#im gonna restart it immediately after finishing it i already know that

[plogieplogie]

7 chapters left of this book ): I don't want it to end

[nearly-magic]

i decided to rewrite a part of one of my oumami fanfic chapters because it was LACKING!! but im not gonna update it because i wanna keep the chapters as close to how they were when published, so that my writing skills can be seen improving lol- ANYWAYS heres the small bit of the chapter :3

"Hahahaa! Wooow, what a cool trick that was, Kokichi! Dumbass, heh," Miu joked.

"It's not like you're any better! Here, try doing what I tried to do," Kokichi hands the phone over to Miu. Miu quickly restarts the level, and immediately begins fumbling around.

While Miu was attempting the trick, Kokichi's eyes drifted away from the phone screen. They drifted over to Rantaro, and he couldn't look away. His eyes followed individual strands of his hair over to his piercings. Did he always have those in? Does he not have other ones? Do they not hurt after a while?

Then, his eyes shifted to Rantaro's face. The sun hit his face just right, he was more than just 'pretty'. His eyes were the most charming green he'd ever seen, like shiny polished emeralds with how they sparkled.

His outfit was different from what he wore in the killing game. Well, everyone's was, he didn't know why he highlighted his specifically. He was wearing a plain white T-shirt, which had some kind of brand logo in the corner. He still had his necklace thing however. I wonder if that has any sort of importance to him.

Kaede told a joke, which Kokichi didn't hear, but he watched how Rantaro laughed. His laugh made Kokichi's heart feel like it could soar the skies and touch the clouds, but he was brought back down to Earth when Miu celebrated, excitedly shaking Kokichi.

"Did you see that? I fuckin' did it! I'm a genius! A gorgeous one at that!" Miu yelled, making him cover his ears due to the sheer volume.

"..Huh? Oh! Yeah, awesome! You go girl! Guess ya proved me wrong!" Kokichi faked paying attention because he was focused on something else, something he considered more eye-catching.

"Lemme try now!" He tried to grab Miu's phone, but she pulled away before his fingers could even touch it.

"Wait, dumbass! I'll give you my phone in a second! You're so impatient!" Miu said with a smile. Her phone beeped, indicating it was on low battery.

"Hah! My phone's on five percent! Ah, wait, that means I can't use it either.. Well, I'm a fuckin' winner, cuz I did the trick and you didn't," Miu puts her phone away in her bag and Kokichi complained a little, slumping in his seat.

Everyone had finished their meals already. Miu stands up to go to the bathroom, almost getting tripped by Kokichi. She turns to yell a couple more swear words, then runs off.

Kokichi watches her go away. 'Guess I'll have to talk to these bozos now,'  Kokichi thinks, putting his hands in his pockets. He then unexpectedly feels something in one of them.

He pulls that something out, and discovers it's a piece of wrinkled paper. From before the killing game, presumably.

He unfolded the paper and all it said was 'lol, gay '. He could feel his face get warmer slightly.

He felt called out because of earlier. Not his fault that Rantaro was just that pretty.

What?

He put the paper back in his pocket once he saw Miu coming back. He tried his best to conceal his blushing face, but to no avail. He saw Miu's face turn into a smug one, meaning she thinks she knows what's up.

Before Miu could say anything, Kokichi trips her again, completely throwing Miu off as she starts throwing friendly insults at him again.

[ribbononline]

wawawa wip posting

HIGH quality stuff in the works here. i love drawing archie making faces <3

[weasel-b33]

500 Miles (j.p x fem!reader)

Description: A few years after the birth of your son Harry, you and your husband James recall the beginning of your relationship. (NO VOLDY I CAN NOT DO THAT TO MYSELF) 

Warnings: Fluff, Kissing, A little Swearing, idk Cute Daddy James, Prolly many spelling errors I wrote this late and I am very tired...

 (THIS IS MY FIRST TIME EVER WRITING SOMETHING KINDA SIRIUS hehe SO IM SORRY IF IT IS TERRIBLE) 

Also the dates may be a bit wrong so im sorry in advance!! 

italicized is flashback!! 

Lyrics used in the song are from “I’m Gonna Be (500 Miles)” by The Proclaimers (I KNOW THE SONG CAME OUT IN ‘87 BUT SUSPEND YOUR DISBELIEF PLEASE)

(not my gif)

The rambunctious laughter of the four year-old toddler and his father echoed throughout the large estate.

“Daddy!” exclaimed the messy haired Harry, “Can I please have a story.” Heavily emphasizing the puppy dog eyes he learned from his godfather, Sirius, a few years prior.

James Potter, the man unable to say no to anyone, tried to recall a story he had not told his son. Thinking back to the fairy tales of a prince slaying a fictional dragon, even though they are very much real, to save the princess that his mother used to tell him, James realized he was all out of good material. 

“I’m sorry bubs, I have nothing new too share,” the bespectacled man added lamely. The disappointment was instant on the child’s face, but luckily before the waterworks began, Y/N Potter strolled through the foyer into the den.

“Mommy!” Harry exclaimed, jumping up and bonding over to his mother, nearly knocking her over with his brute strength.

“Umph- Where’s the fire lovey?” you questioned with a slight chuckle. The dramatics of your son were never a surprise. Between his father and Sirius, you were surprised he had not acted much worse. Walking, more like sliding due to the child gripping your calves, over to your husband and lightly pecking his lips you ask, 

“What’s wrong now?”

Rubbing the back of his neck, he sheepishly stated, “I sorta don’t have a new story to tell him... he’s a bit peeved, if you couldn’t tell.”

A loud laugh tore through your throat as you pet your son’s hair affectionately.

“Come off Harry, Mommy has a perfect story to tell you,” you crooned softly.

“You do?”Harry questioned, rubbing the tears out of his stunning green eyes.

You picked him up and sat down near James, “Yes poppet, I have a very interesting story about how two very special people fell in love.” 

James quickly turned his head and quirked a questioning brow, “It all started when they were 15...” 

November 7, 1975

Quietly sitting on the vermilion couch of the Gryffindor Common Room, you began to fade out the noise of Lily ranting about the recent History of Magic exam, and Marlene’s long monologue over if she should or should not cut bangs. Instead, you were beginning to rip out each and every one of the hairs on your head because your Potions essay was nearly finished, yet you could not get those final words to conclude it all. 

Across the common room, a rowdy group of teenage boys, better known as the Marauders, were planning the newest prank on Snape. 

"We should give him that shampoo that will change his hair pink,” Sirius added.

Remus shook his head disapprovingly, “Pads, we did that last time come on..”

“WE HAVE NOTHING! WHAT IS WRONG WITH US, MOONY, HELP I’M DYING OF NO CREATIVITY!” Sirius exclaimed throwing himself across the scarred boy.

Although, many people turned their attention to the dark haired pureblood, James seemed he could not take his eyes off the girl nearly burning holes into her parchment, the girl he has fancied since he was 12. 

While playing with the snitch he stole, he said, “What if we tried that new rain spell we learned in charms today?” 

“Too difficult, we have not had enough practice.” Remus dismissed. “Well what if I found someone to practice on?” James added quickly turning to face his werewolf best friend. 

“Sure... Whatever, I could care less- Pads, get the bloody hell of me before I kick your arse,” 

“I’D LIKE TO SEE YOU TRY REMUS JOHN,” Sirius yelled beginning his quick climb up the stairs to the boys dorm, with Remus and Peter quickly following.

“You comin’ Prongs?” Remus asked to the brunette still staring at the girl with shaky hands.

“No, I’ll come up in a few, still want to try to figure this prank out...” he said quietly. The lanky boy followed his best friends line of sight and quietly smirked to himself.

“Alright, don’t wear yourself out too much.” 

Even throughout the commotion, you still made no move to change your line of sight. That was until Marlene nudged you and whispered into your ear.

“Psst! Oi! Y/N! Why is Potter staring at you?” 

You quickly shook your head and waved off her question, opting to continue to find the right words.

Well until your blonde friend gripped your jaw, and turned your head to the direction of the boy. You instantly made eye-contact with the messy haired Gryffindor and quirked a brow. He smirked and turned his head away. You thought nothing of the interaction, until you felt a sudden drop above your head...

Instantly, it seemed as though there was a storm in the common room. Looking towards the ceiling you saw the dark rain cloud above your head. Quickly turning your head to the essay you were writing you noticed it completely wet and ruined. You jumped into action, trying to salvage what you could, but it was too late. Ignoring the screeches of your friends and fellow housemates, you began to look for the source of the cloud.

That was until you made eye contact with the laughing and smug James Potter.

“POTTER!” you yelled. Almost immediately the rain stopped, but the damage had been done. “JAMES POTTER! YOU BETTER HAVE A REASON YOU STARTED A STORM IN THE COMMON ROOM!” 

Hearing the commotion, the rest of the Marauders came down to the common room to witness what was happening. But all they saw was a yelling match between you and their brunette best friend.

“YOU ARE A DICK JAMES POTTER! KARMA IS A BITCH AND SHE IS COMING! IT’S GONNA BE SO NICE TO SEE YOUR FACE WHEN ALL YOUR ACTIONS FINALLY COME TO KICK YOU IN THE ARSE!” you yelled.

“What? I did nothing, I don’t mean to dampen your mood, but I have no idea what you are on about.” James replies smugly.

“UGH- YOU ARE A BULLY AND A RIGHTEOUS, STUCK UP, EGOTISTICAL ARSEHOLE! I HOPE YOU ARE ENJOYING THIS BECAUSE-- OH MY! I-” You were quickly being dragged away by your red head companion. 

“Y/N, he is not worth it... let’s just leave.” 

“NO! I HAVE TO RESTART MY ESSAY! I WAS THIS BLOODY CLOSE. UGH- YOU ARE AN ARSE JAMES POTTER I HOPE YOU KNOW THAT!”

“Y/N, it was just a prank, its no big deal relax.” James said.

“RELAX! ARE YOU KIDDING... I-” you paused taking shallow and rapid breaths, ‘you know I can not believe you think its funny. You truly have no regard for people and how they feel do you?” you asked slowly and meticulously. 

“Prongs, just apologize and lets go..” Remus said quickly.

“I- I didn’t realize it would be that big of a deal.” James tried to say to you, but it was no use because you had already dragged Lily and Marlene out the common room and to the library to re-start your assignment. 

“Oh, COME ON! I did not” James stated jokingly.

“Darling, you must certainly did, I barley passed that essay as well. I blame you for me getting an E in that class.” You replied giggling.

“Moooommmyyy! Story, get back to the story,” Your son said dramatically, grabbing your cheeks and turning to face him for extra effect.

Hearing a chuckling from James in the background, “Alright bubs, back to the the story”

January 23, 1976

After months of back and forth between you and James, he was fed up trying to get your attention. From roses to chocolate, to even a firework show in your honor, James believed he had done everything to apologize to you for his stupid prank and prove his affection.

Tired of his friends constant whining, Remus and Sirius decided to take matters into their own hands and talk to someone who knew you better than anyone else, Lily and Marlene.

“Oh Evans, Mckinnon, we are in grave need of your beautiful minds” Sirius flirted. Remus smacked him across the head adding, “Ignore the git, we need some help its about-”

“James?” Lily and Marlene said in unison.

“Yeah...how did you know” Remus questioned. “Are we gonna ignore the fact they spoke at the same time” Sirius said, once again receiving a blow from his friend.

Rolling her eyes, Lily remarked, “Well, Y/N has been complaining about him for months,” Marlene quickly interjected, “...and you never are without him so its an easy assumption. 

Now its was the boys turn to roll their eyes to the back of their heads. “Anyways, he will not shut up about getting her to forgive him... so we were wondering if you had anything that could work to get her to forgive him?” Remus pleaded with the best Sirius puppy dog eyes he could muster.

“Fine,” Lily and Marlene said jointly.

