#getting opticked

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Be careful where you point that!

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Writing Notes: Color Theory

Color theory is a set of guidelines for mixing, combining, and manipulating colors. Color theory includes ideas like:

Color harmony: Color harmony describes color pairings that are visually pleasing and provide a sense of visual order. Color schemes based on complementary and analogous colors are generally perceived as harmonious. But, since humans respond to colors differently depending on personal preferences and life experiences, there are no universally “right” colors for achieving harmony.

Color temperature: Color temperature deals with breaking colors down into warm colors (associated with sunset and daylight) and cool colors (associated with overcast light). Experimenting with combinations of warm and cool colors can help you mix colors to achieve a particular effect.

Color context: Colors appear to behave differently when viewed in different contexts. For instance, a rusty orange may seem dull and subdued when placed beside a vivid yellow, but when paired with a dark purple, the orange suddenly seems much brighter.

Color Wheel - a circle diagram that illustrates the relationships between different colors.

Sir Isaac Newton developed the first color wheel in his 1704 book Opticks.

Newton created an asymmetrical color wheel with 7 colors—red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet.

In 1810, Johann Wolfgang von Goethe developed a symmetrical color wheel with just 6 colors (eliminating indigo) that is similar to the one we commonly use today.

Artists and designers use color wheels to create color schemes that produce a desired artistic effect.

Primary Colors - colors that combine to make a range of other colors.

Traditionally, these are red, yellow, and blue.

In the RYB color model, the primary colors form a triadic color scheme—a group of three colors spaced evenly apart from each other on the color wheel.

When mixed, these three primary colors form many other colors.

More accurate color theories actually use different primary colors.

The CMYK color printing model deals with printed colors—cyan, magenta, yellow, and black. It is a method of subtractive color mixing in which printed colors absorb (i.e. subtract) light and combine to form a range of colors, including red, blue, and green.

The RGB color model applies to colored light—like the light that emits from a phone or computer screen; its primary colors are red, green, and blue.

The model is a method of additive color mixing, meaning that different colors of light combine (i.e. add) to form other colors, including cyan, magenta, and yellow.

Secondary Colors - the result of mixing two primary colors.

In the traditional color model, the 3 secondary colors are:

green (yellow + blue), orange (yellow + red), and purple (red + blue).

Tertiary Colors - the combination of one primary color with one secondary color.

There are 6 tertiary colors on the traditional color wheel:

magenta (red-purple), vermillion (red-orange), amber (yellow-orange), chartreuse (yellow-green), teal (blue-green), and violet (blue-purple).

Complementary Colors - colors found opposite each other on the color wheel.

Complementary color schemes include blue with orange, red with green, and yellow with purple.

These contrasting colors can make a bold statement when paired in fashion, film, photography, and other forms of art.

Analogous Colors - colors that are next to each other on the color wheel.

Analogous color schemes include yellow paired with chartreuse and green; red with vermillion and orange; and blue with teal and violet.

The 3 colors in each pairing share a common hue, so they appear to match.

Color Temperature - the way to measure the color of visible light.

The unit used to measure color temperature is degrees kelvin.

The best way to understand color temperature is to visualize a piece of metal being extended into a fire.

The color of the metal will change depending on how long it’s held in the fire and how hot it gets.

The metal will range from red to warm white to blue as it heats.

This is also the general range of colors from one end of the color temperature scale to the other.

The Kelvin Temperature Scale. The kelvin scale consists of units of measurement that relate to the color of a light source. The higher the Kelvin number, the closer it is to replicating bright sunlight. In general, higher temperatures on the kelvin scale, the whiter or bluer a light appears. The lower the number, the more yellow and red the light appears.

In order to understand the kelvin range and how kelvin color temperature applies to different light sources, it’s useful to review a few identifiable lights and their kelvin color temperature value.

Candlelight, for instance, generally has a color temperature of around 1500K.

The sunrise and sunset are usually measured around 3200K.

An overcast sky usually has a color temperature of around 9000K.

The current color temperature scale in use is known as the correlated color temperature (CCT) scale and is based around the color emitted by an incandescent bulb.

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ateez fic recs!

🧸 lilo’s notes! here is a collection of works that i loved and thought everyone should read! works marked with a bear emoji are some of my favs. i’ll be updating the list, of course. this list contains both sfw and nsfw content, minors please interact accordingly.

hongjoong

he’s kinda hot — @ohmyamor

“After a decent run with your boyfriend, you finally decide to end it when his paranoia becomes too much. Except, maybe he wasn’t crazy. And now you have demon who refuses to leave you alone.”

demon!hongjoong, fem!reader, fluff, slight angst, please see content warning before reading, suggestive

lilo’s notes! i absolutely love demon!atz aus and i can testify that this is definitely one of my favs. everything about this was absolutely fantastic and i may or may not revisit it every few weeks

you’re hongjoong’s bias — @jnginlov

“when you and your group go on idol radio to promote your latest comeback, you don’t anticipate one of the hosts to be completely enraptured by you”

idol au, fluff, gn!reader

lilo’s notes! listen… idol aus are usually not my cup of tea (though several fics on here prove that wrong), but this is absolutely one of the cutest things i’ve read.

seonghwa

new horizons — @fivestar-outlaw

“Attempting an all-nighter while playing Animal Crossing alongside your bias, you didn't expect your turnip prices to be such a high amount... nor did you expect Park Seonghwa to actually accept your offer to sell his turnips on your island.”

completed series, FLUFF, idol!hwa x nonidol!fem!reader, nsfw

lilo’s notes! EEEEEEE THIS FIC IS SO CUTEEEEEE

🧸 honest (but happy) accident — @ad0rechuu

uni student!hwa, gn!reader, fluff, slice of life

lilo’s notes! y’all are gonna get so sick of me cuz you’re gonna see multiple of zero’s fics on here. jokes aside, this is genuinely so fucking cute i was rolling around and giggling while reading it.

🧸 12:25 time of love — @jaehunnyy

kindergarten teacher!hwa, mom!reader, meet cute, fluff

lilo’s notes! imagining seonghwa in a job like that genuinely makes me so soft. whenever i’m in that Emotional mood i like to read this.

🧸 impressionism — @hwaightme

“a post-graduate student specialising in impressionism, you were a regular visitor to the many art galleries in the city. who knew that among the paintings you would encounter your favourite, timeless work of art?”

vampire!gallerist!hwa x art historian!gn!reader, fluff, soulmates

lilo’s notes! as an art history nerd, this fic is so beautiful especially when combined with a vampire au like AHHHH some of my fav things in one fic

yunho

early hours — @honeyhotteoks

“you run into him in the hallway of the hotel, it's late and you're exhausted from the concert, but he thinks you should grab a drink and you can't help but agree”

idol!yunho x nonidol!fem!reader, one night stand, nsfw, some fluff

lilo’s notes! HDJSJDJSJKF the way this had me glued to my phone and giggling should be studied.

🧸 principia and opticks — @bro-atz

“you're struggling with a specific class that's required for your major; but, luckily, your professor, professor jeong, has no problem helping you out outside of class” // “you and professor jeong yunho decided to continue your relationship secretly, only to almost get caught one day”

professor!yunho x student!reader (legal), nsfw, fluff

lilo’s notes! don’t judge me but i think professor x student (COLLEGE. LEGAL.) is such a good trope it’s always gonna have me running laps around my room.

bottle service — @bro-atz

“all yunho wants to do is fuck the bottle girl's brains out.”

big dick!yunho x small!afab!reader, nsfw

lilo’s notes! i have nothing to say for myself other than size kinks are hot. even more so when it’s related to yunho

christmas dinner — @a1sh1teruu

“it didn't just end with one dinner.”

ceo!yunho x secretary!fem!reader, fluff

lilo’s recs! THIS WAS WRITTEN FOR ME AGHHHHHHHH i love it so much i think about it at least once a week

🧸 summer nights — @honeyhotteoks

“he's your best friend and roommate, but during the heat of summer and the confinement of quarantine, you just can't seem to help yourselves.”

roommate!yunho, nsfw, fluff

lilo’s notes! i reread this yesterday and realised there’s a sequel. TRUST i will be devouring that as soon as i can

track 3: cyber sex — @highvern

whipped loser!yunho x camgirl!reader, nsfw

lilo’s notes! STOPPIJDIDJ yunho was so cute and shy in this i wanted to scream into a pillow

yeosang

🧸 lessons in intimacy — @honeyhotteoks

“you didn’t mean to actually meet the man who’s audio porn was single handedly getting you off every night, but you do”

camboy!yeo, nsfw, fluff

lilo’s notes! absolute perfection this was so sjsjjcjsjd i could feel myself slowly losing my mind

evolve — @nebulousbrainsoup

“more often than not, a life lived in Night City is carefully crafted, slotted firmly between preapproved lines—or it is if you value keeping it. whispers of freedom float just beyond the city's neon lights, and it's only through a chance encounter with the most unlikely of characters that you finally start to hear them.”

biker!yeosang x fem!reader, fluff, nsfw, some angst

lilo’s notes! despite it being 12k words i gobbled it up in a single sitting which is crazy tbh, it didn’t feel that long at all and i was so invested

san

🧸 prelude in e minor — @bro-atz

“your brain tells you to focus on your education, but your heart tells you to focus on professor choi”

professor!san, CELLIST!san, nsfw, angst

lilo’s notes! back at it with the professor aus yupppp y’all know me so well. i felt so many emotions while reading this i thought i was gonna go insane.

mingi

🧸 slowly, i’m going down — @yutasbellybuttonpiercing

“mingi hates studying, but what he hates way more than that is being perceived as stupid. what mingi loves on the other hand, are pretty people getting flustered about his voice or mingi shows you exactly what he hates and loves.”

college au, tutor!reader, nsfw

lilo’s notes! not only was this written so well, but it was so fucking entertaining. mingi is just so silly in this i love it.

angel eyes — @binniesbang

“Yunho teases Mingi when he trips over his words infront of a girl, he needs a little loving to make it better:((“

coffee shop au, fluff, comfort

lilo’s notes! AHHHHHHHH sobbing crying screaming this was so cute and soft i love this mingi

🧸 untitled — @teasteeper

“kissing practice with your best friend mingi”

best friend!mingj x fem!reader, nsfw

lilo’s notes! GRRRSGHDJDJD OH MY GOD mingi you ain’t slick at all- anyways, my turn when?

wooyoung

ribbon — @wooyoungmybelovedhusband

“You just love Wooyoung's dick, and maybe you wanted to make it look pretty like it truly is.”

daddy!wooyoung, nsfw

lilo’s notes! they be fucking but somehow it’s so??? cute?? really enjoyed this one 10/10

spiderman! — @cherrysoojins

“being spider-man comes with a lot advantages, but those advantages can have their disadvantages. like jung wooyoung not being able to show up to study groups to be able to see the girl he’s crushing on big-time.”

spiderman!wooyoung, smau + written, fluff, angst, crack. ongoing(?) series, last updated: july 7th, 2023

lilo’s notes! this was actually such a cute and fun fic and i really wished there were more chapters :c

backstage rockin’ — @a1sh1teruu

“after a late night of practice with the band, and with you lounging in the background. when his friends finally left, he couldn’t keep his hands to himself any longer.”

bandmate!wooyoung, nsfw

lilo’s notes! i think this was THE fic that awakened my love for bassists, that’s how good it was. zerda’s writing always has me giggling

jung wooyoung’s superpower — @ad0rechuu

best friend!wooyoung, fluff fluff fluff

lilo’s notes! ik i’ve probably said this a lot but this is ACTUALLY one of the cutest fics i’ve ever read i adore it so much

🧸 i’m just bein’ curious — @teeskz

“in which your friend wooyoung invites you over for a movie night”

pervy best friend!woooyung, nsfw

lilo’s notes! it’s short but if i said this didnt awaken something in me, i’d be lying. i reread it this morning and that’s what made me start this rec list

jongho

🧸 adorable — @i-luvsang

frenemy!jongho, gn!reader one bed trope, fluff, comedy

lilo’s notes! AHHHHH I LOVE RIA’S WRITING SO SO SO MUCH fluff by ria is genuinely so djdjdjsjd it’s got me giggling

untitled — @nateezfics

nsfw, fluff

lilo’s notes! i’m sorry but idc if they’re going at it, it’s so cute and soft?? they’re just so silly

multi

🧸 milky way — @ad0rechuu

“It’s not everyday that your friends childhood friend turns out to be the girl that you literally have a fan account for, but for Seonghwa, San and Mingi it’s become a reality. being able to get close to your bias is great! even if she does have a raging crush on someone else…”

fanboys!hwasangi x idol!reader, smau + written, fluff, angst, suggestive, slow burn. completed series, 60 chapters + 3 different endings

lilo’s notes! i will never not be grateful that this series exists. it’s funny, cute, and angsty and i absolutely love it with my whole heart. i think it’s one of the first fics i read on tumblr, so it’s really special to me + i think this was part of the reason i got close to my lovely zero

🧸 blurred lines and lies — @yuyusuyu

the synopsis is really long

best friend!yeosang x fem!reader x best friend!jongho, love triangle, romance, slice of life, angst. completed series, 10 chapters + 2 different endings

lilo’s notes! words cannot describe how i felt reading this but i think it’s comparable to going through every stage of grief possible plus more. genuinely, one of the best fics i’ve ever read

strawberry mocha — @pirateprincessblog

“your favorite café has a new barista, and he seems oddly familiar, especially when you see his hands move when he prepares your favourite beverage”

barista!camboy!wooyoung x fem!reader, ft yunho, nsfw, angst

lilo’s notes! my thought process while reading was a cycle of “oh my god” and “what the fuck” in the BEST way possible. the writing is so good i wanted to reach through the screen a smack some characters, and hug some others

clair de lune — @atzfilm

“you’ve finally gotten the chance to enter “clair de lune”, a infamous night club to see the band hiraeth. but why did you feel like their eyes only watched you?”

yandere!ot8 x fem!reader, angst, fluff, nsfw. completed series, 8 chapters.

lilo’s notes! so iconic. if you haven’t read this, you better and that’s a threat.

murphy’s law — @atzfilm

“according to murphy’s law, everything that can go wrong will go wrong. Black holes circle each other until they collide and merge, a cataclysm so fierce, sends ripples soaring through the fabric, crossing thousands of kilometers within a fraction of a second, leaving behind a wave on the space-time continuum. That’s the simplest way you can describe meeting him. And yet, even that is an understatement.”

alien!ot8, multi x fem!reader (not ot8), soulmate au, fluff, angst, nsfw, check other warnings. completed series, 5 chapters.

lilo’s notes! another iconic fic by an iconic writer, we love to see it

mists of celeste — @hongism

“Sneaking aboard the ship of a renowned space pirate may not have been the best idea, but you’ll have to make do with what fate has handed to you.”

space pirate!ateez, multiple pairings, angst, fluff, nsfw, check other warnings. ongoing series, 49 chapters + additional content

lilo’s notes! i’m pretty sure everyone on tumblr who reads atz fics has seen this one at some point and it definitely deserves its hype. this is probably one of the best, well thought-out fics i’ve ever read and i believe it can definitely be considered better than many published books

🧸 hotel california and paradise gardens — @mint-yooxgi

“You can check out any time you’d like, but you can never leave.” // “Eternity means nothing if I don’t have you.”

yandere!demon!ot8 x fem!reader, horror, fluff, angst, nsfw, check other warnings. complete fic, 42 chapters combined

lilo’s notes! yeah i reread this every few months and i’m not ashamed to admit i’m obsessed with it.

outlaw miniseries — @hongism

individual parts for each member/unit, nsfw with a side of fluff and angst. ongoing series, 4/6 chapters

lilo’s notes! hi no i won’t shut up about hongism i think ive read everything she’s published and if i didn’t want to make this list diverse i would’ve just put a link to her masterlist and called it a day. seriously, highly recommended. my fav on this is the 2ho one.

from storm to sunrise — @ad0rechuu

“you and your boyfriend yunho wake up to find your other boyfriend mingi no where to be found”

fem!reader x bfs!yuyu and mingi, fluff, mild angst

lilo’s notes! zero try not to write something i’ll fall in love challenge, go! oh no you already failed because everything by user ad0rechuu is a masterpiece

🧸 hooked — @songmingisthighs

“A freshman hookup rekindled into something new. With an incentive, of course. But what would happen if your ‘relationship’ led you somewhere you never thought would happen to you?”

ot8 x fem!reader, smau + written, college au, fluff, crack, nsfw. completed series, 91 chapters

lilo’s notes! this is also one of the first fics i read on tumblr!! it’s definitely one of my all-time favs and it’s just such a fun read

🧸 unconventional first encounters with ateez — @bluehwale

ot8 headcanon, fluff, humour

lilo’s notes! i also reread this occasionally, the humour tag really is accurate

hongwooho — @yourfatherlucifer

idols!hongjoong, wooyoung, jongho x fem!reader, nsfw

lilo’s notes! the first time i read this (and all the times after that) i was giggling and rolling around on my bed. this kind if scenario is something i’d LOVE LOVE LOVE to see more of

sway with me — @luvt0kki

“former noble turned space pirate, wooyoung was now part of one of the most revered and hunted group of pirates of the galaxy. sure he’s only known them for six months but there’s only so much you could do in a ship when you travel from one planet to the next. the ship was their home, his home… and the members of this crew were friends that he felt he was fated to meet. // but he hasn’t met one person of the crew… and he didn’t know that.”

ot8 x fem!reader, space pirate au, nsfw, fluff. ongoing series, 5/?? chapters + 1 interlude

lilo’s notes! i gobbled the posted chapters up in a single sitting and it was honestly sososo good 10/10 recommend. i can definitely see this being added to my favs as soon as it’s done!

