your problem? I couldn’t have killed you. You know I couldn’t have killed you, so-“

“Oh, I mean, I think if the intent had still been there, I’d have taken it pretty personally, yeah,” Kendra says. “But you would think it’s your League bullshit I was upset about.”

“Um, yeah I’d think that’s what you were upset about,” Sara says. “I pierced your wing!”

“You are so-“ Kendra lets out a huff through her teeth. “Can you just get out of my room, please? You’re exhausting me.”

“Oh, buck up,” Sara says. “This attitude doesn’t suit you, princess.”

That ticks Kendra enough to get her to stand up, tossing her book onto the bed. “Really?” Kendra says. “Because last I checked, you didn’t actually know me super well, and I guess that’s because I don’t know you super well, but you know what?” She’s standing too close for comfort, her pretty face contorted in unquiet rage. “I don’t want to.”

“You’re so dramatic,” Sara says. “Take it down a notch.”

“I’m dramatic?” Kendra says, taking another step forward. “You caught feelings and decided you had to leave the actual country.”

Sara swallows. “Oh.”

“You told me you loved me,” Kendra says. “That I made you happy, that I made you feel, and I guess that was enough for you to just bail, right?”

“Kendra,” Sara says, in a very little voice. “I-“

“And you know,” Kendra says. “It was easier for you to kill me than it was for you to be in love with me. That’s pretty indicative, don’t you think?”

“I didn’t-“ Sara blinks back the wetness in her eyes. “I didn’t want to kill you.”

“I don’t know what you want, Sara,” Kendra says. “And I don’t care. Get out of my room.”

“You,” Sara says. “I wanted you.”

“It’s really way too late for that,” Kendra says. “By at least two years.”

“Kendra,” Sara says.

“Leave,” Kendra says, more alight than Sara’s seen in days.

Sara takes both staves in one hand, gripping them tightly in her shaking hand. “I-“ She wipes her eyes with her free hand. “Right,” she says. “I’m going.”

“The good news is,” Sara says, sitting cross legged with her beer in one hand. “I’ve found the root of the problem.”

“And the bad news?” Len asks.

“One,” Sara says. “Mick is still in the cube.”

“Hey,” Mick says, raising his beer.

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it,” Len says, and Mick rolls his eyes in response. “What else?”

“The root is that I’m the worst person, ever, to have ever existed, I’m a monster, and I turned my back on Kendra at the worst possible time and now she hates me for it and that’s fair, you know? Because I am like actually history’s greatest monster.”

“First of all,” Mick says. “That’s me.”

“Oh, you just have to take all the glory,” Sara says.

“And second,” Len says, and Sara notes the small way he rests his hand on the cube’s glass surface. “How did you handle finding out this news?”

“I shut down and left,” Sara says.

“And is that what you did when-“ Len studies Sara’s face. “What? Did you tell her you loved her?”

“I mean-“ Sara gestures, making a slightly pained noise. “Maybe!”

“Yikes,” Mick says.

“Super yikes,” Len adds. “Did she say it back?”

Sara rolls her neck in silence, trying to find an expression that will absolve her of guilt. “Ma- Maybe?”

“Yes or no, Sara,” Len says.

“…Yes,” Sara says. “She said she loved me, too.”

“Okay,” Len says. “And you really thought it was the assassin thing that bothered her?”

“I was comfortable with pretending it was, yeah,” Sara says.

“Wow,” Mick says. “You’re as bad as Leonard.”

“I’m sorry, Michael,” Len says. “Did we suddenly switch to me as the topic? Do you want to let me know how you really feel?”

“Honestly, no,” Mick says. “I’d prefer to just glower at you some more.”

“Oh, that is classic you,” Len says.

“You know, it is kind of reassuring,” Sara says. “That you two are as messy as I am.”

“Excuse you,” Len says. “When Mick told me he loved me, I didn’t then go ‘Oh thank you, how sweet,’ and then vanish off the face of the earth.”

“That’s because you said it first,” Mick says.

“I absolutely didn’t,” Len says.

“You really did,” Mick replies.

“So what do I do?” Sara says. “Tell her I still love her? Beg for her forgiveness?”

“Have you said that you’re sorry?” Len asks. “Even once? Begging is… unseemly. Don’t beg. But perhaps… Just try telling her how much she’s hurting you, too.”

“And maybe she’ll listen,” Mick says. “And maybe she’ll be a complete ass about it and keep bringing up the same points over and over and over again, Leonard, and-“

“You want new points, Michael?” Len says. “I have new points.”

“Please,” Sara says. “Please resolve this. You guys love each other too much to keep doing this.”

“Pot, kettle, et cetera,” Mick says.

“Yeah,” Sara says. “That’s about what I’d expect you to say.”

She leaves them to talk amongst themselves.

On the seventh day, she finds Kendra in the gym, and calls that some kind of sign.

Kendra catches Sara’s eye and pauses, lowering her hands.

“No, it’s-“ Sara crosses her arms over herself. “Don’t go.”

Kendra nods, carefully, keeping herself composed. She takes another whack at the bag. “Hold it for me?”

Sara tries not to leap across the room. Tries to keep her grip steady. “About the other day-“

“I was-“ Punch. “Really harsh. I could’ve- Kept my temper better. I’m sorry I was so mean to you.”

“But did you mean it?” Sara says. “What you said?”

“Yeah,“ Kendra says. “Doesn’t make it okay to lash out like that, though.”

“No, it’s-“ Sara shifts her footing. “If it’s how you felt. You should say it.”

Kendra doesn’t reply. She just hits the bag several times in quick succession, the force of it sliding Sara across the floor.

“You were wrong about something, though,” Sara says. “About me.”

“Yeah,” Kendra says. “I figured.”

“Not like that,” Sara says. “I mean, about me now. I don’t- I’m sorry. If I made you think that I’m. Shut off or insipid or emotionless. If I actively seek out ways to shut myself out. I- Maybe I do. I think I did, anyway. But it- It hurt a lot to hear you say that, is all.”

Kendra pauses. “I didn’t say that to you.”

“You said it to-“ Sara takes a step back from the bag. “I don’t do things because they pain me. I do them because I’m scared. I don’t want to feel pain to feel alive or something I just- I don’t want to feel. I didn’t.”

“I-“ Kendra stands there, arms swaying at her sides. “I don’t know what to say to that.”

Sara nibbles on her lower lip. “Do you have any idea?” Sara asks. “How you affect me?”

“Please don’t start,” Kendra says. “I-“

“No,” Sara says. “What I mean is- There’s no way to be just… just a little in love with you. There’s no way to only kind of have a crush on you. When I’m around you, I can’t think. I say- I do stupid things because I’m like, kind of obsessed with you, I think? I’m sorry. That sounds- That sounds like too much, I don’t know, maybe it is. And I’m- I’m such a piece of shit, Kendra. I’m not even saying that in a funny way. I am genuinely a terrible person. You already had Ray fawning over you. I figured having me around would just make you miserable eventually. That you didn’t need both of us.”

“Sara,” Kendra says, and for the first time in ages, Sara feels a hint of softness in Kendra’s tone.

“I’m sorry,” Sara says. “I’m sorry I hurt you to avoid hurting you, I’m sorry that I know in my heart that I’m not good enough to love you. I’m sorry it’s so easy for me to shut off. I’m sorry I tried to kill you, for fuck’s sake. I’m sorry I somehow tricked you into loving me back. That wasn’t fair, and it would’ve been easier on all of us if- If I’d never pretended I could be with you, you know? If I hadn’t humored it. Because I broke your heart but that’s what I do, Kendra! That’s all I do to people. So like, at least we got it over with. And I came back expecting to be your friend because I thought you’d just get over me, like I’d be nothing to you, I didn’t realize you’d care so much, I didn’t want you to, and-“

Kendra wraps her arms around Sara’s shoulders, pulling her against her chest. She’s trembling, Sara realizes. Crying softly against Sara’s shoulder. “Please don’t leave me again,” Kendra says, “Oh fuck, Sara. Please don’t- I’m sorry. I’ m sorry I was so mean to you, I loved you, I-“

Sara lets out a choked, pent-out sob, tightly embracing Kendra’s waist. “Please don’t hate me,” Sara whispers. “You don’t have to love me but please talk to me, just be around me, please-“

“I love you,” Kendra says. “I do. I’m sorry. I didn’t stop. I wanted to stop because it hurt so bad and I couldn’t, and it just kept building and building and seeing you like that, I thought it meant nothing and I- It just made it so much worse and I wasn’t thinking I was so selfish-“

“No,” Sara says. “Not ever. I was being selfish, I was so selfish and scared and cowardly and-“

“I should’ve noticed,” Kendra says. “I should’ve tried harder to make you stay.”

Sara shakes her head, burying herself in the crook of Kendra’s neck. “I shouldn’t have thought leaving was my best option.”

Kendra strokes her back, rubbing soft circles against her spine. “I’m scared,” Kendra says. “I don’t want you to leave again.”

“You couldn’t pay me to leave you,” Sara says. “You’re the one with wings, anyway. What if you finally get how awful I am and fly away?”

Kendra nuzzles her head against Sara’s head. “I’d never fly away from you,” Kendra says. “I won’t.”

Sara tilts her head back, thinking it’s really kind of unfair for Kendra to be such a soft, pretty crier. “Can I kiss you?”

Kendra breaks into a sort of unabashed grin, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “Please,” she says. “Please kiss me, Sara.”

“It’s been a while,” Sara says. “I might need to relearn.”

Kendra kisses her anyway.

On the eighth day, Kendra lets out a lazy little sigh as Sara runs her hand through her hair.

“Should we train?” Kendra asks, falling into Sara’s touch.

Sara’s silent for a moment, content to watch Kendra’s chest right and fall. She takes in her parted lips, her dark lashes, the veins under her eyes. “Eh,” she says, finally. “Maybe later.”

“Mn,” Kendra says, sliding her hand against Sara’s thigh. “Fine by me.”

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end.

#canaryhawk #lovebirds #lot fic #legends of tomorrow #lotfic #sara lance #kendra saunders #askfic #my fanfiction #doctorlightwood

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verdigrisprowl · 8 years

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Lost Light Stream - Transformers Prime 53-56

Prowl tried to help with the bargain thing Rodimus asked him about a month ago. He decided he wasn’t going to make progress.

Soundwave danced at DDR. It was the most important thing to happen tonight, and perhaps in all Lost Light Stream history.