“THEY DID IT AGAI- OH NOT YOU TOO AS WELL!” Sirius exclaimed rubbing the now sore bump on his head. 

Ignoring the dog’s dramatics, the group of four began conducting a plan for James that would knock Y/N’s socks off.

At this point, Harry had nestled between his parents and fell into a deep sleep.

The two of you put him to bed and settle down back into the living room.

Looking longingly at his wife, James says, “Well, might as well finish the story love... it is the best part.”

Giggling at the antics of your husband, you shrug and began to finish the story...

February 14, 1976 

The Great Hall looked as though Cupid had just went on a decorating rampage. The room lined with pink and red hearts and the sight of loving couples nearly made you want to gag. Then, you remembered the boy who has dying to get your attention for the past months and can not seem but to get excited.

What does he have planned for you? Is he gonna get me a gift? Do I look presentable? 

“WHAT!” you quickly think to yourself, “Why in Merlin’s name am I excited to to see Jame- Potter. Godric I can’t feel like this for him... He his as a fly that buzzes and will not leave me alone... but he is not the worst to look at”

You quickly snap out of your thoughts as Lily starts to put food onto your plate. You begin to eat, but can only think of one thing.

James Potter.

“Why?” You begin questioning again, “Godric, Y/N You like him... No I do not.. You realize you are having this whole conversation within your brain, right? It is obvious you like him...” you grumble to yourself as you realize your psyche has won once again.

Lily noticing your strange behavior begins to question if you discovered what they have planned. 

Almost as though the boys heard Lily’s thoughts the beginning of the plan is activated.

Instantly, the candles in all of the Great Hall extinguish and there is the beginning of a song plays.

Suddenly, a spotlight shines onto the teachers table where atop, James and the rest of the Marauders stand, Remus and Sirius with guitars and Peter on the drums. James holding a mic begins to sing...

When I wake up, Well I know I’m gonna be, I’m gonna be the man who wakes up next to you.

Your head snaps to the noise and there you see in all of his glory, James Potter holding a microphone staring straight at you.

When I go out, yeah I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who goes along.

Quickly shoving the breakfast roll down your throat you nearly choke as you see the boy slowly make his way towards the front of the Gryffindor table.

When I get drunk, well I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who gets drunk next to you.

Your eyes widen comically when you see James Potter jump onto the Gryffindor table. 

And when I haver, hey I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who's havering to you.

Slowly, the boy begins his walk across the table to where you sit. You try to make a run for it, but Lily and Marlene quickly grab your arms and anchor you down to the bench 

“What friends you are!” you hiss at the two.

Marlene just rolls her eyes and Lily pinches your hip.

And I would roll 500 miles And I would roll 500 more Just to be the man who rolls a thousand miles To fall down at your door

Once the boy is standing in front of you he reaches down for your hand. Stubbornly, you ignore his gesture, well until your two friends throw you up onto the table with the love struck brunette. 

When I come home well I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who comes back home to you And when I grow old, well I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who's growing old with you.

You grip onto the boys biceps for stability and are forced to look into his ravishing hazel eyes...

In that moment you forget all that he has done to you in the past and all you can think about is him and you. 

But I would roll 500 miles And I would roll 500 more Just to be the man who roles a thousand miles To fall down at your door.

Smiling, to yourself, you grab the face of the boy in front of you and mold your lips together. Ignoring the cheers of your classmates, the only sounds you hear are the background noise of the boy’s best friends signing backup. 

Da da da  Da da da                                                                                                            Da Da Dun Diddle                                                                                            Un Diddle Un Diddle Uh Da Da.....

Smiling to yourself and grabbing the hand of the man you love you start laughing.

“What’s so funny, love?” James asks.

“Nothing.... Just we began dating because you performed a whole song and dance in front of the entirety of Hogwarts.” you reply breathlessly.

“Well, hey, look at us now... happy, healthy, and a true family.” he replies smiling at your antics.

You lay down your head into the lap of your husband, and look up into his hazel eyes you got lost into all those years ago, “Such a sap, Potter, such a sap...”

Kissing your cheek softly, “Only for you, my darling girl... only for you...” 

“I love you Jamie”

“I love you more, my love.”            ______________________________________________________________

AHHH I HOPE YOU ENJOY!!! IM SORRY IF IT IS SO BAD!! THIS IS MY FIRST FIC PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF I COULD DO ANYTHING BETTER!!! AHHHH (but like kinda like this story... kinda proud ;))

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HOLY SHIT PLEASE GIVE US MORE OF YOUR VAMPIRE AU IM IN L O V E

big shoutout to @rosenmarille for writing most of this out

I'm gonna start right where the last post left off, after fugo and giorno decide to track the rest of the gang and catch up with them. 

There is one moment early on with just fugo, before they head off, where giorno is still shaken and trying to figure out what's happening and has an idea. “Wait, maybe if i use gold experience to pump myself full of life energy i can just. restart my body?” And fugo has no better ideas so he can just shrug. Now here’s the headcanon that gold experience’s ability is a slightly modified, dramatically strengthened form of hamon, so when giorno has GE put its hands to his chest and they start glowing it burns. And even though he stops immediately there are two hand-shaped burn marks on his chest that look like the skin there just. Melted. And it takes a few moments to heal up this time but it's more than enough for both giorno and fugo to decide that is not something he should try again.

First order of business is finding Giorno new clothes to travel in, because while it's getting darker now and the sun isn't an immediately pressing issue, his torn and blood soaked jacket isn't really an option anymore. They leave the island and acquire (read: steal) both a change of clothes and a really wide brimmed hat, sunglasses, gloves and a scarf, which giorno both looks ridiculous in and makes work at the same time. 

As they travel, Giorno and Fugo talk and decide they won’t immediately tell the gang about the whole vampirism thing because they don’t need the extra distraction right now. Pari also came up with this unrelated little conversation snippet: 

Fugo: so this has been bugging me but Why do you suck blood through your fingers? That's so uncomfortable

Giorno: I don’t know. It feels right. Let me have my straw fingers 

Fugo: to get that sweet people juice?

Giorno: don’t call it people juice

Fugo: okay, juice boy. Why do you have fangs then?

Giorno: because they make me look cute, next. 

Fugo, under his breath: can’t argue with that

Giorno: what?

Fugo: what?

we think fugo is chill with it pretty quickly tbh because he knows what it's like to be seen as something dangerous and being afraid of hurting people he cares about, so he's essentially like “y'know what i'm just gonna give giorno what i've needed i guess”, and in turn, the casualness helps giorno feel more at ease with the weird situation too. And giorno clearly isn’t afraid of him either, he’s immune to purple haze, and that’s still wild to fugo, so they get along really well.

To go into some more plot changes, bruno and the gang don't linger in venice and continue straight on. What this changes is that instead of them being attacked by squalo and tiziano, fugo and giorno are. They've put themselves together and decide fugo needs something to eat before they head off, so they get a table and giorno watches fugo while he eats. It's not unsettling at all. His eyes are no longer blue but dark red and reflect light like a cat’s, it's not uncomfortable whatsoever. 

While they’re there, first tiziano tries to recruit them so they can gain more info on bruno and his team, and when giorno and fugo refuse he pretends to leave them alone before he and squalo begin attacking them.

Giorno is the one targeted by talking head this time, which they figure out rather quickly, and when he cuts out his own tongue, he doesn't even need his stand to help him recover. Fugo wastes no time and kills tiziano via his now defenseless stand, and the sudden bouts of blood lead giorno’s new heightened senses to the body, and to squalo. They manage to restrain him with giorno’s inhuman strength (he is finding out a lot of things about himself!), and he manages to spit out something along the lines of “you can’t use your stand with an ally so close” before meeting purple haze’s fist, which giorno survives without an issue. 

Meanwhile, on the gang’s end, to go more in detail about their journey, after neatly skipping the first unita speciale attack, they find themselves under fire from carne. Instead of giorno, it's narancia who’s targeted first, who loses his arm which bruno has to zip shut. Without a healer, that’s all they have right now… 

However, because of this, Trish steps up sooner than she did in canon, and with spice girl’s help she disposes of notorious big completely. They land safely in Sardinia. 

Like we said in our first post, after seeing giorno die, bruno leaves mista with abbacchio to cover for him this time. This intervention saves abbacchios life and doppio only manages to injure him, forcing bruno to play field doctor yet again. This is to hammer home how truly fucked they are without a healer, which we think is something that's taken for granted sometimes.  

They put abbacchio in the turtle from now on because bruno says that “we’ve already lost giorno, we almost just lost you and narancia, you don’t have a fighting stand so Stay In Here, that’s an order.” And then trish comes out instead and Bruno complains but she’s like “I don’t need to listen to you, you finished your fetch quest and I’m not in your gang, so you can't boss me around.”

Fugo and giorno steal a car, bruno and the gang takes their boat towards venice, and they meet up there and the other stuff i already talked about happens. There’s road trip bonding. It’s a fun au.

[fittytittycity]

Second Time (but not the last)

Hey all! Im on mobile so I can't attach the first one but I've only ever posted like five things on this account so just look back on my posts

I'm so glad ppl liked my last one! Message me if you like this and want more or if you have any suggestions (or if there are any grammatical errors)

Warnings: mild swearing, crying, panic attack sort of

Edward Nygma had never considered himself especially nosey.

Sure, he more often than not found himself on the outside of a conversation than in one, but he didn't consider himself nosey. Antisocially perceptive, an incredibly apt listener, but never nosey. He didn't mind though, sticking his nose into your business.

"So....you and Ed."

She proposed, leaning coyly on the side of your desk- carefully encroaching onto your workload.

"Hm. Wai- what?"

You asked, torn from your diligent trance, your pen still hovering above the paper. Ms.Ham peered at you knowingly, her bright lipstick folding into a perfectly symmetrical smile. Your expression didn't change, and she sighed in impatience.

"Cmon! Arnt you two like....screwing?" She quizzed, lowering her voice in invasive delight as she wiggled her sharp eyebrows. You resisted the urge to laugh, humor overcome with the bizarre nature of that question. Why on earth would she think that? Sure you lingered anxiously behind him, trailed his movements with doe eyes and subdued admiration- but there was nothing beyond your quiet attention that would elude to anything more than that.

"No- we're not screwing. Why would you think that?" You answered, chuckling dismissively as you turned back to your paper, thoughtlessly checking boxes.

"Oh come on! I see you in the restroom after your 'meetings'- fixing your makeup

/catching your breath/ ." She countered, squeezing out her allegations quietly, giddy with the raunchiness of her accusation. You paused, pen halted above the paper. The familiar prick of humiliation kneaded your stomach, a wave of discomfort overcoming you. You usually were able to make certain no one was in the restroom, but when much of the bureaucratic staff had left the precinct you assumed the back restrooms were clear. Collectively you must have spent hours bent over those sinks, sobbing into your elbow, rubbing snot and tears from your face, pressing cold pieces of wet paper towel under your eyes to stop the swelling. How lucky you were that she had only seen the aftermath of a cry in your office, wiping your wet red face, mascara smeared above and below your foggy eyes, shaking with labored breath. You felt your knee jerk beneath your desk, begging to bounce anxiously on the floor. You felt your face become very hot, you didn't want to think about it.

"Ha! No, I uh, I just have terrible allergies in winter. Chills, tears, the whole nine yards!" You answered, crossing your legs hoping to quell your shaking limbs. You looked up from your paper, dropping the pen carefully- feeling your palms sweat with embarrassment. You smiled gingery, searching her face for any sign your facade was working.

"Oh- huh. Yeah Eds kind of a weirdo, I was just gonna say if the two of you were messing around that you should be careful." She cautioned, chuckling dryly to herself. "Odd one like that- there's no telling what he's in to. I bet he likes kicking around his girlfriend befo-"

"Trish- I really have to finish up this work." You interrupted, the need to escape this conversation becoming radically urgent. She smiled, rolling her eyes and nudging your shoulder lovingly. She mumbled something patronizing about work ethic and waltzed out of the room.