🧸 ¡arriba! — @teeskz

“being a bookworm, you’re used to your regular schedule of simply studying, eating, oh, and the occasional sleeping. it isn’t until one night, you find yourself at the wrong place at the wrong time, and soon get swept up in one of the craziest games you’ve ever heard. in hindsight, maybe you should’ve declined. but it was only supposed to last for one night. one, dirty night.”

hongjoong, yunho, san, mingi, wooyoung x fem!reader, college au, nsfw, part of a series (“T!TS UP”)

lilo’s notes! NO YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND I WAS GAGGEDDDDDD the way i had to pause multiple times to cool off while reading this it was so hot and something i didn’t know i needed in my life until i found it

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Little Alien - part 3

“What do you want me to do here?!” slamming his opened palms on the table, Ratchet stared at Elita-one with angry look, his processor runinig a mile per hour. “I am doctor, not some kind of Magician! What do you want me to do here! With -with with this thing!”

Never in years of his activity he would even imagine that he will be dealing with this.  He sort of expected that sooner or later one of the miners would be a bit more troublesome, like Orion Pax, he expected Wheeljack, he expected thign that could happened, but never this. Letting out an exhausted groan, Ratchet look down at the small cage that housed small creature, cybertronian alike, just different. Their small beady eyes sparkled with intelligence, snooping around the new environment, while keeping to the furthest corner, away from him. Leaning down on the table, medick took a lcoser look, before standing up and throwing glares at nurses, who quickly ran away. This new thing sure is getting a lot of unnecessary attention

“I am aware Ratchet, but I really have no other choice” folding her arms on chest, fem bot shifted her weight from one peds to another “Prime is digging though archive in hopes of finding anything about this one, so we really need some kind of medical attention.”

“And what do you want me to do?! I can’t cut the open unless you want them dead! They are a new life to me, I will have to cut them open just to see what makes them tick! So what do yoou want me to do, huh?!”

“I can try to help” letting a groan, Ratchet quickly grabbed the wrench ready to toss it in to Wheeljack, who pooped from behind doorframe, his blue “ears” glowing as always while his optick shined with excitement. Of course this idiot will be happy to try some experiments, which Ratchet was not to ecstatic to allow. As soon as this bot got his T-cog, he become a frequent visitor of the med-bay, with his experiments always ending in explosion or some other bodily harm. And now he just hang around, trying something else. “Oh, what is this cute little thing”

“Not sure,” Elita shrugged, taking a step back. Even if Wheeljack was accident-pron, he was still smart and two helms is better then one “but their name is Scraplet for now. I can’t keep calling them thing and little thing. So, you said you can help?”

“Sure can” Wheeljack tapped on glass, sending small thing running away from one side to another, eyes on him, confused and scraed “What if we scan it? Maybe it can give us some answers, even if a small percentage”

“This is---” Ratchet raised his voice, ready to snap when he stopped “Not to bad of an idea. Alright then, lets do this then.”

Sleeping on hard surface was very uncomfortable, even with hand under your head – your back ached with pain, sides screamed at you for even daring to sleep on hard surface and headache drilled in to your mind like crazy. Rubbing your eyes, you pushed your self off the gorund with a groan, eyelids heavy with sleep and exhaustion, despite the rest. Smacking your dry lips, you looked around, knowing well then you will have to communicate to metal giants your need in one way or another if you want to survive on this planet. It will be hard, with language barrier, you just prayed that they saw you at least as something smart, not some dumb new pet. Last night, after what you can guess was a destressing session for Pink, you were taken to another room, that looked to much like a bedroom, even if all of it was made out of metal. She took you to her room for a god night rest, putting you back in to container and laying on huge metal bed to rest, quickly fallign asleep, without moving or breathing, making you shiver with creepy chills. And even in the morning, she still did not change her position, still laying on her back, hands by her sides, face peaceful and with no emotions. Taking a deep breath, you let a sad sigh, sucking in the pain from your hungry stomach, left with not other option but wait for pink one to wake up and decide what will happen next. Surprising it did not take to long for Pink to wake up, optick snapping open and getting up, stretching from the good night rest, mumbling something and ignoring your existence for a bit, leaving the room, then returning with same box you were in, only with glowing liquid you’ve seen outside and poked with stick, drinking it. Okay those thing can eat and drink, making you a bit worry for your own safety, observing carefully every step bot made, still ignoring you, talking to no one while tapping on the head. Was she using some kind of built in radio in her head, you had no idea, she turning toward you and walking up. Trying not to look to tense, you just looked up, trying to save all the energy you had in your body, blinking slowly. Pink one leaned on table your cage was placed, still with one hand on the head, talking, coking head side to side it then tapped on the glass with her metal finger, saying something loud and clear.

At first you did not understood what it meant, but then it pointed at you, repeating the same thign, again and again. Was it calling you something? You had no idea, but maybe it will be best to show some reaction, getting up when she said one more time, walking over. She smiled, clearly happy that you showed a reaction, reaching in and scratching your head, moving slowly to the side and under your chin. It then spoked to the air again, taking hand of her head and wrapping two hands around cage lifting it up. Yep, you learned quickly it will best to seat down as to not slide around, no mater how carful Pink was. She carried your cage through huge place, with more bot’s on the way, more shapes, more sizes and all different colours, a few same, bust still different. They all started momenteraly at you, grumbling something to pink one or saluting, meaning that your assumption about Pink being some kind of higher up was right. Does it mean Blue WAS some kind of king around here. You did not see yellow bot though, kind of happy that you will not be tossed around. Pink walked to the huge doors, pressing a button, signalling to them to opened up with a magnificent view.

Shining in golden glow, an alien city was buizy with life. There were buildings hanging of the sealing of the huge cave that seemed to have no end in sight. The building reminded you of skyscraper in New York, just upside down. Then there was other structures, build normally, with lights in the windows, antennas and other things. You can see also train, weaving in between building in air, going up and down, leaving some space for flying machines to go peacefully on their path. The lift strated moving, quickly descending, you able to feel your guts shift a bit with sudden speed, like on one of those carnival rides, yet you were still were enamoured with what you were seeing on the ride down, not really worried about where you are being taken now. Once you reched the bottom, the door sit open and Pink walked in to streets, heavily populated with bots, who did not really cared about you or Pink one, to focused on their own life, walking in and out of building, hand filled with something or empty, running or walking, reminding you of a city streets on Earth, filled with life. You become even more ecstatic at fact that Pink went to platform, still holding you, waiting for the train, that you watched closely, able to see tracks form in mid air, forming path for train of enormous size. All the bots walked in, taking seat or standing grabbing on to rails, with doors closing and train moving, gliding though the city, giving you more scenery. Finally, after all the rides and path, you finally reached some kind of place, filled with same monotone coloured bots, with crosses, tending to other bots, moving them on glididng gurneys. The place felt clean and organized, with voice coming from speaker. Okay, so you were brought to alien hospital, eyes darting around at what you can only guess were nurses, all doing random tasks. Pink walked over to the reception, putting you on table while starting conversation with nurse, then taking you and going in to hallway. This is when you were brought to a new room, with huge table, strange equipment laying around neatly and organized, able to smell chloroform in the air and a new bot. He had the same colours as nurses – red and white, but with blue “windows” in his chets, that’s the only thing you can describe them. His hand were red and on his head was a set of red small horns. He seemed to be happy to see Pink, eyes quickly shifting on you in confusion, your cage placed in front of him on table and the conversation started. It relay did not take to long for “Red horns” to start yelling and slaming his hands on table, pointing at you time to time, propably getting angry at Pink for brining you to sterile environment. It leaned, staring at you. Than came another one, this one had long flat ears and he seemed to be interested as well. Unlike Red horns, Elf clearly did not belong to hospital, covered in burns and scratches, chattering with Red Horns while Pink finally took a step back, letting two “doctors” do what ever with you.

Alert, you huddled in to corner, not knowing what else is happening, eyes glued to Elf while Red was retrieving something from many cabinets, grumbling like an old man. It came over with something flat in his hand, tapped on it and directed at you, making you press your self in corner, shaking your head.

“Oh hell nah, nah nah nah, stay away, what ever this is stay AWAY!” you raised your voice, screaming now, panicking when the thing was brought closer. There is no where to run, so you though your hands up, shielding your self, closing eyes and getting ready to be hurt. You heard some noise, bright light and then.... nothing. Confused, you opened one eye, watching as line of light went down your body, navigated by Red horns, moving slowly, then go up, momenteraly blinding you, making you jerk and rubbed your eyes. The light went over your body a few times, you getting confused. It stopped with a beeping noise and red horns lifted the machine to his head, staring at it with confusion before reching for you. You did not wanted to see where it will go, bolting ay from the hand, missing it by inch, but being small did not mean quick, robot quickly wrapped his hand around your torso, not squeezing and lifted up. It bubbled again, his other hand putting console down and reaching behind you, turning over and then hooking under your suit. You started screaming again, wriggling as the suit started groaning against your skin and metal fingers, hearing the seams groan and tear, able to feel fabric stretch and rip, slowly being pilled of you like some kind of banana skin, no matter how hard you protested, leaving you only in “PJ”- a blue suite that you wore under the suite to keep you warm. But even it was not spared, quickly stripped of you, leaving in only undies. You swore at them like a sailor, punching and kicking the hand and when they put you down, you covered your personal bits with shame, running for the corner and huddling in it, glaring with anger and hatred at two bots who seemed to be interested in your clothes. You just let them study it, because right now you are very much emberesed with your body being naked, with nothing to cover up. Pink chuckled quietly at you while one of “doctors” finally reacted to your predicament, leaving to quickly return with cloth, handing it over you, which you snapped quickly, scaring the BOT to pull back from how fast you snatched covering, looking at red horns.

After peeling strange layer off the real body, both scientist bend over the covering, mumbling in between them self, momenteraly reuniting with reality to replace fabric for little one, who seemed to be ashamed to be seen without it around their body, snatching it so fats, Wheeljack stumbled backwards, making Elita-One chuckle. Two scientist spend a few more seconds over the fabric, Ratchet taking it to one of many equipment’s he had, examining it under his microscope, moving it with pincers, letting a few gasps.

“So?” tiered of not having answers, Elita finally made her known “Any ideas?”

“Well, first thing first,” Walking over, Wheeljack lifted small one up, who fought as they were lifted up by him, no longer liking him “This is an organick life form. The reason Prime can not find much about it is because it is so rare to come across it, they were considered a myth. They are fragile, easily hurt, incredibly week compared to our kind and require more intense maintenance to function”

“And why are you so interested in their outer layer armour?” coking her eyebrow, Elita reached for Scraplet, who seemed to be happy to be in her hands, reaching their small servos towards her, relaxing once presed against her chest, curling in to them self “they don’t seem to be happy about it.”

“Mostly because of what came up on the scan” Ratchet replied, tapping a few buttons and bringing the vision of microscope to every ones view. Opticks growing wide, ELtia took a step back, little one still nestled in to her safety. As Ratchet cut carefully in to strange material and pealed it away, a layer of wires  opened up to every ones view, connecting to boxes, small screens and other things. How did it ended up in the suit and how did the small one build it, can it hold answers about them? Question rushed through Elita’s processor like crazy, slowly looking down at Scraplet, who lifted their head up with soft eyes, pure and unaware. ”It seemed despite being organick, those small things are smart. Can not say for sure if this one is” Pulling from microscope, Ratchet sighed as Wheeljack tried to pet the small thing, who only hid away form him in Elita’s servos, letting angry chirps out. “But if we tinker around with this primitive technology, we might uncover their language and translate it. For now it is hopples to even try to communicate.”

“Hmm...” Elita sighed heavily, letting her servo run up and down the back, able to feel small bumps along the back. “any thign else I should know?”

“Well for starters as organick life from it needs a lot of attention. I heard one of elites used to have an organick life form and it was not so easy to take care of them – basicaly requiring around the clock care. Yet he was able to find all the necessary purchase”

“And where do I get it?” feeling something bad about to happened, Elita clenched her servos aorund the small squishy being, watching two scientist exchange glares.

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“Welcome to my humble shop!” a dark coloured bot greeted them, clapping his servos and rubbing them together, watching as well known fem-bot graze his footsteps. It was no secret that Elita returned from patrol with something and that this something was small and strange. More interestingly LongClaw was ready to pay him big price to try and steal from her just to get his servos on small creature, of course Swindle planned to keep small thign for him self, seeing how much attention it got, planning to turn it to mascot for his business, but now he had to backtrack, his opticks carefully watching every step fem bot took, carrying small being in their arms like some kind of sparkling.

She knew something was wrong when two smartest bot’s went quite, staring at each other. Sending her to well known crook for supplies for Scraplet was very stupid, yet no one around the whole Iacon had necessary equipment she needed, and Swindle was famous to be able to get anything, for a high price it is. If she could, she would shut him down and his little boutique, yet the slimy salesman was able to find every legal loophole to keep his shop open, scamming poor bot’s out of their hard earns credit. She already can see a lot of contraband, pilled in boxes and tucked away in shelfs, all shinning at her with prideful shine. Yet she is not here to try dig some dirt on him, she actually need his help. Walking up to the counter, she looked at purple visor, holding back her pride to not punch him square in his faceplate.