Welcome to the 'lostlightstream' room. Smokescreen: Delete that! Airachnid: Make me. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Shockbox: [[Unclear. We will see.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: //Not bad. Got to crunch up some rubble back home. Had me a damn good day.// Smokescreen: Don't make me go over there, Spidey. Timeline: they are gonna wonder around now looking up at everyone CptRodimus: *chuckles* The simple thing right? Airachnid: And what are you going to do about it? Airachnid: Cry again? Shockbox: *Hm. He pings an okay. The other is probably busy.* Whirl: Hey, she's on MY couch. If you come over here and start something, I WILL end it, Smokescreen. CptRodimus: We waiting on anyone else? Ima start Smokescreen: Spidey- you wanna fight? I'll fight you later- Airachnid: Fine. Smokescreen: I won't fight her now, but you can't stop me once I'm out of here. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Ain't nothin' like it for when ya gotta work off anger.// ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He is ready when the others are.]] Whirl: I don't care what you two do when you're out of here. Fight, or play tiddly-winks, or do a tango, for all I care. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((sorry if i'm slow, i'm eating dinner and typing lmao)) Smokescreen: And spidey- you win, you can torture. Bruin: *lots of footsteps, woops they were almost late* Whirl: ((Rodimus we watched these last week)) ItsyBitsySpyers: {{It Bruin bot!}} Zoooom. Smokescreen: GEE KNOCK OUT HOW LONG WERE YOU THERE Whirl: ((we did Inside Job through darkest Hour)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((wait yeah we're on S3E1)) Whirl: ((we're on season 3 episode 1!)) CptRodimus: ((rodimus wasnt there >_> he wouldnt know >_> ItsyBitsySpyers: ((OH)) ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Ah. Rodimus, we covered this set.]] Airachnid: Oh but I think I already won. CptRodimus: ...? Smokescreen: waitwaitwait-- can we get to the part where I'm in the sky? Smokescreen: You haven't won! Smokescreen: ...... Shockbox: *is allowing the others to take care of this episode mishap.* Whirl: ((i'll let y'all sort it out, gotta finish up dinner)) Timeline: Timeline is watching with wide optics "what was that? CptRodimus: I swear I havnt shown them its a playlist Smokescreen: geez they really like showing my insides, huh? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[At Dancitron, last week. He thought you might have captain's business keeping you.]] Airachnid: Whatever you say Smokescreen, whatever you say. CptRodimus: You just---- Smokescreen: You haven't won anything, Starscream. CptRodimus: THis one too? Airachnid: Yes. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Yes. Through to after the base was destroyed.]] Smokescreen: Still- I learned something valuable from that! /He's going to turn on his phase shifter and pull out a cube of high grade from his chest./ Timeline: horrifide internal screaming Airachnid: [she's not even going to pass a glace anymore] CptRodimus: ? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[This one and the one following. You are looking for the tape he labeled... hmm]] Bruin: *yay, there's a free shoulder for lazerbeak* Timeline: "WHAT WAS THAT THING HE DID" -they are pointing at smokescreen- ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Darkmount, NV]] Smokescreen: .... Smokescreen: oh primus I remember what's coming up Airachnid: :3c Whirl: *peels up the corner of his cube and huffs it softly, trying to get a scent& CptRodimus: *grumbling to himself* CptRodimus: This one?@ ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Ah, yes. Thank you.]] Smokescreen: .......... ItsyBitsySpyers: [[By the way, your lap ornament has trouble with this set.]] Timeline: "oh that doesn't look nice" ItsyBitsySpyers: [[So you are aware.]] Windchill: *APPEARS* Whirl: *swivels his helm around as soon as Windcill walks in. It's just you and the spider lady tonight* Smokescreen: ... CptRodimus: Mechs tend to with base destruction Smokescreen: poor wheeljack.... FakeProwl: *arrives, belatedly* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Nods to Prowl. Couch?* Shockbox: (( oh that megatron, he's a fine guy. )) Shockbox: (( you could say he's)) Shockbox: (( armless )) Whirl: Okay, I got two questions. First of all--*holds up his cube and looks at Soundwave* What is this? And second of all... where's Frenzy? FakeProwl: *who else is on the couch* Quark: One arm Megatron ItsyBitsySpyers: *Just him.* Windchill: *He's going to sit down while all of this docudrama happens, k* FakeProwl: *then he'll take it* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Quark is also here though.* Smokescreen: HA they sure fragged up at all that- ItsyBitsySpyers: ((which i wasn't sure of because they were so quiet omg i'm sorry)) Timeline: *horrifide face at the screen* FakeProwl: *prowl checked his usual couches and failed to check the rest of the room. what looked like Optimus's corpse distracted him* Whirl: *scoots to make room for Windchill's HUMONGOUS BUTT* FakeProwl: *that's an interesting start* Windchill: *SITS HIS GINORMOUS BUTT DOWN* Smokescreen: .... Windchill: I see you kept it warm for me, thanks. Airachnid: [she's just watching Smokescreen's reaction to all this] Whirl: Of couse. *shifts position and very delicately props his feet up on Windchill* Feel free to make use of my footstool, by the way. *to Airachnid* Timeline: "what is this?1?!" Smokescreen: /He's just starting to curl up already./ ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Frenzy is busy working and that is Praxus Pucker-Up.]] CptRodimus: *pat pat* Airachnid: [she barely heard him at first] I'll keep it in mind Whirl. Shockwave: ((SPRINTS IN AND SLIDES INTO HOME BASE)) Shockwave: ((DID I MISS HIM DID I MISS MY SON)) Whirl: ((SAFE)) Whirl: ((not yet we just started)) ItsyBitsySpyers: //Boss, we gotta get some of these.// ItsyBitsySpyers: [[No.]] Shockwave changed their nickname to Txen. CptRodimus: WHat is what? Windchill: (( Making some elixir of life brb )) Quark: *Walks in and sits down in a near by chair Smokescreen: ........ 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Txen: ((ok when is most dramatic to come in late lululul)) Whirl: *takes another, long sip* This stuff ain't half bad. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Amused bob* ItsyBitsySpyers: ((with your boy, of course)) Whirl: *SNRKS at Prowl* Txen: ((wish i could remember when that is exactly but yeeeeeeeeee)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((the end)) Smokescreen: .... A literally low profile for me FakeProwl: *oh. EXTREMELY belatedly—* Whirl: ((fowler <3 <3 <3)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble stretches out on the couch. If Rodimus' knee is still available, he's using that as a foot rest. If not, he's kicking Smokescreen's leg* FakeProwl: @Rodimus *comm ping* Timeline: -looks up at Rodimus- "An exploding space bridge is a pretty thing to see but after it messy" Whirl: *GOO,D, Rumble. You've been taught well* Smokescreen: /He's still curled up and is trying to ignore the kicking there/ Txen: (("did the trick" aka sold toys)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave shakes his helm. He STILL cannot believe the Vehicon did not think past paint jobs.* Airachnid: [she's still watching Smokescreen] FakeProwl: ((ultra Hasbro marketing technique: "but it's not safe enough. we should change your paint twice a week just to be completely safe.")) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((DON'T GIVE THEM IDEAS)) Smokescreen: /He's not crying yet, though. Sorry, Spidey./ Airachnid: [she can wait, she's a patient arachnicon] Smokescreen: Primus, everyone was going through so much... Windchill: (( Wheeljack, always the damsel in distress. )) CptRodimus: *spoiler flickers* CptRodimus: You never asked them? Windchill: He looks awful. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Heh heh. Yeah, sure. That's some plan he's makin'.// Smokescreen: I didn't really want to tell 'em about what was going on for me then-- Smokescreen: And I mean- I heard bits and pieces, but not thwe whole story. Smokescreen: ....... /Hearing Optimus does get him crying./ ItsyBitsySpyers: ((the one thing that bothered me about this asspull explanation-- ItsyBitsySpyers: ((if he had the phase shifter, he could have had everyone touch him and they would've survived the base explosion)) Txen: ((~asspulls~)) Windchill: (PFFFFT )) Smokescreen: ((I figure smokescreen just didn't think of that)) FakeProwl: ((smokescreen has to be a special snowflake alone or not at all)) Airachnid: [chinhands at Smokescreen] FakeProwl: ((so sayeth the writers)) ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Yes. yes it could.]] Txen: ((*shakes fist at writers*)) Shockbox: (( smh. )) Smokescreen: /Trying to turn away from Airachnid there- uggh/ Shockbox: (( BIRB. )) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Laserbeak remembers this now. She abandons Bruin and tries to worm her way behind Soundwave's back to dock* Txen: ((deploy the cute baby)) boomtank: ((is here now, hai Smokescreen: GOOD JOB JACK YOU RUINED EVERYTHING ItsyBitsySpyers: *He leans forward to give her room to do so before sitting back again* Bruin: *oh bye birb* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Buzzsaw will take her place though* Windchill: *Sighs* FakeProwl: *Prowl thinks he knows how this is going to end for Laserbeak* Airachnid: That's what you get for texting your mother. boomtank: -wanders in a bit late- Windchill: How dare he. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Greetings, Blaster.]] CptRodimus: *waves at blaster* Smokescreen: But-- he could've gotten hurt! And he could've gotten Arcee hurt! Bruin: *and hellooo buzzsaw* boomtank: Hello, Soundwave -and waves back at Rodimus- Whirl: *no real expression on his faceless visage; he just seems to be enjoying his drink* Txen: ((gratuitous slomo)) Airachnid: Why don't you talk to your human friend about that? He IS alive in your universe isn't he? Smokescreen: He is-- I just-- I haven't talked to anyone back on Earth in a while. Smokescreen: Don't really want to tell them about Cybertron and how-- you know. boomtank: ...oh Airachnid: Or you'll start crying again? FakeProwl: *murmurs* Are my audials deceiving me, or is Smokescreen criticizing thoughtless recklessness? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[They do not.]] CptRodimus: BOOM Whirl: HA! Smokescreen: ... Whirl: Nice, ItsyBitsySpyers: *Muffled whirring from behind him. He reaches a feeler behind himself and taps his back* Airachnid: [LAUGHS] Windchill: Obvious. Smokescreen: Airachnid, can you go jump in a scraplet pit CptRodimus: Awesome FakeProwl: Hmm. Imagine that. Whirl: Oh, dang, Laserbeak. Arcee a little to spicy for ya? *sly sidelong look* Bruin: * aw heck not again, sympathetic rumbling noises* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Long, long stare at Whirl.* Whirl: *is he supposed to feel bad for ribbing Laserbeak* Smokescreen: HA Knock Out- really? Txen: ((MY BOY)) Smokescreen: soundwave put those away Whirl: *because he doesn't. It's not like Laserbeak is DEAD* Airachnid: :3c ItsyBitsySpyers: *He may feel whatever he wants. Soundwave will think what he wants.* Smokescreen: why does it have to show those feelers like that Smokescreen: why does this show do that ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Because he was inspecting his deployer.]] boomtank: ...? Windchill: It's history you boob Smokescreen: I know it's history! But does it have to show the feelers like that Smokescreen: BOOB Bruin: *OH FRAG* Shockbox: *he sits up straighter. * Whirl: *surely he expects this sort of cavalier attitude towards violence and injury by now* Windchill: (( Finally my thirst can be quenched. )) Txen: *an unfamiliar figure temporarily fills the doorway. Predaking strides in, flanked by Darksteel and Skylynx. A few seconds later, Shockwave follows, finishing out the little 'royal retinue'* Whirl: Oh, hey! Look who it is, boomtank: -NOPE- Shockbox: *of course his alternate survived, and- oh! speak of the devil.