Shame coiled in your gut, drowned in the unshakable embarrassment of nearly being caught. For having to almost explain that you were such an incompetent worker that you needed constant reprimand, reprimand that left you in hot ugly fits of sobbing humiliation in the staff bathroom.

For how confusing it was, how tender and persuasive his fingers felt on the small of your back as he passed you in a narrow hall. For his hungry lingering, the predatory silence of his presence behind you when you worked- the fear only a hunter could inflict upon its prey.

You inhaled deeply, aware now that you had been holding your breath. You blinked, a hot tear landing on the back of your hand. You wiped your face quickly, god what a fucking idiot. You really deserved everything he said, you weren't fit to work here. You rolled your eyes, feeling the familiar sting of oncoming tears tickle your eyes. Damn.

Edward was on a deadly power trip. An ego wave he would inevitably crumble beneath, soon to drown in his own festering God complex. James Gordon was in jail, and the heavy paranoia that strained his anxious mind had blossomed into manic euphoria. He could do anything, he could get away with anything. He wasn't worried about Ms.Hams speculation, if anything it exacerbated his obsession.

She must be so embarrassed, and knowing Ham the whole precinct must think she's sleeping around. Can you imagine the rancid things those policemen will say about her?

Goosebumps rose on his scalp, mouth curving into a perfect grin. He could definitely imagine. He nudged his glasses up the bridge of his narrow nose, pushing the handle down to enter your office.

Your knees buckled, sending you upright in a matter of seconds, the familiar sound of the brass handle slamming against a cabinet ripping you from your pitiful slouch.

"Mr.Nygma! Hello- can I help you with something?" You blinked quickly, taking a deep breath through your nose before turning around, smile docile and calm. Your lip twitched, teeth aching to chatter against your clenched jaw- you smiled tighter. He grinned back, taking three careful strides towards you- your legs tensing in the desire to flee.

"Yes actually, two things." He mused, pulling from behind his back a stack of papers, littered with red ink and flagged bits of paper. He looked down at it, shaking his head slowly.

"I can't understand how you thought this was an appropriate final draft for Commissioner Barnes to send out for the Christmas letter, it's littered with grammatical errors and poor phrasing." He scolded, disbelieving amusement soaking his flat tone. His flicked the paper, not seeing you flinch behind the white pages. You held your breath, pleading with your body not to give way to your embarrassment- blinking only when you were absolutely sure you wouldn't cry.

"Thank god I picked it up out of his inbox before he got his hands on it. Barnes may posses even less of a linguistic gene than you...I can imagine without my intervention the entire staff would share my misfortune of reading such a massacre of a Christmas letter." He scoffed, stifling the urge to smile, the hot feeling of sadistic delight boiling in his stomach.

"Secondly-" He began, flipping the papers down to deliver the most anticipated part of his ridicule. He looked over your face, anticipating the coming expressions. Your eyelashes clung together with moisture, exaggerating their dark sheen- pushing forward the vibrant colors of your reddening eyes. He was without speech for a moment- confused as to how he had already elicited such a response. Unless-

"Ms.L/N have you been crying?" He quizzed, the careless monotone he had struggled to sustain lost in his confusion. You felt the hot tentacles of shame wrap around your stomach, pushing out the anxious breath you had held so tightly. You shook your head quickly, hands loosening from fists into frantic shapes in front of your chest- pulling on your fingers in a nervous panic.

"No- No I just-"

"Who made you cry?" He barked, discarding the papers onto the desk behind you, the adrenaline of his expecting pleasure twisting into rage. Who on earth had made you cry? It couldn't have been Ms.Ham..or perhaps what she had said to you about how you worked too much? Maybe one of the policemen? He was infuriated, some strange deformation of jealousy straining his mind to decipher who had stolen from him the joy of being the only person to cause you such damage. You struggled to breathe, afraid any allowance of air would turn into a sob the moment it left your lips.

"No one, no one made me cry. I just-" you began, fingers twisting and grabbing at the front of your shirt thoughtlessly. You felt your stomach heave in protest, body aching to curl up and die. You wanted more than anything to run out of the room and under your covers to never return to the outside world.

"I'm just concerned that I'm not- not doing a very good job. I like this job v-very- I like this job very much and I would really like to get a good reference. And I feel like you're very dis-dissatisfied with my work. I want to be a good employee and I feel I'm not living up to your standards." You spat, vision twisting and blurring in wet heavy embarrassment. This was a nightmare. You couldn't keep yourself together, words tripping over the next, chest rising and falling so rapidly you thought for sure your heart was stopping and restarting. You couldn't bring yourself to look at him, your teeth began to chatter and your palms began to sweat.

"I'm sorry it just all got the best of me- I promise not to let it-" But Edward was no longer listening. It would be a disservice to himself to distract from the display- eyes darting anxiously away from him, the muscles in your arms and legs tensing and releasing in tantalizing tremors. He was engulfed in the sight- how had he survived so long without witnessing it? Your hand shot up, shaking terribly as it wiped a tear from your red cheek- bringing his gaze back to your face. Instinctually, like a lunging animal, his hand was around your wrist. He reached out, desperate to feel the sticky heat of your tear laden cheek as he leaned in further. The narrow end of his nose brushed yours, your lamenting words seeming immediately less important than the feeling of his slow breath on your Cupid's bow. It was silent as your lips met, your weeping hiccups quelling into a blissful lack of. Your stammering heart stopped, and the desire to curl up and fall away turned to the irresistible urge to curl up into the shallows of his welcoming chest and fall away there. Your reciprocation was timid, lips trembling against his strong guiding mouth as you placed a fearful hand on his chest. His thumb lay gently on your jaw, the tips of his fingers lost in the fine hairs of your neck, the pressure just strong enough to communicate a strange urgency. He parted slowly, leaving room for you to realize you had not yet caught your breath.

"Edward-" you began, voice hoarse and ginger as his hand loosened from your wrist and returned to his side. He could feel your pulse in his fingertips against your neck, feeling his own slow rhythm in contrast to your erratic pulsation.

"Mr. Nygma." He corrected. "Ms.L/N-" He began, his voice rolling up from his chest in a low growl.

"Who made you cry?" He repeated, eyes dark and empty, fingers pressing tighter into the side of your face.

"You did, Mr. Nygma." You whispered, eyes drawn down towards his chest in returning embarrassment.

"Good answer."

[verdigrisprowl]

Bevel’s Movie Night, as hosted by Prowl - Jumanji & Steven Universe

As hosted by the other Prowl. Not this one.

Jumanji was a mildly terrifying movie about the consequences of playing a mysterious game that yields unknown real-life consequences, and the Steven Universe episodes were the two most disturbing ones, and the room thinks that Bevel probably gave them to Prowl to play as revenge against Soundwave for the cards losing her Star Saber.

Prowl (the other Prowl) revealed that she’s half a billion years old. Soundwave had an emotional crisis. Prowl (this Prowl) wants tips on dealing with info creep.

Today Smokescreen 7:31 pm 😮! Prowl! Prowl 7:33 pm Smokescreen. *hope you like Bevel's open first floor of a half-built building look* Omicron 7:33 pm *big predacon peers in?* Prowl 7:34 pm *hears the predacon approaching, there's plenty of space* Welcome. Smokescreen 7:34 pm /Smokescreen's got no room to judge! His Cybertron's not that different Omicron 7:36 pm *Huh, the predacon blinks around and sits down, chirping at smokescreen, tilting her head at the music* ItsyBitsySpyers 7:37 pm *Soundwave walks in and resists the urge to walk right back out.*

[[You would.]] Smokescreen 7:37 pm !! /Smokescreen's chirping back at the predacon!/ Prowl 7:37 pm *too late you're already here, Soundwave* Omicron 7:38 pm *chirps again, then to soundwave, there might be a meeper under a wing again, if its okay* Prowl 7:38 pm *Prowl doesn't mind so long as no one breaks any laws* ItsyBitsySpyers 7:39 pm *He remembers that he said he wanted to see them the next time. He heads over to Ice Queen and crouches, curious.* Omicron 7:41 pm *Icy lays down to make it easier, and lifts a wing for Soundwave to see a startled feline like sparkling under it* VProwl 7:43 pm *appears. ... and immediately looks around to make sure he's not in the wrong place. this is not the usual crowd.* ItsyBitsySpyers 7:43 pm *Soundwave holds a hand out for them to sniff and - after a bit of digging through his files - plays back a purring sound.* VProwl 7:44 pm *But this IS the usual place. so.* ... Alternate. Hello. ItsyBitsySpyers 7:44 pm *Pings Prowl. Good evening.* Prowl 7:44 pm *at least the location is the same* Hello. Bevel is still in space so she asked me to host for the evening since I was available. VProwl 7:45 pm I see. She's working for you currently, isn't she? *pings Soundwave back. Good evening.* Prowl 7:45 pm She was, yes. Omicron 7:46 pm *to soundwave as hatchling reaching out with small paws to touch his hand and sniff again...it smells like The Thingy* She's the first of the lot to transform, she might try again this evening *Proud Predacon Queen* VProwl 7:47 pm "Was"? ItsyBitsySpyers 7:48 pm [[Already?]] *Is so very, very still, so as not to startle the hatchling and their tiny paw.* [[Well done, youngling.]] Prowl 7:48 pm Her unexpected space trip does make employing her rather difficult. Smokescreen 7:49 pm /Smokescreen's watching the hatchling, hoping to see if she'll try again!/ Smokescreen 7:49 pm rude youtube Omicron 7:50 pm yes, it supersized us O.o normally the insecticons are the ones that can transform the earliest. But it only happened twice so far. I think she takes after skybite

Hatchling: *gives a soft mew, sniff sniff...maybe nibble on the fingers too* VProwl 7:51 pm ... She's... not going to be continuing when she comes back? *the concept of somebody losing their job for anything short of blatantly acting against the core function of that job is somewhat alien to prowl* Smokescreen 7:55 pm /OH he's singing along/ ItsyBitsySpyers 7:55 pm [[Sky-Byte?]] *Why does he know that name. Search. Search.* [[The shark poet...?]]

*Lightly wiggles his fingertips.* [[Oh dear. He's being consumed by a great predator. Someone call an emergency vehicle.]] Prowl 7:56 pm It didn't seem feasible to hold her job for an unknown amount of time. I'd be happy to rehire her when she returns. *the important question, can Smokescreen sing well?* Smokescreen 7:57 pm /He can!/ ItsyBitsySpyers 7:57 pm *He's being recorded, too.* ((i love this)) Prowl 7:58 pm ((it's such fun ((starting soon as this is over if everyone's ready ItsyBitsySpyers 7:59 pm ((yep)) VProwl 7:59 pm ((yep)) Smokescreen 7:59 pm ((Sounds good! i might leave partway through azxcvbmn busy night Omicron 7:59 pm He is a poet, 😊 *Icy purrs, even if her skybite isn't famous or anything outside of her crew* and a good play writer too.

Hatchling: *tiny purr attempt too...and faceplants on soundwave's hand as she slips. Yep, she's an amazing cuddly predator* ((I'm good)) Prowl 8:00 pm ((no worries, smokey Prowl 8:01 pm *Prowl is now actually paying attention to the nearby conversations* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:02 pm [[The multiverse could do with more mechs like tha--ah! Be careful...]]