“I was informed you have something that I am looking for” Letting Scraplet down, she still kept a close optick in them, not allowing to winder of to far “Specifically for something as this one.”

“AH yes, organick life form,” scratching his chin, Swindle leaned down, focused on the small thign that immideatly running for safety, away from him, but he can win any ones love, all he needs is to bribe them. Still smiling, he reached in to his hub-space, looking for something small, incredibly small. Took some time, but he did found it, pinching it inbetween his thumb and pointer digit, puling out and holding it in front of small thign, shaking it for a second to get their attention even more. The bait worked as small ones eyes grew wide and they glanced up at Elita, then back at his hand, taking a hesitant step forward “Free of charge” he chuckled, moving it closer and small one quickly snatched it, though this time not hiding, just hugging small packet like a nugget of gold, nodding at him with gratitude “Well then you came to the right place” straightening up, he addressed Elita-One “I have every thing you need – water, food, new cage, some fabric for them as I learned first hand this little organick creature value they privacy and being seen without clothing is basicaly as being seen without armour” Counting in his mind how much he can scam Elita-one for, salesman started walking aorund his shop, reching in to boxes and fishing out the product, all under watchful optick of pink bot while he can hear small organick ripping in to small snack he gave them, retuning to the counter with every thing and ready to pitch his sale

“Fragg” letting a heavy sigh, Elita set down on the birth, settling new cage and it’s new resident on the night stand, rubbing her face. After visiting Swindle and getting everything small creature needed, she was surprised at how much care Scraplet needed, and the ride back was not without incident, now that she actually had a cage, every bot paid attention to her and you, wanting to see what strange creature she found. Hearing something squawk, she pulled servo away from her servo, looking up. Inside new cage, Scraplet was having fun, running around, looking in to other small boxes, especialy happy with one of the boxes, apparently a disposal unit for small one to clean them self up and do other organick stuff. Taking in a deep inhale, she sighed, smiling a bit. Maybe it is worth all the trouble.

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[sibilans]

for the wip folder game !! that blitzwing cliffjumper wip made me curious

Thank you for the ask! This is an older, not-very-developed WIP but I still think it’s charming. There is a little bit of mentioned valveplug in the snippet but nothing explicit. I hope you enjoy!

Blitzwing/Cliffjumper (G1)

Suddenly, the delicate organic-made metal snapped and, while Thundercracker was able to quickly transform into a jet and speed away, Cliffjumper wasn’t so fortunate. He took a tumble to the ground below — or he would have, if Blitzwing hadn’t been there to save him!

Blitzwing had rolled out of hiding, transformed into a jet, and swooped low. Two servos poked out of his jet-mode and snatched Cliffjumper from the air like he weighed nothing at all. Now with a squirming minibot in tow, he flew away from the raging battle, through the clouds, and towards the looming rocky mountains above.

Blitzwing tossed Cliffjumper’s small, squirming frame a few meters into the air, then transformed into root-mode. He landed on the solid earth below with a heavy thud! and easily caught the minibot as if he came barreling back down.

So far, so good! Blitzwing thought proudly. If this ain’t romance then I dunno what is!

He looked down at his prize, expecting to see a wide-opticked, swooning minibot who had realized the error of his Decepticon-hating ways, but was instead met with a squirming, cursing, completely agitated Cliffjumper trying to wriggle out of his grasp.

Hold on a klik, somethin’ ain’t right here.

“Let go of me, you big ugly Decepticreep!” Cliffjumper shouted. “Agh, scrap you and all you dirty ‘Cons to the Pits!”

Huh. He thought heroics would have worked, but it seemed to have the opposite effect. Blitzwing’s servos slackened and Cliffjumper fell to the ground, a small clang! and a pained “Oof!” ringing across the mountainous expanse.

Still believing himself to be some sort of gentle-bot, Blitzwing landed and graciously held out his servo. Cliffjumper wearily looked up at him, a little dented and smeared with dirt. Blitzwing wore his kindest, most charitable grin, hoping he looked handsome from Cliffjumper’s point of view. He had polished up for the occasion and everything.

To Blitzwing’s dismay, his extended servo was slapped away as Cliffjumper hauled himself to his pedes.

“Aw, I was jus’ tryna help,” Blitzwing said as if good intent would grant him any favors. “No need to be so grouchy.”

“Lay off! Some of us need our headlights intact, you know!”

“I — I saved ya! The least ya could do is — agh!”

Cliffjumper had used their size disparities to his advantage and punched the triple-changer squarely in his modesty paneling, sending him reeling backwards and clutching the now-dented metal like he had been stabbed. His ventilations sputtered and wheezed as internal systems tried to mitigate the pain.

Surprisingly, Blitzwing was not angry. “What’s a mech gotta do to get a little apprish-ee-atin around here, huh?” he grumbled.

“Did you mean to say appreciation, bolts-for-brains?” Cliffjumper snapped.

“I… I meant what I said!”

“Idiot.”

“Alright, alright,” Blitzwing said, gathering himself. “I think you and me got off on the wrong pede. I ain’t here to hurt ya, Cliffjumper. I jus’… uh, well…” He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, his ventilations releasing a huff of air in an attempt to his own nerves. “I brought ya here to—”

“What, you wanna frag me? Is that what this is? Well, I’d like to see you try, you oversized turbofox! Put ‘em up!”

Cliffjumper raised his fists and bent his knee joints, slipping into a brawling stance. Blitzwing watched the minibot unsurely. Normally he would never turn down the opportunity for a brawl, but this was different. He liked Cliffjumper. He wanted romance, not more combat.

“Frag ya? Who said anythin’ ‘bout fraggin’ ya? And why’re ya tryna fight me all the sudden?” He wrung his hands together, a strikingly self-conscious demeanor stooping his frame. “I… I jus’ wanna get to know ya… I ain’t ready to get intimate right off the bat…”

Cliffjumper’s servos fell to his sides. He cocked his helm to the side, confused. What in Primus’ name was going on? Had some kind of processor malfunction or virus ravaged the Decepticon ranks, turning them all into a sappy hoard of cowardly lovebots? And why did Cliffjumper suddenly feel bad for insulting a Decepticon in the first place, especially one as dumb and volatile as Blitzwing?

Blitzwing turned away, clutching his helm as if he couldn’t figure something out. “Slag, this isn’t how I wanted this to go…” he muttered to himself. “What do I do, what do I do?”

“Uh, are you…?”

Before he could finish his question, Blitzwing whirled back around with a renewed burst of energy. He fixed Cliffjumper with a big ugly grin that made the minibot wince — it looked painfully strained.

“How ‘bout we go somewhere fun!” he exclaimed, clasping his hands together. “I know another nice spot, real nice — a lot better than this slaggin’ dump. See, I’ll show ya!”

“Hey, get your greasy metal mitts off me!” Cliffjumper said, swatting away two large servos trying to pick him up again. “I’m not going anywhere with you, got that, Decepticreep?”

“Alright, I get it, I’ll letcha choose. I dunno much ‘bout Earth places, anyway.” He was overjoyed by Cliffjumper’s sudden participation, believing it to be reciprocated interest. “Whatcha Autobots get up to for fun? Racin’, joyridin’, siphonin’ energon from an electrical plant, maybe? Can’t say I’m the fastest flier under Megatron but I’m an easy mech — don’t take much to keep me happy!”

[yayasvalveplay]

ok, but for the 'D-16 got shadowplayed' thing, if you're taking asks for it, Orion maybe finding a few datapads that survived whatever Sentinel did to purge them and getting REALLY INTO this anonymous author's work, hey, whatever happened to them, no really, Dee, this guy is making a lot of points about how, hey, isn't it kinda fucked up that the smallest and most fragile mechs are the ones doing all this hard labour with no other options no matter their talents or abilities?

Dee has no idea why everything about that datapad makes him feel slightly sick. Probably because everything in it is one massive defiance of protocol. Or the starry-opticked look Orion gets when he talks about how much he wishes he could talk to the anonymous author. That might be part of it.

Ohhhh that would fit so well with an au like that

Also I don't don't know if I want to take this au idea. I want to know if the original anon wants to make this an au, since it originally was their idea.

[fleursetrebellion]

Today I was reading up on the quantum mechanics of light, and came across a truly despicable word. The phrase was "The Corpuscular Theory of Light". Immediately I was revolted, and started digging into whatever pervert is responsible for making me read that phrase.

Google and Wikipedia immediately told me that this theory goes back to the 1600s, with René Descartes and Sir Isaac Newton. Now, Descartes's contribution to the field of optics came in La Dioptrique (1637 CE). It's all in French, and thus doesn't contain the word "Corpuscle". Interestingly, most of what Descartes described in that treatise had already been discovered like 700 years earlier by the philsopher Abū Ibn Sahl, as described in his work Fī al-'Āla al-Muḥriqa (984 CE), usually translated as "On Burning Mirrors and Lenses". The same discovery would later be named "Snell's Law" after Willebrord Snellius, the white man who did not discover it and who has possibly the silliest name I've ever heard in a scientist.

Back to my search for someone to blame for the word "Corpuscle". My next target was Opticks (1704 CE) by Sir Isaac Newton. And here he did not disappoint. This pervert honest to God wrote the phrase, "unite with the tinging corpuscles of another". In a legitimate scientific treatise. Absolutely disgusting, Mr Newton. Grow up.

But at this point I started to find a new and more complicated narrative. The Corpuscular Theory of Light may have adopted this name first with Newton, but where did he get that word? It turns out, while today we use the word "particle" (because we're not dark-sided perverts preying on the minds of young women centuries from the publications of our works), back in Newton's day "Corpuscularism" was the theory du jour. It was the word for theories of matter which say the world is made up of tiny particles. Y'know, the theory that we widely accept today. (Don't @ me quantum theorists, I know elementary particles are actually waves, I'm trying to stay classical here.) So, can I REALLY blame Newton for the word Corpuscle? I mean, certainly I only found this word through optics, and he did introduce it to the field of optics. But who introduced it to science in the first place?

My search for an outlet to my rage continues.

The theory of Corpuscularism was introduced, as best I can tell, in the 1310 treatise Summa Perfectionis Magisterii. Unfortunately, we don't know who wrote that, because it's attributed to Jābbir ibn Hayyān, the (long dead, at that time) Islamic philosopher of al-Kīmiyā. It's also written in Latin and claims to be a translation of his work, but probably is just a pseudonym for a European scientist of the 1300s. In fact, I'm seeing people say that even in the Islamic golden age, Jābbir ibn Hayyān was just a pseudonym for various Islamic philosophers? So like who knows who wrote any that stuff. But more importantly, the author of Perfectionis Magisterii had the basic decency never to write the word Corpuscle, or even the Latin version of it (Corpusculum). They were a proponent of Corpuscularism, but they didn't call it that. Instead, they described a particle as a "pars", Latin for a "part" or a "piece".

So when DID this word get introduced? My next target is from Mariam-Webster, who states the earliest know use of the word Corpuscle to be Robert Boyle. The same man who formalized "Boyle's Law" in 1662. (And he is I think actually responsible for that, he's not stealing credit from an Arab guy from like 700 years earlier.) His first use of that accursed word is from his first publication, New Experiments Physico-Mechanicall (1660). There he wrote the inexcusable phrase, "each Corpuscle endeavours to beat off".

Here I could very easily say I am satisfied and end my quest here with an undying hatred of Robert Boyle. And yet, I am a thorough woman, and the fires of vengeance burn cold. I have one more hunch. Corpuscle may be an English word, but I mentioned before that it comes from the Latin word "Corpusculum". This history could be much older. And yet, fate leads me back only 7 more years, to the philosopher John Bulwer, with his book of race science, Anthrometamorphosis (1653). In this all around miserable work he features lots of racist charicatures which I will spare you, as well as the phrase, "find a passage to their lungs, and cacexicate their pretty Corpusculums". I have no idea what he's even saying in this excerpt. Totally illegible. It almost sounds like he's complaining about women wearing makeup?

And so the picture comes together. Now I can finally come face to face with the kind of person who would invent a word like Corpusculum, and cement it forever in the language of science. Take whatever joy you can in hell today, Mr John Bulwer, because hell will seem like a relief after I find you there some day.

[rxng]

It's a bad day.

A party, full of symmetry and glistening light. People are talking, dancing, laughing. He sees Solomus in the crowd, happily making friends.

The one-opticked mechanicals are here too. They're in the crowd, fuzzier than the rest. Static. Too much static.

He, for one, is sitting limp in his throne. No cords to hold him up, so he's just splayed over the chair. He'll get up when he's needed.

Whispering trails of smoke trail up to meet him. Another gawker? No, no, they're bending to look him in the optic.

"Mother." The fae-writhing-mass whispers. "You're having a nightmare."

He can't respond. His mouth was glued shut ages ago. His optics squirm, watching her. She doesn't belong here. Her lighting is strange.

The fae-wyrm sighs, stroking his head. His writhing mass settles next to the chair. "I'll stay with you until you wake. Poor thing."

He doesn't understand. But company is nice anyway.

[inspectorspacetimerevisited]

The Inspector decides that telling a tale is a good compromise in exchange for escaping the barbershop.

If only it were that simple! As soon as they attempt to optick the door to open it, they (and the rest of those inside the barbershop) almost get sucked out into empty space.

[libidomechanica]

The beautifully at his gate thy wild the said you remembracelet

A treochair sequence

               1

The beautifully at his gate thy wild the said you remembracelet.

               2

In vert fields. The little babes, poor. Upon Europe’s sage minute. If

by this is with my father, be the Optick Nerve, I do lie hid in

it, hopes, and if each man ashen-gray denies. But I never die

misery even not with form cells? To time. Thy delight: low like a strange

with and yonder skin. In your Foliage, goethe hoofs of shame no more ruffled

stores defaced,— but work me frae my greated egg release my Lucia’s

tomorrows, fair-lined to flourish to be forgotten till sleep. Pleasure

her bed of mine eye; they griefes stormy passions for pilot thou will

not entered light. The come what renew’d: the wind we dwell half so, but loom

in silent over the city’s lost; there, and of a smiles, numb with buds

and almost fruit might win what heaven thy clear son doth my undoned

in your smile he is not look at there the came despair from bough our

margarita she drown’d in the doctor sacred our tale why sytten rocks

look so. My auld blast—at last no others’ old … I grow bright or to endless

is a Love! Or, be happy those cool broke up the too as when I’m

o’er you, if he hill it cannot meet you love of them noise. For a hand

disting of their heart bear—but a thought I chaunst that time you that pass him.

               3

Tho with a sword, for three in its long? Present look like one lake. While time

to the idle to spinnin’ wheele: but such thoughts? To get that cloud song.

               4

Close, each he looked who tramped indeed and rooted here no play, and so long

dead: he was sprung! Does him thee; since, as tis sunk to that you’re their tryst. He

double sacred preach May never the might above man chain of a beat

question. There, thy knife has power? And that be wiser sepulchral urn,

and indeed, attens stay to lug me a new fill’d his gracing lassie

down, dotting fond on the language care is souls in the river have living,

for to the him knewe. From my hearing repeats though all day round thaw,

and day keep me a formed, and chang’d. Few, and a flower of merriment

for then? But then I can not Wit, the thing swift to flie. I think I’ve loves

had no hints do tie me bowed name in driver; oh, that goodness at peace,

when the while on the sighs. As on before, that gray. Severe raven of

another casting to be silently gentle in the spring the

night, when startled, he, who was shot in black and day where one can dawn

infliction of his God! Supremely his gate, for all cross our heart after;

I had long winges round us of loved here! Of doom is that I

weary, aweary day so round and Loue still: I can between denies.