* CptRodimus: Its your all purple people eater ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage temporarily leaps onto Prowl's lap to keep from being squashed by the Predacons as they pass* Smokescreen: :O /Waving at the predacons!!/ Airachnid: [glaring at all of the newfound company] Quark: Wep the table just tilt over to the cons even more Shockbox: *how impeccable, his timing.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *He then hops off again as soon as Soundwave reminds him not to do that.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Greetings, Shockwave.]] Whirl: *blinks and immediately looks at Darksteel; Whirl sits up a little straighter, looking as if he's about to say something... but subsides. That's not the Darksteel he knows* FakeProwl: ((lsdkfjlj. every time i haven't seen shockwave in a while i forget that he doesn't sound like G1 shockwave.)) Whirl: *or, knew* Windchill: *What the heck just walked in?* CptRodimus: Failed to accurrtly hit anything you mean Shocky. Txen: *a coincidence, of course. still, fitting.* FakeProwl: ... Excuse you. *a little warning would have been nice.* Smokescreen: PFFF-- /Offering his servo for a high five for Rodimus/ Shockbox: *he's very distracted by the display, but he pings a greeting over to his alternate.* Windchill: (( Until, one day. )) Shockbox: *he is alone on the wave couch today.* Whirl: *he looks over the others curiously, but returns his attention to the screen, somewhat disappointed* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage dips his helm. That's the best he's got.* Windchill: (( I made contact with Megatron. )) Smokescreen: ... Shockwave sounds almost sad there FakeProwl: *he'll pretend that was an apology.* Whirl: Oh, PLEASE tell me you HIT him, Shockwave. Txen: *Shockwave nods in return to the greetings and ignores the attempts to tease him for his aim* Windchill: It kind of happens when people think you're dead, no big deal. CptRodimus: Dude got left behind, it sucks. boomtank: ((and how many Shockwaves are in the room? Shockbox: (( two. )) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((two)) Smokescreen: I know it does-- boomtank: ((two too many for Blaster ItsyBitsySpyers: //You been left behind, mech?// Whirl: Damn. Missed opportunity. Shockbox: (( his little antennae twitches kill me every time. )) Shockbox: (( excuse me, i need to fan myself. )) Smokescreen: HAH I am so glad for Knock Out existing Smokescreen: just take some of the corn right there Txen: *Predaking scans the room for the open couch most resembling a throne and eases into a seat. DS and Lynx are sniffing curiously. they're all kind of skeptical about this 'spacecraft' thing* Windchill: That would be stealing, Smokes. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He did not know when to stop toying with Starscream.]] Smokescreen: but he needs to eat Windchill: Not that badly, apparently. boomtank: .... Quark: ...........When did we get a Predacon? Whirl: There's only one time to stop toying with Starscream: when you're ready to snuff him. FakeProwl: *maybe this time. trying again.* FakeProwl: *comm ping @Rodimus?* Smokescreen: cryptid ratchet CptRodimus: *ping response* Windchill: It's Sasquatch. Smokescreen: he's even in the bigfoot pose Whirl: ((PFFT)) Whirl: Ratsquatch. Txen: Skylynx: *snorts at Quark* One? Try three. agoodidstraction: what did I miss? Smokescreen: ratchet's a cryptid Windchill: That sounds even worse. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Ah, yes. This.]] Airachnid: You being tortured. Whirl: YOU. Shockbox: *Oh Starscream. So petty.* agoodidstraction: oh good Whirl: *sits up and points at Wheeljack* I got WORDS for you, mech. agoodidstraction: What? Smokescreen: ..... Airachnid: [cackles] Whirl: What the hell was in that cy-gar you gave me> Windchill: ... ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He did see it. That's why he refreshed it.]] Smokescreen: soundwave did you refresh the page there while starwasnt looking Whirl: Last week, I mean. Smokescreen: AHA ItsyBitsySpyers: *NOBODY HEARD THAT* agoodidstraction: Silver, mercury, maybe some other scrap Txen: *Predaking cracks a smirk at Starscreams misfortune* FakeProwl: ... Why would you sabotage Starscream? CptRodimus: @Prowl ::Sup?:: FakeProwl: *he's sitting right here, he heard it* Airachnid: Because why not? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Because he had already defected.]] Shockbox: (( 'because *** starscream' can be a very adequate reason. )) Whirl: It was a drug, wasn't it? It wasn' a NORMAL cy-gar at all. *narrows his optic* You slipped me something! Smokescreen: New drinking game: Take a drink every time Starscream is embarrassing agoodidstraction: Oh great I'm here for this scrap Airachnid: I think we would die if we did that. Bruin: *preemptive exit* boomtank: -once again, NOPE- agoodidstraction: HA FakeProwl: @Rodimus «I apologize for the belated reply. But—what was up with that matter you commed me about? Trading innermost energon for something?» Shockbox: *still rather curious about the path.* Smokescreen: shockwave is actually pretty agoodidstraction: And yeah, Whirl, I thought ya wanted to party FakeProwl: *he's had a busy month* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Appears to have successfully distracted from his vow by mentioning his betrayal. Is pleased* Bruin: *wait. nevermind he didnt even mannage tto get up* Shockbox: *gives smokescreen a look.* Whirl: *eyes Wheeljack warily for a few moments* If you pull something like that on me again, I will gut you. boomtank: -Nope. Nopenopenope, out the door he goes- agoodidstraction: You didn't wanna be high? Shockbox: *it doesn't communicate anything, but it's a look. * Windchill: That smelter is shaped like Whirl: *snip snips a claw* Got it? None of that slag. Ever. Windchill: A BUTT Txen: *cant find what isnt there. unfortunately, wheeljacks mind is exceptionally empty* agoodidstraction: Frag yeah Airachnid: [she'll look forward to that, doesn't blame Whirl for being upset] agoodidstraction: *hey frag u* FakeProwl: At what point did you defect? CptRodimus: @Prowl ::That was--- hella long ago. It's too late now all fragged up.:: Windchill: Do none of these know how to dogfight? Windchill: I'm dissapointed. Whirl: *Whirl should know better than to accept cy-gars from the likes of Wheeljack* Booze though... you can slip me all the booze you like. *relents* Whirl: Of course they don't. They JETS. Whirl: Sadly inferior fliers. FakeProwl: @Rodimus «I'd still like to know what it was about.» agoodidstraction: Alright, then let's do shots. Smokescreen: uh huh, sure starry Whirl: No offense. *nudges Windchill* Smokescreen: /Drink drink drink/ Windchill: We're not usually THAT pitiful. Windchill: That was just obscene. Whirl: Compared to any chopper with his salt, you are. Smokescreen: I'd say drink every time I was embarrassing, but we'd also die with that Windchill: Maybe, but that's not my point. boomtank: -is the heights scene over?- Windchill: Can we compare them to other jets for a second? Windchill: It makes them look even worse. Txen: *Shockwave goes to sit next to Soundwave as always. DS and Lynx spend a minute elbowing each other in excitement before going to help themselves to one of everything from the snack table* Windchill: I don't expect they were even trained. Smokescreen: ..... Shockbox: *you sure about sitting next to soundwave. soundwave isn't on the wave couch.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[After the Omega Lock. When both sides finished destroying Cybertron.]] Shockbox: *and prowl is with him. * Txen: *...isnt he?* Whirl: Of course they weren't--these 'Cons treated their drone warriors like scrap. You think hey'd bother TRAINING THEM? Pfft. Txen: *prowl means nothing and may as well not exist* Whirl: ((also can I say... JEFFREY.... COMBS!!!!)) Smokescreen: ....... Windchill: Depends on who's in charge and when. Windchill: (( ALWAYS. )) Shockbox: *eh, true. but as far as i know, i'm sitting alone.* Whirl: I mean, specifically, the command structure we see HERE. On these documentaries. Whirl: Megatron and his cronies. Smokescreen: Is it that wrong to give up fighting like that? agoodidstraction: Whirl. I'm buyin' drinks. Smokescreen: ................ ItsyBitsySpyers: [[They did not know yet. He coud not tell them. We were... trying to determine what to do.]] Windchill: No argument there. CptRodimus: @Prowl ::Doesn't matter now. Chance is all burned out.:: Windchill: *He's seen the evidence.* Whirl: ... *looks to Wheeljack* If you feel like sliding one my way, I won't say no. Txen: *apparently latecomers dont get the best seats in the house* agoodidstraction: Any special orders? Whirl: Ravage gave me this really good one, though. *waves an atomically sour/acidic drink in the air. Whirl loves it, of course* It's no gaugebuster but it's really tangy. boomtank: -peers back in- ItsyBitsySpyers: ((i thought the wave couch and slendy's couch were the same thing...)) Whirl: Oh, a gaugebuster, definitely. If you can get your hands on one. Windchill: They wiped out as many seekers as they could, so nobody was left who knew how to do anything, or even cared. In terms of aerial troops, I mean. Whirl: *TWO flavors?? IN ONE DAY? THAT'D BE AMAZING* Txen: ((it was only wave couch once there were three waves on it haha)) agoodidstraction: You got it. FakeProwl: @Rodimus «That isn't what I asked, but fine.» Smokescreen: theyre so close I'm so happy for them aaaaaaa?? Whirl: ((true love, bulkhead)) Whirl: ((true love)) Shockbox: (( eh, i don't even know anymore. i know i said i was sitting in my usual spot, and you later went on to say that only quark was sitting with you when prowl wanted to join.* Shockbox: *)) Shockbox: (( so i presumed you weren't on the usual couch. )) FakeProwl: ((schrodinger's wave couch.)) FakeProwl: ((they both are and aren't on the same couch until txen shows up to ask)) Smokescreen: I can't believe Megatron had all the fliers painted in Starscream's colors Txen: ((how long it is grows with every new person to sit on it)) Smokescreen: ... probably after that thing with me ItsyBitsySpyers: ((i thought you meant your boy took his spot near the front of the room again, and i meant quark was in the room, not on his couch lol)) Whirl: I chalk THIS up to incompetent leadership. *gestures to the screen* When you outnumber the 'Bots so, so ridiculously HEAVILY, and you STILL get shown up, I'd say that the deficiency is in quality, not ItsyBitsySpyers: ((the couch is just soundwave's feelers supporting people)) agoodidstraction: *sits by Whirl and pushes over a drink* Bottom's up. Whirl: quantity. But, I'm just calling it as I see it here. Txen: ((ok so shockwave IS sitting in his spot. yes? yes.)) CptRodimus: Why are they throwing f listers at them? Smokescreen: Wheeljack-- can I have a drink, too? Windchill: Well, to be fair. Airachnid: [cackles] agoodidstraction: Come on over, kid. Txen: ((gay)) Whirl: *if Wheeljack wants to sit near Whirl, he'll have to wiggle in between either Airachnid or Windchill* Windchill: You have to be incompetent to systematically destroy your only tactical advantage to begin with, Smokescreen: But Rodimus is a comfy seat Airachnid: [she's not moving] Shockbox: (( yes, let's go with that. and let's solidify the fact that my usual spot is on the wave couch. )) Whirl: Agreed. Thanks, 'Jack. *he will take this drink in the other claw; is this the Gaugebuster of legend? Or a special brew?* Airachnid: [she loves that little smile of Ratchet's] Smokescreen: I miss Ratchet too now and everyone and Airachnid: [so precious] Shockbox: *he greets his alternate when he joins the couch.* agoodidstraction: *he'll just hang around then* CptRodimus: Ratchet is such a Tsudere. agoodidstraction: That's your Gaugebuster, mech. Smokescreen: A what now ItsyBitsySpyers: [[We barely had anyone else to throw at them, Rodimus.]] Txen: *DS perks and stops stacking his plate comically high to look at Whirl* Did somebody say 'Gaugebuster'? agoodidstraction: auuuugh ItsyBitsySpyers: //This fragger, I swear to fraggin Primus...