*Nudges her back up onto Ice Queen and peers closely. Any damage to her head?* Omicron 8:04 pm *Icy peers carefully with her good eye, but doesn't seem worried after a moment*

hatchling: *meeps, shakes head and tries to grab fingers again. * VProwl 8:04 pm *... he's gonna. just. mosey on over. and crouch next to soundwave. to inspect the new small one.* Smokescreen 8:05 pm ((adsbnmvcx yeah im gonna have to go i gotta get dinner but thank you still! one day i'll be able to stay for a full night ItsyBitsySpyers 8:05 pm *Stretches a feeler out behind himself and curls it toward the movie screen. He nods at Prowl and scoots over just a tad.*

[[What is this one's name?]] ((aaaaa bye!)) Prowl 8:05 pm ((no worries, later! Omicron 8:05 pm ((have safe night!)) VProwl 8:06 pm *... scoots a tiny bit closer to soundwave.* Omicron 8:07 pm *Icy is a convent couch?* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:07 pm ((omg he's not sitting on her i promise, he's just crouching near)) Omicron 8:07 pm ((its okay if they want to I mean!)) VProwl 8:08 pm ((but that would be RUDE)) Omicron 8:09 pm (not to Icy, its normal for her to be climbed on and have others perch on her XD) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:10 pm [[...Letting him take the blame?]] Omicron 8:10 pm ....what is with some humans? Omicron 8:11 pm Hatchling; *teetering, trying to get both forepaws on soundwave. he as an interesting arm to climb on?* VProwl 8:12 pm *glances up at the screen, but then back at the hatchling.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:12 pm *Turns his arm as flat as it can go from this angle and taps close to his elbow with two fingers. Come on up. He's sure Prowl would like to see you too.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:13 pm *...Does not trust the drums. He didn't see any speakers on that box.* Omicron 8:15 pm Hatchling: *gasp! climbing place! careful, but not shaky pads over the offered arm, sniffing along it and then what she can of soundwave's* ........ ((wonderbread? pffft)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:16 pm [[There we are. Their designation?]]

*Sloooowly twists himself toward Prowl and nods again. Here you go. An opticful.* VProwl 8:17 pm *... what's he being nodded at for?* Omicron 8:17 pm Hatchling: *mews, is visable now?* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:18 pm *Encouragement to look is what for.*

[[What in Primus' name--]] Omicron 8:19 pm what....the frag? Prowl 8:19 pm That did not go how I expected it to. VProwl 8:19 pm *there's screaming on screen. looks up at multiple flying things?* *and then back down at hatchling.* Hello. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:19 pm [[The game box pulled the human in? Where did he go? There wasn't room inside.]] Omicron 8:20 pm subspace? Prowl 8:20 pm Or a ground bridge. VProwl 8:20 pm Miniature space bridge? Disassembles the molecular structure and reassembles it on the other side? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:20 pm [[Perhaps, to any of those. That is an advanced game for 1969 on Earth.]] VProwl 8:21 pm "Advanced" or alien. Omicron 8:21 pm hathcling: *little nose stiffing at the closer VProwl, new person!* VProwl 8:21 pm Or magic. As movies go. VProwl 8:23 pm *watches the hatchling sniff for a moment, then glances up at Icy.* This is—you said this hatchling's learned how to transform? That's... a thing new ones need to learn? Omicron 8:26 pm For a lot of beast-formers in my native world yes. *she nods, and shifts her bulk to close her wing, and not bonk soundwave or prowl doing so* Some have to finish growing their t-cogs I was told, or some don't realize they have them for a time ((host poof?)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:27 pm ((computer restarted. they'll be back soon)) Omicron 8:27 pm [kk] Prowl 8:27 pm ((tada i return Omicron 8:28 pm ((welcome back!)) VProwl 8:28 pm ... Huh. Yes, right, Predaking had that issue, didn't he. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:28 pm [[This is not the first time he has heard that - Predacons or otherwise. It is interesting to see another case.]] Prowl 8:28 pm They need to grow their t-cogs? *welp now Prowl's interested* Omicron 8:29 pm *Icy nods* took me about a half vron to learn, but, well. I wasn't a normal case as far as I can tell. VProwl 8:29 pm Maybe the game itself is the speaker? Its actual surface might vibrate to produce the drumming sound? *he's only half watching the movie* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:30 pm [[He'll buy that.]]

[[But how does it produce THOSE?]] Prowl 8:31 pm The ground or space bridge? VProwl 8:31 pm The same miniature space bridge technology that captured the other one? Omicron 8:32 pm Hatcling: *flops on soundwave's arm, its not at all bothered with being looked at, but starts mewing for pets please* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:32 pm [[What a strange thing to build with space bridge tech. He wonders if it has a list of preprogrammed--]] Omicron 8:32 pm what the? O,o Prowl 8:33 pm ...this does not seem like a very safe game. VProwl 8:33 pm Considering that it has matching rhymes to go with the things it's summoning, I'd say it probably is preprogrammed. Omicron 8:33 pm it does not. Please keep it FAR away from my crew ItsyBitsySpyers 8:34 pm *He doesn't remember any rhymes about humans in leaves.*

*Soundwave absently scritches the hatchling under the chin.* VProwl 8:34 pm It seems like the kind of game meant for adults trained in combat, rather than children. Prowl 8:35 pm The one human rolled a five. He's the human from 1969. Omicron 8:35 pm he aged in the subspace-spacebridge place? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:36 pm [[He'd have to have aged, it's been more than twenty years.]] Omicron 8:36 pm True ItsyBitsySpyers 8:36 pm [[That's... what is that. A fourth of a human's life?]] Omicron 8:37 pm Hatch: *sloowly melting with scritches* VProwl 8:37 pm It said he had to "wait in the jungle." Perhaps he was bridged to whatever location the creatures come from. *oh! a cop!* *......... oh. a cop.* Prowl 8:38 pm *!!!!* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:38 pm [[A moment of silence for the lightbar.]] VProwl 8:38 pm *cops never get treated well in movies like thidLKJFLSJ * Omicron 8:38 pm O__o primus VProwl 8:39 pm *BULLET STRAIGHT THROUGH LIGHT BAR. that is both extremely painful-looking and a GRAVE insult.* Prowl 8:39 pm *internally cringing* VProwl 8:39 pm *externally cringing* Blaster 8:39 pm ....what just happened? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:39 pm [[A monkey fired a gun from inside a police car.]] Omicron 8:39 pm *chirps at hatchling*

Hathcling: *looks up, puffs up and gives a sort of hiss in defense! maybe?* Prowl 8:40 pm Ugh. *don't remind her, Soundwave* Blaster 8:40 pm Ah. Yikes ItsyBitsySpyers 8:40 pm [[Shh, shh.]] *Pat pat.* VProwl 8:40 pm *reaches back to rub his light bar* Omicron 8:40 pm *chirps a greating to Blaster as her hatchling calms down* Blaster 8:40 pm Hello ItsyBitsySpyers 8:41 pm *Glance at Prowl. You okay there?* [[Good evening, Blaster.]] VProwl 8:41 pm (("they're over on adams street" you dick you coulda warned him)) Blaster 8:41 pm Hello, Soundwave ItsyBitsySpyers 8:42 pm [[...He only missed his creators by four years.]] Blaster 8:42 pm ((RIGHT!? Omicron 8:42 pm that that was an aft move VProwl 8:44 pm ... They went into the car that the stung person came out of? That seems... not bright. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:44 pm *It's like when they were renting the car.* Blaster 8:44 pm ....that poor car Omicron 8:44 pm Hatchling: *mews at blaster too, then small paw pats soundwave, more pets?* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:45 pm *Well. Maybe not that bad. But it felt like it.* VProwl 8:45 pm *PROWL FIGURED IT OUT FASTER THAN THAT.* *and he found the right stick on the first try thank you very much.* Omicron 8:45 pm that wasn't so wise .....good response lion Blaster 8:47 pm They're goading him into it ItsyBitsySpyers 8:47 pm *Soundwave looks down at the hatchling. Still more?*