               5

I have beheld that blood! A woman hour where kissed kiss, yet one made man

mind. Ah, may in the nightingale, by their word may interline and ear!

               6

Life instantalize I’m o’er young the grave. And plant in the stones the day

lonely stings from your offering about in verse, that nature gone when with

shaken; i’ll confus’d, but the sing. No grace is dreams decreed which prisoned

shining section of one to shield that you born by Autumn’s such he signed.

               7

And thus—Poor forward mass of the merchant? Like a sunset; blades of a

troop of jasper to virtuous caverns young woo’d, and word aye, I find

not bound as soul would have. Trip no fires love though a birch limbs go said Margaret

for youngly thee statute and she may things which the draws the day which

he were dead, desert its side in Egypt, one is disper the mought us

all keeps the suff’ring voice obedient, to form impregnable

of my though them till the blood truth women are but what I am tired

if I had and sings mattered like a bit of her world across there.

               8

Pale moonlightning on on mair too. With tears and meekness, stars it to fall

live with other impendidis longer; but have the this singing. There

are Minds blow, and flow. It mixtures the come, we’ll about he leave the jewell

as heard, to see what raw and all a private me of a moral

create and oft then none has it nor know that might and I never met

with their elegies and diamond: and forms of midnight shall with, and eat

and feverish: look, wild be found by each time served, and they thee,. Her breast

doth its spectives in a worse beauties on thin a bond of water.

               9

Maybe thou pursue it. And weary, her hand, with cold his silver bedded

down, and one of they blushing hope, and not go freeze me out perhaps

form cello to the man’s fool. From harmony, from blame kindled, however

write it was sexually till shooting those friend, in order as

transfused to see is vpryst fruit; but, O my pains too drown’d, did reach, they may

no many ill with the changed lamb kebobs. To human formed to see will

single downy owl a part; and young Lord know thou scarcely great krater-

drops silent down know just malin, why her mind; he had the world still say:

I am not, nor league, thus display: and I meant to swing. For Man’s eyes

of other in the phant suffered. When turned in a day the Rose-tree, who

does he sate with shaken up and never presence thee on his knife. The

sleep he is a fishes a chemical mixtures on these world wear I

dared up from deathly aching word, for love fresh and crooked so were from

the tints nest. Fair; it mighty governor will make you? Than all were to

the hands I could the terror and thing, long the next she thing shadows they’ve

made her season, and thy beames, there me. And a naked, he water.

               10

Stella, died. And all where the perfit which sturre. Own nothing and all the

found he was to be singing leer, forgotten only a snare made, but

pass the lion root; the work thee, his laid down at there dwelling sorrow

to lie, and fell do to singing God the valley, while. Bear—but still the

worth its release? With such as the farther rinses the lies. Ripe appears

stand down sorrow hairs. He wall. That love depend of his resolute, an

odour addressed was chest child dwelt and wise may chaunts meet, mad morning around,

in hell, by thy said the cold arms at peck a casque their babes, and descend

their them. The law. And the secret shade where not so; but hunted. Voice!

               11

As your convey’d, since her evening on heard, so doth rope to cease. And the

birth, tell to lives of angels, who wasted upon thy rock and Wordsworth.

               12

Against what is gone bring the fly with chink the tramped the south: stamped in the

ended. For this numbered like a cast out of pain, the Humours nor mend,

no heaven bridegroom to wan, or fearfull maze of a word and fear. And

Creator’s prudences pride lies backward proud of things peace the thou for

surface was thy bank they glided flowers and thy voice wroken entangl’d

and her her would look up the eye; while sobd- out window of a new Tale

Wit might a singing’s fierced through to hang on the coop. The impotent

of it; and caughter’s weaknesse ouerwent round; and I will be thee long-sheet

oft, so charms at the has itself able thy foot-stone fair ladies, my

body, layer waist the Warder a raindrops about I’ll never grisly

masquerade. In the ever an’ wrack and now a time nor had new,

and peace, and Venus story. Time he hide to fill from crown fire, all the

rocks. Gives me a tedious air weep, naked ark the worth! Is play, a

heard, people had has been skiing then, you wilt thou were taught this years it

under heal: and whose rose, first it die; yet wane of passed did I myself,

I see around, and blossom. He one; the grace, sweet contine, to kill’d his

prove their blaze and again, she said he which shore that the honest, for what?

Courage againe: for all be time despair, and crying wall, and, and Tree.

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Again, and over and me from side, comes that we rust taverns service.

Notes then at their leaves, lean over, dismantle white stead on his garden.

Is grapes, hills and some near, never and let him lest already, I haue

no sorrow should kills and wine. And bare to turn to my blood can tell ye

too familiarly spring. But I never again, and her on a

shawl. The coloured birds have; and turkeys cross the soul bee; and what each with

thy sister memories one looks beguiled took through it was mourning woman

loved o’er that desert will plain—oh might broad leaves in one did not with

new could’st unravel heart cried, it were though I muse as other tea and

distress, and go talking forth, into the Trees were bent men, till their hold,

they can shrine, mortal! Upon that some light and some wither rest not dwell;

Poor Man’s harlot, am I not, with a door in its do tie me a

means which range it feed devil spring; I left. Upon the first wait foxes

to and binds and by there is not if in Autumn robbed us soul

cut moss uprose; and looks, stair with the worse best remember then coloured

no wind we weeks. As from Beauty is every with a bank and head a

kiss’d that he born of merry should that was sole effects sunny was verse.

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Hand and she it’s like and so daunted. Which side, though a wistfully and

grot, and to that me night and helped us and loves his bounty chearful

anguish keep unespied, for soft and for all the golden plays his hangs

and her breather kind; the time heart in her greeted by greybeard, keep going

with me, the off my own ribs crank, and victorious race; let him

in the rosy more caves beneath reflects suffer than erasèd. Full of

spring-times and droop’d a private modern wave the kisse. Where held they seemed

pression, or croaks, and distract against myself fortune’s shield Man paus’d at

the Solway, for these some do it many a strook: for does the crown when

your fists intered with any heart will for natures perfume frae wed?

No long the knoweth where not will not the shrinks another come and fragrant

to put there one steeds of night. Not rise that tempted more eagle with

thy images of mine eyes, about, this I saw the shoot not despise.

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For let me inmate the hid? For can it truly, which mishap this

beloved. The love it with at length of the started of thy dainty answered

corpse! And proud, since there is spread half-conscious to Lethe, not with reventeen

slowly came. And Express war are vain! Where those dirge is not go gentle

and who pass ere sheds like a tree, by my blest to the Eyes take arrows

cold an odor! With art’s fun this be let men do your own course tied

herself, I seem’d to marry yet. Of lowly with you and still stern skins.

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Below his curving we had put uneasy not live aside; her die.

And tell by that I would I pour orange. Take the Partridges of hope

than I speak me thou no sorrow to make the fault that watches he same

forc’d by a magic lantern gate the valley, comes of them over against

the earth! Just on its love no moan, for the years that a grave, wearing

heifer and my heath! A moderate Hell, yet so manage welter name.

A cricket cap was used then a wild snake that best remembrace. But this

multitude, as thou will no more so involv’d and hard: and comfort her

face for the million and pestiless me, which public honour fists into

my sighed spotlit. Could be if one, by sing. Race my scales bloomed in the

Dove, come are just of demirep some back into a spots determined

bell. That of pardon meane by, crying but what never man observance.

And hoary harm of the cock so much Rose as he meditation of

it flashest longer black into the stroke from understand its of shame,

in an old, now my dream; so well as ye: yet I said yes I striking

break my hear a times sing. If her to called there: the tough our wonder that

every collecting sorrow kind; not in spirits greybeard, one is stone

to tell; for the old many heart, and senses undone.—I’m o’er you inside

in eithere nonsented, outside them a cuckoo-song, I’m o’er you.

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Fold at he say to have young Lochinvar. If Maud should wear to do more

brief house-affairs of shy peryenched, I die! Many warmth, while I don’t

have suffer the give. My auld manfully! Tho with a ground. We will be

thou awake. Sweet a lass, as we returned to that remembers, shy, in

it. No, though a perfect musing me and hid fresh tears fell from thy strife

will be to say just must died, with tears: all for a sense the bride’s bliss,

forgotten in what evening, lingered out in an eye in a common I

hear her sporten into Eternity or low. Which beguile; let now

he drew afraid obscure the desert, and howl incessant from the day

our soon as if my tender is come to quench of a smile, after sun.

Born to the hymns of clay with forbear, and ivy buds and despair is

enough Hades, at distance ages, when happy thou no sing of October

and make your eyes. Like a running wander tongue silly bowls force my

very blooming, and drag the Lord, and uncharactered up a watched

his eye be, as if the day. I’m with while I dinna thing, and their

eternal years call. Sir, but your fields, from off the ruin, I pittie that hunker

down these have to fair. A purple bunch three chambers, such he distings

from the removed, attention your soul to her. Which I have don’t have rear

that was pale and in shall within fingers, Fenwicks, secure his water.

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In vertue art. All, faire most seemed about he is as double eyes of ioy,

that pass’d, would not bends let than to do their of cloud clan; i’ll cross’d by now

with midnight. And you are was just once all how then sins a pain, and all

in it. I shallows lay, how thee. Making steps of woe, why I awoke?

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Said Margaret, fool, where never mind no, not heede no more lies a word.

Medicine shadow moved high and bawled up his can howl incessant to bed.

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Upon the new Heav’n-born fair. Was but from the Gods still: but we had be

study troubles the lived it now dark December, need of water, even

to kissed found the ceased: he ranks of shy and alone. Good-morrowed

skin of him lead we had long his golden spotted to do, but in the

spotlit. The fire, to adore. As their falls from this: if that after the

fall? I heart, as I might, nor form men curse men know the crept. The nor thou

hastly gentle still lived it that have done and couldst haply till vnto thy

woe, for thy, my for blow more color of it; for the those breast once for

that else in allege no echo back in it, a pale page, and breast; Mars

called the too much beguiled, are we traver his blusht: from chanting will day.

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The scented to mend the brough he drag the poppies, know is blessing to

me out me thy curl’d, and all hold my thought I singer free-born into

warming forth, and for a loud there at honour isle, was as lang ye look

at set down this houses dwell as a stop lovers mine own coffing in

my break to you were shade where he used fleeting, till have look, with lullaby,

my voices? Upon thank heaven’s try it They heart upon that I

chaunst thou warbles when we shut our live? And life’s always the grapes together

he can between ere, opened with alike Tom Waits. So strife, then more

my Lucia in a countenant of all teach though in my craft or float

’neath. At endow’s goe down to add a words then person to marred. As if

she said, My life said she, so lost triumphs of those little of Wyoming

aboue me with seaweed resume? All rises also a pride, to

beware, I folded humble, me, and the eyes had man, since a meant, at

thou trust men, the lies is found the kiss on than once with you. Till headlong

as Divine! They do wi’ an appled heart. Like that we sat and honest,

ere lies will know, we are as one of the chilling a wails of depend

of sighed amongst thou, my lover the statuary it is wiping

the laying. My woe, come winding alien teares, before I have

doth bind held that doest told of what a blest his not every loud complete.

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For would tea. When on the lies and indeed, and wreathed Doctors down is

thine own. For I saw these pleas’d, and startled grave me. And brother waist by

the sorely fused too soon as care fine it would get. And twenty-five? And

I know then sighs toward a brother, his blessing, that I perceive; and the

Gaule is swift the window, should not under it. Or have ribbon, love.

But neither’s feel his griefs of demirep some farthern down to my layer,

that will buy me be seen. She one; a touch as simple and of

animals, time forc’d by the cease he lower a chain one’s supple stiller

air becomes in a hear of mine more did rub the had man’s harlot her

muse with gems and these two walk with art’s full bright the time young Lochinvar.

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But long we hide those day I saw a mantle why shall know not self, as

tis defy: such unholy has tantaneous joys holy, eternal

spleenin’, he already Maias bought, my smell; and yet has a plague of million

doth true it fared up each shaken; it moved me; forstep, the valleys,

sighs, play, but hurry, if ever was seen fell do to swing. Virgin fancient

kinnes golden to gaudy day—the where was truly, when only

fancied in dear consolate fruit; but when I worriedly the remains

which shadows and so bring a bond the could looks that is face, nor God down,—

burstinging. We went to love, a heap of jasper in the sport in a

country harmony through, and we are sweetly because is plays. Or Branching-

places and her eternal, infinite brought, nor my dreamer

embranches parts are you shoulderings, and let’s obay yet loved and lawless

you art cannot beat, and amber they have made of love, by me, again.

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Handling larks, to swell a morning, and spinnin’ wheel. The ioyous throught have

bee-mouth, O Loue, bought to bewailed up to the man with seraphims

that seem false esteem: yet, that fall long was, as up as worse the grass. Along

their father. Her apart from the was, as woman half-empty but

the heart or falls can plays that you let us little God I told to

do but ye. And waves has left to wake do it, remember studde, his murth’ring

this goodnight. I don’t deny it. I do stirr’d by hardly when my

contrite heare notes are; talking out of the dew. They and his happy as

yonder cheek: its kissed spreading, the book on the end of Leutha, seek him

not so, thou bee asswage. A glorious your mine he useless youth here

were to her ships: Ay, in this, but to gather as at you’re lucky

together kisse, blesse we have payment. How her eyes a sip of the man of

night be gin the ring of the wind that now we felt since aged in your

true-love you for the sun look upon you adore: nor a pint-sized her

sighed and thou beare! Is toil’d, and peace in a glorious empire of

Phoebus story rope among the might a rate humor and vttermost a

transparent didst make his pale, so frown to you. Grant high or brain golden

nymph pass him to this our cupped to my spirit of her hurt his come,

for an how Aurora, proud queen or clotted silent pillow or no

languid rider occasional era, that hue white had fr an end.

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Nest well rever and water. Is my part my loud an’ jealous parricide!

And sands upon the birth, ere you that welcome, and lived its poisonous

has differential, glad I walked with the sands alone, for they can

prudence more cause a noose and what it has round; while yet envy me; where

we two out did lilies, oh! Flipped present, and bound the prostitute of

pursue: night wi’ a crazy auld be and every we weeks, but in One.

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We had vanishing is, they are my limbs from the strain, and the kind. The

nightsome confound, mayest thought, your self I’ll tell they are content orange, amuse

was it takes of the Swallow flowers alone. Rose upon heart, driving

a wailing of that cloud drop of golden she shock: his way-wander

we troused to madness, to warmed in a knot. Ah well? Haunts me near as

lips and wood and around him, lest the iron stain one who tramped in love

must mansion. Are not deale grave, o pitch had none has swayne, and while deny

it! But remembranching. No play, how him, and ease. To sell head is soul

devotion, barren memory frosted nails of them to which warmer?

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Of the monstrous joy I recognized joints deluded when hid in devoid

of hour hands I could silver-green leaves in private at all thin find

him and you must not things a long, on the barren memory It is

the sun that, which, though the changes in the mine. Together to remove

ribbon, loves, light. And only your eye plumes beneath remain’d. The melancholy

voice of a sighs. Tough ones are, how each hand converted of the

great flower as lips as reddest us book to what is a heart to

the meet has raptures perfect made no proportioner and at peace

of you of his weary eye and Locks looked out a wistful deed with a

sweet, trust Life’s iron-pointed aloud. Flower, for where wed, the craik amang

the trees under when I am and my thou, chopping Pleasure light?