// Smokescreen: ULTAR MGNUSA ItsyBitsySpyers: //Hey! It's me!// boomtank: Magnus boomtank: Is he as strict as the one from my timeline? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[You have no idea.]] Whirl: *hoists his second cube up to toast Darksteel* You know it, mech! Smokescreen: babyking Whirl: *bottoms up; Whirl takes a long pull. He speaks while he's drinking* This is the good stuff. agoodidstraction: Did a lot of timelines have predacons? Shockbox: *Oh, right, shockbox doesn't even know who the predacons are.* Whirl: I dunno if we do. Whirl: Aside from Razorclaw's boys. Smokescreen: HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABYKING Airachnid: Mine had them, but they were not brought back to life by Shockwave. boomtank: Not mine, thankfully Whirl: ((The Baby)) boomtank: Because a class like that would...uh...no. Txen: ((dem claws on shocky tho)) Smokescreen: i wanna pet him Whirl: Oh, hey! *swivels around and nods towards Predaking* It's you! Smokescreen: ... /wait frag predaking's in the room/ Shockbox: *...looks like the rest of the chat has given him all the context he needs to figure out that beasts such as this one are among us at present.* Windchill: A unicorn would have been cooler. Txen: *Predaking blinks– he’d been paying close attention* Indeed. It is I. Bruin: *looking from the screen to the predacons.. oh waohh* Shockbox: *….he approves.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Your majesty.]] *Helm bob* Smokescreen: … Oh yeahhh Shocks has made babies before agoodidstraction: !!!!!!!!!! Whirl: Welcome to movie night, I guess. *toasts predaking with the Gaugebuster* agoodidstraction: why’s everyone obsessed with my energon Windchill: You’re just juicy, dude. Whirl: *SNICKERS* Smokescreen: It’s pretty weird, yeah! agoodidstraction: why me Whirl: Ohh, analogue flight, right? Nice. Airachnid: [she’s glad that this beast doesn’t exist in her universe] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Because you’re an easy target.]] Txen: *inclines helm to Soundwave and Whirl. just his due respect* boomtank: -debating just staying in the hall- Smokescreen: Maybe they’re all vampires but only with your energon CptRodimus: *turn to look at who talked* OH hey– your the dragon? Whirl: ((i hope all of you are ready for Whirl Fanboying Maybe Just a Little)) Txen: ((gdi im so bad at identifiers. that was predaking lol)) Windchill: Maybe there are vampires here, in the room, right now. Txen: ((..also my universe’s predaking has a gnarly missing optic jsyk)) Smokescreen: :O ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave glances at Windchill. What do you know. Who told you.* Whirl: Better watch out, Wheeljack. Windchill: *There’s at least one bloodsucker in here that he knows of.* Whirl: *he’s gonna chug his super-sour drink so he can nurse the GB* Txen: ((snif did you miss darksteel asking about gaugebusters)) Smokescreen: Hope there aren’t any though- that’s pretty weird! Whirl: ((Nah, Whirl responded!)) Windchill: But there might be. CptRodimus: Maaaaaaaaaaaagnus Smokescreen: ughrhghh magnus why Txen: ((darn i missed it)) agoodidstraction: I’m not an easy target, frag you Txen: (sorry)) boomtank: Ah. That’s Magnus. Whirl: ((he toasted Darksteel, drank, and said while drinking [like a weirdo] basically, THIS IS THE BEST__ Whirl: Oh, NO. OH NO. Whirl: IT’S MAGNUS. Smokescreen: ... still miss seeing him though Whirl: Oh nooooo. I thought I was free. I can't believe this. How could you do this to me, Soundwave. Whirl: ((you're fine dude, it's hectic 8) )) boomtank: You can have mine ItsyBitsySpyers: //You ain't never free from him. I mean, me.// Whirl: *begins to continue lamenting but just snickers instead. Dammit Rumble* Smokescreen: ME ITS ME agoodidstraction: One, two, three *chugs* Whirl: Now, Wheeljack. You said you weren't an easy target... but does this mean you do admit to Windchill's charges? Whirl: *finishes chugging and fixes Wheeljack with the most serious optic of all* Are you juicy? Smokescreen: ... GEE HI SPIDEY Airachnid: Alternate. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Haaaaa!// Windchill: Maybe we should bite him and find out. agoodidstraction: I AM juicy Smokescreen: :o agoodidstraction: I'm the juiciest Whirl: I'll leave you that honor, Windchill, as I'm lacking the necessary biting bits. *snorts and ses his empty cube aside; time to hunch over his drink and savor the bouquet* Smokescreen: wheeljuicy Whirl: Oh, wow. Txen: DS: *he and Lynx plop down on the floor near Whirl with giant plates of snacks.* Most of you bipeds don't seem too good at handling that kind of fuel. *sniffs at the nearby bots* Whirl: Nice. Windchill: 'K, I'll bite the heck out him. CptRodimus: NEAT CptRodimus: Firebreathing! Shockbox: *really studying how predaking's fire breathing works.* agoodidstraction: why didn't I get dragons? Smokescreen: man predaking must be really warm and cozy and great for cuddling Whirl: *nods distractedly, watching the screen* Yeah. I've got next to no sense of taste, most of the time. *looks down properly* So stuff like this is heaven sent. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Perhaps Rodimus should show off a bit for the Predacons later. Have a flame on moment.* Airachnid: Do you have... negative surivival instincts? Whirl: But I got to actually taste it once. Liked to knock me unconscious. In short--it was GREAT, boomtank: -yup. Staying in the hall- Txen: PK: *snorts at Smokescreen's comment* agoodidstraction: I'm a Wrecker Smokescreen: ... Look- I'm not gonna go over and cuddle with Preds right now, but if Predaking ever sounded interested, I'd be 1000% down Whirl: *those WINGS though* Smokescreen: ... Also hi Preds! How're you doing? agoodidstraction: frag Txen: DS: Right??! *shares Whirls tastes in obscenely strong = awesome, apparently* CptRodimus: *laughs* I wonder who is hotter. Me or him? Txen: Predaking: Well, thank you. Smokescreen: You're hot in different ways! agoodidstraction: I'm cool CptRodimus: I bet me. Windchill: I'm hotter than either of you. CptRodimus: Iam hottest in a few ways. *winks at SS* Smokescreen: Aw- you're welcome! ... Seriously, if you're ever interested in cuddling, comm me. Bruin: Oh hot damn *can cybertronians drool, cause Brbuin is totaly doing the equivalent rn* CptRodimus: *looks over windchill* Not my flavour for that size. agoodidstraction: Cuddle pile Windchill: Your loss. Whirl: *LOOK AT HIM FLY* ItsyBitsySpyers: *They probably can and apparently some in here wouldn't blame him* Whirl: *IT'S FANTASTIC* Txen: Predaking: *looks a little taken aback by this offer* Whirl: I tend to run cool, myself. But yeah. If you guys have any other special brews like this--*waggles the cube at Darksteel* Let me know, mech. agoodidstraction: good to know every version of me *** hates magnus hahahaa ItsyBitsySpyers: [[You have no idea.]] Whirl: Arrgh I'm not nearly drunk enough to deal with Ultra Magnus. *TIME TO CHUG* agoodidstraction: Same agoodidstraction: I'm gettin seconds FakeProwl: *all right. he tried with Rodimus first and got a complete non-answer. Next.* agoodidstraction: Hey PROWL FakeProwl: *is going to ignore that* Smokescreen: /Giving Predaking a friendly grin and a thumbs up!/ agoodidstraction: Don't be a *** Prowl Whirl: Mech. You've got some moves. *swivels his helm to nod at Predaking* agoodidstraction: Prowl Whirl: Nice flying, ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage mutters something that might be a compliment about Predaking's tracking abilities. Even if they are inferior to his own.* Smokescreen: wheeljack no Whirl: ((predaking shows up,. everyone compliments him. he feels like the king he is. a good night)) Txen: DS: *shakes his helm* We can't make anything that good. Predacons just know how to hunt and eat things raw. So One-eye's lap ornam--- uh. We trade for it. Txen: ((A GOOD NIGHT)) Windchill: How is it that this spacecraft can't outrun an analog flier? Bruin: That was.. impressive agoodidstraction: It's a *** spacecraft Whirl: He must be that good. Windchill: *Was not impressed.* agoodidstraction: old grandpa cruiser Airachnid: Or it's a very slow ship. Whirl: *snickers--he caught that* So WHO is in charge of this brew, again? FakeProwl: @Soundwave «About a month ago Rodimus contacted me asking about a trade with Shockwave involving innermost energon? I redirected him to you. Did he comm you about it?» ItsyBitsySpyers: *WAS monitoring the frequencies closely. Decided not to say anything.* Windchill: It made it from Cybertron and back within a human lifetime, it can't be that slow. Txen: Predaking: *bows to your superior experience, oh small but mighty hunter* Windchill: Or from Cybertron to Earth, I mean. ItsyBitsySpyers: *WELL THEN. Ravage is pleased. He lifts his chin and closes his optics* CptRodimus: Magnus and his sudden dramatic earth arrivials. Ha. Whirl: Well. Slipspace travel isn't the same as flying through an atmosphere. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Affirmative. Smokescreen: stop calling him an it Starscream agoodidstraction: ((a friend of a friend introduced me to raf's voice actor last year andwe had ramen and text about guild wars. he is a cutie patootie omg)) Smokescreen: actually starscream just stop Windchill: Assuming that's what he did, it wasn't specified. Shockbox: (( holy ***, that's great. )) Whirl: ((omg)) Smokescreen: ((:OO NICE Windchill: *Frowns.* Whirl: I'd assume so. Whirl: *dramatically sighs and flops; half on windchill, and half on airahcnid. Sorry, Airachnid* I'm gonna need to bring more booze next time. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «What was that all about? I was about to start construction in Iacon so I couldn't ask him for more details. And now he doesn't feel like enlightening me.» Windchill: You need MORE? agoodidstraction: *halfway done with second cube* Txen: Predaking: *pleased by the compliments, but preening is beneath him* At this point, it was instinct more than skill. We Predacons come from a long legacy of apex predators. Airachnid: [she doesn't mind too much] Txen: ((sorry im so slow lmao)) Whirl: I need to be sloshed to deal with Magnus. Whirl: ((dude u fine)) Txen: Predaking: *tempted to growl when his onscreen counterpart did* agoodidstraction: This is *** why is everyone alive Airachnid: I do not blame you. Windchill: You guys are weird. agoodidstraction: What's this *** Smokescreen: ... okay sounds did you notice that I was dragging a hammer through darkmount and not say anything or did you frag up Windchill: He doesn't bother me. Smokescreen: ..... NO. CptRodimus: Awe, c'mon Magnus isn't bad once he chills abit. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave points at the screen* Smokescreen: OPTIMUS. NO. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He knew what you were doing.]] Smokescreen: no no no no no boomtank: .... Whirl: Hey, if that was all instinct, then it's all the more impressive, mech. Airachnid: [chinhands in Smokescreen's direction] Smokescreen: ...... Windchill: Maybe you shouldn't have SMASHED IT THEN. Smokescreen: /Dangit no he's crying again./ Txen: DS: *shifting sheepishly in his seat when Whirl tells him to continue* Uh, you know... *drops his voice to a stage whisper, not that that works* Soundwave. The energon setup there is pretty -sweet.