[[They are. The small one is clever.]] VProwl 8:48 pm Whatever he saw, it wasn't bad enough to kill a sixth grader. Omicron 8:48 pm is he talking about predacons? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:48 pm *Soft huff at Prowl's comment.* Blaster 8:48 pm Or it didn't want to see what sixth grader tasted like Prowl 8:49 pm I'm sure we'll all find out exactly what the game is capable of soon enough. Omicron 8:49 pm Hatchling: *soft purr, all the pets are good, she lays on his arm* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:49 pm [[....Ah.]] [[The other human girl.]] VProwl 8:50 pm ... I wonder if your turn gets skipped if you die. Blaster 8:50 pm Possibly? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:50 pm [[How morbid.]] *Pet pet pet. He hopes the hatchling is too young to understand what's on screen.* Omicron 8:50 pm It would make sense to I think Prowl 8:50 pm I would think so. What are they going to do? Put the dice in the corpse's hand and shake them out? VProwl 8:51 pm You don't know how sophisticated the game is, maybe it would just glitch up and never progress again. Blaster 8:52 pm ...... She's out Omicron 8:52 pm pffffffffft Blaster 8:52 pm And....kidnapped her VProwl 8:52 pm So only one of three options is possible. One, the game skips over dead players. Two, the game doesn't skip over dead players, but nobody has ever died playing before so it's never been a problem. Or three, somebody has died playing it, but the game ended before it was their turn again. Omicron 8:54 pm hmm... O_o Blaster 8:54 pm Oh dear Omicron 8:54 pm *hisses at screen, reminded of something* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:55 pm *Points with his other hand.* [[An Audrey Two?]] Blaster 8:55 pm Do....plants normally doooohmy VProwl 8:55 pm ... Or, I suppose, yes, four: somebody died but they put the dice in the corpse's hand to roll. Prowl 8:55 pm The first makes the most amount of sense. The game seems quite intent on trying to kill them. Omicron 8:55 pm ....not noramlly *bares fangs at screen* Prowl 8:56 pm *oh no that poor police car* Blaster 8:56 pm Primus Omicron 8:56 pm how is that car alive? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:56 pm *Slight cringe.* Blaster 8:56 pm That poor car VProwl 8:56 pm *winces at the poor police/police car.* Omicron 8:56 pm Hatchling: *happy flop* VProwl 8:57 pm That ascribes malice to the game that may not be there. It may simply be designed for a different audience than the one that picked it up. Prowl 8:57 pm True. Omicron 8:58 pm hmmm Blaster 8:58 pm Probably made for people who could handle it Omicron 8:58 pm ((bling)) Prowl 8:59 pm Though nothing about it has proven it isn't malicious so far. VProwl 8:59 pm Off the top of my head, I can think of, oh... four? four mechs who would LOVE a Cybertronian equivalent to this game. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:59 pm [[...It wouldn't pose much threat here. Everything it brings in would asphyxiate.]] VProwl 8:59 pm And they're all living on Debris. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:59 pm [[You may add three more sitting upstairs.]] Omicron 8:59 pm O__o Blaster 8:59 pm What just...Who? VProwl 9:00 pm *points at Van Pelt* THAT is the kind of person this game was designed for. Prowl 9:00 pm ...his father? Omicron 9:00 pm I think I would agree with you VProwl 9:00 pm What did that poor police car do to anyone?! ItsyBitsySpyers 9:00 pm [[That is not his father. His father is dead.]] Prowl 9:00 pm They sound alike. Blaster 9:00 pm I have no idea, but that poor car Omicron 9:01 pm over kill much? That car need a medic Prowl 9:01 pm What did they do to the car now? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:01 pm [[Blew holes in its side and shot out its windows.]] VProwl 9:01 pm Shot in the side and through the windows. Blaster 9:02 pm ....oh no ItsyBitsySpyers 9:02 pm [[An earthquake?]] Blaster 9:03 pm Time to move ItsyBitsySpyers 9:04 pm [[...Oh dear.]] VProwl 9:04 pm What do you think it does if it's someone's turn to roll but they've been banished to the jungle? Does it skip them, does the game force a five or eight roll before their next turn, or does the game reach an impasse? Blaster 9:04 pm That's not good VProwl 9:05 pm ((amurrka)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:05 pm [[The games Rumble and Frenzy play simply skip the mech's turn and make the other one keep playing.]] VProwl 9:05 pm Do they play games like this? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:06 pm [[...None that summon dangerous beasts, but they have a fondness for Earth games of all kinds. Arcade often upsizes the ones they find for them.]] [[Oh, well done, Peter human.]] Prowl 9:06 pm Very smart. Blaster 9:06 pm Good work VProwl 9:07 pm ... You know, it wouldn't be THAT difficult to design a game like this. All you'd need is some sort of wildlife preserve with a population of the creatures you'd need for the game, a miniature space bridge generator, and some sort of scanner like the sort Starfleet has that lets you identify the species of lifeforms from a distance that the space bridge generator can use to scoop up members of the species that the game needs for each turn. Omicron 9:07 pm *Icy blinks looking around confused, did she black out?* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:07 pm [[...Surely you're not encouraging its creation.]] Ratchet 9:07 pm [[ IS that his dad?? ]] ItsyBitsySpyers 9:08 pm ((van pelt is played by the guy who plays his dad. symbolism)) Prowl 9:09 pm It can tell he cheated? Omicron 9:09 pm [[didn't that thing with van say something about darkest fears?) VProwl 9:09 pm Gyroscopes in the dice, perhaps. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:09 pm *...The monkeys remind him very much of a certain pair of minis.* VProwl 9:09 pm No, I'm not encouraging, just—hypothesizing. ... There ARE people who would enjoy it. There's a market. *no not the police motorcycle.* Prowl 9:10 pm That poor motorcycle. VProwl 9:11 pm Indeed. Omicron 9:11 pm *Icy's is making a mental note to neeever have this game thing near her crew.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:11 pm *His biolights dim at the sight of them crushing the car.* Blaster 9:11 pm ............. Omicron 9:11 pm why would you climb on the car? *she winces* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:11 pm [[You could have told us we were watching a snuff film.]] Prowl 9:12 pm I didn't know! Blaster 9:12 pm Whhhhhhhy VProwl 9:12 pm Humans don't tend to warn for damage to vehicles. Unfortunately. Prowl 9:12 pm This was the movie Bevel wanted shown tonight. Omicron 9:12 pm At least I make sure any cars don't run remotely before chewing on them ItsyBitsySpyers 9:12 pm [[...Did you do something to anger her?]] Prowl 9:13 pm I don't think so? Blaster 9:13 pm ....... Omicron 9:13 pm PFFT go sparklings VProwl 9:13 pm ... This also seems like the kind of game Bevel would like. Really?! You just endangered him! You trapped him in one place. Blaster 9:14 pm -winces- Omicron 9:14 pm why not get the keys? Blaster 9:14 pm That poor car ItsyBitsySpyers 9:14 pm [[...He admits he's almost curious, himself.]] [[But only almost. We can get this kind of terrorizing without asking from the Underworld.]] *LOUD huff at the monkey cops.* Omicron 9:15 pm they weren't thrown far at all Prowl 9:15 pm *facepalms* Ratchet 9:15 pm [[ ................ is anyone else reminded of the giant poop ]] ItsyBitsySpyers 9:15 pm ((YES)) Ratchet 9:15 pm [[ with that detergent on the floor trick ]] VProwl 9:15 pm ((oh my god)) ((yes)) Prowl 9:16 pm ((YES I'm considering any version of this a form of public endangerment. Omicron 9:16 pm ((*ANGRY YELLING FROM OMIE*)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:16 pm [[He already learned his lesson.]] Omicron 9:16 pm ((THAT"S NOT HOW TANKS WORK AT ALL)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:17 pm [[...He's aware of how the game works? Is he its inventor?]] VProwl 9:17 pm Maybe a willing participant. Omicron 9:17 pm .......... Blaster 9:17 pm !!!! ItsyBitsySpyers 9:17 pm [[...A dead one, now.]] VProwl 9:18 pm He apparently lives in the same preserve where the other hunted animals come from. He's likely a willing participant. Omicron 9:18 pm or someone that was trapped there before that never came out? VProwl 9:18 pm ... Well. "Hunted." I'm presuming that, as the game is MEANT to be played, the players would hunt them. In THIS game they seem to be more the huntING animals. Prowl 9:19 pm Ugh, the door. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:19 pm [[...What is wrong with the Peter human?]] VProwl 9:19 pm He's turning into a monkey. He's got good reason to be upset. Prowl 9:19 pm He's turning into an animal of some kind? Omicron 9:19 pm is that pain or fear? he's changing into something? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:19 pm [[Is that what it is?]] Blaster 9:20 pm .... ? VProwl 9:20 pm Oh. Yes. When he cheated it made that his punishment. Blaster 9:20 pm oh Omicron 9:20 pm oh my ItsyBitsySpyers 9:20 pm [[He's been wonder-- oh, it's making him one of the monkeys.]] Pause. [[...Is that where it gets the monkeys. Cheating players.]] Blaster 9:21 pm -winces- Omicron 9:21 pm *winces at that poor car* Blaster 9:21 pm The car... VProwl 9:21 pm If that were the case, then there wouldn't be any monkeys, because the game was last played twenty-six years ago and was buried who-knows-how-long before that. Blaster 9:21 pm And...he's alive? VProwl 9:21 pm Unless they're the descendants of prior players? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:21 pm [[They could be.]] VProwl 9:21 pm *winces. that poor car.* Prowl 9:21 pm No. No no no no. VProwl 9:22 pm ... Oh, no. Blaster 9:22 pm ................ Omicron 9:22 pm ...for primus sake no Blaster 9:22 pm -hides face- ItsyBitsySpyers 9:22 pm *Soundwave tilts his helm.*

[[...He's done that before.]] Prowl 9:22 pm *winces* VProwl 9:22 pm *puts an arm over his waist and gives Soundwave an alarmed look.* Blaster 9:22 pm WHY Omicron 9:22 pm At least its no longer going to suffer? *not mentioning seeing her mate eat cars like that* Prowl 9:23 pm *angry door twitch in Soundwave's direction* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:23 pm *Soundwave pings Prowl with a comfort tag.* [[Arena days. And during the war. Not to you.]] Blaster 9:23 pm .......... Omicron 9:23 pm go outside VProwl 9:24 pm Why would they get to higher ground when they can just go out the front door? It's right there. Omicron 9:24 pm Hatchling: *mews?* Blaster 9:24 pm .....oh no ItsyBitsySpyers 9:24 pm [[The table can hold all four of them but a door can't hold two shipwrecked humans?]] Prowl 9:24 pm ...what? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:25 pm *What lovely beasts. Look at their teeth.* Omicron 9:25 pm that's not how jaws work frowning** VProwl 9:25 pm It wasn't a door, it was was part of the molding. Plus they were freezing to death. Blaster 9:26 pm Wait What? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:27 pm [[Molding, then. The Titanic documentary, Blaster.]] Blaster 9:27 pm Oh Prowl 9:27 pm Titanic? Omicron 9:27 pm *confused look at soundwave* VProwl 9:27 pm Anyway, she's lucky he didn't get on with her. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:27 pm *Resumes patting the hatchling. There, there. The scariness is temporarily gone.* [[Oh, he knows that one. They do not like that game.]] *Pause.* [[Both Prowls would like that game.]]

[[Why was she lucky?]] VProwl 9:28 pm Because he was clearly abusive and would have ruined her life if she'd stayed with him. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:29 pm [[Oh, that. Yes. He thought you meant it another way he hadn't thought of.]] VProwl 9:29 pm No, just that way. *SPIDERS* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:29 pm [[And Prowl - the Prowl from here. A large ship that sank.]] VProwl 9:30 pm *they're not as fuzzy as the one he knows.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:30 pm [[It's too bad the police car is gone now.]] *Tiny trembles.* Blaster 9:30 pm ??? Omicron 9:30 pm Hatchling: *rests her head on soundwave's arm, and looks at screen, then younging focuses and Scream! jumping up and fumbling* Prowl 9:30 pm I gathered that. Omicron 9:30 pm !!!!!! *hiss!* Prowl 9:30 pm *huffs* Blaster 9:30 pm Are they supposed to be that big? VProwl 9:30 pm Why? *give him a second.* ... *halfhearted whap* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:31 pm *Accepts the whap as his fate.*

[[Calm down, youngling. It is only a film.]] Omicron 9:32 pm Hatchling: *trying to hide now* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:32 pm *Hah. Right over his face.* Blaster 9:33 pm ...... ItsyBitsySpyers 9:33 pm [[...This game is NOT allowed in his home.]] Omicron 9:33 pm what the frag? VProwl 9:33 pm Hff. Blaster 9:33 pm This game is trying to kill them Omicron 9:33 pm Its going nowhere near Dreaded Wings >C ItsyBitsySpyers 9:34 pm @P: [[Perhaps we should locate a copy and deliver it to Starscream.]] Prowl 9:34 pm It's probably succeeded in killing the girl. Blaster 9:34 pm I don't blame you VProwl 9:34 pm We can neither confirm nor deny that the game is actively attempting to kill them. @S «He'd burn it.» Blaster 9:34 pm ....Well HE is ItsyBitsySpyers 9:35 pm [[...Fascinating.]]