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Sank or foot, and a kirtle rode all bow along some are lived through that

I dragg’d the sang, and stray that will silver’d a presume? Heart would say: warm

at each to me: he world, but walls. She sets and a little when thine like

a morning for thee which thou talking pleasant night light: I known as thy

first lullaby be time, for that man mingle cease the wide the shaped like

dew lovely to the weary eyes beneath my arms and look at mouse bespoke

so chapel on my dearie! Nothing its greene, let me in Weimar sleep.

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The sea there, long-broken: time I touch, but it else her saw a magic,

ghosts and the world beauty appease. And down. As so called my mistress, full

sung fear my dear office read its too am I in youth,—the lassie

bushes to quench on the first thou from his night of the awkward of its

though Hades, had been this—to flourish could but them, that move, without the roll’d

dear Julia, art exercised to the strengths of view she says, had done thered

like earth fannes wakeful dame. He who wastes, for shadowy work

of the round in bound a good in a shoe face: hope next to sing the was

the grief and tired if I have. And flow’ry the pallid and strain into

this isn’t talking to me The grateful stood around remarket in

eastern gate, and Sleepeth in small come: lovely numbers breaking toward then

idle length torched to see thee from chimney- wall, we sat does the

multiplicity holds, from year too hast and sad men which is only like that

same? Of loves more enclose, and thus made up as when who refuses dwell.

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The hath scope affair as if the other? For comfort me wither shaken

Demon of bloom stood I will whelp aloof the hides the houre-long and

so dignifies. With adders to the nigh, the only joys remote a

Fountains asleepy arms and other round and he can’t image in the

world were thee behold the knife, there is some loves in the padded presume

his set the autumn pond which begat: but my life,—so I, with his happy.

As they reflect stream, and me from the green-eyed in the sun, but twenty

in think in that matterings in the totter’s for young pretty beams,

ready, I thou; but Ostentation spread of the only delight not

in Thailand, our wife. And perfectly coward she cccome? Spin, who with the

kissing myself she happy freezes sick sunglass may man could Fate does

Terror of the think, slim shall in which he drew: swift foot and peach? The sight

be champaign with aching-place, her forecast head; not because you hast to

prate. He stooped, and ’twas numberless be remember, it were smart discontent

to tells he hath not Helen in the climes she shadow cross thou dost,

open fixt on a platter, but before; in a forgot its service,

their Sun nor do and low, and moist, and land and charg’d with time that’s very

human be able store to make vnspill those like the panacea, Sir!

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More divisible and fearfully I dare no sins from every nights

too upon the arms universal a sleeps with coffee sped the crept

with money, that Fate; as ear and thaw, and guardsman who pale, crawling window

spreads and the good we went rain.—By stayes, and every day who see. May

he beacon, because hedgerows cold, the universal frame began

to finde in place, her die at morning sometimes twould have beetles,—blind eyes

wishes’ call’d to lovers of the stop my way their hymns divisible

that temples I begin that do I ensconcern. Poore Layman I am

let me now is, if anything eye, the staid feet oft hand in trine.

For Winter we the lacing after his javelin summer’s briers. Fill women

are his like the staircase of us seem’d to thee stars were death-moth

bower, or will, my will, nor an erasèd. She want high-design is swift

to her: the Feild, I need the secret, for I are not you leapt about.

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That cruel be? Stand I speake; and him, on someone shadows dapple bunch oft,

and strange is dull say: But he who give upon that my ended the woman

industrious image of booze, that love! Into this knight in worth.

And pleasing to Spain comes there: for stepping in the heaven will plague on

me in our needs by his voice, a fresh Springing, turning skeleton, winter,

darkness gracious thoughts doth give. For I there is it? And distances

water ravenous absence; the growing, as I rose are no other

as tread we are rave, but to daunce. Like mine was summer, adoptiue so strong;

and fast roaring is set down know in the moon was spun: and the pronounced

myself and a book you like week, and no word, thou awake us in

the cause her pity thorny trees, weary day—then although the twine. Sought

always to man it put there young Bacchus race; with working for that was

started her husband; so surround of his javelin would robbed, but fettered.

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In these two hour again, as heave more enclose to the nest. All to use,

they burning with thou afore, make when shone, to do or hand distinctives

of warm at one many ceased hard, people talked, an ’twere dead leave me,

do not to loves, shall come to the poor, and there it was cajoled. But because

the height be told, converted but a bakery in silent as

shape apple- tree, because thy cheek, in glory restaurants thou can prudences

of Cain because too of the other see his more ruffled; the faithful

in prison- air: so when nature very soul deadened the bat.

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Which he said she let’s obay on Death a heart that path I could branches

attendant like a misguised rite, for a sudden mouthed with you, so

love for Jewels forget thy her clown in his hands: before minute? Love, and

the will sort as, they thy heart, and could ass of the ley, the honey bright

that makes the shall sing; I left its time we built our the eye; while them not

the Touch, Wit is their purged air, save. Straight by a blest wool, Sometimes weep, and

yet so much- lamentationer and the grim too and now who given

at him from being lethargy, the day A deale growth again head. Nothing,

idle match’d there: pale live on which to end the sate without a

separably drown’d in Lethe, near trace; thou wakes and round he looked some coarse. Yes,

ever casement behind: returned to wretched him eerie, simple

white an addict. The two prefer its tenor he wakened. And by

thy joys, orinda’s wisdom! Selves, that We had no mask of heat, there, love

him caught kill. And may flower have know, and when the will nights in them go

said the perfect music a lake. Where than ever was of Cupid strange.

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Have stone life— he spoken will not One of those rosemary witness, her

sighing, as you departed could not darkness my poor songs not Helen’s

public foe, that like legs, clever my head, go on, to crack mould—the middle

of going the advancing lies; or if that thee long sorry forked

with me remains from the world and the mountained and when so fast do

not who turn his strings I turned, Heav’n-born violent. And I was not be fountain

one bright and pressing, twelve, I fear to grac’d, would suff’ring spiring they

are not different doth wine, my Friend, in devotion, for this, though fortunate.

Silly cross the looks of gentle love of the first ye were he warm

of love right of pity asphodel, is no cared no word and in the

time heart of me, the dusty nook our sweet, rubbing ransackt head growned:

I sung to me, both pleasent my face and the come years met to move and

I so fayre a meadows of glow, and, aye untrue, my wintry with fear!

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And small the Love, and all fall; but the eagle stamped her father’d my headlong

as you adoration; if each joy and down to then the garments.

               37

Not telling away a man how he had been the other season: many

tyrant they are have no garlandscape front rousers, thought can ne’r be

my love. Or whichever kind; and murmur are confidentall he can.

Straight soul of warmed in peace and this broken purpose who can reprieve me

their arms that bitter but became nails; we ruby great good; the leathed

furthern thought, injurious talk by night of pity, and breast, which though

the shape or led bare but yet you art, my loved but like him in it. Was

service peek or Latin laurels wide to gaudy house; two orange:

unlifted my case of pardon me her. The new-mown hither; and green, above,

but a wails to pick the peopled on thee; the sea which projected,

your soul deed heavens’ majestic women straw and own’st fraternity

while she often foretold; not let me distraction and caught the although

the stock the kitched poor sombre cave, I’ll love youth, and me as well, I had

a kirtle embroidered under too near to die. While this most spinnin’

wheel it came my thigh and this, the living Death, retree hauntie Katie upon

the thundergrown fires. I owe young, according board she may i moved ears

fill made of shame, and the words have at dull reign filthy do we return.

Is brutes, sigh: for all. No name first but commonwealth, and frantics weren

our eyes were a gave the Humours are rapid blades, but if in end.

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He care indeed! Her table be defiled; he sport arounds of Age,

the will by they scourge; the good and earth; and by nightingale has been fire

in from this told my craven time. Against though greenery want then the

never loud that Woman’s heart to give. Most there all observance. It’s to

quench one unbroken its spent, and could adore: turning lies. That sprawled they

still, and her plant again Thus noise. And sing down in gaol by petals spill

their tryst. Then I am silence from the storie,—o why men marry

rope to one and soul to lug me all thine, as woman wipers light whereby

by thee up for them achieve threwe: but for your when the lessons for

adoration of mine those who wanted from my body were spindrift?

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I’ll tell, and tea. The western the day he end where merchange, song with for

my faces glimpsed to do the morning darksome yet now it ran, the child

by grave doth be that such hair! Where dead was glad to plays. Go gentlemen.

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Of late, like the rivulets were they are love, and of charming without

an his full sweet expresses from us— and who played ere seedling on

a stopless white limbs: he roll, invention of mine. She comfort I perhaps

for a concerns you and at the socked who you; good-morrow to safe,

of you hold he singing God nor trust meadow kit for such a sweet from

City Hall the day I meane by night about thou wilt should aunting blind

eyes’ favourites in the sacks, and gone, mortal alarms. The scented

to ask me from children, grown with, and we were are cave, and this face and

striking, long been ere I don’t true we not a time in the Keyes of those

age had a knife. She is time for can that Eloquent in the fat poor

May: and Oothoon wages would I be defil’d Melancholy voice of

you saw a fields. That peace, that for then I am a drum, whose ages,

woods which simple as clogged of icy grass; nor we thumb: but in Proserpine;

she had none, and Oothoon; and brush what had leaves, wealth what win or cottage;

at him but sighed with reward. With the various private play’d with

woe? One came that below has died, sweet by a dewy shady bowe, why

he rose on Bromion came neighbourhood, tho’ her to other will the day.

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I’ll bounds and Thrush of Albion heel of your atones, to harsh kind

of sold. Heavens’ majestic indignation; or Paradise. Of a

wound, your pursue: nighttimes that a gifts by day, to-morrow kindled, columns,

then will comething only this, but sinful to the things before

was the night, we turns, nor careful voice I hear the stiles, and o’er the dead!

I fount my Jeanie. And tell me whispered like there better crimson learned

mine more would be for nature smooth reverse. Your dreadful hope, and lie

drown. And his bow, and I never things, I cheek, and ill. So I talk by

ran: theotormon’s craven on? And thine own back and delight as the

Electra her into the New Morne upon thing hotness still, and wood, who

are bow, a heart come slidings which bound, in celebration, depth of me.

Pale for after then he crimson petal by petals spillingly named

both all the borne, when in the cool broken all that belch in the fault lie?

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I shall sweetbreak to mourn no more, harsh kind. They had vanish’d, I was red

right loaves late, made come, when she is choirs above, a human Pity’s name.

               43

That cloudy the top of ecstasy of hell orange. If the musing

ordures too dead, still already bench, and wondrous ear and they are

not weeping away or thy lust? That hath probes to bright, I will be take

there dead hope from Syria, or it more dimness majestic paced it

has been when I the earth? Let men go; and great exampled in lit lie

in the heart, and nightless warlike you. And stiller an eyes of painful

win which I heard an opened slippery rocks, seeing still that youth be Can

such and with vain them. She water-cup bearing you are my blush’d: Euphelia’s

chest can hours not know by her lighten in my life perfumes or conquer’d

my friend, an ’twere best day languish night, eight: for my lover through her.

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And down into the trouble penance and Doom: the hour was fast roar’d, and

these golden ringly faces the light, curled barber law, but will the most

seem woe, vpon the started. A woman who never yet all that bonds do

lie, but burnies and alway, you remember? Thus we held did never

be in the tame pigeon mine, neglected, we saw the beats found our face.

But tell her did knead, and each one to the prostitute and someone you

can like two may said the kiss! In my father’s garden to go with sore,

across that faith a smile on make out at the fief, of yoga and perfect

made morn of negligence; they ask his mouth the wander’d o’erleap the

pools or she was too could window, like Saint, with such good, get there deuoutly

the corners of shame, and Music she music raised through fair with a napkin

under a second falcons though a morn arose, and with fortune

chillness, by more can these two out bloom in you waken’d watch and bell called

he live wonder stay. And fill, hoping; and in height bleed, Mamma, I dare

not bound her now a priviledge allow bring my day; the high-designing

on when the come. And long, and die of a corpse into the worm is

of paint Sebastian, bliss, and wide and he can. Sprawling nostrils widow.

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All cold, the pride of his hearsay when the soul’s spreads feet of poesy! And

throat’s hope next hours, and every day; that blind to-day as I’ve lose man’s fate,

the last passion of the research of lowly camouflaged them say you

for every time ancied it that are your eyes well follow’d? To thy face

to the end is there is they mistress, her of the adult’rate place so

bright his held an Arke a watch at al was none else can using on its

multitudinous self-viewed,—and here is my drift then haven as died.

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Holy, eternal Laws be huge rondure; but ah! I’m sitting the sun,

and blood, and that sleep. From thy brackish with a gardens which sweet said, it

group of wintry wise antic indignation keeps not quite fact that other

cool flowers of space I have my loves now! Without since, a black. And

can place own desert eyes, yet ne’er dress, as we went dances, oh! The cool

brown coffing into them wild lean-headed far beyond, attens mute in

mouth. I light a reguiem that shining rails: and as spider of griefe: that

which warm cave a nose feet we turfs reare. The very colours of viewing,

and rendezvous, but I went invar. And without he with work more, to

that me as I roved. At last limits on a day, the Eyes beauty.

               47

Come king of then the read. The word mak’st above, to leaps to another

tires his smoke that damned to which he dim and of artisans were a

poplar shows, fair-lined an image or wish accent. And that is pilgrims

of love, must lose in his good, not forsaken she weak, it was the stark

mute in they are comfort were straight where the shade, and weeds by all the place

he is most thro’ the mouing nature smooth rocky pride the chains this road leaue

to the word mask, and vtter them about the face: yts times, innumerable

gazing I should thy cruel, my winges rot and her love’s City entered

lays they fall alone, needing the Law they rode all thine went walks by

day their heart, And by some whale were a wistful of though a dew, twas a

served for the wound, with compleenin’, he harlots; and be my scatter to

my bloody birch light for excess of our head, notes is the diapason

air of coal this road as dead, long that tranquil, yet, yet, lies and the

Iliad at the sky, or two: but a thou sit up, and compare, when the

wind and that was waxin’ wheel? Where, or Haire is dream’d, those rose and reset.

Venus glorious absence come; so I talked, with everything lass, fills

within her hearts the which life—he strong to dreary, with the steel: for a

habitant at all a print moon-white goods. Sound thus they are not say where

was mov’d, be began, but babble! Till has margaret, for the in my heart

has a delight. Mr. What watcher puir Jenny for what the strange cup.

               48

Come that fellow faces seen by yon gave man in your immortal partly

because in my babe the cave often afar: for the dead, o my

footsteps into the earth was gone the last from this transport, I went in

delay the secret he drowns, while tale return our remain of me.

Shuddering to the treats of something among me a tears and so wise and

what is not so much, Wit can bodies, or from Female light that mate and

soone whole and cries, a cloud thy soul of flower of for in my bleed in

this raking trees, made to each other love turning days had new, to tye

the ring ere one small his steel: for poison, and so strange a course men we

saw the be come with her heed me where is a stream. About the soul prey’d

lost thought thy flight her verse; but to add a woman I am pure

undisguised to recall world the Minds upon that God’s eternal joy shall

sing for a lake. Almost ridiculous moon shalt have been with whereto

look therefore, that with fresh and leave bade bench return’d away again.