- Whirl: You and me are gonna hafta agree to disagree, Rodimus. He might be YOUR buddy, but he's not MINE. agoodidstraction: Smokey *hic* Airachnid: I do agree, if he wanted to restore Cybertron with it, she shouldn't have broken it. Smokescreen: all of you shhhh Windchill: No you shhh. Smokescreen: ... wheeljack Smokescreen: you shhh! Optimus knew what he was doing! He had to! Txen: ((*fart noise that sounds like 'op shouldve died instead of cockteasing it for five episodes straight*)) CptRodimus: *optic rolls* Well you get he is my buddy. Dont keep bashing him. agoodidstraction: ((omfg)) Smokescreen: ......... agoodidstraction: C'mere, want a sip? Whirl: *snickers; he is NEVER, EVER gonna forget Soundwave being called Shockwave's lap ornament. It is a thought that will amuse him in dark times. It will warm his spark and make him laugh in darkest hours Windchill: (( I hate that they dropped this plot thread jfc. )) CptRodimus: Orly, smokes? Smokescreen: ........... Airachnid: [LAUGHS HYSTICALLY] Smokescreen: /He's going over for that drink. And to curl up./ Whirl: *and since you can read his mind, Soundwave, YOU KNOW THIS* Yeah, I've spent some time at Dancitron. Prety cool. Not my kinda music, or my kinda scene, but it's not too bad. Txen: Skylynx: *noisily gobbling his plateful of snacks by just sticking his face into the pile* boomtank: Yeah, I'd have that look too CptRodimus: OPtimus told you... not the matrix? Airachnid: [MORE LAUGHER] Whirl: ((weh that's when it freezes for me)) boomtank: Leadership is a pain Smokescreen: /Chugchugchug he's trying to not answer anything/ Windchill: It's not that bad. boomtank: Really? Whirl: Oh my god. He's so HORRID. agoodidstraction: *** you magnus Whirl: Someone save me. *floops more* Windchill: Ewwww Whirl's touching me! boomtank: In my experience, it kinda is Windchill: *CRINGES.* Smokescreen: I think that was the one mistake Optimus mamde back there- Windchill: Maybe you don't have enough experience, then. Whirl: *rubs his feet all over Windchill's belly* Txen: Darksteel: *is a rude boy who's pushing his luck* We don't have -anything- like it on our planet yet. *theyre all wee bebes who see a nightclub and go AHHHHHH WHAT MAGIC IS THIS* Windchill: *Makes wretching sounds.* boomtank: ....right. We'll go with that. Txen: ((the preds are all like, 4 years old lmao SO INEXPERIENCE)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((okay i'm trying to get caught up in chat ONE: roddy since rodimus did not tell him it was a secret and he was there when the offer was made anyway would it be horrible if he told Prowl)) Windchill: *Shrugs while making wretching sounds. Sorry, dude, he's from Vos and Born Opinionated.* Whirl: *calmly continues his convo with Darksteel while rubbing his feet on Windchill and flopping on poor Airachnid* I think we used to, but I never went to places like that, myself. Airachnid: Then I think the Matrix needs a new set of standards. boomtank: -led what was left of the Autobots against Megatron when all other oficers were captured or killed- Whirl: You should travel, mech. See the multiverse. Smokescreen: I hate you Airachnid. Airachnid: :3c Smokescreen: ... But you're right. CptRodimus: ((rodimus already asummes anything he tell SW isnt pirvate anymore then no it will not make anymore issues Windchill: *Can't believe Whirl is mauling his stomach.* Whirl: *what part of this is not believeable* Windchill: *Well, to start with, Whirl is not believable. He is a myth.* Windchill: *A FANTASY.* Airachnid: [she's just going to pet Whirl, she wants to keep her servos preoccupied] Windchill: *If u know what I mean.* Whirl: *Whirl is obviously a cryptid* Smokescreen: Rodimus-- the matrix makes mistakes sometimes, right? ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Life creation. Txen: Darksteel: *grin is more like a grimace* Maybe one day. Right now I gotta think of the kids. Windchill: *The song of his people.* Whirl: *WHAT THE DICK HE'S BEING PETTED. ...allows this* FakeProwl: @Soundwave «... Elaborate?» Whirl: *blinks; the tableau before Darksteel is even more ridiculous now* The kids? Oh--yeah, Shockwave talked about them, I think. You've got little Preds running around? Windchill: *Faintly offended that they're being referred to as seekers, but whatever.* CptRodimus: Ever met a purple Blurr, Smokescreen? Pretty sure Primus can *** up. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): This one's, Shockwave's timelines have protomatter creation knowledge. Txen: DS: *w/e hes in a babypile half of the day anyway* Yup! Sure do. Smokescreen: Purple Blurr? Blurrple? Whirl: Shockwave made 'em, right? We've still not gotten past the wholle 'how to repopulate' problem. CptRodimus: *chuckles* Txen: Skylynx: *chokes a little* I fraggin' HOPE he didn't make them... Whirl: Then who did? CptRodimus: Well... still got that silly weakness Bruin: Ooooh ouch Txen: DS: *laughs* Naw, mech. He created -us-. We, uh. Handled the rest. Whirl: Oh, damn. *LAUGHS* Smokescreen: But-- you know-- he made a mistake on this part in the documentary with me, right? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave sits up slightly* CptRodimus: Ice cubed Whirl: Looks like they put you on ice, Predaking! ItsyBitsySpyers: *He likes watching this part quite a bit.* Shockbox: *is paying extremely close attention now.* CptRodimus: Primus Whirl: *looks back down to Darksteel, staring blankly for a moment* Ohhh. You guys propagate on your own, ight? Neat. Smokescreen: ........ CptRodimus: PPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFT Windchill: (( WHY AM I LAUGHING AT THAT SOUND. )) Txen: Predaking: *slight optic roll* I am susceptible to extreme shifts in temperature. It is of no permanent consequence. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «"Protomatter"?» Windchill: (( Sorry OP but your death throes amuse me. )) Smokescreen: ............ alpha trion was also-- ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): ...Basic living metal. Cybermatter. Protoform material. Smokescreen: how can two mechs and the matrix be so wrong CptRodimus: magnus is still awesome to watch. boomtank: -okay, back inside the room, again- ItsyBitsySpyers: *Quietly taps the inky mesh of his middle with a feeler claw. This stuff.* Txen: DS: *nods* Where we're from, most of the more beastlike bots do. Bruin: Aw frag, thatt wont end well Whirl: Pfft, and they have the nerve to call YOU guys primitive. You can do things we CAN'T. boomtank: HOW Txen: DS: That's what I'm always SAYING! *this guy gets it* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Such a good part.* Whirl: Oh, hey! Even you're getting in on it, Shockwave! Shockbox: *very good.* Whirl: Nice gun. Shockbox: (( i like how most of his dynamic actions actually do send shockwaves.)) Windchill: (( I live for the Shockwave fights. )) FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Ah. That's... if we're talking about the same thing, I believe it's called sentio metallico here. The material that surrounds a spark to make a new frame. That's what you can make?» Txen: Shockwave: The circumstances had become sufficiently dire to necessitate direct involvement. Windchill: He's dead, Jim. Whirl: Either way, have fun babysitting. *snorts and 'toasts' Darksteel again; it's so weird to talk to someone so familiar and yet a stranger* boomtank: -Then again, Blaster would never try jumping from any height. They terrify him- Txen: Shockwave: *has good shock absorbers. very good shock absorbers* ItsyBitsySpyers: *The feeler then drops to his side to, oh, I don't know. Pinch Shockwave's leg ever so secretly.* Whirl: *leeeans back again more. Slowly folds up his leg. Slowly. Extends it, pointing like a ballerin... for Windchill's face* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Correct. Windchill: *Stares.* Windchill: *This is it, this is how he dies. Toe to the face.* Whirl: Are you any good? *to Shockwave* Shockbox: *they're like arperture science level shock absorbers* Txen: Shockwave: *antennae perk. looks curiously over at S-- ah. Whirl* "Good?" Whirl: Can you fight worth a damn? FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Shockwave was offering—what, a sample of it? In exchange for a sample of someone's innermost energon?» boomtank: ....? Windchill: (( Starscream what do your elf eyes see. )) Airachnid: ALLLLLL)) ItsyBitsySpyers: //It ain't Skyfire.// FakeProwl: ((they're taking the autobots to nevada)) agoodidstraction: ????? boomtank: Wait Whirl: PFFT. agoodidstraction: this happened? Whirl: *BURSTS OUT LAUGHING* boomtank: Optimus got wings? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He got... well, everything]] CptRodimus: ...NICE Windchill: Why am I not surprised? boomtank: Or a jet pack? boomtank: Wow... Whirl: Wait, wait--wait. The Autobot's in you guys' dimension--they DID have fliers, didn;t they? *the foot has landed. Poke the cheek* Airachnid: [LAUGHS TOO, STILL NOT OVER IT] CptRodimus: SOMEONE HIT ME WITH THAT HAMMER agoodidstraction: robust Windchill: That's a long story. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Was always oddly uncomfortable with that upgrade. He likes big bots. He dislikes the Prime. Dilemma.* Airachnid: The Autobots had a few flyers. Shockbox: *to gay or not to gay, that is the question.* Whirl: Huh. We've always had plenty. Weird. Smokescree: THER WE GO what did I miss Windchill: Most of them were defected Decepticons, in my dimension. Smokescree: ....... Also Rodimus no Whirl: *shockwave no* Txen: ((dang i dcd. did my posts not post)) Whirl: *stop being attractive* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Small nod at Prowl* agoodidstraction: he is pretty huge Airachnid: [still laughing at the way Optimus looks] Smokescree: I'm glad Megatron didn't know about this stuff until recently, at least. ItsyBitsySpyers: //No way, Rodimus. You wanna look like a brick wall?// Whirl: Lord. That's embarrassing. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Wouldn't be racin' no more like that.// Whirl: Yeah, Rodders, you're better off staying the way you are. A good racer is better than a bad flier, any day. Txen: Shockwave: Taking into consideration that I am not a professional soldier, my fighting abilities are adequate. Windchill: *Nods. Even he'll agree to that.* Windchill: PFFFT. Smokescree: I don't think he looks so bad-- he's got a couple of my features? Like the thing on his chest and the extra biolights and-- It's weird Whirl: *just. pushed up against the cheek* Airachnid: Especially when you look like a bloated space shuttle. Bruin: *plating flared out, kibble up. Shockwave never to be underestimated* Whirl: Not too shabby. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Why did Rodimus want a sample? If it's your equivalent of our sentio metallico, then we already know what it is. Unless there's reason to think yours is significantly different than ours.» Smokescree: spidey I will eat you agoodidstraction: Haha CptRodimus: I bet if I had wings I'd out fly you whirl! Airachnid: :3c ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Replication knowledge. Whirl: NOTHING with wings can outlfy me. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave glances over at Shockwave. Tell him you were that steady.* Txen: ((COOL as a *** cucumber)) Windchill: *He's trying to sputter and there's practically a foot in his mouth. Don't complain if he spits on you, Whirl.* Shockbox: *astounded by the calmness of his alternate* Whirl: ((LIKE A BOSS)) Windchill: Depends on what you mean by that, bro. Txen: Shockwave: *are there iterations of himself who are -not- that steady?* FakeProwl: @Soundwave «... Ah. And Shockwave wanted innermost energon in return?» *unspoken: he ONLY wants innermost energon??* «Why did the trade break down?» Whirl: Go fatser than me? Maybe. But as far as moves goes, sorry Rodders. All the upgrdes in the world won't help you. *preens shamelessly* ItsyBitsySpyers: *He's met a few.* Shockbox: *shockblast, for one.* Whirl: (9FOWLER IS SO GOOD FFF)) Whirl: ((BEST)) Smokescree: ..... I want to hug optimus FakeProwl: ((shockblast does not count. he has anger management issues.)) agoodidstraction: My Optimus never got yolked Smokescree: i miss him i really miss him I- /Dangit it's happening again he's tearing up/ agoodidstraction: Smokes Txen: Shockwave: *mmh. a shame. perhaps they do not have allies that can be relied upon to form a bridge in time* Windchill: (( I HATE that we had the S2 ending that gave the cons such huge advantage only to spend the entirety of S3 just returning it to the previous status quo, waste of time. )) Airachnid: [and she's watching Smoke. again.] Whirl: ((yeah.....)) ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Correct. Requested material not possible. Whirl: ((but the multi part setup wasn't too bad)) Txen: ((tfp didnt understand stakes)) FakeProwl: @Soundwave «... Why not?» Airachnid: TFP didn't understand a lot of things)) Whirl: *retracts his foot at last* Txen: ((now any time the stakes get risky optimus just flies in and overpowers anything thats not predaking)) FakeProwl: ((tfp didn't even understand what it had written half the time)) CptRodimus: *long hard look at whirl* Nah--- bet I would. If I have even half my skills fro mthe ground <3 Whirl: *...is he still being petted. Because if he is he is staying put, but if not, he's gonna sit up like a civilized creature* Airachnid: [yes he is] Txen: ((...only two eps tonight? :'0)) agoodidstraction: ((didn't they get a new director and make the writers cram everything into only 13 eps)) Windchill: (( Too busy selling toys + executive meddling + no actual writing team, just people pushing their own agendas. )) CptRodimus: ((there was three ItsyBitsySpyers: ((that was four heheh)) Txen: ((oh wait damn im wrong)) FakeProwl: ((yep)) agoodidstraction: ((we could've had SEASPRAY damn it. wj would have been so happy)) Airachnid: yeah season 3 was a mess)) Txen: ((WHAT how time flies)) boomtank: ((aw Windchill: *His mouth will never taste the same.* CptRodimus: *claps* There we go. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Thank Primus. He's not ready to face the upcomng memory yet.* Whirl: Pfft, in your dreams. *doing his best to look dignified while being petted and failing* You wouldn't even IMPRESS me, much less outmatch me. CptRodimus: Hey SMokes Windchill: *STRETCHES.* Shockbox: *well, tonight's showing sure has been...enlightening.* Whirl: You out, mech? Shockbox: *but he'll be leaving earlier than usual.* Smokescree: /He's just going to keep curling up here/ Bruin: *well that was something. He's just gonna eye the predacons because wow* Txen: *the preds are like wtf is wrong with petting. being petted is the BEST. ...when you ask for it. no funny moves smokescreen* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave bobs his helm to Shockbox. He figures he'll be getting questioned soon....* Windchill: *Stretches leg into the air.* Windchill: *So fancy.* Shockbox: *in a non-public setting, most likely.* Whirl: *Whirl didn't ask but he is not complaining. Airachnid has lovely fingers* Txen: Predaking: *'wow' is the acceptable response to a specimen of his stature and grace, yes* Smokescree: /He's not gonna try petting NOW at least. seeing Optimus like this again hurt a lot/ ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ah well. It had to happen sooner or later.* boomtank: Smokescreen? Are you okay over there? Shockbox: *he doesn't bother to take any energon with him this time.* Whirl: We going for one more? Or are we breaking for tonight? agoodidstraction: *head on table* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Unknown. Autobot morals, insufficient supply, other. Shockbox: *in any case, he pings goodbye. as he makes an exit.* FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Hmm. What were the *precise* terms of the trade? And why wasn't something else simply proposed instead?» CptRodimus: We are done for hte night Windchill: That felt really short. Txen: *shockwave nods farewell to the alternate and keeps an eye on the two preds near whirl in case they Get Rowdy* Windchill: Maybe I wasn't paying enough attention. CptRodimus: *pulls out a datapad to play games on* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble peeks at the games if he can* Smokescree: /Shaking helm some in Blaster's general direction but not actually speaking. Dangit this is embarrassing/ Whirl: *if they do you'd better count on Whirl to egg them on* Airachnid: [she's still watching Smoke] Whirl: *to Windchill* You were probably distrcted. *by his feet; he looks to the Preds* You guys should come back, sometime. Whirl: We could use some Preds to liven the place up. boomtank: Do you need someone to talk to? CptRodimus: ((wher eis smoescreen at? sorry chat is moving really fast Windchill: Yeah, now that I think about it, I probably was. Smokescree: /He hasn't really moved much- probably still on rodimus unless rodimus moved?)) Windchill: *Partially due to FEET.* Txen: DS: Heh. Well, we were thinkin' about coming in for our parts at least. Uh. I mean, 'His Majesty's' parts. -We- ain't in it till the very end. Windchill: *Partially being lost in his own mindscape, the final frontier.* CptRodimus: ((nah smokey is getting a gamer hug rn then since rodders started playing a game on his datapad Txen: DS: *downright unfair if you ask him* CptRodimus: *mummers* Hey Smokey. agoodidstraction: zzz ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Innermost energon samples, sources: four/more outliers. After debate, other unusual mutations, spark readings also accepted. Whirl: PFFT! You actually call him MAJESTY? Whirl: *LAUGHS* Whirl: *who knows what wonders await us all in Windchill's mind* Windchill: *Raises eyebrows.* Smokescree: ... /Leaning up to Rodimus, still all curled up/ Bruin: *would buzzssaw object to helm scritches? Bruin is going to find out* Windchill: *Fart sounds, we've established this.* Txen: *they both shush Whirl urgently before His Kingliness notices hes being made fun of* FakeProwl: @Soundwave «... Huh.» *an odd request.* «Why?» ItsyBitsySpyers: *If Bruin asks, he may give one (1) helm scritch. If he surprises Buzzsaw, he'll get activated chainsaw wings (but no damage yet) instead* Windchill: *Windchill will fight his Kingliness, nobody tells Whirl what to do.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Buzzsaw is one of the minis who don't like surprise touches* Whirl: *he does subside, but no faster than he feels like* That is HILARIOUS. Txen: Skylynx: Look. We got to, all right. You don't know how he gets. Txen: DS: Don't mean we can't be sarcastic about it. CptRodimus: I gave optimus mack the matrix too. Txen: Predaking: *sarcasm what is sarcasm* Windchill: Wow. Bruin: *very slow moving han, making it obvious where he's reaching*This okay? Whirl: You'll neve, ever catch ME simpering up to someone just because he likes to think he's royalty. But, I'm not a Pred, so I guess it does't matter. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Shockwave.... many, MANY millions. Most genetic data already learned, understood. New knowledge, higher understanding sought. Educational. Entertaining. Smokescree: I mean- I didn't really take it in the first place... Is it a mistake to not to do that now? ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Soundwave has seen own. Fascinating. Txen: Skylynx: Ehh. *scratches cheek* It's like. A "pack thing." *air quotes* And the sooner you kiss a little aft, the easier he gets to live with. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Buzzsaw floats juuuuust a little lower to permit the hand. Briefly.* Windchill: Better to kick his aft, if he's gonna act like that. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «... Is there any danger to the people whose innermost energon is handed over?» ItsyBitsySpyers: }}Be certain you do not mistake me for a pet. I simply enjoy the sensation.{{ Txen: DS: Uh, were your optics shut during that show? *snorts* We tried, once. Whirl: Hey, you know what? I ain't even gonna judge you guys. boomtank: -Okay, no need for him now, Rodimus has this- Windchill: I saw everything, I think. Whirl: Do what you gotta to keep high command from breathing down your neck. But someone who wants THAT level of DEFERENCE from me's gotta EARN it. CptRodimus: *shrugs* All that matters is that you listened to your Spark Smokescreen. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Minor innermost energon loss. Privacy matter: full genome inspected. No other dangers expected. Windchill: *It's an unfair assessment, he still outweighs even Predaking, so. His perception regarding kickable aft is a little different than most people's.* boomtank: -Back to listining to music- CptRodimus: @Boom *pings a <3* Whirl: *whirl will 100% fight Predaking. He will probably lose but he will enjoy every second of it* Whirl: *an aerial battle against someone like THAT? HOT DAMN SIGN HIM UP* Bruin: I would never. Spotter and Lazerbeak enjoy it so guessed you might as well. *one scritch and he'll stop* Smokescree: Well-- of course. I can't be a prime- I'd be bad at it! I'd get someone hurt and I know it and I don't want to hurt anyone because of my own mistakes CptRodimus: *rueful smile* It sucks. Txen: DS: It's not like we gotta grovel or nothing. He's just touchy about titles. *and he wouldnt admit it, but honestly... the guy does an okay job at leadership when he's not being a pompous aft* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Approving whistle. A wise mech, this Bruin. He can see why his sister floats nearby some nights.* Windchill: *Is a little more interested in Smokescreen's dilemma than Predacon problems, now.* Windchill: Listen, dude. boomtank: -Blinks but pings back a ':)'- CptRodimus: ((they are talking softly to eachother Whirl: *Whirl's just Extra Rebellious, don't worry, Darksteel* Fine, fine. But still. Principle of the thing. *he also might be slightly tipsy* Windchill: (( Whoops sorry, I couldn't tell. I keep getting up and missing blocks of chat. >:U )) CptRodimus: ((at least rodimus is. certinally not a thing he would have just anncounced to a room Txen: DS: *scraggletooth grin* If you care that much about it, you could always take a shot. FakeProwl: *a moment of silence as Prowl contemplates that.* @Soundwave «I can see why Rodimus balked. Taking another's innermost energon is... a questionable endeavor. Taboo, depending on the circumstances.» CptRodimus: ((it be pretty clear Smokey is upset thou! Whirl: I'd do it for fun, mech. Whirl: *lowers his voice* Soounds like a hell of a time. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Do you think he would be willing to accept something else?» Smokescree: ((smokescreen might be a bit louder because bad at controlling volume while crying)) Whirl: *lowers his voice YET AGAIN to a hoarse whisper* And I like to fight. CptRodimus: (9^^ I say they can hear Smokescreen but not rodimus? Whirl: *lowers his voice TO EVEN EVEN MORE LUDICROUS DEGREE* It's basically all I'm good at. That and singing karaoke. CptRodimus: ((that fine Smokey-mun? Windchill: *Chin, meet hands.* Smokescree: ((that's fine!!)) ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Soundwave knows energon taboo. Native planet has own versions. Taboo clinging not understood; Prowl's timeline gives in survival hope. This, literal survival hope. CptRodimus: ((so they all can see smokey upset and tearing up while rodimus and mummeringly softly at him ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Regardless... other items accepted, IF suitable. Txen: DS: *leans in, taking it seriously until that last bit startles a laugh* We're Predacons. We -all- like to fight. Whirl: *snickers back* That's why I like you guys. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((... can rumble hear if he's right nearby or is it really murmury murmuring?)) CptRodimus: ((would soundwave know the other item--- nvm i dont care about the details at this point Whirl: I used to be pals with another Darksteel--from a different timeline. *nods to Darksteel* It's... weird. Meeting the same people from other dimensions. But not a bas weird, necessarily Whirl: *bad CptRodimus: ((rumble can hear them he is right next time :D ItsyBitsySpyers: *Then Rumble can hear but is keeping his mouth shut for the moment.* Txen: DS: Huh. Never met another ME before... What was I like?? CptRodimus: *idle takes one of smokey's hand and start to make it dance to the beat* ItsyBitsySpyers: *He doesn't care for Smokescreen much but he knows embarrassing Rodimus won't win him any points for his application* CptRodimus: *a twitch of a grin* Windchill: *Makes snoring sounds, he's starting to get irritated for no rational reason.