@P: [[Pity.]] Omicron 9:35 pm that seems like it is by way of creatures and hunter Blaster 9:36 pm ???? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:36 pm [[...Hold on, now.]] Blaster 9:36 pm What? Prowl 9:36 pm ...it undid everything. VProwl 9:36 pm "Trying" implies intent. If it's merely programmed to move objects as the game is rolled, then it's not TRYING to do anything. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:37 pm [[What of everyone and everything that had lived in the meantime? They must be dead now. Or in a splintered timeline.]] Tarantulas 9:37 pm *comes in at the literal end of the movie, oops* VProwl 9:37 pm ... The game took the gun that Van Pelt purchased while he was here. That implies that the game does indeed merely work by space bridge, rather than "creating" and "destroying" objects. Otherwise it wouldn't take an object with it that wasn't part of the game. Omicron 9:37 pm splintered timeline Blaster 9:38 pm More than likely Omicron 9:38 pm hatchling: *still hiding against soundwave, spiders on the screen scared her* VProwl 9:39 pm So yes. Bridging, apparently. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:39 pm *Well, hopefully the hatchling doesn't look over at the one that just walked in.* Tarantulas 9:39 pm *yes, is Quite Spidery* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:39 pm [[Terrible use of a bridge.]] VProwl 9:40 pm Not if competent fighters are playing the game somewhere safe. A dedicated arena, for instance. Omicron 9:40 pm Hatchling: *might, but has head hiding* Omicron 9:41 pm do the kids remember them? VProwl 9:41 pm They would either be born knowing or else the knowledge would spontaneously appear in them at the appropriate time. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:42 pm *That's precisely how he feels when he sees someone else doing something he's seen go wrong in another timeline.* Blaster 9:42 pm ..... Omicron 9:42 pm Hatchling:: *peeks up with a mew?* Tarantulas 9:42 pm ...What movie was this? *has no fricken idea what's going on but is gonna try to sit wherever prowl is* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:42 pm [[Jumanji.]] *They are over near Ice Queen. Soundwave has a hatchling on his arm.* VProwl 9:43 pm *prowl is crouched next to soundwave, observing said hatchling.* Ratchet 9:43 pm [[ frybo!!! ]] VProwl 9:43 pm You missed spiders. They weren't very fuzzy. Omicron 9:43 pm *Icy looks over at him, as long as Tarantulus behaves around sparkling she's okay with him* Prowl 9:43 pm *hopes Bevel's other choices for tonight aren't so... whatever that was* Blaster 9:43 pm ? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:43 pm [[Oh, the gem creatures.]] Omicron 9:44 pm ((Tarantulus is a fuzzy spider?)) Prowl 9:44 pm *is listening to Pearl's lecture* Fascinating. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:44 pm [[Er.]] VProwl 9:44 pm *couldn't hear it under Steven's internal monologue.* ... What did she say? Tarantulas 9:44 pm Ooh, a shame. Maybe I'll have to watch the movie myself sometime. *hovers near prowl, leaning on whatever he can* *tara is DEFINITELy a fuzzy spide* VProwl 9:45 pm *all of prowl is available for leaning.* Prowl 9:45 pm *Prowl repeats Pearl verbatim* These shards have a powerful partial consciousness that has been harnessed by Gems throughout history to create semi-sentient drone soldiers with the capacity to follow basic orders. Gems once created an army of these drones but found their obedience waned as the shards overdeveloped inside their uniforms and turned on their commanders. You see, any shard inside any sort of container could become a monster! Blaster 9:45 pm What...just.... Omicron 9:45 pm hatchling: *will have a better reaction to fuzzy spider then when she sees him* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:46 pm *...Is actually impressed by that. Offers Prowl a small clap with his own hands.* VProwl 9:46 pm Ah. Thank you. Prowl 9:47 pm *nods* Blaster 9:47 pm ...he really should have listened Omicron 9:47 pm Hatchling: *blinks at Vprowl, listening his his voice, calms down* Blaster 9:47 pm This is going to end...badly, isn't it? VProwl 9:48 pm Very badly. ... That was a very poor order. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:48 pm [[Extremely.]] Omicron 9:48 pm yes Prowl 9:48 pm That was a terr- Yes. Omicron 9:49 pm hatchling: *soft paw on soundwave's arm, can she climb up to shoulder?* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:49 pm [[...How has he learned that much already.]] *Soundwave will have to lean on both Prowl and Tarantulas to twist his arm enough to let the hatchling climb safely, but if they let him, then he'll let her.* VProwl 9:50 pm Humans have a very dim outlook on labor. Omicron 9:50 pm online? Tarantulas 9:50 pm *certainly allows sw* Omicron 9:51 pm Hatchling: *happy chittering* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:51 pm [[This is. Quite a bit darker than the last few incidents, isn't it.]] Prowl 9:51 pm No, he did not. Blaster 9:52 pm ........ VProwl 9:52 pm It is. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:52 pm [[Again? Has he still not learned?]] Tarantulas 9:52 pm He's a /child/. Omicron 9:52 pm *Icy sniffs at tarantulas* VProwl 9:53 pm They're effective for very limited times, aren't they? As soon as he ends the battle quickly and retrieves the shards. Omicron 9:53 pm sparklings don't learn too fast either....though racer got better about nibbling on strangers' pedes after prowl got him VProwl 9:53 pm ... Sorry. Omicron 9:54 pm you didn't mean to, and racer was big enough to not be too bothered afterwards. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:54 pm [[What is THAT.]] Blaster 9:54 pm .............. Prowl 9:55 pm This was a mistake. Blaster 9:55 pm I'm worried Tarantulas 9:55 pm *is sniffed! freezes nervously* Omicron 9:56 pm *big predacon inspecting fuzzy spider, but...okay for now with him* Blaster 9:56 pm What Tarantulas 9:57 pm *tara probably smells weird since he's metal AND organic, but there's nothing fishy about him* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:57 pm *Imagining one of the Constructicons doing the whomp-whomp thing with Prowl's avatar. Tries not to shake. Doesn't want to drop the hatchling off his shoulder.* Omicron 9:58 pm *she knows that smell, has met tiny predicons before* VProwl 9:58 pm *confused glance. was the show that funny?* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:59 pm *Not by itself, no....* Blaster 10:00 pm I'm WORRIED Tarantulas 10:01 pm Rightfully so. VProwl 10:01 pm It's a little worrisome. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:01 pm [[He's suddenly grateful being a carrier unit isn't like this.]] VProwl 10:01 pm Pfff. Omicron 10:01 pm Hatchling: *sniffing at soundwave's neck, and she settles and peers around* Blaster 10:02 pm ....... If it was...I....oh Primus Omicron 10:02 pm ......O__o Prowl 10:02 pm *wonders if this has ever happened to Bevel* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:02 pm *Tries to see the hatchling on his shoulder. Has to use a feeler.*

[[Though this reminds him of the time he thought he could teach a regular cybercat to-- to-- that's horrifying.]] Blaster 10:03 pm You got that right Omicron 10:03 pm what sort of infection? VProwl 10:03 pm ... I think he needs more training. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:03 pm [[A great deal more.]] Blaster 10:04 pm Yeah VProwl 10:04 pm ((greg is such a good supportive terrified confused dad)) Tarantulas 10:04 pm I got the impression the shape-shifting wasn't supposed to imbue parts of your body with sentience in the first place, so I think this miiiight be something... beyond training. Prowl 10:04 pm ((I love him so much Omicron 10:04 pm Hatchling: *so confused at hearing the mews??? what is it???* Blaster 10:04 pm Is it supposed to be this dark? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:05 pm *He probably wasn't going to sleep well tonight anyway.* Blaster 10:05 pm Because this just...kinda worried me Alot Prowl 10:05 pm I don't know. This is just what Bevel wanted me to show everyone tonight. I am so sorry. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:05 pm [[He questions Bevel's choice in... everything.]] Blaster 10:05 pm What did we do to her? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:06 pm [[Gave her the card that caused her to lose the Star Saber.]] Omicron 10:06 pm I just adopted a medic, surely that couldn't have upset her? Blaster 10:06 pm Wait, what? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:06 pm [[Nothing. How have you been?]] VProwl 10:06 pm ... Ah. Yes. We DID just watch a movie about the dangers of playing improperly-explained games with randomized outcomes. Blaster 10:06 pm ...... She lost something because of the cards Prowl 10:07 pm Well, I didn't play Soundwave's game. What did I have to learn from this? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:07 pm [[Smokescreen drew for you. Ask him.]] [[And yes, she did.]] Prowl 10:07 pm ...he what? Blaster 10:07 pm Oh. Guess that would upset her Prowl 10:08 pm You need to tell me exactly what he did. Now. VProwl 10:08 pm ... Hold on, is that a thing? Does drawing a card "for" somebody pass it on to them? /What cards did Scavenger draw./ ItsyBitsySpyers 10:08 pm [[He doesn't know. Prowl hasn't told him whether or not it worked.]] Tarantulas 10:09 pm *muttering* ...How many people DID draw cards? Goodness. *as if he's one to speak* Prowl 10:10 pm Whether or not what worked? What did he draw? Blaster 10:10 pm So, I'm guessing I got off easy, huh? Omicron 10:10 pm I did, ws tempted to but...I have hatchlings and a colony to take care of ItsyBitsySpyers 10:11 pm [[Let him think.]] He's been trying NOT to remember all of that, mostly. [[The Starscream shooting Megatron from behind, a Rodimus Star, and wishes. He wanted you to see Jazz again.]] [[And yes, you did.]] Prowl 10:11 pm ... ItsyBitsySpyers 10:12 pm *He's distracted now. This is a thing of interest to him.* Blaster 10:12 pm ....I really need to stop doing stuff like that, considering the risks VProwl 10:12 pm ... Did it work? Prowl 10:13 pm I haven't seen Jazz at all. *dreams don't count obviously* VProwl 10:13 pm *shoulders sink in relief* Omicron 10:13 pm Hatchling: *very confused staring at Tarantulus???* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:14 pm *One of his does too. The other keeps itself up so the hatchling will stay safe.* Prowl 10:14 pm *decides she likes this song* Tarantulas 10:14 pm *notices the staring, tentatively reaches out a spidery limb to the hatchling to sniff if they so choose?* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:15 pm *Is prepared to swat the limb away if it scares the little one. Hopes it doesn't.* Omicron 10:16 pm Hatchling: *wide eyed, stays very still, but fuzzynes is throwing her off. so after a klick a small paw touches the leg* Tarantulas 10:17 pm *holds VERY still but is extremely pleased* *to ice queen* What's this one's name, might I ask? Omicron 10:18 pm Hatchling: *so strange, yes strange. too strange to be scared of now* She doesn't have one yet, we've been thinking of a few temporary ones, like Racer's ItsyBitsySpyers 10:19 pm *Soundwave's spines are quivering a little. What delicious audio.* Omicron 10:19 pm ((I really need to name her)) Tarantulas 10:20 pm Ah, I see. *gently moves his spide paw, as if scooping up the hatchling's paw on top of his* Omicron 10:21 pm I think the workers were calling her peddle for some reason. Prowl 10:21 pm Impressive vocals. Blaster 10:21 pm -Primus, that was a performance- Tarantulas 10:22 pm Peddle? I can see it, hyeh. Omicron 10:23 pm Hatchling: *lifts her paw, blinks, pats it on the spider paw? is it like an insecticon's little grabby feet?* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:24 pm @P: [[...You DO know he wouldn't crush you like that.]] *Sort of a question, sort of a statement. Yes, he's still concerned about the way Prowl reacted. Mostly because he saw the way Prowl reacted to what happened to his alternate.* VProwl 10:24 pm ... Why "Peddle"? Is she metaphorically selling something? Tarantulas 10:24 pm (( https://orig00.deviantart.net/ee2b/f/2013/121/8/4/claws_of_a_tarantula_by_melvynyeo-d63p45b.jpg the fuzziest paw Prowl 10:24 pm *wait* MY Smokescreen, yes? *Prowl needs to make sure she questions the right bot* VProwl 10:24 pm @S «I know you wouldn't without being given a reason.» Omicron 10:24 pm From what Betta said she likes chewing on the peddles of crystal flowers (spider paws are cute) VProwl 10:25 pm Oh! Petals. Omicron 10:25 pm .....*paaaaauses* what did I say? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:26 pm [[Yes. Ours. The one that wrote his own Covenant of Primus.]]

*...Is that a good answer? It's probably the best answer he can hope for. He nods agreement.*

@P: [[And he does not foresee that happening.]] Prowl 10:27 pm *screws up her face in annoyance* That book was a travesty. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:27 pm [[You're telling him. Smokescreen claimed he was a Senator. He also said you fought the Quintessons. Absolute nonsense.]] VProwl 10:27 pm @S «I do not foresee giving you a reason in the near future.» *wasn't smokescreen right tho* Tarantulas 10:28 pm *soft boops at the hatchling's paw from time to time to keep her entertained* Prowl 10:28 pm ...that one is actually correct. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:28 pm *He was. About two things, apparently.* Prowl 10:28 pm I was referring to him claiming Optimus was one of the original thirteen. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:28 pm [[Oh, Primus. Yes, that idiotic hero-worship gone too f-- you WHAT.]] Prowl 10:28 pm *she's forever stuck on that one because it's offensive to her* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:29 pm *Picks up the hatchling, hands it to Tarantulas, and spins around to STARE.* Prowl 10:29 pm You didn't know? Omicron 10:29 pm Hatchling: *fascinated staring, then meeps!* Tarantulas 10:29 pm *takes the hatchling eagerly and easily, precious beb* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:30 pm [[That's impossible. You would be older than Remedy. You would be older than SHOCKWAVE. Nobody but the true Primes have lived that long.]] Prowl 10:30 pm You're welcome to age me if you'd like. I know how old I am, Soundwave. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:30 pm [[Give him access to your chronometer.]] Blaster 10:30 pm .....? Prowl 10:30 pm ...fine. Tarantulas 10:31 pm *hopefully the ice queen's alright with the hatchling getting carefully snuggled up to tara's fuzzy chest* Prowl 10:31 pm *stands up and offers her hand to him* Will telepathy suffice? VProwl 10:31 pm ... Oh. Cool. I'm going to live a long time. Omicron 10:31 pm ?? *confused predacon? but has her good eye on the spider mech?* VProwl 10:31 pm What are "the Quintessons"? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:32 pm *To the Prowl he's dating:* [[You had better.]]