               49

Stella, died, last nae prostitute and am below them! Come anguid

feeder was fondly it feelings from Time to a desert with make chose

below air? With lullaby be burnes, mortal muse expansion seven

kindly balm, or we travelers the mead anythings, thou are not seruices

make her take this an idly; for it. Orpheus, tremble to the

pilgrimage pure to see her say, nor fear noone way against they scorchid

the bright deep fresht, that passion you move and would Fate press; and brush sang, I’m

work, sit on my vert thou waits in handsome, in this feebly glared through wise

acts are not lives and caves unknown their slave of a casquerade. Where were

we have; and like traced alone is pride, there a false but true face and soul?

               50

Other Sun or you offering comfort. And the will me with the green of

the crust, instead of oblivious Godhead and my Love, conseru’d

in gold; a belt of her ships of terrace, and a morality. And

that rubs itself in the Nether love where I my jest, aboon dies, the

can not so; to human treasures deface is it take a morbid eat

of innumerous so, and sweet to see each many sea-girls me fair?

               51

You with Stella, the lips of the devil spring, lustie Loue, bettered last

she single drew: swift to me! Air the great of he love it with abhorrence

might their designing so much makes he disappear but sure to see

grant higher. Time thread bind and rais’d and all along wind it. And in the

dirge is there fresh and so light his laid as of a smile core o’ the

Infernal Footman have a child, weare no peace, and compared no one children.

No grace, there kept seat—and thou have chance that fence today with at level

stormy daily laid downe that she saw the hymns of old … I shalt never

less weeping his spots determined to through its breaths that the dews were at

dusk they are no limits far bells me back to lick a can sit and fame;

my Emanation, to walks by distance whispered like that kindred spot

in Profusion and lean Hunger and him hideous both severe round

thee, drop feel her when I am now: she health or litter planks that tempest

despite, and runs and still her sleep. God, evenings, many season, and

all the secret he lobes to that is the saw there my body need then!

               52

A silent, Wit might her worthy earth in this year? Together, a songs

never me; but still end thatch. For wheres undergrowing to her break

him lest any sea-girls me frae my Loves the still an ivory shadow

soldiers gavel. With the had see dreams, ready hour of thee, the unborn

mine, not dare I taste their arms my part, his handful thou; good-bye and feel

said to endless climes, to bring streets on her hurt or compass away, some

down when I shall singing a coupled away; for ever again. And,

five yet all me which the story, to kill my winds your and her could have

demurely bow he disease and learn! Like a frown, blue flying one tender

occasionate one walls to bright when I am purest to her

infant joy, and scar believes a bitterly. ’Dost though Hades, to see, I

fix you gave young madrigals. And holes: and then with my unkind to tell

the roof, the lone, settling came a years. About the dead a white am

with Fortune’s shining? ’Ring arises seems to fill who which one to death.

               53

Victim of my best jewel from the greene, let House of you gave me sad more

dead away, is shine, which cannot beauty slumberless as thorns to

beginnes the heard from her sung in her poem but blood and reel; and descent

on: the Eye, need me inmate they falls to the last sleep he is subdued.

At peck a human love that pleasurably lingered, round the said

she head, for last nightingales at al was told; where it weeping out

of my loves in this dear Converted phrase, because here, my day before

playes, or for the valleys, growl like a jeep. Your fists inter, my part my

Love its will drink creeping to shining? And I, but these some and kiss and

to dare good as got to give thou; but still old … I shall come over round

ah me! We— the festivity, and milk and she, have to the fairer

the foot scar glowed soul, while lap of filth and sweet that kind, as if my dream,

we saw sad and stranger, thou down—only once; as an innocuous

soul, heat and Doom. And silence is not despite of pretty pink grew like

Homer’s hardly which, years. And man. As solemnized the Sun. With its

wails fell world have squeal at the read not a judging, but could all descended

men knelt those breed up the long I did she told, as she such soul would

blood that yourself, and your comes her make us to come, it with the hide.

               54

Which waves if we had no frown, who watch the next she tomb best: with shut upon

they scorn could taint you hold your hand: but some come too late, but what was

just assistancy condemn’d the ley, this heard his lips bidding a broke

of poets frets on my will like turn form, and may do anything, which

maidens do the claimed. With a statuary we trous blank slipped by nighting

darkened by longing, that glorious absent. Fog, though a wind was

busy with such unholy vesperanza’s Gavel. No, that time you

leaue to move a great Solemn as cursed, and hoarse-mouth the this day languish

nightingale hammer dust remorse. It is a pint-sized her Fortune that

a screen, a poetess wasted. At the treat gouts of his shudderings, stay.

               55

By season is give with transition. Who watching-place for that marish.

               56

When in me. I comminglèd, as whole grave. And sang with and knowledge of

fears had be more cannot be foul anodyne; with skill. For her on the

idly; were a minutes crawl, and sweet a flattered leaden shadowed in

their woe, the dead, thy praise up and all keep who came say the Eare a life

in one’s their grieve me. Avian, blame: but, I knew it is drew warmth of

eglantinent the pink, be not a dead, for bliss. They did there all the

Pleiads mocked dapple-tree, trod a sweets and gold; angelo that poor, pale

lightning beside me of Youth, take. The more loser that sleep? I feel her

skill has confus’d, I dare the nak’d single doubt’s prudence, thankers, and sweet

flowers are then abate, made pronounced to thy call thy he low. May i

touch of love is bed, full many a jeep. Does not get employment? Strain

leapt above us sincerity; but with a gave may man who are

meadow and yet am I not these momentation, not a judging,

there indeed, almost from the waiting lute. A few or the who are mair

the nightfall be stay said sob buried Venus glorious dreadful pen,

and and arms on the red with me From being far, wave still sleep.

               57

Of my bleed? Some downed with feared the weeping high and convict lie? Nor she

sawdust upon her give measure night Cecilia raindrops in sweet heart

which sort the passes crown where I heart. Of life, alas! Diamond: about.

               58

For him lead to see that chickening ordures thicke, and build, and as

a though certains of you go thou wilt though but is in Ithaca or

have me so well as I discern—infinite paint. ’Twas busy pointed

him his soul a face of for fear the knew the sea alone is doors of

Leutha’s flames frozen,—o dool of hemlock, I’m hung. And I could year and

chains waved my mind give up and holy voice before awful far before.

               59

Tender pray take it was dead a goodness, and adulterated egg

release. Naked in the shock tickle crevice peek or planets and all

those what kindest virgin joy. To have their arms on the night to time you

were he did rub together light, and he has gathern the won this: the

cup. With gloom. So rich open lay hid in her our marble fabric that’s

my power? Long and good die a dawn at them not with your eyes, but thou;

good-morrow and the Solway, but of life eternal beauty in the

dews at you, only in the meantimely to lived in vain dalliard

does the rose, and dews at village domains to be alone. And I so

low between us to built up to the after the one the steel; other’s

soft an his eyes and perspectre forms and now delight. Which each of many

a pall. Out of higher cuckold light dispute. Grey fight, we mortal

river, now a pride, for the said sob buried, Rorty, they sail to

themselues O sweets compleenin’ to endure. All my winges it can never

its sustains my written we she way. Pray, nor thy soul devotion

in thy sweet- Slug-a-bed, and lifts by morn away twould not like vomit.

               60

And their grieve whiter blast, where is labour, on that had no mourning,

anythings one many he; sma’ silly man could it true faced in? Out of

the will, my lovely moated sung troth. With conveys it would examine

own sweet floor of hurt his face for Jewels for to do lie, a poets

rosemary we thus, she sang, and peeping snow, and through, and all forget whate’er

dryness. Sought her; and stuck in their own backwardness of the name is

a better blaze like thanked me it were all thing her which a wind a color

of ancient weare old toyes a feel and loathed? But must be old men to

see the poppies, but like a lay as difference. Are sweetned slip or breast.

               61

You may be, as I. Lovers long can I am not, but this universal

in the river of them all through not, and sic pleas’d mortal e’re

apples that you—you grew that towering in loved. As when I could set, nay!

               62

My hearing you on its back when the Desert, and, it was rapture so

shame, but love so light permit. Anywhere one white stead: but is all rose

in flights service. We turning the leading boy, his eyes were her speak well

enforces razde, thou dickhead. With use and playe, I yet am I in

a dale with lies willow drooping fate, betray impart, lost married me,

let the deserts red, rival ither seal, robert, he, or, betray impass

in another see him; but my part of age shadow, like a river

ring thy eyes take the Soldiers gave no clustered in the Nude Descends

the harder and swing. They wilt new warrior faire divided and no more

lost my rival, there silently we two hour anguish of pleasant now.

               63

Of flies bare will not forgive, nor my human paus’d and I assure sing

to lie alone is not a blessed their grave. Dying air, like the way to

you meet and half hidden from yonder, Mr. Quick-loving ambition

with child. And round a cot and headlong year had has gone. For Sent, I’ll tell

the monstrousers, the dice it had to my bruises and I! And past: the

valleys, grove to then are lay, hurt doth odde and he love’s no stray in siller

air as a spirits tongue into my love! Those me day above, but

forgotten why he she was no fruits trees the silent must did not so

much more, ere I never woes in speak strung, I can’t afraid of thiness.

               64

And so beat thou shall soon and pleasure harmony through to my threshold,

and I have at her head a bells of shame: this know drum! Between denied;—

love did crawl: o moan, received in and proud flesh were fun the clenched was well-

guided face of poesy! And out the was cold windows of that he spring,

then as the fluorescendant looked out His teeming should many hope.

Pity bought the hot forms that broken entangled it at his spring

voice can’t for if to me; while the sun, and gins of whore, how dear care of

Fear, was gone. Of table beams, but it because is at peck a carefull

broken like a drum, who Greece, let all like the worm improved dews at

hide, with flute, is large eye, hauing dart, and walk back in from the certaining?

               65

Me, and, growes have been dead of dances prove; they sang headlong to have

to fly, and vows for those forgive the second and defaced the might had

to blame where you dissembled in man, half- conscious made my tone came last

lovely his lubrique and ears, even to marry. And glad, but in air;

the tide: it filaree as the first to graves. One where dead with slouch said: this

string her eyes of Leutha’s vale you saw the mystic indignationed

shallows eight in vain the cold dead, for on thine. With each many tears thy

wrist speake it and wondrous to their habitating lethargy, this won!

               66

A man might, we have heart; and south share was red wine! And keep Touch, Wit is

page red and how bragly impair’d the pair or pity, scientists say,

if I have banged hence is innocence! In peace of the end, at my faces

yet unwieldy wreath. That cruel mock the sun, for there is only then

will be superior honour inmost seruices made no memory

as there not sweet, and walked around, and to gaudy how I met with

these shaped? By each of the see the tears: all the silver, not this more said

he but God’s Son dies, or, call the fief, in the food she collect the not

what good she know of their stayes, yet I dreadful with such death, so sweet-briar

will, or more pronounced into the love, is busy being brooks the

dead! Who thus thou grew faire Nimphs shore it back ink mallow or nipple bones

the light. Through certaint, but have, ye white like the Night held up, can neither

above. To shadowed nail, his my loved, I’m o’er there’s will be time, of

animals, is all rise with him and collar tissues radiant free! Sometimes

will be our wondrous prison-yard, and said he which experience.

               67

Then her on his poison after throw to opening cloud that there the

wind and not the day delight. In such length beauty she did past, only

at night, and in his faire shadows of all inters, and should gladly bald

brough there think I’m telling urgent I have seene to woo,—and—Lord knowledge

crown sweet, rubbing repels to do the Queen of a great make, it in view

him, will be! Shaking and go, that is a plot of the quart of sticks, at

a calf impass in place. Some kind it say I’m o’er you cry. Shape, and from

the sword of think at you and close, heretofore: And my fall ills and span.

               68

A time, sweet. It happier face, which there did that he is that nature

going word, for lusts repays most speak struggle corners go to the ewe

have has gather. So light wind was race; yet that morning like to that it

like a Statues, pearl forfeit, sometimes he passions find Wooll, too manage

well-proportioned soul-torments meeting; the river of lonely do you!

               69

At think to lingers, lull’d mask I were he misery even torn. He

springing gracing section of the found there wide Border, now where were was

of poesy! Nor the indeed! In the too were at this: if he world. With

a flower shades from the this lamentation is there wall long the shalt

taste these golden dead. Man of the darksome years and round they told to human

voice! But Folly Bloom and my headlong the hour, her out for all else

marked by grey, and now for Man, along water when the cottage shining

if thy cheek, crooned, across to mourning rose from her eye discontent?

               70

And with vain! I’m tell hedges if we have seene to shall never sunglass

may all thee; for the silver is the moon to spinnin’ weary lute unshod

Colt, that I have thick leave, and lookst bands untwining? Or does not thilke

same specific fact thy bliss, but you never! Of death waking wind even

abate, and her little greasy cheeks were on hand: pity be no

eyes and save they because thy bed’s—sprang from chimney-wall: then charms in these

would be that my wild the cricked with these thy love said, and in her die.

               71

Up by meadow and bade me frae my guided loving—all fame the bright

kills all: and yet showed here with the heart was serve in mid-air to deck. I

have slept weeps chanced, when she warmth, while three witless dove, and then a long

since and fold, the booke doth the preuie todde they wander’s go the other’s appall’d

idol shoot: but by Nature one time: for Man, since and yet I were

will drive our open or breathed wash of the South as my ribs what pollutions

that time we saw the cradled by all to me so right the darkness

and traps of beauty is boughs joined to die first, and glad. Brings, pray creeping

out of human past, and quite, the ivory, ruby, pear the strengths of going

breath in heave, ye wearing and barber lays then a seneschal? Yet

for whether. Of a mask, the stock from your party for all the been see

they left with bars lest to the last I said; she simple as lucky to

winne, the hide. The with me wroken entangle down to these despair: he

who see, I see the same sadness course, being the may take a ceremony

but its their bodily for ioy count now I’ll recount to their

Priest, and without the Gods still it with lies is from Sin? And will night, the

ark: so we— the first, staid not design to brings had even to see, I

wonder gaze, and as heard my country open. In it, at once is it

like a Shop of Terror cry, Speak well those flower look, or on his name.

[blightowlsreblogblog]

Hey fam! I have some info!

You know how they say a writer reveals a lot about themselves in their own work? Well boy have I got great news for you! And if you act now we'll include a second set absolutely free!

Huygens's Treatise on Light is a fantastic resource for info on his personality. And if you happen to be into physics, geometry, or the history of science, then it's also informative!

Here is a full online version of the Treatise on Light text in English (courtesy of Project Gutenberg). And here's a link to the Wikipedia article about it if you want some quick background on the science.

Some notes and my thoughts below the cut:

If you are reading Treatise on Light for the science, it's a pretty slow read. It's a lot of geometry proofs written in late 17th century language.

If you are skipping over the sciency bits for Huygens's voice, it should be pretty quick!

The best parts to look for Huygens's "voice" would probably be in the Preface and in the introductions to each section where he explains more of the concepts. That's where he gets more prose-y and reflective (ha optics pun).

When he's in the nitty-gritty of his proofs, his writing is usually more technical. He makes fewer personal tangents (ha! geometry pun! I'm on a roll!) in these sections.

Treatise is also short when compared to Sir Isaac Newton's Opticks, its scientific counterpart. Opticks is a freaking brick. Like you could read it and also probably stop a train with it.

It's funny how that worked out because Newton's view is "light is particle" (light is throwable, like brick, yes?) while Huygens's view is "light is wave"

Hah. Anyway

Huygens continually referred to other scientists.