* FakeProwl: *hmm. what does Prowl feel safe giving...?* Txen: Shockwave: *well. movie night is over. he shifts in preparation to stand up* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Oh no you don't. Another hidden pinch with the feeler claw that is still right by that leg* FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Would Tarantulas's innermost energon be of sufficient interest to him?» Smokescree: /Letting Rodimus take his hand, but still mostly curled up/ CptRodimus: *this make happen* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave leans back so Prowl can see Shockwave better and keeps looking at him. Try asking.* FakeProwl: *maybe not, considering that if Shockwave asked, Tarantulas would polish Shockwave's pedes with his own innermost energon for nothing in return; but it's worth checking.* Whirl: He was real cool, mech. *nods slowly; Whirl is actually somewhat sad to have lost him* Once, we both got blackout drunk and went on a rampage through a space station. Whirl: Spent the whole rest of the next day trying to piece it all together. Whirl: ...*perks up suddenly* Ravage! You're on-screen! ItsyBitsySpyers: =That poor feline.= ItsyBitsySpyers: =Filthy biped.= Smokescree: ?? /Smokescreen's not tearing up mostly because he's completely confused about what Rodimus is doing here/ Whirl: O,h come on, that;'s not so bad. If I was a cat, I'd let someone do that. Txen: Shockwave: *startles slightly when pinched. caught partway into stand-mode, he pauses, then sits back down. apprently, his presence is required* CptRodimus: *a soft purring laugh* Windchill: Cats are so patient. Txen: DS: Oh. I did that once. *nods somberly, mouth pursed* At Dancitron. Didn't end so good. ItsyBitsySpyers: =Lucky for you.= CptRodimus: ((thats totally is what rodimus is doing to smokey ItsyBitsySpyers: *He'd be clawing someone's optics out by now* Whirl: Rodimus? Can I make a request? CptRodimus: *laughing* Yeah? boomtank: -snickers at the sight- Whirl: *it's easy for whirl to say, he's not a cat* CptRodimus: *this is laughing therapy* FakeProwl: ((what a patient cat)) CptRodimus: *for the smokes lol* Windchill: (( I love them so much. )) boomtank: ((cat looked like about ready to do some murder Smokescree: /he's so confused right now and might be trying to squirm out of this!/ Whirl: HEH. I had a grand old time. FakeProwl: *sends Soundwave a comm ping that's the digital emotional equivalent of a mildly displeased blep face.* «Fine.» Txen: Predaking: *mystified. is this human entertainment. why does the small predatory mammal accept this abuse of its dignity* Whirl: Anyway--from my experiences, you guys know how to party. *nods* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage growls and slips out of the room. He's not watching his furry brethren be treated this way.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Buzzsaw's giggling though.* Whirl: *and now, aided by the coprious amounts of booze he has drunk, he straightens up, bobbing his helm in thanks to Airachnid, before swiveling around and pointing at Predaking* Whirl: YOU. CptRodimus: *ok he will show this vid ic now so smokey can see the cat vids* Airachnid: [she just lets him] Txen: Predaking: *eloquent brow raise* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Don't worry, Prowl. He'll make it up to you.* FakeProwl: *comm ping to Shockwave* Whirl: We gotta fight. Smokescree: Rodimus please-- Whirl: It's inevitabe. CptRodimus: *pets pets for good kitties* Windchill: (( That is the face of a cat that just doesn't care. Look at him. )) Whirl: Also, my request is anything by Dio. But Holy Diver is a good pick. Smokescree: ... /Grumbling but he's not trying to squirm away- the petting is kind of nice./ Txen: Shockwave: *one antennae twitches. aha. so the reason reveals itself.* «What do you want.» ItsyBitsySpyers: *Close, Shockwave, but not quite.* CptRodimus: ((what was whirl's request? ItsyBitsySpyers: ((anything by Dio but Holy Diver is good)) Whirl: ((anything by Dio, but he recommends Holy Diver. Rainbow in the Dark is also a good pick)) Whirl: ((feel free to have Rodders promise it next week!)) Whirl: ((Smokescreen needs the therapy and whirl will not hold it gagainst him(( Txen: Predaking: *tilts helm to level his good eye* ...Oh? And what makes you think so, Autobot? CptRodimus: Next week Whirl I'll do it just remind me~ Whirl: Because if you don't agree to fight me... you're a CHUMP. Windchill: *Says the guy who won't agree to fight HIM.* Whirl: *THIS DOESN;T CONCERN YOU SICKBOY* Windchill: *LEFT OUT AGAIN.* Whirl: *HE WILL flip rodders a quick salute. Dragon Time* Windchill: *Story of his life.* CptRodimus: *poke smokes cheek* You dont like silly earth cats? FakeProwl: @Shockwave «I've been given to understand that about a month ago you offered to trade the process for creating cybermatter in exchange for four samples of innermost energon with unique properties.» Whirl: *WINDCHILL HE WILL PUT HIS FEET ALL OVER YOU AGAIN LATER. DRAGON. TIME.*& Windchill: *THAT'S NOT A FIGHT THO.* Whirl: *it is if you think about it. whirl's feet against your gag reflex* Txen: Predaking: *optic widens, surprised. he doesnt know what a chump is but gathers its an insult* You challenge my authority? FakeProwl: @Shockwave «In hopes of assisting Captain Rodimus in concluding this bargain, may I ask you some questions about that arrangement.» Txen: DS: Oh boy. Now you've done it. Windchill: *Did you just assume my gag reflex?* Whirl: Damn right I do. *puffs up* I challenge ALL authority. Smokescree: /And he's starting to curl up again./ Not right now... ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble chokes on his snacks. Whirl can't be this dumb.* Windchill: *It's not that dumb.* Airachnid: [she likes Whirl but dhe's not getting involved] Windchill: *Are there seriously only two people in this room not scared of the flying toad? Shockwave presumably aside?* Smokescree: ((eggs is just staring at me and slow-blinking at this)) Txen: Predaking: *lets out a deep and resonant "HAH" and pounds his fist on the armrest before standing up. looks more exhilarated than angered* I will take the utmost pleasure in defeating you on the -- Txen: Predaking: -- field of combat. CptRodimus: *tiny sigh* Fiiine. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble isn't scared, but he knows better than to make an outright challenge. That's the kinda mech you gotta sneak up on.* Airachnid: [she doesn't like to waste energy on things that don't concern her] ItsyBitsySpyers: *This is the difference between him and his brother.* Whirl: *he looks purely exhilarated. Well also like, 30% drunk, but mostly exhilerated* Big talk, flyboy. Windchill: *That's ONE way of doing it.* Whirl: Name the time, and the place, and I;'ll be there. Windchill: *Some of us have options. A bonfide CORNUCOPIA of meting out buttkickings.* Windchill: *Bonafide wow Whirl: *whirl, some might be shocked to know, IS capable of sneaking around when he needs to. see: Luna 1. but man. Sneaking on THIS magnificent specimen would be a WASTE* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Whirl's some 5 or 6 times Rumble's size. Cut him some tactic slack* Whirl: *understandable* Whirl: *but he'd probably do this even if he was still stuck as a bird, because. Whirl* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Final countdown, huh? This 'bout how long Whirl has til he gets snuffed or how long til ya pop guns 'n chase us all out?// Windchill: *Windchill, on the other hand, has no real excuse for sneaking around.* CptRodimus: Huh...? Whirl: PFFT! Oh, ye of little faith! Txen: @Prowl: *first, a correction* «The offer entailed a set amount of the substance, for the purpose of testing whether it could serve as a substitute for your sentio metallico. It was understood that-- CptRodimus: *looks up form his game playing and petting* Txen: further negotiation for the method could follow.» ItsyBitsySpyers: ((OOPS that's... mun error, not soundwave lying)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((frick)) Smokescree: /Purring from the continued petting and is starting to cling to Rodimus/ ItsyBitsySpyers: //OH HECK YEAH// CptRodimus: ((soundwave wouldnt heard the that part anyways ItsyBitsySpyers: *Air guitars* ItsyBitsySpyers: ((whew)) CptRodimus: *is fine being a purring heating pad* FakeProwl: @Soundwave «... So the bargain was for four samples of innermost energon, in exchange for a sample of the substance? And the method, I expect, would be more costly?» Windchill: *Narrows his optics. This song has always annoyed him a little and he can't figure out why.* CptRodimus: *he will just play his game on the datapad =)* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble stops to look at Rodimus.* Txen: @Prowl: «Ask your questions. My offer remains open, so long as my terms are not disrespected. I care not -who- acts, nor who reaps the benefits.» ItsyBitsySpyers: //Hey. Hey. I know a game you gotta do.// FakeProwl: *he did ask a question* Txen: (sorry im like)) Txen: ((that was still my initial response)) CptRodimus: *glance at rumble with an encouraging smile* FakeProwl: ((ok no prob. i didn't know if you thought the questions where rhetorical, my bad)) Txen: ((i hate this chat format and always struggle with it)) ItsyBitsySpyers: //There's this whole human game where ya sorta - where ya fake play this stuff on a fake instrument. 'N it got this song.// Txen: Shockwave: *in other words... he can go to someone you'd prefer that he not* CptRodimus: Guitar hero. ItsyBitsySpyers: //YEAH! You know it already? Don't tell me ya got it?// Windchill: *Stretches for REAL this time; he's getting frustrated and it's time to go.* Txen: ((your last post was to soundwave was that supposed to be shocky)) FakeProwl: ((.... yes, my bad)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *He's still waiting on Arcade to fashion a metal controller after he accidentally crushed the plastic one* FakeProwl: ((again)) Smokescree: ... Guitar hero!! We need to get some Cybertronian-sized guitar controllers ItsyBitsySpyers: //That's what I been sayin'!// FakeProwl: *not fazed. he never expected shockwave to care about who he gives his materials to as long as he's paid for them* Smokescree: I've got Cybertronian-sized DDR dancepads, but not guitars. CptRodimus: haha. I'll get hte nerd on it. ItsyBitsySpyers: *The BIGGEST shocked face.* CptRodimus: They scaled up PS4 controlers already Smokescree: YES PLEASE Whirl: I still need to learn to play. Smokescree: :O Really? I've got scaled up wiimotes and stuff-- we should just scale up as many consoles as we can! Smokescree: /He's starting to smile again at the thought/ boomtank: Scale up? Smokescree: Scale up so we can play 'em! ItsyBitsySpyers: //Yeah. Whatcha want us to do, play on them lil human ones?// Txen: @Prowl: *slowly inclines his helm* «Innermost energon, or an alternative but viable method for genetic analysis. Surely you understand the inherent difference in value between a substance and its-- ItsyBitsySpyers: //...I mean, I kinda can.// ItsyBitsySpyers: //Ain't none of you could.// Txen: --method of creation.» Windchill: *Just use a holoform, pssh.* boomtank: No, no, I just...didn't know what you were scaling up CptRodimus: *leans over a hits a few keys on the control pad under the table top* Whirl: You should absolutely do it, Rumble. Whirl: And I'll get a me-sized one and join you, someday. After a lot of classes. Windchill: I can't believe I've almost sat through this song twice now. Windchill: I'm leaving. Smokescree: Game controllers! Whirl: I've always wanted to use an electric guitar as a weapn, though... *distant look* Txen: ((OK GOMEN going to try to reply for predaking)) Windchill: You all tricked me. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Seeya, footstool// boomtank: Game controllers. Whirl: ((NO RUSH DUDE U FINE)) Windchill: Bye, suckers. Whirl: Pfft. *nudges Windchill with his foot one last time* Seeya, loser. boomtank: For...? Smokescree: ... FRAG YEAH hold on hold on maybe I have the dance pads in my subspace somewhere-- /He's rifling through his subspace. No dance pads unfortunately/ CptRodimus: *a set of ddr pad scaled uo rotate out of the floor. this is their multipurpose room* Smokescree: Video games! Smokescree: !!!! Smokescree: RODIMUS RODIMUS ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave accidentally perks at the sight, then pretends he didn't* boomtank: Um...? Smokescree: You wanna go? Windchill: (( For the record: I like that awful song but Windchill...not so much. )) Smokescree: /He's going to go over and take one- he's really good at this game!/ boomtank: -sits back to watch, curious- CptRodimus: Ill go I pick an easy song first! CptRodimus: *hops onto the player one pad* Smokescree: We don't need easy. FakeProwl: @Shockwave «Surely I do. I asked for clarification only because I had been led to believe the bargain was different.» Windchill: *He gets up and GETS THE HECK OUT before musical chaos breaks loose.* Smokescree: Well- I don't need easy, but still. Airachnid: [she's just going to sneak off becase things are getting boring] Whirl: *bobs is head in farewell* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Intently watching Rodimus play* CptRodimus: ((i didnt que up a twoplayer on sorry xD Txen: Predaking: *sweeps an arm wide* Whatever place and time you deem fitting for your defeat. *his own planet is just acid rain rn u may have to pick lol* Airachnid: [waves at Whirl before disappearing] CptRodimus: *oh we is hella fancy he learned to play in korea* Smokescree: ((All good!! just imagine smokescreen playing along here/ ItsyBitsySpyers: *Itch to challenge rising. Mustn't.* boomtank: -Soundwave. They seriously need to sit and talk- Smokescree: Not bad, Rodimus- bet I'll still win this though boomtank: -He had the same idea- ItsyBitsySpyers: *Yes they should.* Whirl: Okay. All right. So. *poiints* ...I'll pick when I'm sober. Txen: @Prowl: *doesn't waver* «Good.» *hasn't seen his previous dealings as terribly rational, so -he's- just heading off more of the same* Whirl: But anyplace with room to FLY. FakeProwl: @Shockwave «What, then, would you consider a reasonable payment for the full process? Without the patronizing comments, if you please, I find they waste valuable time.» ItsyBitsySpyers: ((omg the angriest ddr battle. blaster vs. soundwave. it could only be worse with a jazz.)) Whirl: *because OF COURSE he has to fight this guy in the air* boomtank: ((that would be HILARIOUS Txen: *duh of course* CptRodimus: *laughs* zi get too fancy--- footwork top notch! CptRodimus: WHo else for the pad? Smokescree: We've both got some AAA footwork, I think! CptRodimus: *steps off* Txen: Shockwave: *thats probably the most patronizing way to request a lack of patronizing comments, but ok. he runs some calculations* Smokescree: !!!! CptRodimus: *glances at blaster* I know you can rock this. CptRodimus: Get over here <3 ItsyBitsySpyers: *WATCHING SO CLOSE. Might be leaning forward.* Whirl: *Whirl will not even look at the pad; he'd definitely be good at this stuff but like hell is he gonna admit it* boomtank: Waiiiit Smokescree: I wish we could have infinite challengers and just have everyone go at it CptRodimus: *see that noodles* Whirl: For now... time to go on. *hops up and streeeetches before ndoding to the Preds* Nice meeting you two. Whirl: *turns and points to Predaking* YOU. You're goin' down. CptRodimus: *grins at boom* Whhhhaaaat scared SMokes is going to up seat a music mech? Txen: DS and Lynx: *wave to Whirl* boomtank: ...I think I know how this is played... boomtank: -okay, challenge accepted- boomtank: -up he goes- Smokescree: Hey- I'm a dancing mech. I'm not going down. CptRodimus: The arrows are times to music you press the arrows as the go up. You dont have to do al lthe stuff I was doing~ FakeProwl: *If Shockwave wasn't able to figure out by himself that it's illogical to waste his own time patronize someone who's trying to conduct business with him, clearly he needed it pointed out to him.* boomtank: So the arrows are notes boomtank: Got it boomtank: ((I'm laughing ItsyBitsySpyers: ((i got one lmao)) boomtank: ((hmn? ItsyBitsySpyers: ((am i allowed to link in here or should i put in skype)) CptRodimus: ((skype me Whirl: ((i cant believe a google search for "ddr kokomo" came up with NOTHING)) Smokescree: ... ((Ok how are you supposed to do that part where it's all notes at once Smokescree: ((do they just want you to use your feet that badly)) Txen: Shockwave: *perhaps prowl shouldnt be so ready to feel patronized by simple word choices made in the face of exhausting and negotiation with bots who care more about morality than saving cybertron* Smokescree: ((*hands boomtank: ((yup Txen: ((*minus that and. shoo you)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave would be sighing if he could hear those asterisks. Instead he's watching the other shenanigans* Smokescree: Soundssoundssounds- you can dance right? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He can.]] Smokescree: You should play this! boomtank: -That was fun- Whirl: *and poof he's gone for now* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[And why should he do that?]] Whirl: ((i must shower and i Caannot Abide this song)) Whirl: ((or the one that was playing last)) boomtank: ((whoa CptRodimus: ((soundwave mun wanted it linked =) Smokescree: 'Cause it's fun and you'd be good at it ItsyBitsySpyers: ((it's hard to see little but his legs are in full jitter mode too)) ItsyBitsySpyers: [[What does he get for doing it.]] CptRodimus: Fun ItsyBitsySpyers: ((pictured here: both music mechs)) Smokescree: A good time? What, do I have to let you look into my mind for secrets or something? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Fine.]] Txen: @Prowl: «Supervised study of your Enigma of Combination.» ItsyBitsySpyers: [[After this one.]] Smokescree: ... Fine to doing it for fun or for doing it for my secrets? 'Cause I don't really have that many secrets boomtank: -Can't. Sitting and laughing at this song- ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Both. Give him a moment.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Wanders into the hallway too toss back a quick ration* Smokescree: wait what CptRodimus: *rodimus does this dance without the dance pads cause he knows it xD* boomtank: -off the mat though- CptRodimus: *the actual dance* Txen: ((are prowl and shockwave going to have to Have A Serious Discussion while soundwaves dancing)) FakeProwl: @Shockwave «Noted.» boomtank: -laughing so hard- boomtank: ((Blaster here CptRodimus: *laughing too this is fun* boomtank: ((I think there is only one Soundwave in the room ItsyBitsySpyers: *Okay. Quick ration digested. He's back in and waiting to see what he'll have to work through.* boomtank: -okay, back on his peds- Smokescree: /And he's gonna sing along here!/ ItsyBitsySpyers: ((omg it's so slow tho....)) Txen: *the predacons are basically fascinated by this Revolution of the Double Dance* boomtank: ((gah ItsyBitsySpyers: ((i was hoping for something fast for him ;; )) boomtank: ((it doesn't match uuuup CptRodimus: ((this one is awful boomtank: ((yeah CptRodimus: ((lt find another ItsyBitsySpyers: ((thank you ;; )) boomtank: ((tanks Txen: ((god)) Smokescree: /Watching the predacons and grinning. They like it?/ Txen: *darksteel's trying to get skylynx to take a turn* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Okay. Soundwave shakes his arms a little and steps on the pad.* boomtank: ((oh god FakeProwl: @Shockwave «Thank you. At present, that's all the information I need. I will inform you should I require more.» ItsyBitsySpyers: *And he won't be using his feelers.* boomtank: -Smokes or him against 'wave?- CptRodimus: ((can we all take a moment to picture this Smokescree: /Going to just go over near them and try to pat/ You should give it a go, too! Txen: Shockwave: «Very well.» *if thats all to that conversation, he has other things to pay attention to* CptRodimus: ((lmao FakeProwl: *... ah. and just in time for a much more interesting show.* ItsyBitsySpyers: ((you are free to. that's the only reason I gave in lmfao. though he's fancir than this guy)) CptRodimus: ((i really nearly two yers had a thread where rodimus had these scaled up for the rec room boomtank: ((hehe ItsyBitsySpyers: ((nobody who can twirl like he did in the wj fight is this bland)) Txen: ((honestly DDR dancing tends to be really bland stomps)) boomtank: ((we need a fancier one for 'wave Txen: ((i appreciate the talent required regardless)) CptRodimus: ((rodimus is too boomtank: ((yup Txen: ((but its not super conducive to ACTUALLY dancing)) Txen: ((...unless soundwaves just Doing Riverdance RN)) boomtank: ((HAH ItsyBitsySpyers: ((LMAO)) Txen: ((picture it tho lmfao)) boomtank: ((ohgod ItsyBitsySpyers: ((i have seen some creative players)) CptRodimus: ((lmao Txen: ((*SNORT*)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((HAHAHA)) CptRodimus: (((ooc now CptRodimus: ((i am down a rabbit hole ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave steps down and nods. That was a little fun.* CptRodimus: ((minibots ItsyBitsySpyers: *And goes back to take his seat like nothing *** happened.* CptRodimus: ((ok i need to go get food Smokescree: /Thumbs up at Soundwave! Maybe he forgot the secrets part from the fun? Smokescreen's hoping that./ ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ha. As if.* Txen: ((A SOUNDWAVE NEVER FORGETS)) Txen: ((except when he does)) boomtank: ((good luck Smokes boomtank: ............ ItsyBitsySpyers: *Tilts his helm.* FakeProwl: *farewell ping to Soundwave* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Nods farewell to Prowl.* Smokescree: /Dangit/ boomtank: I am going to have to talk to my alternate ItsyBitsySpyers: [[....Hmm.]] FakeProwl: *flickers out* boomtank: What? CptRodimus: @Smoke ::You can come over and play DDR later!:: ItsyBitsySpyers: [[....Nothing. It is nothing.]] Smokescree: @Rodimus ::That'd be awesome-- thank you.:: boomtank: ...right. Smokescree: Hey- Preds, preds- you ever play any games? Txen: DS: *stops mid-attempt to scratch his head with his foot* Uh. What kinda games? Smokescree: Like the game we had up! Or even physical games- you ever try lobbing? ItsyBitsySpyers: *...Makes a small note to maybe. MAYBE. Ping Blaster of his own accord some day.* ItsyBitsySpyers: ((what are you lookin for roddy?)) CptRodimus: *ok has to run out---* CptRodimus: Oh *** guys--- i got a shift who is on duty rn.... CptRodimus: *enjoy npc cyclonus glaring til you all leave* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Farewell.]] boomtank: ...goodnight ItsyBitsySpyers: [[We should also be heading home.]] CptRodimus: *spins out of the room as Cyclonus comes in* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Stands and summons all of his minis. Glances at Blaster.* boomtank: Yeah? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...You were.]] NnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnO can't give a full compliment. [[Acceptable.]] boomtank: ....thanks. Same to you. ItsyBitsySpyers: *A sort of. A kind of. A stiff nod.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Coils a feeler loop around Shockwave's wrist and pulses Interest, Capital I, with a Question.* boomtank: -waves and leaves- G'night! boomtank: ((because mun is laughing so hard right now agoodidstraction: what Smokescree: Wheeljack Txen: Shockwave: *glances at feeler, then at wheeljack. maybe they should... have this conversation somewhere with fewer pests present* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Agreed. Shall they?* Txen: Shockwave: *offers arm* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Takes it. And out they go.* Txen: (SORRY SMOKEYMUN we got in a big convo on skype)) Smokescree: ((All good!)) Txen: DS: *shakes head vigorously* Sometimes we wrestle. Or take an old steel beam and have a tug-of-war. The kids got -loads- of chew toys...

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