*He snatches that hand so fast. And after about 45 seconds, slowly topples back out of his crouch and onto his aft. He'll just stay sitting there, then, shall he?* Omicron 10:33 pm Hatchling: *is he in bot mode? big predacon kitty in a way* Tarantulas 10:33 pm (( yep, bot mode! how big is the hatchling? 😮 VProwl 10:33 pm *looks at soundwave. looks at alternate. looks at soundwave.* ... *looks at alternate* So how old are you? Prowl 10:34 pm *levels her visor at him* The Quintessons are tentacled organics that enslaved us prior to the Golden Age. They did such a successful job that Cybertronians are still coming out of the well with spaces to hold them in our alt modes. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:34 pm [[The... the aliens from the boxverse documentary. With the bad trials and the Sharkticons. They were--]] *Looking back at other Prowl.* [[You can't POSSIBLY--]] *Rubs his crest with his other hand.* [[There were legends that said they came here to control us. We met them once elsewhere, but - that is, Megatron and Optimus--]] *Back to own Prowl.* [[You can't. HOW.]] VProwl 10:34 pm Oh. Right, those. Yeah, we've uh—we haven't dealt with them. Omicron 10:34 pm [she's younger then racer, who's pony sized, like grate dame big cat sized ish] Quintessons are slavers Prowl 10:35 pm Sentinel survived until the Autobot-Decepticon war. Is it really so unbelievable that others would make it longer? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:36 pm [[Sentinel was a protected, pampered fool with all the rights and powers that once came with the title of Prime. You are not.]] Tarantulas 10:36 pm (( good good!! proportionally just looks like a human holding a cat then, yus Blaster 10:37 pm -turns and blinks at Soundwave, only now registering what happened- You okay? Omicron 10:37 pm Hatchling: *meeps, bats at fuzz, distracted from tentions* Tarantulas 10:37 pm *will let her bat all she wants while he listens in keenly* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:37 pm [[Perfectly fine. What else would he be.]] Prowl 10:37 pm *she sits back down and frowns* He was better than that once. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:38 pm *He is not perfectly fine.* Blaster 10:38 pm ......you fell over Omicron 10:38 pm ....do you want to date my old egg? *slight evil moment sorrry* VProwl 10:39 pm *pats soundwave's knee.* If it helps, I'm still under five million years. Tarantulas 10:41 pm *really, REALLY wants to know how old sw's prowl is, but she didn't answer when vprowl asked, dangit. too gauche for tara to ask now* Omicron 10:41 pm Hatchling: *mew in the quiet?* Tarantulas 10:41 pm *pets the hatchling distractedly* VProwl 10:41 pm *prowl just wants to know how many times older she is than the entirety of recorded Cybertronian history in his universe* Omicron 10:42 pm ....soo...any ideas for a name? Prowl 10:42 pm *oh yes, distracted by Soundwave freak out* Do you want the exact number or would you rather I rounded to the nearest million? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:42 pm [[He was NEVER better than that. And you - you KNEW he was going to the Hall of Records to help piece together our history. That fool librarian in the second tower called you about it often enough. Why didn't you speak up?]]

*Looks at the pat to his knee, looks over at avatar-Prowl, and nods sort of helplessly.* Prowl 10:42 pm ((oh look it's Tara's song VProwl 10:42 pm Please assume that I always want an exact number. Tarantulas 10:43 pm (( it's totally on my tara playlist Blaster 10:43 pm ((holy shit it's actually Sting Omicron 10:44 pm (nice) Prowl 10:44 pm *smiles, exact numbers are good* 534,864,284 Earth years. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:44 pm *His vents rattle.* Tarantulas 10:44 pm *ok hold on just a hot second* VProwl 10:44 pm ... Huh. Blaster 10:45 pm -cough- Omicron 10:45 pm *pauses. blinks at PRowl* Blaster 10:45 pm What Omicron 10:46 pm Hatchling: *flingers to nomnoms one?* Blaster 10:46 pm How Prowl 10:46 pm *would blink back but she doesn't have eyelids* Omicron 10:46 pm I realize I have no context for this. VProwl 10:46 pm Well, you're 44.57 times older than my universe's mythical origins of our entire species. Prowl 10:46 pm ...oh. *newbuild universe* VProwl 10:47 pm Yeah. Oh. Blaster 10:47 pm ..... ItsyBitsySpyers 10:48 pm *He can't process this. He's going to just rest his forehead on Prowl's shoulder and stare into the seam.* VProwl 10:48 pm *pats Soundwave's head.* Omicron 10:48 pm .....did you see primal predacons in your world? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:49 pm *A sort of mumbly mental broadcast. It's basically half-completed thoughts.*

[[They were older than that.]] Prowl 10:49 pm Much older. Omicron 10:49 pm the were? VProwl 10:50 pm ((imagine this playing before baseball games)) Prowl 10:50 pm ((best Tarantulas 10:50 pm *still petting the hatchling and allowing the batting and nomming* Prowl 10:50 pm *wait what were we holding onto Tara you had a thought share it with the class* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:50 pm [[Is anyone else here a living relic that he doesn't know about, or is this the only case.]] Prowl 10:51 pm Tch. Omicron 10:51 pm Hatchling: *has no care about what's happening onther then new person to play with* Tarantulas 10:51 pm *he didn't have anything in particular, just a huge case of being taken aback* Omicron 10:51 pm *lifts a foreleg at soundwave's sort of question* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:51 pm [[Speak.]] VProwl 10:52 pm Still in the single digits. Blaster 10:52 pm -slight sinking in his seat- Omicron 10:52 pm I'm a primal PRedacon queen from before what killed the others. and only survived becuse of some old prime that saved several predacon eggs somehow? VProwl 10:52 pm Half a billion years, huh. ... Something to look forward to, I suppose. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:53 pm *Buries his face harder at Ice Queen's statement.* Tarantulas 10:53 pm *squinting at ice queen* ...And how old, approximately, does that make you then? Prowl 10:53 pm So I'm not technically the oldest in the room. Huh. Omicron 10:53 pm I would really like to know what stasis was used on me as an egg for that. But I'm only several million years old VProwl 10:53 pm *pets Soundwave's head.* ... Am I competing with an actual baby for youngest person in the room? Tarantulas 10:54 pm You just might be, hyeh. Blaster 10:54 pm ........ Omicron 10:54 pm at leas... I hatched back then? I have no idea how old my...I was in the egg Blaster 10:54 pm -is not going to comment on that- -Sorry Prowl- Prowl 10:54 pm And Soundwave, much of that history you have been looking into is highly personal for me. Sharing it is... difficult for me, but there are now some records in the Hall. *smirks at the other Prowl* You're very mature for your age. VProwl 10:55 pm *looks at the hatchling* I'm glad you're here. Omicron 10:55 pm Hatchling: *dares to put a paw on Tara's face* ? VProwl 10:56 pm Thank you, I haven't heard that since I was around a million. Tarantulas 10:56 pm *his mandibles tickle and nip at the paw* Prowl 10:56 pm You're welcome. Omicron 10:57 pm Hatchling: ?!?!?? *pulls paw back, she was nibbled! that's her job! ..... puts paw on his face again* Blaster 10:57 pm -is just going to wait out the age game going on- ItsyBitsySpyers 10:57 pm *He's going to devour them like a space slug in a pile of scrap metal. When he can think straight.*

*Is now thinking of amica-Prowl living to 500 million years and quietly growing depressed because he knows there's no chance that will be the case for himself. And because information creep is a thing for most mechs.* Omicron 10:58 pm ....if it makes any differnace soundwave I am only aware of being a few million years old? Tarantulas 10:58 pm *huffs a bit of laughter, nipping again, but actually offers the hatchling back to ice queen after a bit* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:59 pm [[Yes. Good.]] *Rising abruptly.* [[He has - there is something he should update. Thank you for the disturbing entertainment. And the access.]]