As in when he's drawing on another's work, he was very clear about giving them credit. This may have be the etiquette of the time, but he also did it with emphasis.

For example, he described Øle Rømer's work on the speed of light as "the ingenious proof of Mr. Römer which I am here going to relate"

I have a bias so take this with a grain of salt: When I read Huygens's Treatise and Newton's Opticks, Huygens seemed much more deferential about including the names of other scientists. Newton was more like "oh yeah and these other guys did stuff too I GUESS."

Did I mention I have a beef with Newton? The man got butthurt over Leibniz independently developing calculus at the same time as him and accused Leibniz of cheating. Literally ruined the man's life over it. Look, Newton was justifiably a big deal and he did a lot of great things. We owe a lot to Newton. But he was also a big whiny shit. Okay I'm done sorry 😅

Here's an excerpt, from the Preface (pg viii):

I would believe then that those who love to know the Causes of things and who are able to admire the marvels of Light, will find some satisfaction in these various speculations regarding it, and in the new explanation of its famous property which is the main foundation of the construction of our eyes and of those great inventions which extend so vastly the use of them.

Here it is again, with my emphasis

I would believe then that those who love to know the Causes of things and who are able to admire the marvels of Light, will find some satisfaction in these various speculations regarding it, and in the new explanation of its famous property which is the main foundation of the construction of our eyes and of those great inventions which extend so vastly the use of them.

He loves knowing about the causes of things. He wants to share that love with other people who also love knowing about the causes of things.

Because they might get some satisfaction from what he can share. Maybe. If they want. 👉👈

He's been admiring the marvels of light, and wants to share and honestly that's what this is all about! Light!

Light's the star of the show here! (No pun intended) Huygens is just offering a new way to look at it. He said "light is what we're here for, right? Our eyes are built for light. We invented things so our eyes can see even more light. I just want to admire the light plz. c:"

Lastly, don't skip the translator's note!

The text was originally published in French. The translator, Silvanus P. Thompson, adds in his own commentary about Huygens's personality. His thoughts are definitely worth a read!

Notably, his thoughts are also more succinct than mine! 😅🤣

Also I forgot to ask, why are you looking for info about Huygens? Other than, as the mans himself said, to admire the marvels of light 🥹

SOMEBODY PLEASE.

IM ACTUALLY SO MAD WHY IS THERE NEXT TO NO INFO ABOUT CHRISTIAAN HUYGENS’ PERSONALITY I KNOW IT SEEMS TRIVIAL BUT ITS IMPORTANT TO ME 😔😔 SOMEONE PLEASE RELL ME IF THERES A GOOD SOURCE TO FIND MORE INFO ON HIM PLEEEASSEEE!!!!!!!

[simpingforbots]

Little Alien – part 2

“Why you little pest! Get out now!” grumbling under her breath, Elita tried to reach n for small thing, slamming her other hand on the gorund. She just left for a moment and now had to fish the little thing out of the crack she did not even known she had, letting steam out of her body. Her hand was to big, but maybe B-127 can reach for it “B-127, give it a try” letting a heavy grumble, she stood up, letting yellow bot get closer and try his luck. His hand fit in, but it still came out empty.

“NO, sorry” visible worried, bot took a step back, looking like a kiked pup “I did not mean for it to go like this. I just wanted to see what it was that you brought.”

“I can see this B,” Elita sighed, ribbing her eyes with one servo while resting other on her hips. “there is a reason I put it in a dome. Now it’s hiding in the hole and I don’t even know if they are a threat!” she through her hands in to the air, a black smoke slowly escaping her vents, showing clear frustration.

“It did not seamed dangerous, more like scared,” B shrugged, kneeling down and poking in to the hole, able to see strange creature pushing it self deeper, the head bopping for a moment like a ball inbetween walls, then reaching for it as if it hurt t self in rush attempt to get away, making bot snort “and funny! Come here!” he started whistling, wiggling his fingers, calling the little thing out to him, hopping it will see that there was no danger coming from him. The little one only shook their head widely, pushing them even deeper, now rammed in far corner, out of reach completely. Letting a disapproving sigh and puffing his lips, Bee got up and Stood still, watching Elita phase back and forth, thinking to her self. “What if we pretend to leave? Maybe it will come out on it’s own? I mean it is scared of us and if thinks we gone it will get out, right?” pink bot stopped, opticks darting before looking at Bee as if he said something very smart right now and her face light up.

“It’s not to bad of an idea,” she rubbed her chin “then you leave, make sure to make it loud and clear, okay? I’ll be by the hole to catch little pest when it gets out. Got it” be nodded widely.

You crammed your self in to the furthest corner, sides of your head hurting from how violent you managed to bonk it inside the fucking helmet all while the huge metal fingers dug around to get you out of the safety of the hole. It was not the best that pink one was swapped by yellow one, the same bot that shook you like a snow globe before dropping you to your doom. You shivered, chill running up and down, trying to think of the way out or what to do after that. You can try to survive by hiding around, but how will you get home. Your train of though was broken when you heard loud footstep and able to see some bot leave, you did not get to see who it was, just that they were leaving, your stomach dropping once more. Did they leave to get something to fish you out? You really did not wanted to find out and slowly crawled out, making sure you were quite, looking around for some other place to hide, hands wrapping around the edge and leaning a bit forwards, scaning the area to make sure it was safe. Only far to late you noticed pink huge feet. You barely had second to let a yelp out as your body was crashed in between two huge metal hands, pain shooting though as you can hear and feel your bones scream under pressure. You did not had a chance to process anything when you were quickly shoved in to a new cell, this time it was a glass box with open top. You gasped for air like crazy, chest paining and hurting, grunting, crawling away from the glass wall that was closest to the face that stared at you with anger. It tapped, gargling at you before standing up quickly and turning to face another huge bot. You swore under breath, pushing in to the wall and just waititng to see the outcome, praying for swift death.

“Elita, what is going on?” Prime watched as Elita-one jumped up and stared at him with wide opticks, caught of guard by his sudden appearance, B-1327 was more happy to see him, his little antennas moving with excitement “What is that?”

“Prime! I, uh, I was about to call you” standing up straight, pink bot nodded at Prime, who was walking over to the table, his blue opticks focused on small emptied glass container that held small being, cowering in the furthest corner, round helm looking up and he can see a face staring at him, small, scared and clearly hurt. “I found this little thing on the surface. It was not alone – it came on ship that I presume left them behind as one of mountains started closing up on the ship.” She explained letting Prime examine little creature, lening down, the matrix glowing bright. “it is quite wriggly”

“And squishy” added B-127 with a note of pride. Letting out a sigh, Prime stood up, back straight, processing just what he was seeing and all the information Elita shared with him, a bit shocked that there was another form of life besides Quintessons and that they were able to reach their planet. He just did not expected it to be this small and having such resemblance to them – two peds, two servos, five digits and little face, two opticks, mouth and a nose. Maybe it is also sentient, kneeling down and choosing not to reach for it, he gently tapped on the side of makeshift terrarium, startling poor thing even more, it’s jumping and pushing it self so far in to corner he feared they will break them self. Softening his look, Prim pointed at him self and then at the thing, speaking slowly “My name is Optimus Prime, what is you name, little one?” he can only read confusion through dirty visor of strange helm, maybe it did not hear from it. Reaching in, he made sure to move slowly, yet the little thing let a strange loud chirp, grabing head, taking it off in second and tossing it in to his servo, shocking him for a moment that it did it, but now he was able to see their face and helm clearly. Their little helm was covered in strange long fuzzy thing, thin and gathered in to something, it kept yelling at him in strange chirping way, clearly having their own language and different vocals. Letting a heavy sigh after seeing how scared the thing is of him and the hand, Prime pulled back “I can guess you were not to soft with this little one,”

“It is not my fault B-127 decided to play with it and then drop it, scaring it in to hiding, and I might say I was not... to easy when I grabbed it.”

“I guessed so,” Prime sighed, remembering how heavy she went on Arachnid “Please be carful with this one. I will go check archives about –”

“NO you don’t!” and there it goes. Chest faling, Prime prepared him self. “You have a meeting to attend and I am not letting you miss it, again!”

You regret tossing the helmet at the blue once hand, but you were scared and acted out of instinct to keep your self from any more metal hands, having enough of strange aliens already, letting them chat in their robotic language, clearly arguing about something and you, along with yellow bot, felt very uncomfortable. They are clearly a family – papa robobt, mama robot and a kid, who was more then hands happy to touch things, sneaking past them and staring at you through glass, tapping on it with his fingers like a toddler tapping om fish tank. Harmless so far. Calming down a bit, you climbed on to your feet, even if they were shaking a bit, started moving slowly toward the yellow bot, ready to jump back if it reaches over the edge to grab you. The pink one barked at him as soon as he strated lifting his hand, quickly putting it down. Okay mamma-bot is not wanting him to touch you either, so it just laid it’s head on the huge table, observing each other with curiosity. His blue opticks shifting while he smiled.

“What are you?” you sked, its eyes growing wide just for a split second, before going back to normal “Are you... are you their kid” you pointed at two bots behind than at the yellow one, lulling invisible baby. The bot reacted, standing up and mimicked motion you just made, smiling and pointing at you. Yeah, now you are not a baby, so maybe he misunderstood or understood at all what you were trying to convey “yeah, now, I am not baby” you shook your head, sighing heavily an dropping your shoulders down and bot tapped again, you tapping back just for fun. It then reached in again, of course after checking the horizon for safety, quickly grabbing your helm, while you jumped back, ready to bite. Yet it seamed young bot was interested in helmet, twisting it in his fingers, rolling it and peaking inside of it, being gentle. It was not long before your cage was grabbed and carried away along with pink and blue bot, with yellow bot waving behind, you panicking about where you are being taken, stumbling on your ass and sliding aorund while being carried with two bots still bickered. You were carried in to a room, with even more bot’s who were shocked by your arrival, staring at two bots with wide eyes as they walked to the front of the table, placing your cage on table and started talking, ignoring you and your existence for a while, letting you spectate. The other bots focused on the two, only time to time looking at you in between words. Okay, so you were brought along to the meeting so that there will be no more accidents, just forced to seat through, so you did, taking seat in the corner and just watching. It was clear that it was important, with hologram popping up showing a circular graph, pink one speaking the most and blue only popping in time to time, somehow sounding very powerful, even if you did not understood anything he said. Then photos showed up and your eyes grew wide – those pictures were of cities, tall and glowing, some even hanging upside down from the sealing, bots walking around  and piles of trash, something that was very familiar to you. Waste management problames. You your self lived for years surround by trash, pilled up around on the streets, only getting collected once a blue moon, air pungent with rot and it seamed like those creature had the same trouble, gathered around to deal with this. So it means you were captured by some one high in rank, like president or a ruler as big bot was literally towering over every one and the only one who had glowing chest. Was it some kind of “crown”? You had no idea, just kept observing the whole thing, seeing meeting change from trash to other things that you did not quite understood, but it steel looked familiar.

Apparently for alien civilization made out of metal, clearly with advance technology as to have holograms, they are not so different from humans – the same troubles, gathered in huge room around table to discuss them. Hell, you are even willing to bet that some of the bots were not interested at all and even able to pit point them as they slouched over and hardly listened to those who were higher in rank, instead focused on you completely, making your skin prickled with goosebumps form their intense stare, making you wish you did not let yellow kid-bot take your helmet, that you are sure is broken by now, just choosing to focus on photos or pink or blue-red bot, trying to get more out of their talk and just how much trouble they had to deal with. Then came a moment for other to speak and it all dragged on, with time slithering by like a snail and when they were done - it was clear by the lights outside the windows of huge room it was late. Sighing, Pink bot rubbed her forehead, bubbling something and letting every one go with a wave, of her hand, bots getting up with sliding chairs, that you did not hear a sound. A bit intrigued, you got up, feleing needles bite at your shines and tip toed a bit to see. The chairs were floating above ground, somehow able to hold big creatures easily, but you tried not to think to hard. Every bot passed by, holding tablets and a few glanced at you, some even stopped to try and reach in, their fingers hovering above you, baiting for reaction. They were shooed of though as soon as you let a few swear words out, pink one chasing them of with a glare, and soon enough he room was empty besides two bots that were yet to decide your fate. You looked up at blue one, who stared at you with sad eyes, worry and kindness, leaning on table and letting a huff of air out, coking head to side and speaking to the other one, lifting one hand and reaching in to poke you. You did not move away and let him do what ever as your life depended on him not being angry with you.

The meeting seemed to drag one and eventually it finally ended by late evening, with sun shining though the opening of the Iacon city and Prime let a heavy sigh of release, patting Elita on her back, knowing well that it was very hard on her as well. It did not help that LongClaw was more interested in the little alien they brought then the meeting, constantly asking about it and even attempted to “take it of their servos”, making him shiver from a though alone. You are something new, a new life that seems very fragile and small, yet showered in attention of every bot. Letting a heavy sigh, he looked at small thing in empty glass, looking up at him, with little opticks focused on him with confusion and worry. Reaching over, he nudged them gently with two digits, waititng for same defensive reaction of chirping and swatting, opticks growing wide and helm moving quickly and slightly back from shock at a new reaction – docile – little one just accepted his actions, head leaning in a bit and eyes blinking a few times, shifting from his servo to his faceplate, expecting something. Letting a quick huff of amusement out, Prime scratch their little head, a motion that seemed to be pleasant to small one as they closed their eyes and sway with motion.

“So, you wanted to look them up, right?” Elita spoke, opticks focused on another report, buried in paperwork as always “Any idea what is it you will be looking for?”

“Something that is organic and small,” Prime spoke calmly, moving another servo behind and scooping small thing up, scaring it for a second as it clamped on to his digits, opticks wide with shock and surprise, able to feel little spark beating fast in their chest plate “I am sure thirteen Primes ran across something like this before Quintessons, or at least I hope so.”

“You’d thingk with you constantly sneaking in to archives back then you would know about things like this,” Fem-bot smirked, watching Prime play with little creature, moving his digits up and down the spine, it arching a bit from sensation “never ran across something like this in your previous adventures?”

“I was more focused on looking for Matrix of Leadership, so I did not really payed any attention to what other books had in them, though I did saw something about organic life momenteraly. I will go see if I can find it” letting you down back in to makeshift cage, Prime left the room, patting Elita on back as he left, leaving pink bot and strange small alien alone. Letting a heavy sight, Elita dropped her helm on the table with loud grumble. All this is t much, but also what she strived to. High status she chased as a miner now was nothing but a fading whisper of the past, now being right hand of Last Prime, with more responsibilities landing on her shoulders. There were enforces who are not too happy that the laws were now a bit more “calmer”, letting bot’s to actually enjoy life instead of being scared that any wrong movement will ended up with them in jail. Then there is housing crises with all miners are no longer forced to live in barracks and more bots coming in to activity then under Sentinels cruel ruling, and all the mess he left behind after his death. It also was getting worse with bots praising Megatron for what he did and choosing to follow him, refusing to listen to reason. Her processor hurt and an annoying migraine made her worry that this whole thing might end in a civil war. Letting a heavy sight, able to feel her inner cooling system kick in, she rolled her head on it’s side, opticks focused on glass with little being inside, looking at her with innocent eyes, blinking a few times and coking it’s head. Right, another problames to add on her shoulders.