[[Goodnight, all.]] Omicron 10:59 pm *Icy shifts and with careful jaw picks her hatchling up* Blaster 10:59 pm Good night! VProwl 10:59 pm *is kind of wondering about being five hundred million himself. Info creep starts to set in on memories older than about six million, so he won't remember most of it, but...* Oh. Good night. Omicron 10:59 pm ....rest well when you can? Prowl 11:00 pm Of course. Blaster 11:00 pm Right. Time for me to go too. VProwl 11:00 pm *... he's not ready to leave and he didn't bring his projector.* Blaster 11:00 pm G'night VProwl 11:00 pm Tarantulas, did you bring your projector? Can I go through it? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:00 pm *...Stops at the door to send Prowl a series of three pings.* Tarantulas 11:01 pm I - just a moment, yes. *has to scrounge about in a subspace but eventually produces a projector* VProwl 11:01 pm *ping ping ping* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:02 pm *And then he carries on his way, looking a little slower and more mechanical than even his usual pace.* Tarantulas 11:02 pm *a goodnight ping to soundwave and a nod in his direction* Omicron 11:02 pm *she grooms her hatchling before looking over at host prowl, with a puzzled look* VProwl 11:02 pm *... concern ping as Soundwave goes* Prowl 11:03 pm *her visor dims as she powers it down* Omicron 11:04 pm do you know much of predacons of your world? Prowl 11:05 pm The ancient ones or the ones Shockwave created? Omicron 11:06 pm both perhaps? Tarantulas 11:08 pm *whenever vprowl's avatar is set up, tara's taking his hand and leading him to a proper seat, eh?* VProwl 11:08 pm *but the hatchling is over here......... ok.* Tarantulas 11:08 pm *it doesn't have to be far, shh* Omicron 11:09 pm Hatchling: *setting on floor beside icy now if that helps?* VProwl 11:10 pm ... Let me know if this is inappropriate subject matter, I don't know, but, ah—your universe—info creep IS a thing, isn't it? How do you—deal with that? Omicron 11:11 pm ...what is that? Prowl 11:11 pm They're a race of ancient Cybertronians capable of transforming into beasts. Miko calls them dragons. They were destroyed by the Great Cataclysm. Shockwave used fossils to... clone them. Somehow. I don't know how the CNA could have survived so long. Omicron 11:13 pm if multiple eggs could survive a stasis tube until modern times, can the CNA in traces or something not as well? VProwl 11:15 pm Info creep? As you get older, earlier memories deteriorate. Past around four million, you start forgetting little details from your earliest life. Six to seven million year old memories can deteriorate to the point that major, important details can be completely forgotten. At least, that's when it sets in among my Cybertronians. Omicron 11:15 pm *she blinks at VProwl....has never heard of this?* Prowl 11:15 pm I have a series of sub-drives. Soundwave likely has a similar set up for his own data, but my network is much more extensive. I've never suffered from info creep, but I've been meticulous about making certain it won't happen. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:16 pm ((IT'S A GOOD THING HE'S NOT HERE RIGHT NOW OR HE'D BE REAL PISSED lmfao)) VProwl 11:17 pm ... I see. *coincidentally, he's been looking into something quite similar.* If the information isn't classified, I'd be interested in hearing about how you've had it set up and maintained. Prowl 11:17 pm ((she said likely, she doesn't actually know for sure, also this is for Cro VProwl 11:18 pm ((i still need to post that)) ItsyBitsySpyers 11:18 pm ((you do)) Tarantulas 11:18 pm Please, yes. Prowl 11:18 pm ((I found a Zootopia fanvid to this song and the fact that it exists makes my crops grow Tarantulas 11:18 pm *is glad vprowl asked for specs, tara knows it's not his place to but is dying to know* Prowl 11:19 pm *jerks her helm toward the sound of Tarantulus' voice, oh right he's here* VProwl 11:19 pm *Prowl doesn't have to worry about info creep affecting more than memories of colors and textures quite yet; on the other hand, early-onset info creep, induced by shoddy mnemosurgical work and repeated violent mental invasions...* Tarantulas 11:19 pm *YEP just hella awkward* Prowl 11:20 pm It's not classified. I'm happy to share the information with you. Omicron 11:20 pm O,o hmm VProwl 11:22 pm I'd appreciate it. Omicron 11:22 pm I've never heard of this *looks at her sparkling, thinking of her crew she's picked up* Prowl 11:23 pm *she pointedly turns her visor toward Tarantulus* Should I send you the information as well? Tarantulas 11:24 pm I - yes! That is, if you don't mind. You - hyeh, don't have my comm yet, do you? Prowl 11:25 pm No. We've never spoken before. Tarantulas 11:26 pm *sputters for a moment, but can't honestly say they've spoken one on one, now can he* Tarantulas 11:27 pm I - I suppose not. *broadcasts a short-range ping for prowl to pick up his comm anyway, though* Omicron 11:27 pm Is this thing, this ino...what ever common for modern mecha in worlds like your own? VProwl 11:27 pm It's universal. It's a fact of growing old. Omicron 11:28 pm hm... Tarantulas 11:28 pm *distracted enough by the song to make him snicker* Omicron 11:28 pm I have another question, not retaliated, if I am? VProwl 11:30 pm *... is the other question also aimed at him? he's not sure. looks around vaguely, then nods in case it is aimed at him.* Omicron 11:30 pm *its to both prowls in fact* Prowl 11:30 pm It's information that would be beneficial to all Cybertronians. Ratchet's been helping me compile the data into a... a medical journal to be shared with everyone. It's only the first draft, so I can't guarantee it's quality yet, but I can forward it to you and... *motions to Tarantulus* you? We haven't been formally introduced. Tarantulas 11:31 pm I was going to say, hyeh. My apologies, the designation's Tarantulas. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:31 pm ((ONE OF MY FAVORITES)) Prowl 11:31 pm ((I love this piece 😀 VProwl 11:31 pm ((it's excellent.)) Tarantulas 11:31 pm (( fuckn. i've never seen a vid of it before Prowl 11:31 pm Prowl. Omicron 11:31 pm If one wanted to...find out about an alternative of ones self somewhere. how hard would it be. Not to contact, primus not that but more to make sure that other will stay far away. VProwl 11:32 pm It depends on the alternate. Some are more plentiful—or perhaps, simply more prominent—than others. It'd actually be easier to make contact than to find an alternate by other means; I've had some success finding alternates of people simply by entering minor variations on the frequency of the one I already know. Omicron 11:33 pm I don't think it, she, what ever would be plentiful. Prowl 11:33 pm I'm aware of at least three other Prowl. Tarantulas 11:35 pm Hmmn. Are you searching for an alternate within a particular universe, or are you looking for just any at all? Omicron 11:36 pm *icy hesitates, looking at VProwl and back to hols before crossing her forelegs* I....there is one I know of, from someone I met in a dimension Dreaded Wings jumped to. VProwl 11:36 pm I've met three versions of myself, and heard of a few more beyond that. Omicron 11:37 pm or rather he had met my alternative Omicron 11:38 pm Form some of the things that I've seen on Dreaded Wings comms, that unicronian thing? It just got me thinking. *icy isn't sure how to ask something* VProwl 11:40 pm And you want to avoid making contact with that alternate? ... I've got a few like that too. Prowl 11:41 pm @P: Which ones? VProwl 11:42 pm I'll send you their comm frequencies later. They're... not faithful representations of our hypothetical platonic ideal. Tarantulas 11:42 pm *snickers a little at that, the Platonic Ideal of Prowl* Omicron 11:43 pm from what I was told this alternate was predacon like...but not. Something else. Worse I think. Prowl 11:45 pm Worse how? Omicron 11:45 pm *she nods, wants to advoid but not loos track if that makes sense? she can lead in battle or raid, take care of her colony but multi-verse tracking is far over her head* .... *looks at the prowls...* unicronian. VProwl 11:46 pm Oh. Yeah. *gestures at Tarantulas.* Some of his, too. Tarantulas 11:46 pm *buries his face in his hands. prowl why* VProwl 11:46 pm ... And at least one of Soundwave's. Prowl 11:46 pm *shudders* VProwl 11:47 pm *looks at his alternate* There's one bit of good news, I haven't run into any of us like that yet. Prowl 11:47 pm Ah, good. Tarantulas 11:48 pm *shaking his helm, lifts face again and sighs* I doubt there's really any way to actively avoid such an alternate, Ice Queen, but if it comforts you any, *I* personally haven't run into any of *my* Unicronian alternates yet. Omicron 11:51 pm I hope so *nods to him* I need a metrotian ship to get between worlds, from what I heard she just does it on her own *rests head on the floor beside her hatchling* but I hope you're right. Tarantulas 11:55 pm For both our sakes, I certainly hope so as well. VProwl 11:57 pm *although he's doing an excellent job of not showing it on the outside—just the discussion of Unicron is giving him the feeling of ghosts crawling under his armor. He wants to get out and he doesn't want to go alone.* ... Tarantulas, is it alright if I head over to your lab? VProwl 11:57 pm *although he's doing an excellent job of not showing it on the outside—just the discussion of Unicron is giving him the feeling of ghosts crawling under his armor. He wants to get out and he doesn't want to go alone.* ... Tarantulas, is it alright if I head over to your lab? Omicron 11:58 pm *chirps and she stretches as much as she dares* yes.... *sniffs at at tara, then she give a softer sound, didn't mean to put mechs off* Prowl 11:58 pm It might be a good time to end things. I need to lock up before I leave. Tarantulas 11:59 pm *momentary surprise, but:* Certainly. VProwl 11:59 pm All right. ... I'll be waiting. *hint hint.* Yesterday Omicron 11:59 pm *picks up her hatchling and puts on her back, giving a polite bow of the head to the host* Tarantulas 12:00 am It's a pleasure to finally have met you. *to sw's prowl, of course* VProwl 12:00 am *disappears* Prowl 12:00 am *nods back* Omicron 12:00 am ((thank you for the stream)) Prowl 12:00 am ((of course! Tarantulas 12:02 am *says his farewells as un-awkwardly as possible and heads out* Prowl 12:03 am *will wait until everyone else has left before powering her visor back on and picking things up as best as she can before locking the building up for the night*

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Im sick at the moment..Do you think you can write me a Small little Fic about Maybe Rookie Chick Hicks and Strip after Hickd first Race?

Hope you feel better soon, anon! 

The season had started off with a bang, that was for sure. Twenty laps left and a pileup on turn two had completely botched the regular lineup of racers fighting for top ten. One of the new rookies that was at the front of the pack made a mistake coming out of that corner and sent another racer into the wall, creating a domino effect. Even the most seasoned racers were unable to escape it.

There wasn’t enough time left in the race for anyone to make any significant progress. After the track was cleaned off and the race restarted, those at the front of the pack maintained that lead throughout the rest of the race. The top three positions ended up going to a couple guys that didn’t normally finish high and the rookie that caused the crash. 

“Boy, that’s a nasty lookin’ dent you got there.” Tex commented, looking Strip over as he approached his sponsor’s tent. “That ain’t gonna buff out.”

“It’ll get worked out just fine.” Strip looked down at his side. “I’ve had worse.”

He’d been caught right in the middle of the pileup, unable to avoid getting hit. Another racer had tried to swerve around him, but lost grip and ended up smashing into his left side before veering off into the infield.

“Hmm.” Tex shook himself in disappointment. “You woulda placed top five had that not happened.”

“It’s not a big deal, Tex.” Strip said, shrugging it off. “Wrecks happen. It’s part of racing. We’ll get ‘em next time.”

The old Cadillac sighed and nodded, turning around to go call up the body shop team. He wanted them prepared to fix his racer up as soon as possible. Team Dinoco had a good shot at winning the championship that year, and Tex was going to do what he could to make it Strip’s best season yet.

Meanwhile in Victory Lane, Chick sat uneasily on the second place pedestal. The reporters were jumping at the bit to get a chance to talk to the top three finishers. This was the first time in a very long time that not a single big name finished top five.

He thought back about how the race ended up in his favor. It didn’t make a lot of sense, and went against all his training. He was the one to come around the turn too fast and swing wide towards the wall. He’d been the one to push the other racer into the concrete and send them spinning into everyone else. A lot of cars were hurt because of his one stupid mistake.

Looking around, past the sea of cameras and microphones, he could see the other racers milling around, talking to each other, to their sponsors. There wasn’t a one of them that didn’t sustain some kind of damage. He was a bit frightened. Would they blame him for the accident? He was a nobody. Is this what they would remember him for? He hadn’t meant to hurt anyone.

They were given their trophies, and the cameras started flashing. Chick put on his best face and acted proud. It wasn’t hard - he was happy he’d gotten second. For his first ever professional race, it was impressive. He looked down at the shiny silver award and imagined it to be the start of many more to come.

“Mr. Hicks.” a reporter caught his attention. “That was quite the finish for your first career race. How does it feel?”

He hesitated for a moment. He’d been expecting someone to call him out on his mistake, not compliment him. He didn’t have a response prepared that wasn’t some sort of self defense or excuse.

“Feels like the start I’d been hoping for.” he answered simply enough. “Here’s to the rest of the season being as good as this!”

He immediately found he had a knack for giving the reporters what they wanted. If there was one thing he was good at that wasn’t racing, it was talking. The more they pressed him for information, the more confident he became. He was conscious of no one else around him but himself. General comments on the race turned to bragging and boasting in a matter of minutes. It felt good and the press loved it.

He eventually made his way off the platforms and into the crowd, slowly making his way towards his trailer with his new shiny prize. Every bit of self consciousness he’d felt during and immediately after the race was gone. Now he was confident. And proud of himself, something he’d been reluctant to feel before.

The Dinoco tent was positioned at the far end of the track near the trailers, and, as always, was the happening place for race fans and interviewers. Chick glanced over as he neared his trailer and caught a glimpse of Strip, talking to a group of reporters. From that angle, he looked pretty torn up, even if he didn’t act it. Chick felt that twinge of guilt and worry return that he’d just moments ago dismissed. Strip Weathers was a legend in the making, and Chick’s own insolence had just caused a wreck that took even the Dinoco racer out of the top ten.

He heard a reporter mention the wreck and froze, listening in. He didn’t know why he felt the need to stick around and hear Strip’s response, but he did.

“Officials have determined the wreck was caused by a rookie’s mistake.” the reporter told Strip as if he didn’t already know. “You were caught in the middle of it. Any comments?”

Chick held his breath. This was it, this was where he was going to be called out, and it was going to be by one of the greats. 

“Wrecks happen.” Strip answered. “Experience doesn’t matter, it happens to everyone. I can tell you right now it wasn’t intentional. The kid just didn’t know well enough how to handle the track at that speed. It’s a mistake he’ll take and learn from, like we all do.”

Chick was stunned. Even the other racers, even the experienced, damaged racers, didn’t blame him for what happened. He moved on towards his trailer, considering it. 

Once inside, he set the trophy in front of him and stared at it. It sparkled in the dim light. It had his name on it. This was something he’d earned, mistake or not. Wrecks happened all the time, and no one was about to argue any differently. Who caused them wasn’t a hot topic, as he’d previously thought. He knew that as long as he stayed in front of them, they wouldn’t affect his performance. If nothing else they’d put him farther ahead.

He remembered his training. His instructor had always been adamant about not taking loss as an option. He was going to be a winner. The sparkling trophy in front of him proved it. He recalled the invincible feeling he’d gotten talking to the media. They believed he was a winner, and subconsciously reinforced the fact that no one was going to blame him for any ‘occupational hazards’ that might spring up behind him. 

The feeling of confidence was intoxicating. If winning meant he could feel like that all the time, then he must continue to win. The trophy glittered in the moving lights as his driver began to drive away. It taunted him, telling him he must do whatever it took to reach his goals, to feel confident. At all costs.