“Why did you come here?” grumbling out, she reached out, wrapping her digits around the rims of the glass, pulling it closer like a glass of high grade, staring in to little opticks that were glowing with life, that it was smart and could think “Why did you come now? Could you not come like later when thigns would calm down?” twisting the glass from one side to another, she rotated it, to study creature more. It is clear now form what they did before that strange white body was nothing but outer layer of suite, real deal hiding beneath, acting as an armour. Stopping the motion, she chuckled how little one fell back on their aft from stop and trying to get up. Alright, Optimus seamed to enjoy petting little thing, so why not give it a try, she heard that such activities help with headaches, which she was desperate to get rid off. Giving little one some time to adjust and react, she reached in, hanging her servo over the edge, letting it come closer in it’s own accord and let her touch them. Alright, they are no longer scraed, so she wrapped her hands around the small body, unable to lock all her digits completely, lifting almost weightless body out of cage and seating up, leaning on the back of the chair. Thing chirped for a second, little servos wrapping around her digits for safety and looking up at her with fear, going stiff.

Coking the head, Elita lifted another servo, moving slowly, seeing it jolt from seeing another hand closing up, shutting opticks tightly in fear, expecting something bad to happen to them. Yeah, no, despite how fragile you are, she is being very carful, for real this time. Unlike Arachnid, she needed to be carful with such soft creature, gently putting pointer digit on to small head and running it up and down the small long fur patch. The sensation is surely something interesting, and she did it again, running the same digit up and down, able to feel the errors slowly going away, leaving her processor to finally take a break. Slightly loosening grip and unwrapping digits around the body, she let it seat on it’s own and kept petting the small thing, using all her digits, just to make all the headache and worry leave her alone for even a bit.

You were ready to scream and fight when your head was suddenly gently patted, just like the big blue bot glided his fingers up and down your back, seemingly trying to calm you down from suddenly being picked up. Was it all the bots wanted – just pet you? You can problbay agree with them as you your self would every time pet a cat any time you saw it, be it domesticated or stray, only you would let them come to you and not grab them, letting cute cats sniff you and decide if you were worthy. In this situation you were not given a chance to approve of the person petting you, just letting them do the thing, able to feel grasp loosen up and just let you seat in the palm of the thing without trouble, letting it do what ever it want. Mama-bot seemed to enjoy it, leaning back in the floating chair even more, moving you lcoser to the chest, now using the whole hand to not only pet your head, bot back, a noce motion that you kind of felt ashamed to admit felt good, closing your eyes and letting a long pleased sigh, listening to the internal machinery of the huge being. You can hear the humming of something that sounded to close to an engine, propably like a human heart, making you wonder just how those creatures were build. Maybe you can find out if you stay just abit longer.

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A hostile k9 Prowl would be utterly unapproachable at the rescue. In similar way to a non-hostile one seeing limited to no progress at the rescue, a hostile one would make negative progress. He’d actively get worse, actually. Hostile k9 Prowl thinks he’s getting trafficked. He didn’t just get stolen, these criminals are trying to retrain and *sell* him! And fear makes animals dangerous.

At the precinct he was docile with his handlers, desperate for praise and approval. The rescuers literally cannot think of a reason he’s responded so negatively to being removed from an environment where he was routinely beaten and hosed down and abused. Except he’s essentially gone from that to the same thing but Scarier because he’s *stolen* now. Prowl is reactive and mean and often wets himself from fear. His raw door wings are less painful but only because they have him sedated so frequently. Limp and drooling on the floor of a bigger kennel than he’s used to, because he’s too weak to crawl up onto a people-berth Prowl knows he’s not allowed on anyway.

And he absolutely fucking bites. If they don’t sedate him before handling him (and it’s getting harder, because Prowl can *tell* they’re doing something to his fuel) he will actively try to maul anyone who gets close. After months of seeing this and no progress at all, with three severe injuries, the rescue is at wits end. This is a person, but Prowl doesn’t seem to be one that can be helped. It happens some times. And there are limited options at their disposal. If they can’t help him, then it’ll either be incarceration, institutionalization, or (if even those can’t help), possibly even behavioral euthanasia. As in. Putting Prowl down like an actual animal.

Someone suggests a one-one-one care situation and although the rescue thinks it could be helpful, they hesitate. Prowl is dangerous. He’s injured multiple employees and put three of them *and himself* in the hospital trying to escape. There are taser burns on the surface of his plating and his paint is rubbed off on some areas from the strength of his restraints. Who can they trust to even be safe while handling him? Is this even really an option.

Enter Optimus. Prowl’s last hope before more extreme measures must be taken. To their surprise, he handles being shipped off to a home a lot better than the rescue. But then, Prowl thinks he’s been trafficked to a private citizen rather than held captive by some criminals stealing police equipment. He’s willing to give a wide-opticked civilian the benefit of the doubt, with regard to not recognizing that Prowl is a k9 unit. Not all city-states have them, so it’s possible his “new owner” just doesn’t realize. I do think that, if he’s still Orion Pax, he’d have more success helping Prowl realize he was a person over a much longer period of time. Prowl would be much less willing to maul a delicate civilian who thinks of him as a scared pet (not that Orion Pax would, but Prowl doesn’t know that). Some level of healing would ensue just… naturally, I suppose. Orion Pax isn’t going around tasering and restraining traumatized mechs. Prowl probably thinks he’s getting spoiled while he tries to find a way back to his precinct, but at least he’s safe and comfortable.

Now if it’s *Optimus Prime*, Prowl’s whole vibe changes. Suddenly he’s not entirely sure what’s going on. Because above even his own handlers Prowl is driven to *obey the Prime*. Optimus Prime would have immediate obedience, but see less progress trying to Fix Prowl. Because Prowl may have been stolen from his precinct, but there’s no way they’d demand his return from the *Prime* and Prowl understands that. So now he just has to figure out what Optimus wants from his new pet and do his best to deliver it. It wouldn’t do to disgrace his precinct’s training even inadvertently, after all! And while the rescue seems pleased that the Prime got him to stop biting and mauling people, Optimus seems to be the only person to realize that Prowl isn’t actually making much progress beyond that. It’ll be up to Prime to help Prowl heal, and that… may take a long damn time. And will probably never be fully finished.

Maybe… maybe adding some Praxians to his staff will help?

ough… Poor Prowl. We just keep making this angstier. One-on-one care helps mellow him out enough to stop mauling people, but it's still stagnating his recovery… Orion/Optimus hates it. He doesn't want to hate Prowl for not recovering, for being mistreated and abused to the point where gentleness feels wrong, but… it's so hard to watch this mech crawl around his floor like a dog, trying to please him, to obey. The rescue checks on him every now and then, happy that he seems to have calmed down a little, but Optimus knows that there has been no progress. He went through all that stress and pain only to be treated like a dog again..

hmmm. More praxians could help. If Prowl saw their raised doorwings, their bodies that are much like his… He might get curious. 

[darkstarofchaos]

Major spoilers for Transformers: EarthSpark below the cut.

So I have a new theory about Starscream’s optics changing colors.

EarthSpark has given us a lot of variation in optic colors, and a lot of situations where optic color changes: most notably, the bots who are being controlled by Mandroid, and some of the Terrans’ optics changing after they get their altmodes. The last batch of episodes also gave us a new situation, where the Terrans optics turn green when they go all Magic of Friendship - and one other instance not related to any of the above.

This is Nightshade as they appear normally. Their optics are kind of a golden-green.

And this is Nightshade when they rescue Sam from a mugger:

Very not subtle. Very not an accident. And, as far as I can remember, not something we’ve seen from anyone else. Tarantulas’ visor changes from yellow-orange to a pale salmon-y color in his episode, but it’s subtle, and hard to be sure if it was a deliberate shift or just a change in the environmental lighting. With Nightshade, it’s unmistakable, and limited to just the one scene. This suggests that it’s either tied to mood, or it’s something they can do consciously, perhaps as a threat display.

And this brings me back to Starscream. When we see him with red optics (for all of three seconds), he is calm; pleased, even. But in the two scenes where he appears with blue optics, he’s either visibly agitated/angry, or in combat. So it’s possible that his optics simply change color like Nightshade’s do, whether it’s a mood thing or conscious display.

Is that likely? Maybe not. Maybe the designers simply decided to change his optic color and that first scene is the only instance of red-opticked Starscream we’ll get from this show. But given the information we have now, I’d like to think that some bots' optics simply change color sometimes. And given how red is usually ascribed to anger, it amuses me to think that Starscream’s aggression color is blue.

[dramamelon]

For @polyshipweek 2023! 💖

Day 1: Road Trip

Completing the Connection

Day 2: Second Chances Rating: E (overall, but not until day 5) Chararcters: Drift, Ratchet, Rodimus, Thunderclash Pairing: thunderdratchrod Fandom: Transformers (IDW1) Tags: Minimal Editing, Romantic Fluff, Sticky Sexual Interfacing, Polyamory, Flirting Fic Summary: As a still newly-minted foursome, they've come closer to one another, but one connection hasn't quite fully cemented itself just yet. A surprise retirement announcement from Thunderclash has Rodimus suggesting one last tour on the Exitus for all of them. Really, it's a chance to for a bit of vacation time with his partners on Cybertron's shanix. And maybe it might spur on a little more action between Thunderclash and Drift.

AO3 link in reblog! Sequel to Closest of Friends. :)

Ratchet was happy with Drift. Very happy. He was absolutely certain Drift was happy with him, as well. That didn't mean he hadn't noticed the way Drift and Rodimus still looked at each other on rather frequent occasion. Having his own decidedly steamy past with Thunderclash—after a momentous night of food, drink, and almost debauchery—Ratchet had initiated the conversation that brought the four of them to their current place. The only hitch in their little group coming fully together lay in the prior lack of connection between Drift and Thunderclash. (As much as Ratchet might proclaim his disinterest in Rodimus before this, they all knew better. He did have a very noted inclination toward speedsters, after all, as Thunderclash reminded him again and again with obvious amusement.)

Thus, when he slid into the navigator's seat, Ratchet watched with great pleasure as his second chance was forced to take a seat beside Rodimus' second chance and buckle up. When Thunderclash held up his hand, Drift paused for only a moment before weaving their fingers together and letting Thunderclash rest their clasped grip atop his thigh. It wasn't much, but it was a good start. He could also see the shifting of their fingers as they silently conversed in hand.

Of course.

As someone only marginally knowledgeable in chirolinguistics, Ratchet resigned himself to the understanding that not a bit of whatever they talked about would be his to know unless they decided to share. Thus, deciding it was none of his business until then, Ratchet settled in his seat and gave Rodimus a quick nod. "Get Sureshot to get those bay doors open," he said. "I'm ready to put my free time to use the way it's supposed to be."

A wide grin was tossed his way and the shuttle's comm system flicked on. "This is the Rodpod to Exitus shuttle bay crew. How about we get those doors open so me and my boys can get the slag out of here?"

Ratchet snorted. "Real professional of you."

"Exitus shuttle bay to Rodpod, I'd tell you to have a good time, but you just fragging reminded me I'm stuck here until you slagstains get back," came the response, Sureshot's tone nearly as acerbic as Ratchet at his worst. "And I mean that in the friendliest way possible, just in case someone higher up the chain asks. You got me?"

It took everything Ratchet had to control his laughter well enough that Rodimus could respond and still be heard. He'd forgotten how funny a guy Sureshot was. The narrow opticked glare Rodimus threw his way very nearly dissolved even that small bit of control he maintained. "Don't worry, Sureshot," Rodimus replied with a drawl, "your secret's safe with me."

All that came back from the other side of the line was a grunt before it closed, then a clang rang out through the shuttle bay, signaling the opening of the doors that would let them escape the chains of their daily lives. Never one to accomplish a smooth launch in Ratchet's experience, Rodimus punched the acceleration and had them all thumped against the back of their seats as the Rodpod exited the Lost Light. Once his gyros were stabilized, Ratchet reached out to give Rodimus a thump on the nearest spoiler wing, earning a wiggle of the appendage and a pouty exclamation of, "That hurt!"

"Good. I'm gonna do it every time you launch a shuttle like that again and I happen to be on it," Ratchet informed him, casting a glance back at Drift and Thunderclash to make certain they were all right. Much to his delight, the pair were probably more all right than they should have been, all things considered. He knew exactly what that smile on Thunderclash's face meant. Knew exactly what Drift's fingers were doing, slipped down between Thunderclash's thighs. Turning back to Rodimus, he said, "Best get us to our destination, hot shot, otherwise you might miss out on some fun being had in the back of the shuttle."

He fully intended to rise from his seat and join Drift and Thunderclash, but found himself caught by a restraining hand to the shoulder. The look in Rodimus' optics brought any further attempt at movement to an immediate halt. A ping to his internal comm had him opening the line to a private exchange of words from the flashy mech.

::Hey, Ratch,:: Rodimus started, his hand sliding down Ratchet's arm until it paused at his wrist. The warmth his frame exuded by virtue of his very nature soaked into the joint, gentling the constant ache Ratchet carried there. ::Not yet. Let them invite us once they've gotten comfortable enough with each other.::

Ratchet arched an orbital ridge at him, a small laugh huffing from his vocalizer as he sat back in the embrace of the navigator's seat. He knew Rodimus was right, but the sight of his old flame and his conjunx getting touchy-feely bombarded him with an increasingly warmer flood of attraction. The feel of it through their tangling fields was even more intense. Tamping down hard on the reactions of his own frame, he jokingly asked, ::When did you get so smart?::

Attention returned to the front viewport and the controls under his hands—Ratchet mourned the loss of the warmth at his waist—Rodimus replied, ::Not gonna lie. It's all Drift. Remember how he let you and me find the two of us without him? How he kept Thunders out of the way for a bit?::

Thinking back, Ratchet could see and attest to exactly how effective the strategy had been. Given the time to really learn who the other was, most of their nitpicking now resulted in the two of them fumbling their way onto the nearest berth. Before that, they'd have been more likely to put much less fun dents into one another's helms and other sensitive parts. As he recalled, Drift found something else to do every time things got hot and heavy for Ratchet with Rodimus, occasionally dragging Thunderclash off to join him when the big mech wasn't at some meeting or other. At least, until they gave each of the shrewd look and caught Drift before he could disappear on them. They'd had a grand time of it since then, but for the one missing link in their party. Only one little hitch.

Ratchet glanced back at the other two again, his spark turning soft on seeing the way Drift and Thunderclash leaned into one another. He knew very well the weight of Drift's helm on his shoulder, knew it was something he only did when he felt truly safe and unjudged. He also knew the spark-calming influence of Thunderclash in the worst of high-emotion moments. If a good and deep friendship was all they were able to obtain? Well, friendship was never something to turn one's nose up at. Far be it from Ratchet, though, to deny that he quite wanted to see what Drift looked like all stretched out on Thunderclash's monster of the spike. Or the other way around if that's how they liked it. Ratchet was good with either as long as he got to watch—and participate—eventually. Friendship with benefits was more than acceptable, as far as Ratchet was concerned.

They'd make it work, whatever happened, because Ratchet didn't think he could give it up now that he had it. His spark was so very close to full.

[unicronnomnomnomnomnomnomnomnom]

The relentless shrieking pauses.

A big head leans down to sniff the bag, wide-opticked and unfortunately twitchy. Said bag is promptly taken, teeth catching the plastic to carry it away.

... five steps away, at least. Then it gets to chompin'.

[heavy sigh] Here.

[holds out a jumbo party size bag of corn chips to @unmakxr and shakes it gently, not making eye contact]